Winter is the most miserable season of the year when the weather is frozen and frosty, especially in ancient times when conditions were backward. Every winter, people always prepare winter supplies in advance and stay with their families, relying on and supporting each other to get through the coldest season.
The colder the weather, the more our loved ones need to rely on each other for warmth. For those who are wandering away and unable to return to their hometown and reunite with their families, winter is particularly painful. Those thoughts written in winter add even more bitterness.
You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.
In front of the beautiful window in the future, will the winter plum blossoms bloom yet?
- "Two of Three Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
In a foreign land, I met people from my hometown. I couldn't help but ask urgently, you came from your hometown, you should know about your hometown, right? When you came, were the plum blossoms on the tree in front of the carved window of my house in bloom? What the poet is thinking about is not just plum blossoms! Every plant and tree in my hometown is filled with constant feelings of abandonment, not to mention family members who are connected by blood!
Winter is coming, but the wanderer is still wandering outside. I can't help but feel sad. I don't know when this long journey will end, let alone when I can return home!
He stayed in a hotel far away and took advantage of the delay. The servants had fever and the horses were hungry.
October is over for guests, and planting bamboo at the head of the village is out of date.
——"Early Winter Travel" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
was still wandering on the road, so he quickly found a hotel to stay. The accompanying boy servants were cold and the horses were also very hungry. The situation was really not optimistic. Before you know it, October is almost over. Thinking of my hometown, the time for planting bamboo in Zhuangtou has also passed! But I am still wandering, how can I not feel sad? !
Winter in a foreign country is always extremely cold, and the longing in my heart cannot help but become stronger.
A journey through mountains and a journey through water.
Walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it’s late at night and there are thousands of tent lights.
The wind is updated and the snow is updated.
The broken hometown dream cannot come true, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
——"Sauvignon Blanc" by Nalan Rongruo of the Qing Dynasty
Climbing over mountains and ridges, trekking through mountains and rivers, rushing to Shanhaiguan without stopping. The tents were set up, and at night, thousands of lights flickered, reflecting the cold night. The wind and snow were falling outside and refused to stop, alarming the sleeping soldiers. They all missed their hometown. There was no such sound of wind and snow in their hometown! The wind and snow in a foreign land cannot swallow up the longing in my heart, but the invading chill makes this journey even more difficult!
I am a stranger in a foreign land. Every time I think of my hometown, I feel even more lonely and cold. The road is far away and there is no one to rely on. What should I do?
The field begins to condense, and the sky becomes clear at dawn.
There are few birds in the cold trees, and few monks come to the mountains.
Close the window against the sun and close the snow, open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
suddenly returned to his hometown and wanted to live in Xiling.
——"Homesickness in the Mountains in Winter" by Zhou He of the Tang Dynasty
The countryside in winter seems to be frozen. In the early morning, the sky is clear and quiet. The trees were cold, there were few birds on them, the mountains were remote, and no monks came to visit. Living alone is really lonely. With the sun behind me, I cleared away the snow under the windows, lit a fire, and melted the ice in the inkstone. Suddenly, I thought of my hometown and felt even more lonely. The world is vast and the winter is long. Who will remember me when I am guarding the winter mountains?
The journey in winter is always full of ups and downs and sadness. Being unable to return home makes people fall into endless sadness!
Across Yuxi River from rain and snow, I joined the army to cross Longxi.
Walk around the formation to see fox tracks, and see horse hooves against the mountains.
The weather is cold, the flags are dimmed, the ground is dark and the drums are low.
The clouds of sorrow are rising, and the road is lost in the blue sky.
- "Rain and Snow Song" by Mr. Jiang of the Northern and Southern Dynasties
Rain and snow came one after another, isolating Yuxi, and the army moved forward, gradually reaching Longxi. Around the camp, you can see the traces left by foxes, and you can faintly see the marks of horse hooves on the snow beside the mountain. The weather was so cold that even the colorful flags seemed frozen, and the sound of the drums was so low.Dark clouds fill the air, sadness suddenly arises, the road is confusing, but I can’t see the direction home!
In winter, we should be spending time with our families and waiting for the New Year together. However, the reality is hard. There are always people who are still running around in foreign lands even in winter. I swallow the sadness and sadness silently.
Traveling all the way to Sanba Road, you are in danger for thousands of miles.
On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a lonely stranger stands alone.
gradually became far away from flesh and blood, and turned into a child servant.
I am drifting away, and I will be new and bright tomorrow.
——Tang Cui Tu's "New Year's Eve"
Trekking on the rugged and difficult Sanba Road, living in a dangerous place thousands of miles away, needless to say how difficult it is. In the chaotic mountains, the remaining snow reflects the night, sitting opposite the candle, how lonely it is! Far away from home, he gradually became close to the boy servant and warmed each other. It’s really unbearable to live like this. We are wandering to welcome the New Year, spring has returned to the earth, but time is ruthless. When can we go back? !
The most painful thing about being displaced is actually not yearning, but worry, especially in an era of frequent wars.
There are many new ghosts crying in battle, and there is only an old man crying in sorrow.
The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind.
When the ladle is abandoned, it has no green color, but when the furnace is kept, it is as red as fire.
There is no news from several states, and I sit upright with an empty book.
——Tang Du Fu's "Confronting the Snow"
On the battlefield, the resentful cries of new ghosts seem to be lingering, while the old man waits alone, full of sorrow. In the evening, the clouds were messy, the sky was dark, and the snowflakes were flying and swirling in the wind. The gourd was thrown away, there was no wine in the wine vessel, and the residual fire in the stove reflected the redness in front of me. News from the front line was interrupted, and no one knew what happened to their loved ones. Sitting alone in the dusk, he traced words in the air with his hand sadly. What he drew was home, but also longing and endless worries!
I was in a foreign country, looking in the direction of my hometown, and the thought of going back never stopped for a moment.
Guimiyan flowers are white, and pear leaves are sparse and red.
Jiang Gaohan looked away and thought about it.
——Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty, "Winter Suburbs"
The sweet-scented osmanthus beside the rock is very dense and white, the fruits on the pear trees have become very sparse, and the leaves have begun to turn red. Alone by the cold river, looking into the distance. Although the world is big, it has an end, and my thought of returning home is like a flying canopy in the sky, drifting away with the long wind! It’s winter, is it time to go back? The winter in a foreign land is sad, but the spring in my hometown is even more exciting!
The most sad thing is that people have been lonely in a foreign country. Although their hometown is still there, their closest relatives are no longer there. Home no longer exists, how can we go back?
The sword is far away from the army, and I have no home and clothes to send.
After three feet of snow, I return to my dream of old mandarin ducks.
- Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty "Goed to Eastern Shu after mourning and encountered snow at Sanguan"
I will go to work outside Jianwai. The journey is long. Without you, I have no home, and no one will send me cold clothes. It's cold in Sanguan, and the snow is more than three feet thick. Every time I dream about the past, you are still sewing clothes for me in front of the loom. Such plain happiness will never come back. When winter comes, why don't you let me go? Is the human heart broken? !
Drifting in a foreign land, time never stops, and my longing never stops either.
Yuan Xin first went to a foreign country with two carps, and met a Yangsheng in a foreign country.
How can I worry about my family and country in front of you? I can only remember my brothers under my chariot.
I worry about Jiang being cold at night in the hotel, and I feel like Yan Qiu is light when the river is cold at dusk.
The bamboo door is still melancholy when the wind blows, and it is suspected that it is the sound of snow outside the pine window.
- Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "Meet the Beijing Envoy and Send to the Brother-in-Law on the Winter Solstice"
The letter from afar has been sent, and the Winter Solstice is happening in a foreign country. The winter solstice is as big as the New Year. How can we relieve the worries of home and country in front of the wine glass? In the capital, we miss our brothers even more. At night in the hotel, I was worried about the coldness of my brother's quilt. On the river bank in the evening, the cold wind blew, and I was even more worried about the lightness of my brother's fox fur. A cold wind blew in front of Chaimen, which made people even more melancholy. It made people suspect that it was the sound of snowflakes beating on the pine windows. It's really cold, so you should take care of yourself!
A wanderer in a foreign country misses his hometown and relatives, and his relatives far away also miss the wanderer in another place!
It’s the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, and the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me.
I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away.
- Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness"
In the post house in Handan, it was the Winter Solstice Festival. A man was sitting in front of a lamp with his knees in his arms, accompanied only by his solitary shadow. I think when my relatives at home sit around the fire late at night, they must be talking about me, a person who has not returned from a long journey, right? ! I can’t say when I will go back!
The winter is long and cold. It is not easy for a wanderer in a foreign country, but also how much I miss you. If possible, who wouldn’t want to return to his hometown and get together with his family before winter comes? However, the reality is always unsatisfactory. In order to survive or dream, many people leave their homes and go through summer and winter. The purpose of setting out is to return, and winter will eventually pass. It would be happy to welcome the New Year with relatives and friends. If it is too late to go back, why not walk through the cold winter alone and let go with a smile? Spring is still worth looking forward to.
-Author-
He Yu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, hoping that time will leave warm memories.
