Nostalgic modern poetry

Nostalgic Modern Poetry 1

I wander alone in the countryside,

Under my feet is the hometown that I feel very close to;

In front of me, It is the lake where I once let my dreams fly

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Ah, my hometown...

I am cute and amiable hometown!

The place where you gave birth to me,

The place where I grew up happily...

Here I started to grow up by babbling,

This is where I left the footprints of my boyhood and youth.

My youth,

The youth that was once as brilliant as a mountain flower,

stays here forever...

How could I forget you?

You are like my mother, my relative, and my lover!

My first love stayed here.

That first love that I will never forget!

I am back again,

Come back to find my former dream and my former soul!

I love you,

How much I love you,

My hometown!

The hometown that haunts me! ! ! Nostalgic Modern Poetry 2

The hurt of loneliness is settled in the darkness

The cycle of time is soothed by smoke

The melancholy of leaving home. The nursery rhymes I sang

In the bird's nest of my hometown, I put down the rhymes

A snow and rain soaked my mother's grave

Rain, can you save me Take away the pain

What I let go of is just my thoughts of care and loneliness

It’s like climbing over the wall of longing

Meeting the stumbling footsteps of the old father

Late in the old house

The turbulent thoughts broke through my head

Overflowing my heart

Full moon and missing homesickness

Eyes filled with tears

My memory flies over fallen leaves

Forbearing pain.

A kind of concern

Write my father into my poetry

The simple living room and the old figure

In the vicissitudes of the old house

Staying alone and lonely

Autumn harvest and winter storage, birds chirping and flowers fragrant

The sadness that disturbs the wild geese flying away

The eyes looking into the distance are all It is boundless

A kind of emotion

Swaying the fragrance of rice flowers

Starlight, thoughts of bright tung flowers

Filling the poems of hometown with clear poetry

All wastes are being prospered, the soul is awakening

A bright smile is blooming

Father’s happy face after many vicissitudes

Memories of walking out of the dreamland, the waves of wheat rising and falling

Revealing the artistic conception of hometown

Lonely The heart is full of prosperity

Climb the high-rise buildings in the city

Sad, the mood at this time

And this season, flying in the sky

The grace of fallen leaves and falling snow

Complement each other

Use a bit of simple poetry

Sketch yourself, your hometown

Still in my poetry

The finishing touch of modern poems about nostalgia and objects 3

Moved to the South two years ago

Here is the neon flashing metropolis

I see a river of traffic every day

People rushing to and from work

There are so many people coming and going

But I don’t know anyone

Today I met a car from my hometown

Although we don’t know each other

There is a warm current flowing through my heart

My hometown In the far north country

There are lush grasses and cattle and sheep on the slopes in summer

The blue sky is filled with snow-white clouds

The forests are dense and birds are singing

The dark land is full of fruits

The waves of wheat roll like waves in the ocean

The highway passes at the foot of the mountain behind my house

The car travels like the wind and lightning

A clear river flows in front of the door

The waves are rising like singing

The white sails are drifting like a flock of geese

Steamboat racing

Barges line up like trains

The peaks are towering and pierced by clouds

Aircrafts must go around here

Elks pass by on the hillside

Build birdhouses on cliffs

Billions of flowers bloom in spring

Hericium mushrooms grow in the woods in summer

Beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers

The life of the people in my hometown is booming

The mountains of my hometown and the river of my hometown

You will always be in my heart Nostalgia Modern Poetry 4

Rain and snow are flying in the cold winter months

Staring at the birds returning to their nests

An unspeakable feeling wells up in my heart again

It is so sincere again Qie

The cold air is filled with an increasingly strong flavor of the New Year

The train going away cannot carry the nostalgia accumulated by the tourists

Mysterious Xinjiang

In this hot land in the northwest

It is already the fifth spring and summer

Whether it is beautiful mountains and clear waters

or poor mountains and rivers

I am very concerned

Which wanderer does not want to return

Who goes out and does not want to go back

People are at home outside

To break out of a world

There are many alternatives

In every morning when the warm sun rises

Hometown

I love you

Still deeply affectionate and nostalgic modern poetry 5

"Orange"

Spreads the friendship of Orange Township,

From the blooming of orange flowers Season,

The soul of poetry exuding a delicate fragrance,

The love rolling over the green leaves,

The garden filled with hope,

From the green The pear swells in circles,

The butterflies and cicadas sing through the summer,

Thunder and lightning strike, wind and rain dew,

Marking the scars of the years ,

Hung with a blush of shyness,

Coming from the sour pain,

Facing the crystal clear and bright morning dew,

Toward the orange ripe sweetness.

《Lotus》

Reporting curious inquiry,

To understand the ignorant Walking towards the stranger,

Opening the title page with novelty,

Turning over the old poems.

The soil under your feet is clear,

The sharp dreams stand out,

The smiling face blooms like a flower.

There is no charming charm,

Only one plate of green is enough to dye a whole summer,

Use the fragrance of lotus to breed the nobility of lotus,

Understand life from the Zen Heart and Bodhisattva,

Enjoy life from poverty and elegance,

What you absorb is the nutrients from the mud,

What is open is the holy heart and true feelings.

《Pomegranate》

The frail body is full of sharpness,

From the winter frost The ice and snow are coming,

A tree has broken green leaf buds,

To support the red season,

The bees are flying and the butterflies are singing!

Be unrestrained and enthusiastic in the heat,

The dream of flying is hung with butterfly wings,

I am pregnant with crystal pearls,

Also Don’t forget the beauty and beauty everywhere,

Keep the sweetness given by the sun,

Lock deep in your simple heart.

Only opened for sincere visits,

A beauty that always smiles.

"Hope, Autumn Rain"

Boom, is it the boom of thunder?

A group of dark clouds staggered from the south,

It was blurred under the white clouds and blue sky.

The flowing fire was washed away by the wind and gradually cooled down.

Autumn finally couldn't bear the hot moxibustion.

It became furious and a rain hung in the air.

As the thunder gradually faded away, the clouds and mist dispersed,

The rain finally did not fall, but turned into steam,

The heat slightly reduced the sharp and violent energy,

The overbearing sharp thorn has been restored,

Heat, all the energy is gathered in the Han land,

The Han (sweat) water is churning with the fragrance of rice and fish.

《Love You, Women's Volleyball》

At night, the silk is flowing,

Such as The song is like an autumn rain,

Hitting the majestic Han River,

As the women's volleyball team won the gold medal in the Rio Olympics,

Hanzhong, finally Ushering in a sweet rain,

This is a moistening of the soul,

Autumn rain, with you, life will not decline,

Women's volleyball team, with you, China Undefeated,

The spirit of the women's volleyball team is the soul of China,

A night rain is the nectar of Hanzhong people,

God, you have not forgotten Hanzhong,

World, you have seen China.

Love you, women’s volleyball team!

The spirit of unity, advancement and unyielding,

The Chinese people are always proud!

Yan wrote on 20xx.8.21 pm to 22 am, Hanzhong Nostalgic Modern Poetry 6

After years of ups and downs

What is still unforgettable are the years in my hometown

The small river flowing behind the village

It always flows so gurglingly

It is always so clear

Washing and irrigating Vegetables

There are also fruits that the little playmates can’t forget

Countless ducks and geese are grazing

The sounds of the sounds echo from time to time. The shouts

There are ravines that record my childhood

There are endless childhood joys there

Weeping willows on both sides of the bank

Summer The sun is always so green

Swaying in the breeze

It becomes a song of childhood

The long-lasting sound of the willow flute

Traversing the vicissitudes of both sides of the Taiwan Strait

The rhythm of the small bridge and flowing water

The willow leaves flying with my companions and me

Those childhood memories

Become my unchanging complex throughout the years

The bright moon in my hometown

It is as round as the amber in my dream

There is My childhood obsession

The hazy horror in grandma’s ghost story

Grandpa lamented the bitterness of life

I had no idea that life was difficult.

Still the hide-and-seek chase under the clear light

The joy of endorsing the book lingering in the smoke cage

And the longing for the dream at that time

Still vividly dripping under my eyelashes

My hometown is a song

There sings the youthfulness of my childhood

My hometown is a bright moon

My childhood dreams hang there

My hometown is a poem

My childhood memories are chanted there

Hometown is a mountain

My hometown is a river, where my unforgettable memories flow.

My hometown is a river. Nostalgic Modern Poetry 7

Countless words from my hometown have been missing you for so long

My eyes stare at you and my past and present life

After many years, the beautiful mountain village is still the same

The scenery in the dream is imprinted on the soul

When I was a child, I held the slender hand of the path

I caressed the breeze towards the clouds in the sky

You will also admire my infatuation actually sitting there

The top of the mountain is very close to the clouds and falling

It is enough for you to pick off all her dances

The purple wildflowers in spring are hiding under your feet and laughing

Pulling them up one by one, but I heard her say it hurts very much

You should understand when you wake up from a dream in childhood The true love

The river in Qingxia is also acting coquettishly in your arms

The fish’s eyes are hidden in the pebbles mischievously

Watching to test whether you can catch it See its figure

The green mountain peaks in autumn and the ripe mountain red are your most beautiful paintings

The home in the mountains and the fullness of the fruits write happiness on your waist

Those famous green kings of wild vegetables are plump in the chest of their hometown

The white villages in winter are soaked in the warmth of the ice hangings under the eaves of the house

Tears falling while bargaining with the sun It’s its torn clothes

On the snow sledge, you move forward cautiously on the snow-covered roadbed

Your hometown is the story of your childhood world all year round. I feel homesick. At that time

I would naturally walk in and wrap myself in her clothes and smell the fragrance of milk

I was moved again and again and woke up again and again to understand my hometown

I have never been far away from the names carved in the years that linger with me in this life