1, the way home, the day I left home.
night
The way back to my hometown is always at the moment when I close my eyes.
Go deep into my heart and wander with my memory.
on the way home
It filled my childhood.
Sadness and joy are mixed. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces
Now I think
Whether it is bitter or sweet.
That is a melodious song in my memory.
Touching the heart is like a clear spring.
Hometown road
Carrying my yesterday.
I was in rags yesterday.
Run with the wind
On the overgrown dirt road
Chasing the smiling spring
2, homesickness in the rain, drizzle, drizzle
The raindrops falling in the sky form lines.
It's like a wanderer cutting off his mind.
The rain in my hometown
A clean village must be washed again.
The wheat waves rolled in the villagers' dreams.
Smoke billowed from the corner of the eaves among the green trees.
Imagine climbing to the top of my hometown.
Father is sitting on the door of the old house.
Wipe the fatigue on your forehead with the back of your hand.
Light a cigarette and squint.
The rain kept dripping on the eaves.
Into a cheerful stream.
Flowing to the green fields
3. Sit on the door of your hometown.
Look at the clouds in the sky.
Tile blue sky
Because the more clouds, the deeper.
There is a thick bowl on the apricot tree in front of the door.
A donkey is chewing grass.
I don't know which donkey barked.
The donkey also raised its neck and barked.
A white rabbit
As white as snow.
I suddenly got a fright.
Paused and ran to the grass.
Several chickens are screaming.
Run out of the grass
One of them.
Swallow a bug when you stretch your neck.
A familiar voice
Let me see the crossroads.
Shoumama
Is driving the pig home.
4, homesick songs miss home.
This is a melodious song.
Melodious and beautiful songs
Always in the middle of the night
The moon is high and the stars are blinking.
A wisp of Wei Yun was cut by the breeze.
Always on such a night.
I sing softly with a homesick heart.
Lovely and beautiful hometown
Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters
The golden wheat wave must be rolling in again.
You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again.
Tonight, sleep quietly.
Sleep with my hometown in my dream
Have a happy dream.
When I wake up, maybe.
Father drove the donkey with a whip.
Hope a little more.
5. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine.
I want to use the pen in my hand
Rubbing the thoughts flowing in my heart.
Write a poem praising you.
Hometown, hometown
The rolling back of mountains in the sky.
The winding stream in the canyon sings softly.
Under the moon, the flashing lights are bean yellow.
The breeze lifted the night.
Time has given wings to the dreams of the mountain people.
Fly, fly ...
Fly to the glorious front
Hometown, under the faint candlelight.
Your son
Tap the keyboard with tears in your eyes
Line up the missing sentences into jumpers.
6. Go home with a bag of homesickness on May Day and set foot on it.
A train of cars crawled on the mountain road.
Dear hometown
Your son is coming towards you.
There is dust all the way.
How many times have I returned to the dream of a wanderer?
Homesickness is like this flying dust.
Fall at home in the middle of the night
The mountains are all green. The stream flows slowly.
How many times have I returned to the dream of a wanderer?
Homesickness is like this beautiful scenery.
There is a flowing picture in the poem of the wanderer.
All the way, the willows are green. Hua piaoxiang
How many times in the memory of vagrants?
Homesickness is like this touching spring.
In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown
Lead to lingering attachment.
go home
The wheel ran over the mountain road in my hometown.
therefore
There is a corner that is the eaves of vicissitudes.
Hidden among the leaves.
7. Poems after waking up in the afternoon My hometown is used to entertaining wanderers who come home.
Wanderers are not used to sleeping quietly at home.
Take a nap. Wind, birds, chickens, tractors
Knock hot money out of your dreams.
The sun shone obliquely on the face through the window grilles.
The sound of birds mingled with the children's laughter.
The echo of spring.
Walk out of the wooden fence-like gate. look
The breeze chases spring and runs in the blue sky.
Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves and cheered for spring.
Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside.
Poems of hope roll on the land of hometown.
On the edge of the village, children are playing with apricot, pear and peach blossoms in their hands.
The adults blamed the children for scaring away spring.
Look at that. There are a flock of birds on the old locust tree.
In the rebuke of adults
flap the wings
Fly west towards the sun.
8. hometown, hometown, hometown.
Where I was born and raised.
Every night in a foreign land
My dreams always haunt you.
That winding mountain road
Leave every footprint of my growth.
Witness the growth of a mountain village boy.
Witness the slow development of a mountain village.
Green fields along the mountain road
The rolling waves of spring breeze
Just like the good hopes of the villagers.
Drift to the distance of dreams
Daodaoshanliang is connected with the field.
Delay to the distance of dreams
A mountain disappearing into the sky
It is the expectation of generations of grandparents and grandchildren.
The loess house at the foot of the mountain.
A face carved by wind and frost.
Rough hands covered with calluses
Touch the childish faces of children and grandchildren
A willow tree around the house
With wisps of smoke
With the wishes of the villagers
Ran Ran is flying in the blue sky.
A few friendly calls from cattle and sheep
Wake up homesick wanderers in my dreams.
Knock out a few lines of poetry on the keyboard.
Like a river in my hometown, it flows quietly.
On the other side of the mountain is my hometown.
The grass on the mountain fluttered with the wind.
There are beautiful ponds and fertile fields under the mountain, and the green fields are fragrant.
Most importantly, the river in the ravine is like a beating pulse.
There are endless apricot branches in spring.
In summer, there are green leaves covering the sky and overflowing with coolness.
The continuous drizzle in autumn can't cool the hearts of lovers.
There is no trace of snow in winter, but it can't bury the impulsive feelings of young people.
Beyond the mountain is my hometown.
A steady stream of smoke and river water.
Endless beauty and endless comfort.
Always moistened into an idyllic beauty that stays in my memory.
10, the vast night sky of Wangxiang
crescent moon
With tired eyes open
Stare at the light
Light brings warmth.
Sprinkle into the night sky through the window
Maybe it's just your own house.
There will be endless warmth.
Missing is a lonely figure.
Dreams are missing hearts.
True feelings come from the heart.
Love always reveals the truth.
At this time, the midnight bell has struck.
A wanderer who likes to be homesick.
In the dim candlelight
Look at the end of the sky