A little stubborn
The stubbornness of "everyone is drunk and I wake up alone"
We must open a heart in the bustling city.
Plant the seeds of your dreams.
Wait until the rainy summer.
Will mature.
In the depths of my soul
A little bohemian.
The willfulness of "people don't waste their youth"
In front of sexy homosexuals
Present the most natural self-a lady
I firmly believe that I am a woman with both civil and military skills in the new era.
Only mature and successful men like me.
In the depths of my soul
There is such terrible indifference.
A heart of stone that "recognizes reason and denies people"
Let my family no longer value me.
I lost my "friend"
I don't regret
I don't want to be a gentle person who has no ability to distinguish right from wrong.
Be a smart person who dares to love and hate, and love and hate are clear.
It is also a philosophy of life.
Modern Poetry in the Soul 2 Hometown, a word as simple as earth.
Everyone has his own hometown.
Just like birds have their own nests.
Just like a river has its own source.
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Everyone's hometown
Everyone has their own stories and legends.
No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are not as beautiful as those in their hometown.
No matter how tempting the food is, it can't compare with the food in my hometown.
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My hometown is a burning lamp in my heart.
It always illuminates the softest place in my heart.
My hometown is a low house, an old window in the rain.
And the familiar cock crow at dawn every day.
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My hometown is the henna cluster that opens at the door.
It dyed my childhood nails bright red.
Red dragonfly in the sunset
Are you still waiting for a simple girl?
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What color is homesickness?
This is a kind of white smoke.
It's a kind of lux.
It's a kind of eaves ash.
This is a kind of green grass.
This is the yellow ear of wheat.
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How many times have I returned to my hometown in my dream?
See the small village where I grew up again.
Those little flowers that can't be named
Decorate my childhood dream.
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I am often sung by a hometown song.
Hometown will always be a lingering wisp of smoke.
I have used the trembling nib countless times.
Shorten the distance between heart and hometown.
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I often inadvertently touch the word hometown.
Suddenly, I was violently hit on my chest by a warm feeling.
Powerful lacrimal glands can't restrain the overflow of tears.
It turns out that my heart has always been in my hometown.
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Hometown, the eternal home of the soul
How I want to live in your warmth forever.
Hometown, let me be your little flower.
Warm bloom around you
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I can't hear the running water in my hometown.
Can't see the moonlight in my hometown
Hometown, hometown, I have been away from you for a long time.
If you don't come today, will you be all right?
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Homesickness, a lover in the depths of the soul
Homesickness is the most beautiful and melancholy poem in a wanderer's heart.
My hometown is where my life began.
Somewhere in my heart will stay for my hometown forever.
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Why am I so close to my hometown?
Because that's where my blood and soul were born.
Hometown, maybe only when I sleep in your warm arms.
I can't dream of you, I can't look back at you.