The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Appreciation: Xi Murong has many poems about "homesickness, homesickness and homesickness". She can't help writing such poems, just like a cliff waterfall, which gives readers great stimulation. No matter where you are, every time you walk into this poetic feeling, your nostalgia for your hometown is out of control.
The last paragraph of the poem concentrates "homesickness" on a tree without rings, which fully expresses that "homesickness" will not be lost because of people's aging, but will always be fresh.