Chapter one: Modern homesick poems.
The wind is soft.
It is Joe who blows the poplar.
Go through the courtyard wall, fly over the gate and smile at the peach blossoms.
Roll the circle and beat the angle.
Play with sheep and knock on shell casings.
Shoot birds with a slingshot.
Running and wrestling on the playground
Yueer Wan Wan
The swing swings slowly in the air.
Hide and seek under the grape trellis.
Suddenly I heard a dog barking.
You look at me, I look at you.
I was scared out of my wits and ran around.
In the corner next door, who bent over with laughter?
Sunshine is warm.
The grass is soft.
Carp stand up, grass roots gnaw.
Daheba, rocks are jumping.
On the grass tip, dragonflies chase the mirror.
Bees are buzzing in the wild flowers.
Butterflies flapped their wings and danced gracefully.
Go to a water fight naked.
Choked my nose and my eyes were watery.
Xue Hua er Piao
Make a snowman, snowball fights
Who put a scarf and a straw hat on her?
Frozen hands, red with sweat.
Get on the sleigh and run all over the street
Shiny ice edge
Yue rang around Ma Jun.
Open your mouth wide, fly your eyebrows and breathe.
Eat watermelon, bake steamed bread and smoke in the fire.
The roadside Sophora japonica blooms and smells fragrant.
Thousands of miles away, I miss my hometown.
Are there any flowers in my hometown, Fang Qi?
The streets are brightly lit and the people are the narrowest.
Thousands of miles away, I miss my hometown.
Hometown, how are you?
How I want to go back to my hometown.
Wash away the fatigue and sadness of flying dust.
Chapter 2: Missing my hometown
My hometown is Diqing in Xi Murong's poems.
It always rings with the moon at night.
My hometown is a boat ticket written by Yu Guangzhong.
Always calling the wanderers from afar to go home.
My hometown is the melon garden in Lu Xun's article.
Runtu in the moonlight is a childhood companion.
How many fond memories of childhood are there?
They are all stored in their hometown. In the river.
Snowflakes dancing in my hometown
Covered with mother's black hair
The clear river in my hometown.
Flowing in my father's wrinkles
How many affectionate stares are there in my hometown?
Are stored in the depths of time.
How many warm whispers are there in my hometown
Swaying on the branches of memory
The warmest thing is the mother's arms.
The highest stand is my father's shoulder.
Time flies, time flies.
Mother's black hair has turned into white hair.
Father's back is no longer straight.
Cut off the years when spring is blooming.
Freeze mother's young smile.
Holding the sharp sword of time
Carve his father's tall and straight figure.
Write a poem of gratitude in your heart.
Attachment to every inch of life
How much love and warmth is there in life?
In every ordinary family.
How much blood can be dissolved in water?
All in a simple meal.
Parents are more or less happy.
Everything is in the smile when we meet.
Hometown, hometown
I want to melt a piece of snow.
Gently into your arms.
From winter to spring and summer.
Chapter three: Modern homesick poems.
Sit quietly by the window
Looking at the thin rain.
Snowflakes fall leisurely in the rain.
My thoughts drift away slowly with the snowflakes.
It's snowing harder and harder, everything
Are shrouded in a world of snowflakes flying.
My heart began to spread its wings.
Fly to the place I miss, my hometown.
The scene of my hometown came before my eyes.
Villages, rivers, fields and
A crisscross of buildings
My heart is warm and sour.
Is it because of missing or being in a trance?
Everything in my hometown is like my mother's kind eyes.
Look at me like my mother's warm arms.
Waiting for me to throw myself into her arms
Imagine, outside my hometown.
Maybe it's bigger than the snow in Jiangnan.
There is thick snow on the roof of the village.
Looking around, it is a world wrapped in silver.
Maybe, on the path in front of the house.
I have three or two children, and I have already started.
Walk through the snow and have a snowball fight.
make a snowman
I haven't been back for a long time.
Miss my hometown, wave after wave.
I really want to go back to my mother and be with her.
Watching snowflakes fall in the yard one by one.