homesickness
The moonlight tonight
On the south window.
Wake up in sleep
A wisp of melancholy
In a dream
After many years of separation, I returned to my hometown.
Familiar face
Full of deep homesickness.
A simple local accent
Let the heart surge
One mountain, one water, one grass and one tree.
Still the same as before.
The stream near the village is still flowing slowly.
Old willow for many years
Witness the long years.
Children are playing and herding sheep on the weir.
The whistle came from the Grand Canal.
The moored ship broke down and sailed again.
The old house 30 years ago is still there.
How many childhood dreams have I carried?
Friends who played together in those days.
Where are you now? ...
Reflect on the past according to the present situation
Just sighing that things are wrong.
Emotions remain the same.
Two lines of tears cleared his face.
Memories slowly pass through the corridors of time.
Where is the full homesickness?
hometown
You are the warm concern of the wanderer
Tears entangled in dreams
Condensed into a poem full of affection.
Tonight, I miss you
That kind of deep attachment, affection
All pinned on the bright moonlight.
Silver moon
I will come back to your arms one day.
Like a tired child snuggling up to his mother …
homesickness
When I was a child,
Homesickness is a small stamp,
I'm at this end,
Mom is over there.
When I grow up,
Homesickness is a narrow ticket,
I'm at this end,
The bride is over there.
Later,
Homesickness is a short grave,
I'm outside,
Mom's inside.
now
Homesickness is a shallow strait,
I'm at this end,
The mainland is over there
Remember that homesickness?
Is my kite still flying in the sky when I was a child?
Full of my novel dreams
Accompanied by floating clouds
Is my teenager's expectation still growing in the soil?
One attractive picture book after another.
Let me wander in the story
What happened to you and my first girlfriend?
The affection of bright eyes.
It's still in my dream.
Is my old mother's old elm still there?
White hair fluttering in the wind
They all tremble with the rhythm of missing.
My relatives, my teachers and my comrades-in-arms.
Do you remember your warm help?
Let my years in my hometown
So beautiful, so rich
And the river at the entrance to the village.
Once my friends and I caught loach naked.
And the "grandpa" with white beard.
I can never guess that smiling face.
There is also the second sister-in-law, who was breast-feeding at that time.
If I accidentally steal it, I will be inexplicably shy.
And, and ... ...
That strand of homesickness is Li Bai's wine.
You can't find the tenderness of moonlight in the bustling city.
That strand of homesickness is Dongpo's word.
Poor Fahua was born early, and I drifted like duckweed.
That homesickness is my father's cattail leaf fan.
Blow a cool breeze for me on a hot summer night.
That homesickness smells like mom.
Crossing Qian Shan has always seduced children's sensitive tongues.
That homesickness is a call echoing in the smoke.
"Go home-eat-"
If I can still hear it in my life
I will laugh and cry. ...
homesickness
Ignorant time
Homesickness is a warm sweater.
The person wearing it is at this end.
The weavers are over there.
after school
Homesickness is a shallow stream.
I stand at the finish line.
Mother is the source.
Grow up
Homesickness is a distant flute.
He is blowing over there.
I'm listening at this end
But now
Homesickness is a bright moon.
The viewer is at this end.
The man who is watching is over there.
Nostalgic Chongyang night
On Double Ninth Night, you are far away in the countryside in the mountains.
Smile in a dream and become a bud in bud.
I am restless in your vast dream.
I gently read your sleeping position with my fingertips.
Read it, you are a love song.
A ballad sung with a simple local accent
In your whisper, my eyes
Comb your soft hair into the night like a comb.
Your tearful loneliness, together with the local accent.
Like starlight floating on the water.
The bright moonlight shines repeatedly.
The loneliest place in my heart
I'm reading about your beautiful mountains and rivers.
Let chrysanthemums bloom in your smile.
Kiss me gently, kiss me gently. Tonight's
Colchicine eyes with cold light.
Gently wash your mountain villa.
I am a homeless person.
You are a man in trouble.
I listened to the local accent with my infatuation on my back.
You bite loneliness alone, with cold tears.
Our watch, hidden into a late autumn flower.
Double ninth night, still quiet, a few crows.
As if carrying heavy thoughts.
Over the boundless scenery, fly to the distance.
Gently hold up the heavy night for you.
Here you are, a bright morning glow.