1, Miscellaneous Poem: You from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? .
2. "Seeing the villagers in Jingsi's hometown": I have lived in the park for many years and I don't know when I am old. Suddenly I met a guest in front of the door and came to my hometown. Fold your eyebrows and shake hands, and smile through tears. Visit friends frequently and ask children. If you are a younger brother and nephew, you will enjoy the pool platform. Whether the old garden is here or not, new trees should be planted. Willow rows are dense, and Mao Zhai varies in width.
3, "Sauvignon Blanc": a trip in the mountains, a trip in the water, a trip by Guan Yu, and 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.
4. "I miss my home on winter nights": Every winter in Handan, I am accompanied by a knee lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
5. "Every day, someone misses home": It's only seven days since I entered the spring, and I've been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
6. Yan Wen: Where is my hometown? It is leisurely to think of it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
7. Accommodation: Alone in the pub, I was shut in by loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese. The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.
8. Homesickness outside the river: Every spring is sad in a foreign land, and Duqu oriole knows. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
9. "Crossing the Han River": The sound book outside the spine is broken, and the winter goes and the spring comes back. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
10, "Night Rain of the Water Fairy": A sound of Ye Qiu, a little banana and a little sorrow, after the third night in my dream. Snuff, chess, sigh Xinfeng lonely pavilion. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.