How are the relatives in my hometown after leaving my hometown for a few years? I can't help bursting into tears. "Homesickness is rolling in like the tide. Years are ruthless and can't erase my heart that cares about you. " Dear, do you know the heart of an overseas traveler?
More homesick poems:
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The soul of the eye will be broken, but the dream of the year will not be broken. That is comparable to the sadness of the evening, Xiao Sa dusk cicada glow.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.