Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut off by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is the backbone of the mountains in the sky. The winding stream in the ravine sings softly in the moonlight, and the lights are glowing in the bean yellow breeze. The skirt of the night was lifted, so I put wings in the dream of the mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines.
2. Xi Murong, a modern poem about homesickness.
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.
Homesick frontier Zhi Lin
On a quiet night in this ancient city,
I heard the Ming flute in my hometown,
Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters,
But there are also sad songs to sing.
I happened to remember something in my heart,
But not long-lost parents,
It's just a small pond near my hometown.
In the breeze, reeds and wolves on both sides of the pond.
Nostalgia Aohongliang
Tears of missing hometown
Falling under the eaves of rainy days
In a bowl
fan li
Swallow into the stomach
Drunk and homesick
Drunk in a dream
Dreams are in the countryside.
This is a reed flute.
Sing in the hearts of homesick people
3. Modern poems about homesickness, ancient poems 1. I have been there, Liu Yiyi; I think about it today, it's raining -> 2. Mourning can make you cry, but looking far away can make you return to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty > 4. But how much affection does an inch of grass have-Don Meng Jiao > 5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi > 6. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei > 7. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-photo by Song Liqing > 9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei > 10. I don't know who will fall at the moon tonight-Tang Wangjian > 1 1. Everyone is getting unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan-Downs Kontu > 12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi > 13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >; 15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States. Chu. Qu Yuan > 16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Han. > 17. After the wild goose falls, the flowers bloom before the moon falls-Sui Xue Daoheng > 18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty > 19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu > 20. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu > 2 1. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the stars in the morning and evening-Don Du Fu >; 22. Advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go abroad-Don Wang Wei > 23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang > 24. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun —— Li Bai > 25. The last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we parted, it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying > 26. Long before I met her, time had passed, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind has started, and a hundred flowers are blooming-Don Li Shangyin > 27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu > 28 years old. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu > 29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. -Huang Song Ting Jian > 30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang > 3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -Shi > 32 years old. I hope people will live long and take Wan Li Road. -history > expand.
4. Modern ancient poems about homesickness 1, The Road to Hometown
Days away from 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
Continuous drizzle, continuous 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
Sitting at the door of my hometown
Sitting at the door of my 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
feel homesick
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, My Poem Line
Hometown, 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, in the dim candlelight.
Your son
Tap the keyboard with tears in your eyes
Line up the missing sentences into jumpers.
5. Who has a modern poem about homesickness in Homesickness (Prose Poetry)?
Thinking of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably.
Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly.
Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently.
Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart.
The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.
Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown?
Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.
Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason.
Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.
Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses.
Wanderers miss their hometown all the time.
Send acacia thousands of miles in the mid-autumn moon and tomorrow night.
A bright moon hangs high.
Reminds me of my infinite leisure.
Wandering people look very religious.
Better than pilgrims
Watching the same full moon in the far north.
Pray for the light in my hometown.
Can you give me a cavity enthusiasm?
The wet tears came back again.
The voice of Qing Hui washing her face suddenly sounded.
Under the laurel tree, I followed my mother's kind face.
Falling among the flowers is my father standing in the sunset.
A thin figure
the autumn rain goes on and on
Tenderness arises spontaneously.
Drifting duckweed leads the thread of missing.
Fly as far as the sky is.
Wandering footprints extend the blood of family ties.
How wide the ground is, how deep it can penetrate.
Bear this heavy debt
When is it to regret the moon?
To be filial.
Cut out a slender reflection
Sprinkle moonlight everywhere.
The eagle flew over the snowfield in his hometown.
It used to be a yearning for dreams.
Review the fruits of first love
Does it still hang on the laurel tree of memory and smell fragrant?
On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind
Put a floating heart
It's getting colder and colder.
On the Mid-Autumn Moon, it rained all night in Mao Mao.
The rising tide in the chest broke through the missing river bank.
flood
Miss a wanderer
Miss the mountains in my hometown
The mountains in my hometown are very green.
Miss the water in my hometown
The water in my hometown is so green.
Miss the clouds in my hometown
The clouds in my hometown are so light.
People who miss their hometown
People in my hometown are so close.
Missing a wanderer
Day after day.
I hope that people and green mountains and green waters will last for a long time.
One day * * * meet again.
6. In modern poems about missing my hometown, I miss my hometown thousands of miles in the autumn moon and the night. A bright moon hanging high evokes infinite leisure in my heart. I want to look around. A pious gesture is better than a pilgrim gesture. Looking at the far north, I hope the same full moon shines in my hometown. Can you bring my warm and moist tears back to my face and wash my face? The call in my ear suddenly rose under the laurel tree. In the evening, my father stood among the flowers. The thin shadow of the sun rises in the autumn rain, and the tenderness rises. Drifting duckweed leads the thread of missing, how far will it fly. Wandering footprints extend the blood of the family, and how wide they will penetrate at most. This is a heavy debt. When can I be filial to the moon? When can I cut off the slender reflection on my knee and shake the moonlight? Flying eagle flying over the hometown snowfield was once a dream. Looking back, do the fruits of first love still hang in your memory? On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind will make a floating heart colder and colder. In autumn, the drizzle will fly all night, and the high tide in the chest will break through the river embankment of missing and drown the mountains in my hometown. The water in my hometown is so green, the clouds in my hometown are so green, the people in my hometown are so faint and the people in my hometown are so close to my hometown. I hope that people and mountains and rivers will be together for a long time.
Hope to adopt ~ thank you
7. Modern Poetry of Missing Hometown When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably.
Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly.
Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently.
Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart.
The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.
Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown?
Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.
Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason.
Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.
Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses.
Wanderers miss their hometown all the time. & gt
Send acacia thousands of miles in the mid-autumn moon and tomorrow night.
A bright moon hangs high.
Reminds me of my infinite leisure.
Wandering people look very religious.
Better than pilgrims
Watching the same full moon in the far north.
Pray for the light in my hometown.
Can you give me a cavity enthusiasm?
The wet tears came back again.
The voice of Qing Hui washing her face suddenly sounded.
Under the laurel tree, I followed my mother's kind face.
Falling among the flowers is my father standing in the sunset.
A thin figure
the autumn rain goes on and on
Tenderness arises spontaneously.
Drifting duckweed leads the thread of missing.
Fly as far as the sky is.
Wandering footprints extend the blood of family ties.
How wide the ground is, how deep it can penetrate.
Bear this heavy debt
When is it to regret the moon?
To be filial.
Cut out a slender reflection
Sprinkle moonlight everywhere.
The eagle flew over the snowfield in his hometown.
It used to be a yearning for dreams.
Review the fruits of first love
Does it still hang on the laurel tree of memory and smell fragrant?
On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind
Put a floating heart
It's getting colder and colder.
On the Mid-Autumn Moon, it rained all night in Mao Mao.
The rising tide in the chest broke through the missing river bank.
flood
Missing a wanderer
Miss the mountains in my hometown
The mountains in my hometown are very green.
Miss the water in my hometown
The water in my hometown is so green.
Miss the clouds in my hometown
The clouds in my hometown are so light.
People who miss their hometown
People in my hometown are so close.
Missing a wanderer
Day after day.
I hope that people and green mountains and green waters will last for a long time.
One day * * * meet again.
8. Missing my hometown, 100 Modern poetry, featured "Except Night Shift", Don Hotel stayed awake alone, and turned to sadness.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. When the sea rises and the moon rises, the horizon at this time is * * * "(Zhang Jiuling)," I miss my relatives twice during the festive season "(Wang Wei)," Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly thought of home "(Li Bai)," He knows that the dew tonight will be frost, and how bright the moonlight at home is! " (Du Fu), "The spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi), "When will the bright moon shine, I used to shine on the clouds" (Yan
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. The loving mother recited the thread in her hand and made clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Every tree in Hanyang of the Yellow Crane Tower becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Poems of missing 1. It's ringing, ask for its friendly voice -> 2. Give me a peach and a plum -> 3. Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. Since we know each other, why do we have to be blind? -Han Yuefu folk songs > 5. Husband yearns for the four seas and Wan Li is his neighbor-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Wei Zhi > 6. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor-Don Wang Bo > 7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling > 8. Young people are willing to learn new things, but they are old friends when they are dying-Don Han Yu > 9. Friendship with Wen Chang and Neighboring with Germany-Tang Zuyong > 10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi > 1 1. Make friends at the end of life, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty > 12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why should we tune together first? -Tang Du Fu >; 13. Friends who paint must be light, and mountains are like paper, but they don't like peace —— Qing Weng Zhao "The sea rises from the moon, and at this time the horizon is * * *" (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei), "Looking up, I found that the moonlight sank back, and I suddenly thought of home" (Li Bai) "He knew that the dew would frost tonight. (Du Fu) "Jiang Nanan Spring Breeze is Green, When Will the Moon Shine on Me" (Wang Anshi) "At that time, the moon was there, and I used to return as a colorful cloud" (Wang Anshi) When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'll be too high to stand the cold. Dance to see what the shadow on the earth looks like.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Long-term Thinking Anonymous > Last autumn, this autumn.
People on the lake are mixed, and the West Lake is still flowing. Wu and Jia.
In fifteen years, I turned my head and let go of my life. (1) Except for the night shift [Tang], the cold lights in the hotel are on alone, and the customer's heart turns sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (2) Going home [Tang] Du Mu's younger son asked, why did you stay late? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my distant home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. (4) Beijing Normal University has a letter from home [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang is 3,000 miles long and has fifteen lines of letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. 5] Hao Chu and the great master watched the mountains and sent relatives and friends to Beijing [Tang] Dai Shulun's seaside mountains were like swords and clouds.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! [6] Where is Wei's hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. (7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (8) Inscription on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain (Song Dynasty) The cloud flies south and turns back here this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
Seeing off a friend (Li Bai) at Jingmen Ferry; sailing from Jingmen Ferry, you will be with people in the south soon. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
⑽ Wanderers listen to drums, younger brother (Du Fu) moonlit night, autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .
⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs) The willows are green and the flowers are flying all over the sky. The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? ⑿ Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian): Bai Shu Crow Habitat Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. [13] Every messenger comes to the hometown of Jingshi, and it's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and his sleeves are full of tears.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. [14] Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! ⒂ Fisherman's pride (Fan Zhongyan) blocked the scenery of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese were neglected and besieged on all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
[14] A plum blossom crossing the Wujiang River (Jie Jiang) is full of spring worries. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.
Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.
When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.
⒄ Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
⒅ The prison wall (Tan Sitong) looked at the door, stopped thinking about James Zhang, and endured death for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
Trick chapter feelings (Tan Sitong) Everything in the world is in spring sorrow, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
9. Who has a modern poem about homesickness in Homesickness (Prose Poetry)?
Thinking of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably.
Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly.
Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently.
Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart.
The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.
Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown?
Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.
Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason.
Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.
Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses.
Wanderers miss their hometown all the time.
Send acacia thousands of miles in the mid-autumn moon and tomorrow night.
A bright moon hangs high.
Reminds me of my infinite leisure.
Wandering people look very religious.
Better than pilgrims
Watching the same full moon in the far north.
Pray for the light in my hometown.
Can you give me a cavity enthusiasm?
The wet tears came back again.
The voice of Qing Hui washing her face suddenly sounded.
Under the laurel tree, I followed my mother's kind face.
Falling among the flowers is my father standing in the sunset.
A thin figure
the autumn rain goes on and on
Tenderness arises spontaneously.
Drifting duckweed leads the thread of missing.
Fly as far as the sky is.
Wandering footprints extend the blood of family ties.
How wide the ground is, how deep it can penetrate.
Bear this heavy debt
When is it to regret the moon?
To be filial.
Cut out a slender reflection
Sprinkle moonlight everywhere.
The eagle flew over the snowfield in his hometown.
It used to be a yearning for dreams.
Review the fruits of first love
Does it still hang on the laurel tree of memory and smell fragrant?
On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind
Put a floating heart
It's getting colder and colder.
On the Mid-Autumn Moon, it rained all night in Mao Mao.
The rising tide in the chest broke through the missing river bank.
flood
Miss a wanderer
Miss the mountains in my hometown
The mountains in my hometown are very green.
Miss the water in my hometown
The water in my hometown is so green.
Miss the clouds in my hometown
The clouds in my hometown are so light.
People who miss their hometown
People in my hometown are so close.
Missing a wanderer
Day after day.
I hope that people and green mountains and green waters will last for a long time.
One day * * * meet again.