Modern Poems about Homesickness 1
Homesickness Song
At the desk, turn on the computer
Outside the window, brighten the moon
< p> Light "Homesickness Song"Candles fluttering
Watch the moonlight slowly fill the courtyard
Lonely night
The taste of hometown
Enduring the discomfort
Thinking about addiction
The eaves of hometown are no longer warm
Carrying bags, leaving home
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Carrying family ties, joys and sorrows
Only holidays
Everywhere in the world, one sentence to the north, one sentence to the west
Comfort to get together and part ways
Rent a warm story
Give me a little enthusiasm
Cook your homesickness
Make it into exquisite soup dumplings
< p>Leave it to those who miss home the mostAccording to the rules of the world
Don’t shed tears easily
Go back to your hometown again
Go back again Hometown
The crescent moon with a small face is floating in the river
Tell me that the laughter in my hometown has been demolished
Go back to my hometown again
This altar The old wine of homesickness
I can no longer find that mellow wine jar
How far my hometown has come
"Homesickness Song" cannot be read to the blink of an eye of childhood
A word brings tears to my eyes
A song makes my heart break
Grab a handful of hometown soil
Fill a bottle of hometown water
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A basket full of locust flowers from my hometown
Finally, I taste the dialect of my hometown
Finally, I take one more step to accompany my parents’ nagging
Looking back
Like the far away hometown
Remembering the smoke from the ancestors
My hometown is still young
The moon of my hometown surrounds the earth
Every time I draw a circle
My hometown adds a ring of growth
But my hometown has never grown old
Every time I see my hometown
Just add a layer of wrinkles
But my childhood has never been old
It must be the hometown that lights up the birdsong on time
On time Laying down the fallen leaves
Putting my childhood to sleep on time
Birthday
Turning on the mobile phone
There are more than a dozen calls from my mother
I quickly dialed over
“Mom, what’s the matter?
I was busy in the workshop just now."
My mother thousands of miles away said
"My dear, the old Yan on the beam of our house
Today I celebrate the birthday of Yanzi who just took flight.
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I haven’t spoken for a long time
Just the tears in my left eye
To the tears in my right eye
A wink
Gardenia
Autumn rain
Falling from God’s pocket
Turning into a gardenia in the mountain col
From the south last year
To the north today
Gardenias are treasured in
The coarse cloth Tsing Yi my mother made for me
All the flowers bloom the most fragrant
Stained with fragrance in the south and north
I heard that mother is coming
These white flowers are full of beauty and tenderness
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Leave a reserved row for the fragrance of flowers
Peel the red peanuts for you
Cook the fragrant yellow bean pods for you
Come here Come on, Mom
The fragrance of the gardenia is about to be plucked away by longing
Snow
It’s snowing again
Flying all over the sky
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The whole north is snowing
I chanted a thousand spells
The snow is still falling
The world is turning white
The Spring Festival is reasonable
Give it a reason to be homesick
Go to my hometown to set off fireworks and firecrackers Homesick Modern Poetry 2
Invisible, The white clouds of my hometown
Can’t be seen, the clear blue sky of my hometown
Can’t see my mother
The flowers lit in the sunset
, the colorful smoke
Can’t see the clear river in my hometown
Can’t see the green mountains in my hometown
Can’t see my father
Sown in the black soil
One by one, I "miss" my home deeply
Home is like a floating duckweed
Connected The roots...
Home is like a flying kite
The strings tied...
Although, it has been many years since I left my hometown
Kejia has always been hidden in my heart
How many times have the flowers bloomed and fallen
How many times have the moon been missing? The moon is full
Although there is no coldness in winter in the misty Jiangnan
, I can't feel the warmth of home< /p>
"People miss their loved ones even more during the festive season"
I imagine a swallow returning in spring
flying on the eaves of home
Company By the parents' side
With them
Pasting Spring Festival couplets, making dumplings...
Having a happy and happy New Year Modern Poems about Homesickness 3
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Little A made a statement and said he was going on winter vacation
Mr. B also basked in the happiness of being able to go home before New Year's Day on his scarf
Calm Master Fu The school is still as solid as a rock, adhering to the school calendar
There are still nearly two weeks after New Year's Day
How can we calm down
Homesick, homesick< /p>
I suddenly felt confused
What is home?
It is the place where parents and relatives are.
It is healthy and delicious meals.
It is the place where ancestors and clans are.
Or it is the place where we grew up. Testimony
That’s all, that’s all
I really can’t answer it
I’ll just make up my own mind
Ha! Home is where love is.
Facing the south
Reminiscing with a smile
I once had the same wish
To leave my hometown
To go there Wonderful university
Chasing distant dreams
To appreciate
The golden sun in the university
But what I see now
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But it is the withered yellow leaves in winter
And a thick layer of silver winter frost on them
The dream of the past, the me of the past
Carrying the innocence brought from my hometown
I set foot on this unfamiliar area
School, teachers, friends
Everything is unknown
Dreams are always so beautiful and clear
That we always think they are so far away
But slowly we discover that
are just reality It’s just the distance that arose
As we grow up
It seems to be a step-by-step transformation
From youth to maturity
From fantasy to reality
But I know it in my heart
It’s just the dream standard lowering again and again
When the dream flies away
All we are left with is homesickness
Longing for love is a long, long yearning
After experiencing too much right and wrong
I suddenly realized that there will be an unforgettable chill in my home during this season
There will also be silver winter frost everywhere
Time is passing
We are getting more and more I can’t go home often
First, study
, then work
, and most importantly, the unknown marriage
It’s long and long It hinders my daughter's footsteps in every detail.
Yes! Is there anything worth remembering?
Every time we go home, our parents always give us a warm welcome
It seems like we are guests from afar
Why not?
Calculate carefully
This winter vacation is less than a month
A passerby is just a passerby after all, and he will leave again in a few days
But why is it still a simple and stubborn yearning? Here you go
Ha! In the gradually lost years
It is somewhat comparable to the beauty of my hometown
I raised my head and suddenly found that
When I was homesick, the college was cold
Outside the dormitory, the cold wind and the tearing sound of the windows
The howling made me breathless and homesick. Modern Poetry 4
The place gradually became familiar. In the rapeseed soil
In the green rice fields
The sound of frog drums singing in the hazy moonlit night
The trees The tung trees are full of fruit in this season
The sound of spring thunder makes a rumbling sound in this space
The spring rains are staged in my hometown during this time The beauty of May
The days in May in my hometown are still beautiful
There are just more traces of vicissitudes and plain triviality
It’s just me wandering in a foreign land alone May
It’s just that I can’t hide my unforgettable memories after all
It is this May in a foreign country that makes me fill my homesick letterhead with looking back
< p>It is the nostalgia and family affection of my hometown that makes my love so deep and like the wind and rainWhat if, all the beauty in the world is written as the beauty of my hometown
What if, all the beauty in the world is written down Forget all the ties
If you can write about the sentimental richness of your hometown with a smile
If you can show the perseverance of your hometown with a high head
Yes, I am in a foreign place but my soul always returns to my hometown
Yes, my hometown opens its warm arms for me every moment. Homesick Modern Poetry 5
Raise your head
p>I saw the wild geese flying away from the south again
The chirping sound of the wild geese coming from the vast sky
tore my soft chest
At this moment
The sticky longing is completely lost
On August Festival, the moon is full
People in the world are like hooks
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Pick up the wine
The cup is full of nostalgia
It’s really hard to swallow
The vast moon Under the color
The longing gaze wants to penetrate the time and space in front of me
In the long sound of the flute
The thought of homesickness has occupied the entire soul
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Looking back frequently
Have you lost your sight of the mountains on the other side?
Rainy night
p>The voice of deep concern on the phone penetrated the bones and flesh
However, you never said the thought of Paner returning home
A bag of dry cigarettes, full of The stars in the sky
Year after year, I will accompany you to the end of your life
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Feeling guilty
Just a turn away, loving mother Go to Xianyou
From now on, the rolling hills of my hometown
You are no longer there, your rickety figure is waiting
Mother, I really want to hold my child again Your hands
What a shame! The warm time
It’s gone
I won’t look back
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Emotional worries
Spring goes and autumn comes again, and the wild geese come and fly away
In the folds of the vicissitudes of the years
This rustling autumn
Once again, the mountains, the rivers, the Maple Forest
This person, this heart, and this soul are all soaked
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Tears are flowing
The sound of the piccolo Still
The wine glass that is not empty is filled with new sorrow
This is the moonlit night of August
How can it not be the time to miss home
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When I feel homesick, I can’t swallow the sweet mooncakes
When I feel homesick, the moon in a foreign country is never round enough
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< p>When I feel homesick, I raise my head and pick up the wineYear after year, I look at the entrance to my hometown village
When I feel homesick, I look back frequently and feel guilty
p>Year after year, you are waiting at the entrance of the village in my hometown
When I miss home, I feel sorrow and tears.
Year after year, I don’t know when I will be able to return home. Get together