Modern Poetry of Missing Hometown 1: My Hometown Author: Wang Hongshan
It's green during the day,
Sleep at night, with frogs on the pillow.
I ate my own food,
When cooking, go to your own vegetable garden.
Don't pay for the firewood.
Feed a few old hens and you can eat the eggs laid by Chai Chicken every day.
I live in my own house,
The house is built with bricks burned by our own family.
Using the well dug by my family to draw water,
It only takes a little electricity to turn on the water pump.
I have a cool breeze and a bright moon to spend the night with,
The early bird chirped at me.
Cuckoo is singing in the sky,
Butterflies hover gracefully overhead.
A winding river gurgled past the door,
Happy fish are swimming in the water,
The dragonfly touched the water and made a beautiful figure.
If you want to eat leeches, you can see them by picking green plants.
The breeze blows through the green wheat fields,
A pheasant flies over the happy blue sky.
The endless poplars form a green ocean,
Purple paulownia flowers are one after another.
You can chase bees and butterflies in the wild in spring.
Can you release cicadas in summer? Climb the fork? Steal money and sell it.
If you catch some cricket and grasshopper games in autumn,
People will say that you are delicious and greedy.
If you do nothing in winter,
I happened to go to Yanling to see wintersweet.
You can see it when you walk into the greenhouse.
Don't expect to see wintersweet blooming in the snow.
Chimonanthus praecox will not bloom in cold winter.
It only opens when the weather is warm, which is the experience that flower farmers told me.
Wintersweet freezes when it snows.
That sentence? Cold plum in the snow? It's all jokes.
There are not only all kinds of flowers and plants here,
And precious peony peony.
Even the sweet potato leaves that Liancheng people love to eat cherish this kind of game.
We can also be seen everywhere here.
Everything is perfect,
The only fly in the ointment is the lack of a woman.
Modern Poetry about Missing Hometown 2: Love for Hometown Author: A blade of grass
The horse of time seems to spend most of its time.
Fall into the snowfield
Don't say there is no spring here.
Even in March and April.
It is also difficult to open its silence.
May
Frogs and woodpeckers are in a hurry
Asking about that strange morning
My heart will always be here.
Rolling hills
Fresh and natural air
Simple old farmers and simple shepherds
And at the foot of Nanhua Mountain.
Pictures of cities in Ma Pingchuan.
I fell asleep under the starlight.
A pillow with the smell of sheep dung
Listen to the evening breeze blowing gently through the treetops.
Wake up from the dawn
Watching my father chase a flock of sheep.
Mother mended last year's old sacks.
The morning glow reflected on their smiling faces.
It seems that the barren hills are covered with colorful clothes.
Look through the autumn glass.
Flax with lanterns in hand in the countryside
Rusty sickle waving mature charm.
The joy of harvest
Hanging on the plowman's thick eyebrows
A brisk song.
Greet the windmill that generates electricity.
Produce a vague idea
Walking out of the wandering mountains, I have deep feelings for my children.
The snow in Wuqiaogou melts into manna.
Moisten the fertile soil in the mountains
A new generation of girls are grasping embroidery.
The young man is fighting hard outside and wants to be a hero.
Asked at the other end of the phone
Hello, mom!
Modern Poetry of Missing Hometown 3: Missing Hometown Author: Fan Fanyu
late night
The evening breeze is blowing quietly.
The moonlight shone on the earth through scattered clouds.
Bathe in the moonlight
A day's fatigue
Without a trace!
What entered the body is gone.
It's like coming home.
The back of mother and lover
Children's innocent eyes
Dad, dad.
The voice of missing
Swing in the moon wind
Sadness occupied my mind.
Maybe I have paid too little for my family.
Maybe they understand and forgive me too much.
In the dust of the hot Gobi
Home is my eternal destination.
Will always be a warm harbor in my life
now
In my hometown, this is the harvest season.
The air is filled with a strong smell of wheat.
Blessing from my hometown
Cann't stay
Career gains
The family is expecting good news.
Cann't stay
By the moonlight and night breeze tonight
Take away my thoughts of my loved ones
Tell them
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