1, Yu Guangzhong's homesickness.
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
2. Xi Murong's Homesickness.
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings with the moon at night; The face of hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of parting in the fog; After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old.
3, Xu Lizhi's' Homesickness'.
Let the curved moon, again and again; Cut my thin homesickness into blood
4, Changyao' Homesickness'
He is sad, and he misses his own fast valley. There, near the bare rock of the cliff, his yak leisurely licked the grass under the snow line. On the grass beach, one of his foals is raising its hoof, paddling the shallow water of the river bend and running to the female animal on the other side, grinning nervously and coquetry.
The sun there has a thick glaze, and the air there is filtered by ice and snow, mixed with the fragrance of cream, grass leaves and yeast ...-I am not a homesick shepherd under a street lamp, sleepwalking in the land of fate?
Five, Bing Xin's "Homesickness"
The future only shines with uncertain starlight, but when I look back, I see the fluttering flag of love. For our hometown, we are children! Can't be a Zhuang language, can't bear to be a Zhuang language, and won't be a Zhuang language!
Write modern poems about homesickness
1, looking at my hometown-Yu Youren buried me in the mountains and looked at my hometown; Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten. Bury me in the mountains and see my continent; The mainland is invisible, only crying. The sky is grey, the wilderness is vast, and Shan Ye is a state-owned ruin!
2. Homesickness-The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night. However, the face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree that never grows old.
Homesickness-When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. When I was here, my mother grew up there, and homesickness was a narrow ticket. When I was here, so was the bride. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. I'm here and there on the mainland.