Poems about not going home for the New Year.

1, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change.

When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. The next berth on Beibao Mountain, Wang Wan, and the next song on Castle Peak, I am boating with green water.

Tides come and go, and no wind stirs my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

I can finally send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. The feeling at the bottom of the river is that Zhao Wei is alone at the bottom of the river, and the moonlight is like water.

5. Where are the people who come to enjoy the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year. Schumann Skontu intends to seek leisure, but he has no leisure. He has to work hard to leave Qin Guan.

6. People gradually feel that the local accent is strange, but they hate the sound like Laoshan. Dai Shulun's Panasonic Mao Ting is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening.

7. Pedestrians daydream infinitely in the autumn wind, and the green hills across the water are like their hometown. People who are homesick for Ligou say that the sunset is the end of the world and there is no home in the distance.

8. I hate the barrier of Bishan Mountain, which is still shrouded by dusk clouds. A trip to the countryside in Yu Wang-This horse is wearing a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums, and people believe that this horse grows in the wild.

9. Wangu has sounds, including dusk, and several peaks have no sunset. The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow.

10, why? The original tree of the village bridge looks like my hometown.