Modern poetry describing homesickness

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty, which is a kind of poetry. Compared with ancient poems, although they are all written for understanding things, they are generally informal in format and rhythm. The following is a modern poem describing homesickness, which is welcome for your reference!

homesickness

I don't understand homesickness just because I'm not from my hometown.

I won't be flustered when the moon rises.

I will not weave my sadness into a net.

Net your heart on the moon.

Shine on the well in my hometown every night.

Listen to the sound of water in the country.

I won't feel sad when it snows at dusk.

I will not turn my thoughts into tears.

Drop your love on the snowflake.

Ask the cold wind for a sweet wintersweet.

Let it return to its hometown with tearful snowflakes.

I won't cry.

I don't want to see through the night and see the dawn of my hometown.

I won't go crazy.

I don't want the clear clouds in my hometown to drink moonlight.

But I don't understand either

Homesickness. Homesickness.

I don't know how many quiet and beautiful nights there are.

How many people cling to loneliness?

I filled you with my eyes.

Drink it into your stomach

Appreciate the unbearable yearning.

I don't understand homesickness just because I'm not from my hometown.

My homesickness

Qiu Yi

Late autumn, a cold tear.

Soak hard soil

The old locust tree next to the village

Hold the wings of memory

Wisps of smoke from the kitchen.

Stick to the earthen house and find the story of the past

On the wall, there is a cigarette rod hanging.

In the corner of the bed, the glasses are old.

The old mother grabbed a bowl of pickles.

Chew a sour life.

My father dug the spring.

Drown his glory.

green bristlegrass

It's dark, it's dawn,

Don't give up the loess,

Waiting everywhere,

Until you give in.

The wind blows and the rain laughs,

Don't change your appearance.

Begging for mercy was not my intention,

Shake your tail to express your heart.

Nostalgia of wine

What to commemorate you with?

With deep feelings over the years

Border town

Nostalgia for the taste of wine

Stroll in the autumn night

Like Yanghe walking in the wine town.

Lanse classic packaging

Hiding beautiful sadness

I am from Siyang.

Yanghe Daqu is my nursery rhyme.

Just like Elliot.

With the feelings of Ili people

This wine tastes of Yanghe.

Gradually became a classic memory.

Elliot.

Become a new song I sing.

Yining in this autumn night

Like two bottles of wine on the table.

A bottle full of homesickness.

A bottle is full of love.

homesickness

For so many years, my Qiannan, my hometown.

This has been bothering me.

To the south are the karst mountains that are in close contact with the clouds.

For thousands of years. Incubate-

Sweet dew, mountain spring and intoxicating sweet dew.

Xiaomi wine, grandma poured bowls after bowls for her son.

That year, I finished. run away from home

All the way east. Grandma once said: that's where the sun never sets.

Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. Son, don't look back.

But, grandma, my grandma

Why is there a kind of piccolo homesickness hidden in every cheerful song?

Singing, those who crawl in Cangyang Jiacuo's poems are carefree.

Also, the clear spirit in the bell of Lingyin Temple. Means "crossing"

Melancholy, hesitation, confusion

The sound drifted away. ...

And the rickety figure on the other side of the mountain is getting shorter and shorter.

Climbing clouds, please walk slowly.

Let me pour a glass of man's ambition and warm homesickness.

Come on, take it home. ...

Grandma, you will be in front of that old loom at this time.

Brocade, miss one horse after another?

homesickness

The lamp in front of mother

It is always bright in the window of the old house in my hometown.

It's always in my mind.

Mother sat on the kang to mend old clothes.

Mend my childhood, sew and sew.

Sew my perfect primary school.

Make up my excellent middle school.

Sew me away from the canyon with a needle and a thread

Mother's wrinkled forehead is a piece.

Clothes full of vicissitudes that can't be mended.

Today, the light is still on.

The window of the old house wall in my hometown

It always shines in my mind.

Mother sat on the kang.

No more threading

But pinch your fingers on the stars and the moon

When will the flying swallows return to their nests?

The lamp in the old house in my hometown

Is my eternal homesickness.

homesickness

Listen to the smell of baked potatoes.

Keep playing in the memory of the nose

Watch the dog bark.

Wandering day and night in the outline of the ear

The way home

Sell at a discount at the ticket booth

There are no old tickets for my hometown on the platform.

homesickness

Lie on the casserole and stew until it boils.

I

After the shelf life

A drop of thick soup can't hold homesickness.

The nest in my hometown is still alive on the steamer with a knot in my heart.

homesickness

No matter how far the water in my hometown is.

Can't flow out of my heart.

The mountains in my hometown have grown taller.

Not higher than my feet.

People in my hometown are like me.

Lost lover

The more I worry, the more I think.

The appearance of hometown

Like my shadow in the sunset

The longer it takes.

The longer the time, the deeper.

homesickness

Have another glass of wine,

Just count its degrees quietly,

Once, once.

Consciously and clearly,

Through the nine-bend ileum,

Left foot, 20 meters.

Right foot, 20 meters.

Some calm emotions,

Start crossing the river,

As soon as I turned around, I brewed a fragrance all over the floor.

I can go home if I'm not drunk,

I can go home if I'm not drunk,

……

Just one night.