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September, folding homesickness tenderness By: Qi Tie Qingzi
Darkly sad broken wings to explore the hometown
Then the heart of the far away can not fly away from the long silence of the lonely traveler
Gaze depression provoke the flow of autumn water
Yesterday's paper boat full of fallen leaves of grief
With you the day of the journey, I do not know what to say, I do not know what to say.
Your red face, old age, the years I've lost
Sitting on the autumn rhythm folded by the evening breeze, waiting
The sad flute sounds again, parting
The autumn mood is too deep, nowhere to be found
Strangers to each other, I'm your lover in the next life
Too many love affairs, thinning out the sunlight
The old feelings locked on the brow, the cautions, the cautions, the cautions, the cautions, the cautions, the cautions. to go far away
to satisfy the longing of the eyes
When I was a child
I always wished
to grow a pair of wings
to soar in the sky
to walk in places where my feet could not reach
Twenty years of longing and yearning
has long since been all over the place
It is impossible to resist looking back
There is no doubt that I will be able to find the best place for me to live.
The hometown in the depths of memory
has become a blur and almost forgotten
Turning around
Remembering the vicissitudes of the road
To realize
The further I go, the higher I fly
The longer the road back
The more I go back
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Thinking of home by Lu Wenwang
Cold night
I'm on my way
Top of the bare tree
There's a crooked moon
Winter is approaching
I'm in a state of uncertainty
Worrying heart
They're all in the same boat.
I miss the familiar place
How many years have passed since I saw my parents
How many years have passed since I saw my parents
How many years have passed since I saw my parents
I still dream of that thatched hut
The curving mountain road
The twisting and turning river
The sheep that bleat their mothers' names in the mountainside
Smoke in my hand
Fire in my heart
The smoke in my hand
Fire in my heart
The fire in my heart
Living in a busy city
Memories of my gray parents
Numbers are familiar
Mobile phones are hot
How many times have I wanted to dial out
But I've been excused for saving long distance
Cars and cars
Neon lights
Good wives
High rises
Tall buildings
There are only a few people who are not as happy as I was in the past.
Only my parents are missing
The young man has a great ambition
To go far away
To travel to several countries
Dreams of my hometown
Missing my hometown By: Blackfish Bubble
It is said that my hometown, the prairie is vast, and the cows and sheep go in rows?
It is said that my hometown, shallow chanting and philosophical singing, is the hometown of poetry.
It is said that my hometown, singing like a wolf, when containing lambs?
Do they say my hometown, the horse head qin melodious, like sadness to tell the desolation of life?
It is said that my hometown, the four seasons of the sun, and hot and cool.
Ah,
My hometown, your children ah, wherever you go, are your sons and daughters.
The talent, the dust ***, but also can not give up your ah,
That is your edge, your soil fragrance.
Hometown, I want to sing, I want to cry, it is you, that far away from the prodigal son in the wailing mother.
I am a northern wolf, lonely and lonely running wild in your boundless chest,
You are my mother, I tore your meat, Run sucked your milky pulp, my blood is your tears of grief.
On the plains, beside the desert, in the creek ponds, in the woods, I am hot with tears,
I pull, I am a wildly running jujube-red horse, flying in the sound of the lyre,
Hometown ah, I have been away from you for more than twenty years, right?
Do you remember what I looked like as a child?
Like to snuggle up in your arms and bathe in the wind and frost,
Like to sing in your vast chest,
Hometown ah, I am living in the Mongolian plateau of the children of China,
Folklore to wish me to grow up,
Lambs coat my clothes.
Yellow rice, stick porridge, yam eggs, let me taste.
My hometown, I love the fragrance of your weeds, the fragrance of your cheese, the blue sky and white clouds, the silence and tranquility and the emptiness.
My hometown ah
The flow of the old Ha River yell?
The dusty horqin, is the green in search of desolation?
It is the life that calls for strength?
Hometown ah, I miss you, heaven and earth let me lie, the sun let my thoughts flutter,
Nonrestricted you ah, my heart with the cattle and sheep as a companion, my blood and this hot land with Zhang,
You, vast, lonely, helpless, strong melting cast your son
Hometown ah, I can't,
If in the next life and then let me choose, I will also be
If I were to choose again in the next life, I would still throw myself into your arms without hesitation.
"Come back, my troublemaker" will always be your call to return.
Monthly Night Homesickness By: Jia Yuan
Drinking a pot of moonlight tonight
Missing the sound of the frogs' drums
Toward the direction of my hometown
The winds of the north carry despair
All along the way, the winds and dusts are haphazard
Like a faint silver light
The world's hardships are all burned away
When I was in the middle of the night, I was in a hurry.
All the hardships of the world are burning in my chest
A cup of long-gathered sorrow
Drinking from the moon in the sky
Can't see the surrounding scenery
Misty, tearful eyes like frost
The sycamore tree is green but still yellow
Speckled in the aging pond
Not the cicadas on the tree
Can't chant to the home town
The world of the world is a place of sorrow and frustrationWe are all in the same boat.
A Poem on Homesickness in May By:1765950692
The Peach Garden
The Peach Garden in May in my dreams
I touch a peach blossom in the dark
Shallow and deep wounds have already scabbed over
Faced with a peach grove full of fruits
Silent and speechless.
Just like that time when we met by chance
The time when we met the first love that we swore to each other
Even though we missed a season of blossoms
No matter how much we repent
No matter how much we repent
Nothing can bring back the spring that is getting farther and farther away
Peach.
The crescent moon hangs in the trees
Like a boat
The breeze hums the songs of my childhood
Breaking through the night in my hometown
Tonight, in the wildflowers along the river
One of the white butterflies sings and dances
On the banks of the river, by the ditch, on the piers of the bridges
All of the white butterflies are in the river, by the ditch, on the piers of the bridges.
The fragrance of the village is intoxicating
At the entrance of the village, along with the peach willows that have grown up along the way
Holding up a tree of nostalgia
Lighting up the road to my home
Sickness of Home By: Li Xianxiu
Putong,
Reed Pond,
Reed Pond,
There are two ears of the home town, the first of which is the Pudong, and the second of which is the Pudong, the second of which is the Pudong.
Two ears of the hometown.
The two ears of my hometown,
have grown into this book,
and I have grabbed them,
and the whole hometown has been grabbed,
and the scent of it has been taken out.
This book is a very good book,
and it is a very good book.
The face of the sky outside the window,
is still gloomy.
The heart, my heart,
began to change from cloudy to clear.
The night is the best magician,
The sunflowers of my hometown,
were quietly moved to my dream.
The first time I've ever seen a woman's face in the world, I've never seen one.
The night is ending and the wine is already gone
Tears are creeping up on my face as I think of returning home
The moon in a foreign land
How can it be as full as the one in my home country
Sighing at the blossoming of flowers in this world, the dream of a traveler
Remembrance of the cosmic love of my hometown in the moon's fullness
This night, my friend,
Would like to be like the wind of a long journey
To carry the news of my hometown
A cloud of white clouds, a cloud of white clouds, a cloud of blue clouds.
A white cloud
Homesickness by Tao Ye
The thin moon in a foreign land outside the window
Hangs cold in the sky
Refracts the silver light on the ground
Exceptional bleakness
Is it the stillness of the night, or is it the coldness of the light
Swirls up the pain in my heart when I'm missing my home country
It is the night, or is it the coldness of the light
What makes me homesick for home?
Perhaps accustomed to traveling at night
but not knowing where to end up
Perhaps accustomed to walking alone
but unable to erase the nostalgia
even though the vehicles are like a flood
crushed my bones
the comfort of the heart
is the scent of the country
darkness
in the dark of night
that is the place where the soul of a man can be found.
The road of homesickness
The concave and the convex
So my forehead blossomed with the words:
Is spring green? Who can tell me?
I want to go home
Homesickness By: Lands and Waters
Father's face is old
Bending his back like a bow
A lifetime of time has been saved
To prepare the land
He spills
Sweat after sweat
Like a freshly cut hand
To make the land look like a new one
If I'm not sure, it's not a good place to start.
Like a warm bill in his hand
Can't keep it in his hand
But it's only after I've nourished my seedlings into
The dark hope on my forehead
Standing under the sun on top of the countryside
My youth has been racing the seedlings in the soil
At last, I've bought a ticket to squeeze into the city
Far away from the days of my hometown
When I was a young man, I had no idea that I was going to live in the countryside.
I wondered in silence
why the water flowing out of the
clear water
didn't look back
wasn't she
afraid of getting lost
couldn't flow to the ocean
wasn't she
forgetting her way home
The stream was silent
and flowed to
The curving stream
meanders and sings
The hometown is getting more and more confused
I want to put
The tears of pain and sorrow
into the ocean together
Riding on the wind and the waves
The vastness of the heart
Will always cherish the hometown
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The spring flowers bloomed in the open air,
and the fragrance wafted over the road to the countryside.
Summer
Songs are sung in a foreign land,
Summer bugs sing of the midnight hour.
It's not enough to take a sip of wine from home,
The aroma of the wine chases the busyness of working.
Autumn
Autumn wind shakes down the golden color of the ground,
The geese have discharged the poetic line of autumn.
The long flute carries the sound of the countryside,
swinging in the village of the fragrance of the rice.
Winter
The snow and ice can frostbite everything,
but it can't frostbite the sadness of the home.
The wind is so cold that it can break everything,
but it can't break the desire to go back home.
Rainy Night Homesickness By:
Evading the autumn heat
Rising up a few more rains
Season of depression, the sorrowful rain
Who whispers in the rain
Who is alone under the sky
Who thinks of his hometown
Who is quiet
Which is the most important thing in the life of the family
What is the most important thing in the life of the family
Why is it that we are so happy to see you?
The rain is still falling.
The sad eyes are still remembering
Remembering the warmth that remains in the house
Can it still fill the cold
Drive away the cold after the rain
Under the cold sky
In the darkness of the night
Only the raindrops are singing softly
Only the people who are from another country are murmuring in the rain
The people who are from another country are murmuring in the rain
What is it that is wrong with the rain?
The traveler in a faraway land walks alone
The lone shadow on both sides adds more melancholy
The rainy night is less appreciated
More is the uncertainty in the heart
Less direction from home
Maybe it's really confusing
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