1. The road to my hometown
The days when I leave home
Night
The road to my hometown is always the moment I close my eyes
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Stretch into my thoughts and linger with my memories
The road to my hometown
is filled with the joys and sorrows of my childhood
. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiles
At this moment, I feel that
no matter it was bitter or sweet
it is a melodious song in my memory
Touching the heart, like a clear spring
The road to my hometown
Carries my yesterday
Yesterday I was in ragged clothes
Follow the wind Running
On the dirt roadside covered with weeds
Chasing the smiling spring
2. Homesickness in the rain
Continuous drizzle, The drizzle is continuous
The raindrops falling in the sky form a line
Just like the wanderer's constant longing
The rain in my hometown
It must be again A clean village was washed out
The waves of wheat rolled in the dreams of the villagers
A corner of the eaves among the green trees was filled with smoke.
Imagine climbing up the hill in my hometown
My father sat on the door of the old house
Wiping the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand
Lighting a cigarette and squinting slightly
< p>Raindrops kept falling on the eavesMerge into a cheerful stream
Flow to the green fields
3 Sitting on the door of my hometown
Sitting on the doorstep of my hometown
Looking at the clouds rolling in the sky
The blue sky
The more clouds there are, the deeper it becomes
On the thick apricot tree in front of the door
A donkey was chewing the scent of grass
An unknown donkey brayed
The donkey also raised its neck barked
A white rabbit
as white as snow
suddenly jumped past me
paused , ran towards the grass
A few chickens clucked
ran out of the grass
One of them
stretched its neck Then I swallowed a bug
A familiar voice
made me look at the intersection
The thin mother
was driving the pigs The boys are walking home
4 Homesick Song
It is a melodious and beautiful song for homesickness
Always in the deep night
The bright moon hangs high and the stars blink
A wisp of clouds is cut by the breeze
Always like this night
I sing softly with my homesick heart
Lovely and beautiful hometown
Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water
The golden wheat waves must have started rolling again
Look, the villagers are smiling again
Sleep peacefully tonight
In the dream, I sleep with my hometown
Have a happy dream
When I wake up, maybe
my father drives the donkey with a whip
Bringing back some hope
5 Hometown, my poems
Hometown, a village lying in the ravine
I want to use the pen in my hand
Soften the thoughts flowing in my heart
Write a poem to praise you
My hometown, my hometown
The rolling mountains in the sky The backbone
Singing softly in the meandering stream in the ravine
The lights shining under the moon are glowing with bean yellow
The breeze lifts the clothes of the night Corner
The days thus give wings to the dreams of mountain people
Fly, fly...
Fly to the glorious front
Hometown, under the weak candlelight
Your son
typing the keyboard with tears
arranging the missing sentences into jumping lines of poetry
Going home on May 1st
Pack a bag of homesickness and embark on the journey
A row of cars crawling on the mountain road
Dear hometown
Your son is walking towards you
The dust is flying all the way
How many wanderers have dreamed
Nostalgia is like this flying dust< /p>
Floating in the late night of my hometown
The mountains are green all the way. The stream flows slowly
How many times in the dream of the wanderer
Nostalgia is like the beautiful scenery of mountains and clear waters
A painting flows in the poems of the wanderer
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Willow buds are green all the way.
The flowers are fragrant
How many memories of the wanderer
Homesickness is like this touching spring
In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown
< p>Pull out every trace of attachment that cannot be brushed away