Missing my hometown
The sound of water in the autumn when the tide rose
I swam to the south
The traces of summer left in the years
Roaming on the edge of urban and rural areas
The moment when the rain falls
Fold a kite and fly to my hometown
Living on the edge of the railway
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The inner roots of thoughts
Like a derailed car
There is no neck and neck of death The head
Still knows how to stretch and understand
Every silent memory and longing
The innocent story of that spring
The pavilion is waiting at the riverside in the countryside
The dawn of hometown
The depth of longing
There is a tone of silence
At that time The flying emotions of my hometown
In this hot summer
Deeply missing the land of my hometown
Missing my hometown article/ Luer spent countless nights waiting under the lamp Spring
As soon as spring comes, the flowers will bloom. I think of the flowers blooming and think of my hometown...
Spring is waiting
Sliding past me again and again
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Hometown, gradually fading away
In the bitter memory of hometown
The wind is always so light
The rain is always so thin
The aroma of apricot blossoms
can last through all the seasons of a lifetime
Every time you open it
It is like a jar of osmanthus rice wine
Light and sweet
The struggling river
The cattle trail that can never be left
The tree trampled by countless naughty feet On the bent branches
Pomegranates that will never ripen
And
Father’s always stern eyes
Grandpa is the lightest and lightest The smile...
I am the poorest seed planted by my father in my hometown
In the slightly salty soil soaked in the sweat of my father's generation
The mutation grew up, blossomed, and bore fruit
Finally grew wings and flew
Far away from home, far away from father
Far away from the blooming branches in the mountains at night Zhixinghua
Climbing out of Beishan Pass with difficulty
——Those who climb out always want to go back standing
Always the mother of a peasant woman
Hurrying on the land
Watching for suffering in a whimsical way
Watching for the sunset
Watching for the day when I stand straight in the twilight I walked back
My mother was enjoying poverty and hope
Thinking of my mother
So I wanted to sing to my mother
But I didn’t dare to sing Mother
Every time I sing about mother
I can't help but burst into tears
No matter how long the love is, I can't sing it
I can’t finish singing
My mother’s emotions are as light as wild chrysanthemums, as simple as mountain springs, and as plain as apricot blossoms
I don’t know whether I am far away from my hometown or my hometown is far away from me.
I don’t know whether I betrayed the land or the land betrayed the mountains
One day I clicked the stone road with my footsteps
One day I recorded it with a paintbrush The wrinkles on my father’s face
One day there will be no need for nationality or bel canto
Shouting with the most primitive voice - Mother!
Go and see one day
Whether the handwriting written on the bluestone on the mountainside
when I was a teenager
has been blown away by the wind
Also
That cry from the top of the mountain when I first fell in love
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Are you still wandering in the valley?
1. The road to hometown
Days away from home
Night
The road to my hometown is always the moment I close my eyes
Stretching into my thoughts and lingering with my memory
The road to my hometown
is filled with my childhood
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Sadness and joy. Sweet and sour.
Tears and smiles
At this moment, I feel that
no matter it was bitter or sweet
it is a melodious song in my memory
Touching the heart, like a clear spring
The road to my hometown
Carries my yesterday
Yesterday I was in ragged clothes
Follow the wind Running
On the dirt roadside covered with weeds
Chasing the smiling spring
2. Homesickness in the rain
Continuous drizzle, The drizzle is continuous
The raindrops falling in the sky form a line
Just like the wanderer's constant longing
The rain in my hometown
It must be again A clean village was washed out
The waves of wheat rolled in the dreams of the villagers
A corner of the eaves among the green trees was filled with smoke.
Imagine climbing up the hill in my hometown
My father sat on the door of the old house
Wiping the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand
Lighting a cigarette and squinting slightly
Raindrops kept falling on the eaves
Merge into a cheerful stream
Flow to the green fields
3 Sitting on the door of my hometown
Sitting on the doorstep of my hometown
Looking at the clouds rolling in the sky
The blue sky
The more clouds there are, the deeper it becomes
On the thick apricot tree in front of the door
A donkey was chewing the scent of grass
An unknown donkey brayed
The donkey also raised its neck barked
A white rabbit
as white as snow
suddenly jumped past me
paused , ran towards the grass
A few chickens clucked
ran out of the grass
One of them
stretched its neck Then I swallowed a bug
A familiar voice
made me look at the intersection
The thin mother
was driving the pigs The boys are walking home
4 Homesick Song
It is a melodious and beautiful song for homesickness
Always in the deep night
The bright moon hangs high and the stars blink
A wisp of clouds is cut by the breeze
Always like this night
I sing softly with my homesick heart
Lovely and beautiful hometown
Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water
The golden wheat waves must have started rolling again
Look, the villagers are smiling again
Sleep peacefully tonight
In the dream, I sleep with my hometown
Have a happy dream
When I wake up, maybe
my father drives the donkey with a whip
Bringing back some hope
5 Hometown, my poems
Hometown, a village lying in the ravine
I want to use the pen in my hand
Soften the thoughts flowing in my heart
Write a poem to praise you
My hometown, my hometown
The rolling mountains in the sky The backbone
Singing softly in the meandering stream in the ravine
The shining lights under the moon are glowing with bean yellow
The breeze lifts the clothes of the night Corner
The days thus give wings to the dreams of mountain people
Fly, fly...
Fly to the glorious front
Hometown, under the weak candlelight
Your son
typing the keyboard with tears
arranging the missing sentences into jumping lines of poetry
Going home on May 1st
Pack a bag of homesickness and set off
A row of cars crawling on the mountain road
Dear hometown
Your son is walking towards you
The dust is flying all the way
How many wanderers have dreamed
Nostalgia is like this flying dust
Floating in the late night of my hometown
The mountains are green all the way. The stream flows slowly
How many times in the dream of the wanderer
Nostalgia is like the beautiful scenery of mountains and clear waters
A painting flows in the poems of the wanderer
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Willow buds are green all the way. The flowers are fragrant
How many memories of the wanderer
Homesickness is like this touching spring
In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown
Pull out every trace of attachment that cannot be brushed away
Go home
The wheels rolled through the mountain road of my hometown
So
There is a corner The vicissitudes of the eaves
Hide in the gaps of the leaves
Poetry after waking up at 7 noon
Hometown is used to entertaining tourists returning home
Wanderers are no longer used to sleeping quietly at home
Napping. The sound of wind, birds, roosters, and tractors
awoke hot money from his dream
The sun shone slantingly on his face through the window grill
Birdsong mixed with children's laughter
Echoing in the spring day
Out of the gate like a wooden fence. Look
The breeze chases the spring running in the blue sky
The light clouds wave their snow-white long sleeves to cheer for the spring
The green wheat seedlings spread out the carpet on the hillside
Poems of hope are rolling on the land of hometown
Beside the village, children are playing with apricot blossoms, pear blossoms and peach blossoms
The adults scolded the children for leaving Spring scares away
Look.
There is a group of little birds on the old locust tree
Amidst the scoldings of the adults
Flapping their wings
Soaring towards the westward direction of the sun
8 Hometown, hometown
Hometown, hometown
The place where I was born and raised
Every night wandering in a foreign land
Your appearance always lingers in my dreams
That winding mountain road
Leave every footprint of my growth
Witnessing the growth of a mountain village boy
Witnessing the slow development of a mountain village
The green fields on the mountainside
Rolling waves in the spring breeze
Just like the beautiful hopes of the villagers
Drifting towards the distance of dreams
The mountain ridges connected with the fields
Continuously stretching to the distance of dreams
The peak disappearing into the sky
It is the look that grandparents and grandchildren have been looking forward to for generations
The loess houses lying at the foot of the mountain
The face is etched with wind and frost
With rough hands covered with calluses
Caressing the childish faces of the descendants
The people around the house Yiyi willow poplar
And wisps of cooking smoke
With the wishes of the villagers
Slowly flying towards the blue sky
A few cordial greetings from cattle and sheep The screams
awoke the homesick wanderer in his dream
typed out a few lines of poetry on the keyboard
flowing quietly like the river in his hometown
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9 There is my hometown on the other side of the mountain
My hometown is on the other side of the mountain
The grass on the mountain is dancing in the wind
Under the mountain Beautiful ponds and fertile fields, fragrant green fields
Most of all, the small river in the ravine is like a beating pulse
In spring, there are endless apricot blossom branches making spring
In summer, the green leaves that cover the sky and the sun overflow with coolness
The continuous rain in autumn cannot cool the lover's heart
In winter, the heavy snow leaves no trace but cannot bury the impulsive feelings of young people
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There is my hometown on the other side of the mountain
Endless smoke from cooking and endless river water
Endless beauty and endless comfort
It always nourishes into a pastoral beauty and sticks it in the memory
10Looking Homeward
The vast night sky
A waning moon
Opening tired eyes
Staring at the lights of thousands of houses
The light carries warmth
Spills into the night sky through the window
Perhaps only your own house
will have continuous warmth
Missing is a lonely figure
Dreams are missing hearts
True love comes from the heartbeat
True love is always revealed in caring
At this moment, the midnight bell has sounded
A wanderer who likes to visit his hometown
p>Just by the weak candlelight
Looking at the end of the sky
11 Wanderers are homesick
The moonlight dims the dreamland
The moon of hometown shines in the dreamland
Homesickness is in love with the wanderer's heart
The wanderer's heart is in love with hometown
The crescent moon among the stars
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But the longing eyes of parents
But the deep wishes of brothers and sisters
More like a lover’s tender face like peach petals
Me Standing at the top of the night
The smoke from my hometown gathered in handfuls
But my deep longing for my hometown
was crushed and mixed with The moonlight shines on the night in my hometown
12 Great Valleys - My Home
On the Loess Plateau
A big crack opened in the earth here
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There is a large sunken pit in the crack
Lying the earth-colored hometown
Rolling mountains
extending to the end of the field of vision
Steadyly
Like a lying lion
A series of abrupt mountains
Peak
Day and night
Where does it stand?
Looking down at the village with smoke rising from the cooking pots
Gully after ravine
The wound on the earth cut open by a knife
The trickle of water in the ravine
It is the blood flowing in the wound
A road
criss-crossed
the same blood vessels
but the blood vessels in my hometown are too small
wisps of cooking smoke
liter It's their hope
Look at the rising momentum
It's not like their lives
13 Looking at the Moon
This round The bright moon
The moon hangs on the light blue sky like a jade plate
Quietly
Looking down at the vastness of the earth
The moonlight is beautiful
Light yellow like orange juice
Silver white like milk
It gives people a sweet and refreshing feeling
The moonlight shines through the elegant White clouds
Through the light night curtain
Through the dense woods
Written on the calm lake, on the lotus leaves...
Take advantage of the moonlight
Send a piece of homesickness
To my hometown lying in the ravine
To the elders lying in the ravine at this moment Folks
I am homesick on a moonlit night of 14
Yueer
Please tell me
Does my chimney
have any Braving the smoke
Yueer
Please tell me
My dear father
Have you finished smoking the half bag of dry cigarettes
Yueer
Please tell me
The mother who loves me the most
Have the dishes been washed
Yueer
Please tell me
Did the cow that grew up with me
just lie on the ground
Dear Yue'er
Please open your eyes
Have a look
My hometown lying in the ravine
Dear Yue'er
Please bring my thoughts to my hometown
Tonight
Dear Yue'er
Please tell me about my hometown
No matter how far I go
I will always miss my hometown
15 Winter Holidays
Another winter vacation is here
Looking at the time
Like a river flowing eastward
The wanderer’s longing for home can never be exhausted
Winter vacation is here
Go home, go home
Home is a bright light in the dark night
Guiding the wanderers in the distance
Step by step
Returning with homesickness
Endless stories of divorce
Like waiting at the door
The high hall where I hope my son will come home
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A smile full of vicissitudes of life
At the moment of embracing each other
I found out
The days were carved on my father’s forehead
A few traces of wind and frost
Time is flowing on the wrinkles
Gently flowing