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Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I am on this side
My mother is on the other side
When I grow up
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket
I Over here
The bride is over there
Later
Nostalgia is a low grave
I am outside
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And now
Nostalgia is a shallow strait
I am here
The mainland is over there
The crow's trail is hard to leave
A little bit of scarlet
Dyeing the dusk
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The board The bridge is shadowless
Insisting on leaving dust
Time is lonely
Solace
The autumn wind is cold and cold
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Fragrance of Maodian wine
Xiang Ming Zhi Ke
Tasting
Xiangyin Years and Months
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Farewell People
Dust has no boundaries
Backpack Sweat
Soaking Season
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Moonlight Night< /p>
Borrower
Homeland ahead
Love is difficult
Fireworks in the world
Nostalgia
What has remained unchanged for sixty years is the faint nostalgia, and what has been unforgettable for many years is the desire to go home.
I came back, bringing with me the wanderer’s desire to go home
I came back, taking away the longing for the loess and nostalgia that belongs to the motherland
Missing comes from being rooted in this land, longing comes from the desire in the heart
Love, transcends nations, crosses rivers, love, that piece of loess , a piece of nostalgia.
Some people say that this is the thought of constant cutting. Incomprehensible sorrow
Some people say that it is the feeling of constantly thinking about it, and the expectation comes to mind again.
Nostalgia is rain, homesickness is sorrow, longing comes from hometown, and longing comes from homesickness.
Only when you love deeply can you understand that longing is like a knife, but no matter how sharp the knife is, it can never cut through nostalgia.
People who have left home deeply miss their homeland and their reasons. All the missing comes from the heart
In the heart of the wanderer, there is always a longing for the homeland, and there is that faint feeling. Nostalgia.
Nostalgia
A trace of mountains and a trace of water. A person with a faint eyebrow and jade look. The breeze does not lift the dust.
Flowers lock the door, and trees lock the door. After looking at the moon, the moon is all over my body, and I miss you so much.
The moon is setting and the night is getting deep. The blue sea and blue sky make my heart feel sad every night without the jade harp.
Sleep in a cold quilt, sit in a cold quilt. I pour a cup of cold wine by myself, thinking of Qing all of a sudden.
Rolling crystal curtain, hanging crystal curtain. The flowers outside the curtain are blooming and dying, and the swallows nestle on the double painted eaves.
Yu Lianxian, dream Lianxian. It's just that the worries are slowly adding up, and I lower my head and shed tears.
The moon is hazy and the tears are hazy. Lonely cold river and lonely east. How many levels are there between spring mountains?
Hate the east wind, and the east wind again. All the flowers are in vain when the east wind blows away. A sad dream.
People lean on the building, and the moon leans on the building. People are like cold chrysanthemums and the moon is like hooks. Another autumn of lovesickness.
The flowers also rest, and the water also rests. The golden years flow like water. How much sorrow there is here.
Nostalgia
Bian Zhilin
In the quiet night of this ancient city,
I heard the bright flute I heard in my hometown,
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Although they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers,
there are also the same sad songs.
What came to my mind by chance,
was not my long-lost father and mother.
It was just a small pond next to my hometown.
In the low wind, the reeds and grass on both sides of the pond
Nostalgia
The Season of Ten Days (separated from Qing'er)
This is a rainy season /
It is also a happy season/
This is a short season2005.6.22--2005.7.3/
Ten days ago/
I don’t know you/you don’t know me/
Ten days/but it makes me love passionately/
Ten days/but it makes me make cruel choices/< /p>
Breaking up is like biting one’s own tongue to me/
I am a moth/
Destined to be destroyed in the fire/
Forget it/she doesn’t love me/
My heart still has to wander far away/
There is no option for me to dock in this life/
Unless she will say "love me" somewhere/
Otherwise----/
Nothing else/
Who has ever loved me? ?/