In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children.
The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle.
Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade.
In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats.
In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it. How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial.
The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph? In the small mountain village in my hometown, chickens and dogs hear each other.
Get dressed and drive Chai Men. Welcome guests and invite old friends.
Spring breeze is a good time among birds and flowers. Singing ancient poems, guqin and stringed instruments.
Sit by the window and enjoy that piece, blue sky and white clouds. The mountain stream is clear and the pine forest is on the slope.
There are sheep far and near. Although in the afternoon, there was no meritorious military service.
At the foot of Shu Mountain, be a civilian. A game of chess, a cup of tea, ancient and modern, Qin Shihuang.
Accompanied by singing, you don't worry about Tao or poverty. How much affection? How much hate? Do not keep it.
The world is colorful, so why pursue it? China is beautiful, where is it not fascinating? This feeling is the purest. There is a little cold light in the broken study.
How many years? Never forget that hometown, that village. Whenever, go back to the old days, go back to the barren land.
Always accompany me: write about Kyushu and write about Sifang. One night, I once wrote a river of poems and songs.
Brilliant and exquisite. How many medals are still treasured.
Nowadays, the guests under the lamp have been ignored and disappeared, young lang. A pot of wine, drunk on the road.
The most desolate, lonely, go to heaven, tell the truth. May the future of our generation be more brilliant.
Looking at the sky, looking at lofty sentiments: still unrestrained. Where the iron pen is waved, the wind and waves are raging and every sentence is sung.
Nine, Qinyuan Chunsi 1. Away from the clear clouds, the grass is green, the river is curved and the path is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds.
Summer color is not strong, rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there were bursts of songs and several scholars were walking.
In the field, the sunset glow was sent away and the sunrise was ushered in. The memory of a primary school taught me to sail from now on.
Although the ends of the earth, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the disasters, I'm still crazy.
Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then nurture the pillars of ten thousand generations. During the journey, it was in full swing and radiant.
At the beginning of the river trip, it was cold and drizzling, raining and snowing, and the night was long. One is under the blue wall, and the other is at the desk.
Tears welled up in my eyes and sadness was faint. A piece of paper is hard to sue and has been scattered for many years. The cuckoo is crowing outside the window.
Wake up, my hometown dream, my missing. Stroll through the fisherman's yard and ask when the bright moon will follow. Since there is love, why not? Tears streaming down her face, how many poems are there? There are waves in my ears. Who is the river sobbing for? How much did the waves wash away? A hero.
3. Gu Song Louyue spits out turbid wine, sings a song of Long song, and celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival. Clouds break the moon, and the residual flowers make a shadow, which is relatively silent and autumn.
All kinds of difficulties go with the wind. Why must we face the sky like a fire? When the song is not finished, I sigh that the river flows, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The past is the past, and how many omnipotent guests are there? Who can tell right from wrong? A few degrees in the spring and autumn, how much hate.
Walking through the castle peak, the scenery remains the same, and then looking for Li Bo in Panasonic, everyone is gone, leaving only an old song.
2. Poetry 1. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
-Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" 2. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. -Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains" 3. After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
-Du Fu's Spring 4. But I looked home, and the twilight was gathering? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. -Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower 5. When wine enters sorrow, it turns into acacia tears.
-Fan Zhongyan's "Su Curtain Cover" 6. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" 7. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
-Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha * Qiu Si" 8. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" 9. * * * Looking at the bright moon, you should cry, because the heart, in five places, is sick with a wish.
(Bai Juyi) 10. Everyone can't miss his hometown. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night".
Create a modern poem about homesickness by a ray of clear moonlight.
Electroplate my broken desire
Think more.
In the dead of night.
With burning thoughts
Dry the wet sadness in my heart.
I don't know when I can go home.
Squat on a slope or ridge
Dig up my innocent childhood.
In nostalgia without ill feelings
Local accents are all aunts and grandmothers.
Let me forget my manners and dignity.
I really want to lie on the lap of my elders.
Move their necks
Let a generous palm.
Touch my childhood intimacy.
In front of their children
I also clamored for a kiss.
hometown
You always give me a dull pain.
Every time I think of you,
My mind suddenly flew.
Like a green dragonfly.
Flying in the wind with homesick ripples.
I'm dying for tonight.
Don't go to misty rain Jiangnan water town.
Not to a busy town.
But a secluded mountain village in Shan Ye.
Give birth to me and raise my hometown.
Waking up is just an empty dream.
4. Poetry 1. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
2. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"
After three months of war, a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
4. but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. -Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
5. Wine turns into homesickness and tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
7. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha * Qiu Si"
8. Water brings you the feeling of home, and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"
9.*** Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing. (Bai Juyi)
10. Everyone can't help but miss home when they hear the sound of willow trees breaking in this nocturne. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Who can tell me a poem about homesickness? It should be original and modern, not ancient. Thank you. Homesickness is a modern poem written by Yu Guangzhong, a poet, who returned to China after wandering overseas. Poetry expresses a kind of nostalgia for hometown and motherland. This poem also embodies the poet Yu Guangzhong's good wish for the early reunification of the Chinese nation.
When I was a child,
Homesickness is a small stamp,
I'm at this end,
Mom is over there.
Yu Guangzhong is nostalgic
When I grow up,
Homesickness is a narrow ticket,
I'm at this end,
The bride is over there.
Later,
Homesickness is a short grave,
I'm outside,
Mom's inside.
now
Homesickness is a shallow strait,
I'm at this end,
The mainland is over there