Poems on the way home (grade three)

This is a wandering dream.

Has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people

Become the gene of China traditional culture.

Carved in the hearts of everyone who leaves home.

No one can stop it.

The way home

No one can stop.

The pace of going home

Seventeen Years

This is a homesickness complex.

It is the expectation of family reunion.

I can never get rid of my homesickness.

On the land of China.

People who go home during the Spring Festival

Formed a torrent

Hundreds of millions of returning vagrants

Crowd into stations, airports and docks together.

Formed a beautiful migration landscape.

A trip home

Go home and take a nap.

Although it can't solve the pain of separation from family.

But you can also get spiritual comfort from it.

Go home and stay.

Although I can't give more help to my relatives in my life.

But I can also get a little considerate satisfaction from it

Go home and get together.

Although I can't bring more love and care to my family.

But the world can experience love from it.

Relieve the long-standing loneliness in my heart

Seventeen Years

Is the expectation of being away from home for a year.

Embark on the road to return home

Anxious to return

Wandering trip

Looking forward to going home early.

That's everyone's dream to try.

The sadness of the past year

A year's effort

It is rare to have a chance to talk to your parents.

One-year expectation

A lonely year

It's rare to have a chance to talk to your lover.

Spring festival reunion

It was a brief moment.

I haven't waited long enough for my sweet words.

But think about the journey away from home.

I haven't enjoyed enough family warmth.

But after the New Year, I will run away from home.

The moment I left the person I love.

What I see is the eyes of my family.

Tears are coming out.

Instructions from relatives

It is a blessing of peace.

Love is on the journey.

Expectations of relatives

Next year is the reunion of classmates.

Everything is waiting silently again.

Everything is waiting quietly.

Wait until the end of the year.

I'm still thinking about my way home.