Imitation poem about homesickness 1. Imitation poems about homesickness.
homesickness
Ignorant time
Homesickness is a warm sweater.
The person wearing it is at this end.
The weavers are over there.
after school
Homesickness is a shallow stream.
I stand at the finish line.
Mother is the source.
Grow up
Homesickness is a distant flute.
He is blowing over there.
I'm listening at this end
But now
Homesickness is a bright moon.
The viewer is at this end.
The man who is watching is over there.
painful
Desperate
Pain is a long journey.
For so long
Tired
Lonely time
Pain is one's dance.
Start with yourself.
The ending is also yourself.
Difficult time
Pain is an infinite space.
I want to leave.
But I can't find the exit.
When in doubt
Pain is a constantly dividing cell.
Solved this
This is breeding again.
happy
Hours later
Happiness is a little candy.
Hold it in your mouth
But my heart is sweet
After graduation
Happiness is a thick record of classmates.
There was a lot of people on every side.
The truth is concentrated in one place.
We'll talk about it later.
Happiness is a beautiful family portrait.
time goes by
But the smile will never disappear.
When I was a child, friendship was a small seesaw, with me at one end and my other end.
When I grow up, friendship is a long telephone line. I'm here and my friends are there.
Later, friendship was a luxurious courtyard. I am outside, and my bosom friend is inside.
Now, friendship is a vague memory. I am here, and my childhood was there.
When I was young.
Childhood is a clean stream.
Happiness is among them.
Trouble is outside.
A little bigger.
Childhood is a curved Hongqiao.
Immature is in the back.
Be rational in front of you.
adult
Childhood is a sweet dream.
Simple in heart
A burden on the shoulder
old age
Childhood is a small photo.
Childlike heart is over there.
Living here.
When I was young,
Homesickness is a deep yearning,
I miss my hometown,
I miss everything in my hometown.
When I grow up, homesickness is a blank sheet of paper.
There's nothing on the paper,
Only my nostalgia for my hometown.
Later,
Homesickness is a thick book,
My memory stayed in the book,
Memories are memories of childhood.
Now, homesickness is my nostalgia for my childhood.
I don't need it anymore,
Because, I grew up.
2. Write a poem on homesickness.
Under the Full Moon is full of moonlight, but no one cleans it. Then fold a lotus leaf from Zhang Kuo, wrap it in moonlight and put it in a Tang poem.
Flat, like suppressed acacia ... moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves. Homesickness Yu Guangzhong's homesickness as a child is a small stamp. I was here when my mother grew up here. Homesickness is a narrow ticket. I was there when the bride was there. Homesickness is a short grave. I was outside when my mother was inside. Now my homesickness is a shallow strait. I'm on the mainland side and homesick there. The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a Qingyuan flute, which always rings on a moonlit night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old.
The heavy dream of Daoxiang season hangs on the vast fields, and the fragrant breeze blows away the farmers' infatuated dreams. Not moved, but colorful golden waves in the festive atmosphere are swinging in the arms of the water town. It's like drinking thousands of glasses of wine. When the fertile fields are fragrant for thousands of miles, Wangxiangtai boarded Wangxiangtai, looked up at the sky with her feet under the mountain, and sent a touch of Feng Yun to her hometown. There is no Lin Taoshan Road around, which is curved and narrow. Only the road from my hometown leads directly to Wangxiangtai. I saw the mountains and water in my hometown and the pine trees in front of my house. It's like my grandmother's homesickness for years. Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly. Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently. Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart. The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.
Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown? Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.
Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason. Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.
Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses. Wanderers miss their hometown all the time.
& gt2 Mid-Autumn Moon, the moon is in the sky, sending lovesickness thousands of miles away, and a bright moon hanging high reminds me of infinite leisure in my heart. Looking around is more pious than pilgrims. Looking from a distance, the same full moon is over the north, hoping to shine on the glow of my hometown. Can you bring back my warm and moist tears and wash my face? The call in my ears suddenly rises under the laurel. According to my mother's kind face, my father is standing in the sunset among the flowers, and his thin figure is gentle in the autumn rain. It feels like it's going up. Drifting duckweed, as far as the sky is concerned, will fly out. Wandering footprints will continue the blood of family ties. How wide the ground is, at most, it should be infiltrated. I will be burdened with heavy debts. When can I be filial to the moon? I will cut a slender reflection on my knee and shake the moonlight. Flying eagle flying over the hometown snowfield is a dream that has been turned over thousands of times. Looking back, is the fruit of my first love still hanging on the laurel tree of memory, emitting fragrance in this beautiful month? The bleak autumn wind at night makes a floating heart colder and colder. The autumn moon is bright and the drizzle flies all night. The high tide in the chest broke through the missing river bank and flooded. The mountains in my hometown are so green, the water in my hometown is so green, the clouds in my hometown are so light, and people in my hometown miss my hometown day after day. I hope that one day, people can reunite with green mountains, green waters and white clouds. The homesick song of Xi Murong's hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog.
After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old. Homesickness Author: Easy to read When the bell rang at dawn, MengMeng woke up? Perhaps the dream of homesickness, spring breeze and autumn wind sent away the rhyme of yesterday's parting melody. What you can't give up is that the wind and rain in your hometown have turned into tiny water drops, and the footprints of the wind are rooted in lingering feelings, blowing the branches and leaves of willows and calling for your hometown. Are you okay? Shuttling between the stars and the moon, I always miss my hometown. The lyrics of David Jiang's Where Peach Blossoms Bloom are in the place where peach blossoms bloom, and there is my lovely hometown. Peach trees are reflected on the clear water. Ah! Hometown! Where I was born and raised, the peach grove is surrounded by beautiful villages. No matter where I stand guard, I always look forward to you affectionately. Where the peach blossoms are in full bloom, there is my charming hometown. The children's laughter ripples in the peach blossom source, and the peach blossom is red on the girl's face. Ah! Hometown! An unforgettable place, for your better scenery, I would like to be stationed in the frontier of ice and snow. Ah! Hometown! An unforgettable place, for your better scenery, I would like to be stationed in the frontier of ice and snow.
3. Poems about hometown (required to imitate homesickness)
Homesickness is the sweet earthy fragrance in the air when it is sunny after rain.
Nowhere to find, but everywhere.
Homesickness is the bright moon in the pond,
Out of reach, but fascinating.
Missing is a running river that never dries up and never stops; Miss is a fluttering willow, rippling with the wind; Missing is a blazing fire that illuminates people's hearts.
Missing is a series of mobile phone messages, mixed with my concern and nostalgia for my parents.
After leaving home, homesickness is a long river, bringing my feelings to that distant hometown; After leaving home, my thoughts are bunches of dandelions, spreading my love with the wind.
After leaving, homesickness is a sea that gathers rivers and never dries up; After parting, homesickness is a cloudless sky in Wan Li, boundless; When I get old, homesickness is a letter without stamps, buried in my heart.
After leaving home, homesickness is a cup of strong coffee, mellow but bitter; After leaving home, homesickness is a beautiful moonlight, pouring on my heart, cold and clear.
After leaving home, missing is a set of running gears, and my missing and my parents' concern are always closely attached; After leaving home, homesickness is an endless song. Count the parting and gently sing endless melancholy thoughts.
4. Imitate homesick poems
Deciduous homesickness
Oh, it's windy.
That fallen leaf
Mediate the fall like a wounded bird.
A calm lake
I'm in a dream.
That fallen leaf
Fall gently
I dream like a mirror.
The fallen leaves in my dream
Full of childhood happiness and happiness.
Pick up fallen leaves
I was surprised to find that
He was blown away by the autumn wind that disappeared.
With a thick layer of calluses
also
How many years of vicissitudes have been buried there?
That fallen leaf
Fall gently
My lonely heart
That's a
Leaves full of homesickness
It's falling.
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Poetic Walking * Modern Homesickness
one
The way home
Winding under one's feet
But it's lost.
The courage to move forward
Where is the township pass?
Where is the Xiang Pavilion?
two
foreign country/land
Bao Qing drinks are cold.
foreign country/land
The night is long and cold, and the dream is shocking.
In other countries
Cai Xiao Garden with a long door.
Yes/yes
Cabbage, radish, tomato
three
Sunset at the entrance of the village
Slow down
Is to miss the exotic sky.
remain to be
Old mother's crutch is up.
Look forward, look forward ...
The old mother lit it again.
Dim oil lamp
Homesickness is just a wound.
The cold wind of winter is playing again.
Nostalgia is getting higher and higher.
At this point, you will remember
The whole life in the mountain village
The sunshine in March in Yangchun
Lazily rummaging through the clothes on the ground
The first light green
Dew to light the dawn
And undulating rural edges.
No time to savor.
Pears and apricots are all over the mountain.
And childhood memories.
The whole laundry list is piled in the whole laundry list.
In the folding of memory
Let you relive your life
You are far from home.
At this time of year, it is always necessary
Pour out homesickness
The waves of a foreign river stopped on his head.
Wet dream woke up.
Let the grass grow outside the window and the warblers fly.
Pretend that what you care about
Indulge in homesickness
There are a few strands of bitterness floating.
A few wisps of sweet and sour
Looking back on my hometown
A stronger one.
You finally swallowed it.
No sooner had I tasted it than my homesickness came out.
This is just a wound.
The pain has long since disappeared.
I just miss you more and more.
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homesickness
Homesickness is a feeling.
At night
My heart will hurt inexplicably.
As numb as a bee.
The moon streaked across the branches.
Hang your mind on the treetops.
Walking in the evening breeze
use liquor to smooth over the rough edges of life
I only read Li Bai's
Bright moonlight in front of the window
The river in my hometown.
Flash in a dream
I am by the river.
Hold the hand of moonlight
Write homesick poems
Yellow Crane Tower
Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Thoughts in the dead of night
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
Wangwan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Boarded Guazhou
Wang Anshi
Guazhou is at the mouth of Beijing, separated by several mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Duhanjiang River
Song Wenzhi
The sound outside the spine is broken, after winter, summer and spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
6. Imitate poetry homesickness
In childhood
Homesickness is a small kite.
I'm at this end
The dream is over there
When I grow up
Homesickness is a long letter.
I'm at this end
Relatives are over there
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a cage layer by layer.
I am outside
Thoughts are in it.
But now
Homesickness is a heavy memory.
I'm at this end
When I was a child, friendship was a small seesaw. I was at this end and my other half was at that end.
When I grow up, friendship is a long telephone line. I'm here and my friends are there.
Later, friendship was a luxurious courtyard. I am outside, and my bosom friend is inside.
Now, friendship is a vague memory. I am here, and my childhood was there.
When I was young.
Childhood is a clean stream.
Happiness is among them.
Trouble is outside.
A little bigger.
Childhood is a curved Hongqiao.
Immature is in the back.
Be rational in front of you.
adult
Childhood is a sweet dream.
Simple in heart
A burden on the shoulder
old age
Childhood is a small photo.
Childlike heart is over there.
Living here.
When I was young,
Homesickness is a deep yearning,
I miss my hometown,
I miss everything in my hometown.
When I grow up, homesickness is a blank sheet of paper.
There's nothing on the paper,
Only my nostalgia for my hometown.
Later,
Homesickness is a thick book,
My memory stayed in the book,
Memories are memories of childhood.
Now, homesickness is my nostalgia for my childhood.
I don't need it anymore,
Because, I grew up.