Like rain, like fog, like smoke.
Silk, wispy, curly
Floating, hovering, winding
Whose heart and dream?
Autumn wind meets dusk
Autumn rain is accompanied by homesickness
Worry, haggard in the falling red
Nostalgia, flicking in the faint piano sound.
Autumn wind in Jiangbei
Blow thin whose heart?
Autumn rain in Jiangbei
Whose forehead is wet?
Silent night, sitting alone in a lonely hall
When people are quiet at first, the wind is colder.
Dew slowly soaked the thin clothes.
The night will be over and the wine has stopped.
Tears crept across the homesick face.
Strange moon
How to reach the circle of the old country?
Sighing blooming dreams wandering around the world.
Miss the homesickness of the moon.
Tonight, my friend
I want to be Wan Li Changfeng.
Take it to your hometown.
A piece of white clouds
It's raining today,
There is autumn wind, which is slightly cool.
The leaves turned yellow,
I didn't see the moon until late at night
At this moment.
You keep a diary.
In a foreign land, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon
The pen tip stops on the paper.
There is noble air in your room.
Smoke surrounded the room like a demon.
You can't breathe.
a little while
You think time has stopped
I have to go out to enjoy the moon.
however
Then cross this street, this alley.
Hotel restaurants that repeat food, clothing, housing and transportation
Across a barbecue stall, spicy hot pot
Separated by many unpaved paths
You are as confused as a lamb.
Turn around and go back.
Where to see the moon?
No, it's the same
Homesick Modern Poetry 3 Under the Full Moon
Yu Guangzhong
Moonlight on the ground,
Nobody cleaned it,
Go back wrapped in moonlight,
Looking back, I fell into the Tang poetry.
Flat,
Like crushed acacia; hellip
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
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.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
homesickness
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog.
After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old.
Daoxiang season
A heavy dream
Hanging in a vast field
A fragrant breeze
Blow away the farmhouse
That infatuation
Dreams are not lingering.
In the festive atmosphere
Qicai jinbo
Swing in the arms of the water town
People drink thousands of glasses of wine.
Right here-
When fertile land is thousands of miles away.
Wangxiangtai
Boarding Wangxiangtai
Walk at the foot of many mountains
Look at a cloud in the sky.
The wind brought the local accent.
There is no Lin Tao around.
The mountain road is curved and narrow.
There is only one way to my hometown.
Zhitong Wang Xiangtai
Look at the mountains and water in my hometown.
Look at the willow and locust trees in my hometown.
And the pine trees at home.
Like my grandmother.
Thousands of miles away from home
It's been years.
Homesickness will never retreat.
Always come to Wangxiangtai every year.
Homesick modern poetry in April, round and missing, missing and round.
On the wall, the days are blown away by the wind.
Unconsciously, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival night.
Mid-autumn festival in childhood
I want to close the doors and windows with my friends.
Stay near Kongming Lantern with dreams.
After dinner,
All I care about is rushing to Shaiguping.
Light it and put it high in the sky.
Talk to your parents.
It suddenly occurred to me that a sister was still far away.
Then I went to the army that had lost its local accent.
On the local customs of my hometown
Thinking of parents and beautiful women far away
Before a toast, people get homesick.
at present
A family, half a table at home and half a table outside.
Drink to words.
Parents' eyes are thousands of miles away.
The moon is near the Mid-Autumn Festival.
On Mid-Autumn Festival, people miss the thin days.
I don't know, it's Mid-Autumn Festival.
Or is the heart closer and the mind thicker?
Nostalgia Modern Poem 5 Song of Nostalgia of Creek Author: Wandering to the River
mountain stream
Quietly flowing
I'm thinking silently.
Why did it flow out?
qing quan shui
Never look back.
Is that her?
Afraid of getting lost
Can't flow to the ocean
Is that her?
Forget the way home
Silent stream
Flowing far away
A winding stream
Twisted songs
My hometown is getting more and more confused.
I want to put it
Tears of pain and sorrow
Join the ocean together
riding the winds and breaking the waves
Broad heart
Cherish your hometown forever.
Nostalgic Modern Poetry 6 was inadvertently put forward.
The moon in the sky doesn't know when.
It is round again.
The soft moonlight reminded me again.
Father's orders
Mother's advice
Under the incandescent lamp of the rental house
Miss the familiar light thousands of miles away.
Zhang Shanliang's face in the light.
this evening
Is mom alone in the fence again?
Watch where I'm leaving.
Say, another year, helliphellip
I'm just homesick
Use cheap old wine
Get yourself drunk
The most beautiful moonlight these nights.
Drunk and singing
I looked up at the moon.
Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
Modern Poetry of Homesickness 7 Sitting quietly
Light the smoke between your fingers slowly.
Ignorance of loneliness
Full of homesickness
listen to
The wind outside the window
Blow without a trace
Falling yellow leaves
flying all over the sky
heart
swing
Life is like a fallen leaf.
roam about
When and where to settle down
When will it be quiet?
Mom called.
Sincere greetings
It warms my heart.
The cost of care
Let my heart no longer be lonely.
Family, family
In order to make a living
For children.
I chose to drift
Despite so much suffering.
Usually Lacrimosa.
In order not to worry relatives.
Still strong enough to show
A smiling face.
Family, family
I've been watching, too.
I miss you all the time.
How I wish
Always with you.
Accompanied by morning and night
But in fact,
But I can't be with you.
I only hope that the moon will send acacia.
Pray for peace for thousands of miles.
Homesickness of the Four Seasons Author: Away from Chang 'an
spring
The morning breeze blows gently, and it's a little chilly.
The sunshine tenderly touches my heart.
Winter jasmine blooms quietly outdoors,
The fragrance is flowing on the way home.
summer
Zigui sings in a foreign land,
Summer insects sing at midnight.
Without a sip of wine brought from my hometown,
Xiangxiang is chasing the busyness of work.
autumn
Autumn wind shakes the golden land,
The wild goose discharged the verses of autumn poems.
The long flute carries the local accent and homesickness.
The village is rippling with fragrant rice.
winter
Cold snow and ice can frostbite everything,
Freezing didn't hurt Yiyi's homesickness.
The cold wind can blow everything away,
Decisively crack down on the desire to return to China.
Drink a pot of moonlight tonight.
Miss frogs and drums.
Towards home.
The wind in the north is melancholy.
There is dust all the way.
Like a faint silver light.
The hardships of the world
Chest burning
A cup of melancholy that has accumulated for a long time
Drunk the moon in the sky
Can't see the surrounding scenery clearly
Misty eyes like frost.
Why is the phoenix tree green and yellow?
Mottled in the aging pond
The cicada in the tree is gone.
Can't sing to my hometown.
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Homesick man Author: Poetic Prince
As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over
This man will be full of worries in the jar.
Bring it to drink.
In the moonlight
Lift your neck
Drink up the sorrow of the years.
I always sigh.
Never a little.
he said
By the bright moon and breeze
How can it be a reason to catch up?
Occasionally, the conversation will turn to other things.
Mention her
His eyes added expression.
It seems that milk fragrance is more human.
If the bright countryside
Accompanied by an ancient and cheerful dance
Light a passionate bonfire
If such a forgetful soul
Never touched her.
The charming scenery outside the Great Wall.
he said
Without her
It is also difficult to embroider into the dream of homesickness.
Homesick modern poem 9 may be used to walking at night.
But I don't know where to go.
Probably used to walking alone.
But I can't erase my homesickness.
Even if the traffic is like a flood
Crush my bones
Souvenir for the soul
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