Find a modern classical Chinese to express the feeling of leaving home.

1. Help write a modern classical Chinese (expressing the hardships of today's society). I was born in 2 1 century. I use qq to make friends with people, and I don't need a matchmaker to pull strings. Everything has a friendship network that cherishes the century. If I want to show up, if I am sincere, I can go to school. I thought it would be a pity to sit back and relax. There is no room for blank paper in this society, lacking background and less. I, a houseless family, want to find a small place to live in this bustling material world, which is really more difficult than going to heaven. 2 1 century, hiking became a joke, and Hongyan's message was no longer romantic. If you want to win a beauty, you don't need to fight for princes, you just need to contribute money and come empty-handed! Have you ever thought that my generation of sesame soldiers, who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, will be able to have food and clothing in the near future? How can it be better than the rich second generation, struggling to make ends meet, and not catching up with the official second generation? The back road has been paved.

Poor me, I have no house, no car and no money. My life is hard, my career is embarrassing and my love is miserable. Sad!

2. Ask for an ancient prose that expresses the sadness of youth passing away. "Platinum to buy a good horse, one thousand dollars to buy a beauty, ten thousand dollars to buy a noble knight. Where can I buy youth? " Qu Zi lingers, tears fall and regrets; Today, I will think about it, and I will argue emotionally.

"Youth carries me on my back, and my white hair deceives others, so I was born." "White hair does not depend on old age, and youth is no longer like Zhihu?" Youth flows east, and human relations are prosperous. Shaoguang is like a dream, and the literati have mixed feelings and shed tears to bid farewell. However, it is not the willow in the pavilion, but the rain and snow in Xiaoxiang. It was because Xuan wept and sighed, and he was disappointed when he visited the moon. Ling Bo was alone under the moon. Hate Taiwan full sleeves, mountains and rivers Wan Li, personnel waste; Full of feelings, flat sand and wild geese, aiming to keep fresh. I can't bear to look in the mirror, my temples are gray, and the wind is lingering; My bones are hard to hold, but bamboo poles support me and make me old. Oh! The responsibility of the years; White hair and yellow chicken are sad.

Young and frivolous, ambitious and hesitant. The left is weak and the right is Zhang Xuangui; Ride down and chase, 800 miles away. With two or three sons and five or six people, you can swim in the high soil, enjoy the fragrance, enjoy the flying waves and smoke. Or writing at his desk in the fog of Juanjuan; Or under the romance of the Milky Way, I miss the bright moon and care about it; Throw away his ambition in the sky and put it in Wan Li. How young, how young.

What is your youth like? Youth is like a duck to water in life, and water is active. It is also like a poor beauty. Although she was angry and affectionate, she still looked around and looked at her. Life has thousands of amorous feelings, full of affection; A natural period of * * *, the eyebrows are salty and tender. Youth is like the rising sun, Xiaolan is steamed out of the valley, and the haze begins to dawn; Crane is elegant and agile, and Lin Jingjing is evergreen all the year round.

Sorry, I'm almost there, and my health is broken. People like to taste the world and count romantic figures. Think of youth and loss, turn into remembrance and melt in the east wind. In the past, wine was drunk in the present, drunk in the present? Hurt it, give it, sigh it-release it, enjoy it and sing it! Without bones and muscles, the mountains are high and the sea is wide. There is spare capacity in the heart, and flowers, birds, insects and fish enjoy it. On the day of youth, I fought for Ma Wanli; Looking back when you are old, why do you regret falling off a cliff? !

When the anvil was hammered down, Ji Kang made an angry voice. After drinking such good wine, Liu Ling got as drunk as a fiddler. Miluo boulder, the sound of water hammer stone is clearly discernible; Jing Ke does not return, the wind is rustling and the wind is cold. Peaceful times, harmonious society. You will die when you are young, not as good as yourself. Ambitious, when the cave mat is not warm, there is no ink in the world. If so, youth has no regrets.

"In that green spring day that let me go home" struggled with youth and wrote a poem with youth; Travel beyond the world with youth and do nothing with youth!

Zhu Yan is easy to wither. She is used to doing nothing and is sneered at by future generations. Youth is easy to get old, and being a swan and a bird is a unique skill to help the world. When I am away, I scratch my head and laugh at my youth; When I am old, the wind will calm me down, and I will be red all the way.

A bunch of rotten grass, a yellow-leafed tree, and a pool of broken duckweeds. Don't be sad, life is like this.

On crutches, wrinkled face and gray hair. Don't be sad, you are still young.

3. What are the poems and sentences that express the feelings of the homeless? 1, "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

A person can't reunite with his family when he is far away from home, and he misses his distant relatives every Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.

2. "Two Hometown Couplets, Part One"

Tang Dynasty: He Zhangzhi

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

I left my hometown when I was young and didn't come back until my twilight years. Although my local accent hasn't changed, my hair on my sideburns has become sparse. None of the children knew me when they saw me. They asked with a smile, where did this guest come from?

Step 3 cross the Han River

Tang Dynasty: Song Wenzhi

The south, who was exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

Exile in Lingnan cut off the news of relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to ask about people from my hometown.

4. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.

The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?

A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.

Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

Bright day lilies are born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.

5. Niannujiao Tree Liu Dong Village Wall

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Wild pond flowers fall, rush by, clear. The east wind deceives the guest's dream, and the pillow is cold and timid.

This place was once different when the bow was bent on the bank and the willow was a horse. The building is empty, and the old Swift can talk.

I heard that I was in the east, and pedestrians met me, and the curtain was long. The old hatred in Chunjiang continues, and the new hatred in Yunshan is thousands of times.

I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. You should also be surprised to ask: How many Fahua are there recently?

Wild pond flowers fall, Tomb-Sweeping Day hurried by. Dongfeng bullied passers-by on the road and awakened my short dream. A chill blew on my lonely pillow, and I felt a little cold.

On the bank of the winding river, I once raised a glass to drink with a beautiful woman. Under the weeping willows, I once left beautiful women here. Now that people are gone, only the swallow of the past still lives here, and only it can witness the joy of that time.

It is said that in the east of the busy street, pedestrians have seen her beautiful feet under the curtains. Old things flow like spring in Jiang Xiangdong, gone forever, and new regrets are like Yunshan. If one day, we meet again at the banquet, she will be like a flower in the mirror, and I can't open it. She will be surprised that my hair has turned white again.

4. Classical Chinese love story, an article left you for more than three days. When I finally can't see you, I feel sad, my feelings are hard to suppress, and I am full of acacia. ?

It was amazing to see you in the sutra depository at first. Eyes shining, hair hanging over the shoulders, so charming. ?

I have been with you for many days and have known you for many days. My feelings were not born to me. I can't help screaming in my heart. This is the swan goose in my dream. ?

If the husband is weak, it is enough to take a ladle. I love you, but I love you. ?

Yi an lay man once dreamed in the middle of the night and whispered with tears in his eyes, "I just frowned, but I felt it in my heart." At first, I wondered, why? Today, I know the tyranny of the ancients. ?

Jingzhuang also said: "It is exhausting for Iraq." I doubt it, too Today, we are involved in the land of love, trapped in the pool of love, suddenly wake up and finally realize the meaning. ?

Every time I think of you, I feel insomnia, thoughtful and unconscious. ?

If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. It is expected that you will be heartbroken every night and have nowhere to go. ?

Yesterday, although you turned me away and broke my heart, what was my fault? On the contrary, thoughts are increasing day by day and feelings are advancing with the times. On you, infatuation? One piece, the mind is thicker than the sea, the mountains can't move, the sea can't be flooded, and the fire can't be extinguished. Love always needs to be added. Can anyone else contact me? ?

I only know a little, but I'm not eight feet tall and unattractive. However, my love can reflect the sun and the moon, and the world can be used as a mirror. ?

There are short stories, poor words, and Qian Qian's unfinished business, and more than that. ?

You know, but you don't. ?

5. Poem 1 Expressing the tramp's feelings, Five Dynasties Li Yu's "Langtaosha Lingyu Outside the Curtain":

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.

I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Interpretation: The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring will be strong and weak. Even the brocade quilt covered with Luo Zhi can't stand the cold and cold during the May Watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.

One should not go upstairs to look at the fence alone, causing endless thoughts and feelings for the old country. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see my hometown again. In the past, the red flowers withered, just like the lost river went back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

2. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence Sacrifices Shandong Brothers":

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Interpretation: A person is a guest alone in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives twice every festive season. Imagine that I was the only one with dogwood on my head when my brothers climbed the mountain and looked far today.

3. Tianjingsha Qiu Si by Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty;

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Commentary: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and gave a piercing moan. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.

4. Li Bai heard the flute on a spring night in Los Angeles/Luoyang in the Tang Dynasty;

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Commentary: Whose exquisite flute secretly makes melodious sound, which flutters with the spring breeze and spreads all over Luoyang City. Who can't help but miss their hometown when they hear the tune of Broken Willow on this night?

5. "Quiet Night Thinking" by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty;

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Interpretation: The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

6. Please write a short poem (both modern and classical) with homesickness as the main theme.

Mountain or mountain, river or river

But,

The songs left by my hometown are unforgettable.

Man or man, road or road,

But,

The straw house in my hometown is still so warm.

Look at the river in my hometown.

How clear are you?

The fish swayed its graceful body.

Swing out of here

Look at the mountains in my hometown.

You're so good.

Trees are playing with you.

How lovely

My Warm Home-Straw House

You are the warmest home in the world.

When you leave tears.

I remember.

Looking forward to mom's tears

The call of wangshanhe to you

Looking at the hope of a tree

The sky is heart to heart, and the sea is hand in hand.

I hope my yearning can let heaven tell you.

Let the sea bring my thoughts back to that lovely hometown. .