Poetry seeking to express homesickness

Xi Murong: Homesickness.

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.

It always rings with the moon at night.

The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.

Like waves in the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without rings.

Never grow old.

Xi Murong said, "I didn't think of such a book at first, but I just wanted to shoot it back to show my friends my Mongolian plateau. The confidence of publishing a book is that after returning to my hometown, I have a question. How can such a good culture, such a good ideological connotation and such different values not exist in China's cultural system? In addition, perhaps readers can understand what I have been doing for more than ten years. "

A friend thought, "Xi Murong used to be a hazy Mongolian, but after 1989 met his hometown, he became a trouble." However, we either put up with her Mongolia or enjoy her Mongolia. "To this, Xi Murong sincerely apologize," perhaps, my Mongolian plateau is a friend's trouble, and it will also be a reader's trouble. But this is my compulsory course. Because in my hometown, I am an auditor. I didn't grow up on the Mongolian plateau, and I don't know my mother tongue. I'm just an auditor. But after more than ten years of hard work, I feel that I am still a diligent listener. I want to tell you what I have learned, and I hope readers like the Inner Mongolia Plateau. "