Poems or songs about missing hometown Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji! ! ! ! ! ! 1

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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Occasionally go for a walk on the railway tracks in the city

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

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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