Home is your cradle.
Here's mom's arm.
This is dad's shoulder.
When my son grows up,
Home is your paradise.
Here is dad's dream.
This is mom's smiling face.
When my son was studying,
Home is your harbor.
There is a mother waiting here.
Here is a father's expectation.
When my son joined the army,
Home is your sail.
My father still has hope here.
Here is a mother's wish.
When my son was on patrol
Home is your peace.
There is my father's worry here.
There are mother's thoughts here.
When my son made meritorious service,
Home is your circle of friends.
The following is my father's comment.
This is my mother's compliment.
When my son left home,
My parents' hearts also moved.
There is still a long way to go with my son.
Accompany one's son to defend his country.
Modern Poetry: Home 2 I love my hometown,
Young Yellowstone National Park is really beautiful,
There are beautiful mountains here,
There is moist water here;
The mountains of Yellowstone National Park,
Not as high as Mount Tai,
But it has a miracle of a national mine park.
The river of Yellowstone,
Not as spectacular as the Yellow River,
But it has the beauty of the Yangtze River;
The land of Yellowstone National Park,
Without the tranquility of Hulunbeier grassland,
However, it has a reputation as a copper capital and cannot be slandered;
Lakes in Yellowstone National Park,
Without the legend of the West Lake,
But there is a unique magnet that adds beauty to it;
The streets of Yellowstone National Park,
Not as famous as the Confucius Temple in Nanjing,
However, Sanli Huangshi Avenue is surrounded by water;
The floodplain of Huangshi,
Not as famous as Shanghai Bund at home and abroad,
However, it is comparable to Shenzhongying Jiangtan Park;
Temples in Yellowstone National Park,
Not as mysterious as Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou,
However, there is the Orient Mountain Zen Temple that will last for thousands of years;
Parks in Yellowstone National Park,
Without the legend of Yuexiu Park in Guangzhou,
However, there are beautiful women sleeping beautifully in Tuanchengshan Park;
Huangshi famous brand,
Without Pierre Cardin's fame and domineering,
However, there are beautiful suits exported to Europe and America;
The place name of Huangshi,
Not as famous as Shanghai Chenghuang Temple,
But there are funny Jitoushan, oxtail and Majiazui;
Huangshi's specialty,
Unlike Beijing roast duck, it intoxicated the taste buds.
However, there are Huangshi port cakes, which makes people regret not eating them;
The stadium in Yellowstone National Park,
Not as famous as the Beijing Olympic Village,
However, there is a national table tennis base where world champions sweat profusely;
The square in Huangshi;
Not as spectacular as Tiananmen Square,
But there is the People's Square, which is surrounded by mountains and waters.
Huangshi's industry,
Not as long as Shanghai Changfa Machinery Factory,
But there are rails laid by Zhang Zhidong in a hundred years of steelmaking;
Monument to Yellowstone National Park,
Not as famous as Battle of Red Cliffs,
But there are traces of the ancient battlefield of the fortress of Cisse Mountain;
I love my hometown,
Find the number of times it wakes up in a dream;
I am intoxicated by the mountains and rivers of Huangshi,
Love its poetic and unique connotation beauty even more!
Modern poetry: home calendar 3 times
The last few countdown.
The rhythm of the Spring Festival
Quietly came to people's side
Wandering in the distance
Driving on the way home
Like a yacht crossing the ocean.
Departure and return
The whistle is harsh.
The motor beeps.
A full year's harvest
Shoulder the expectations of your family.
Take a quick step
Carrying a heavy bag
hard work
Changes of struggle
And the bumpy fatigue of the journey
Have long been forgotten
The beauty of the roadside is accompanied by shadows.
The scenery outside the window is unintentional.
The outside world is wonderful.
Eager to return home.
I can't wait to put my wings on.
Come to the person you love in an instant.
Wade through a raging river.
Cross the ridge
Old Yan flew to the east and finally returned home.
Wandering around and returning to China happily.
Only excitement
No sadness
have a nice trip
safe and sound
Hear a kind voice.
I saw the familiar village.
Dogs wag their tails and make out.
Magpies sing heartily.
The family is eager to see it.
Tears welled up in confused eyes.
There are thousands of words.
It's hard to tell a wandering heart
After a long separation from my hometown.
Thanks to my family.
Polite, my parents.
Modern Poetry: The less you go home, the more you miss it.
Nostalgia-A Word Behind the Times
Like a countryman
Go to town like a countryman.
Use imagination to color things that are getting blurred.
I miss my hometown, but I don't want to
Let it precipitate the memory of ordinary people.
I only miss that part of my hometown: from Nanling.
From Liuxing Bridge to Beihe River.
To the Violet Factory (during the Chinese New Year, a few days?
Uncle Ben also went here and said there.
There is the ancestral grave of my hometown)
I only miss the morning when my mother was carrying water.
Hometown, handmade pancakes, zongzi, moon cakes.
In my hometown, the old farmer in the orchard drove away the children who stole peaches.
My hometown
I only miss my hometown.
There, "hometown" consists of one word.
It has become a land separated by national highways.
And a man pulling a trailer. at present
When I write, I miss my hometown.
The trailer puller has stopped working.
Like a machine.
Like a machine returning to the factory for maintenance.
Waiting for rebirth
I always feel exactly about myself-
"In order to write an outdated poem.
This machine, together with nostalgia, has been overhauled for a whole year. "
Modern Poetry: Home 5 The sunshine is fragrant and the years are quiet.
We unloaded the wind and rain at the port.
hilltop
Poem collection "Wings of Zhang Kaifeng"
Handling and lifting distance
In your rich inland
The grass was covered with dust.
Scattered into a whirlpool of words
Seven-year-old has no eyes.
Grazing carefree clouds
The beauty of dreams
Fill the starry sky of childhood with prayers.
In the high heaven, we bathe.
Sing softly like nature.
On the temple surrounded by love
We recited poems in the breeze.
Raise the torch of our ancestors and illuminate the history books.
Put every loud word
All flow into the mother river
Children are endless.
Inherit ancient homesickness
Castle peak in the distance
We came to you out of piety.
Looking up at your child at zero altitude.
It's like watching a spiritual highland.
On both sides of the Yangtze River
The grass continued to sing.
Sing the blue enlightenment in the world of mortals
One day, listening to mountains and rivers.
We sing innocence in a beautiful way.
-There are so many beauties in Jiangshan.
Modern poetry: people far from home,
Eager to see my hometown people,
Kindness and calmness,
Just like in my hometown,
That feeling,
Warm, warm,
Really depressed,
I like to know people from my hometown.
I have been away for many years,
Still homesick,
Homesick,
Listening to the familiar local accent,
Intoxicated,
Listening to the long-lost local accent,
Dear,
My hometown has a strong plot.
People who know my hometown,
This is fate, this is sharing,
Let's meet in a foreign land,
* * * Recalling the mountains in my hometown,
* * * The water in my hometown,
People from my hometown?
There are many words,
I want to talk to you.
People from my hometown! ,
Being out alone,
Hard work is not easy,
After all the hardships,
Just thinking about you,
Hometown-hometown,
What a kind name,
Life is richer because of you.
Beautiful hometown water,
Whether you are close to your family or not,
What's the smell of water?
Sweet,
What is a person?
People are happy,
Hometown-Hometown, call it good,
This is what happens when you meet an old friend in another country.
People have long said,
See fellow villagers,
Tears welled up in my eyes,
Is it?
More than two eyes,
It's everywhere,
The blood is boiling,
The excitement is beyond words.
Modern Poetry: Home Page 7 published a speech about winter vacation in an ostentatious way.
Mr. B is also basking in the happiness of going home before New Year's Day.
The calm Fu Teachers College is still rock-solid and sticks to the school calendar.
New Year's Day is nearly two weeks away.
Let me wait for how to calm down
Homesick, homesick
Suddenly a little confused.
What is home?
It's where parents and relatives are.
This is a healthy and delicious meal.
It is the seat of the ancestral tribe.
Or is it a witness to our growth?
That's it, that's it.
I really can't answer it.
Simply perfunctory yourself.
Oh! Where love lies is home.
face south
Memories with a smile
I used to hope so.
Leave my hometown
Go to that great university.
Pursue distant dreams
appreciate
The golden sun in the university
But what I see now
But it is a yellow leaf in winter.
There is a thick layer of silver winter frost on it.
Once a dream, once me.
With the simplicity brought by my hometown.
Set foot on this strange land
School, teachers, friends
Everything is unknown.
Dreams are always beautiful and clear.
That we always feel that they are so far away.
Slowly discovered.
It's just the distance generated by reality.
With growth
This seems to be a gradual change.
From green to mature
From fantasy to reality
However, I know in my heart.
It's just that the dream standard drops again and again.
When dreams fly away
We are just homesick.
Missing is a long and endless yearning.
I've been through so much. Right and wrong.
I suddenly realized that there will be unforgettable cold in my home this season.
It is the same. Winter frost wrapped in silver is everywhere, right?
Time is running out.
We can't go home often.
First, study.
Then work.
Most of them are unknown marriages.
Very long, very long, finely divided, carrying her daughter home.
Yes! Is there anything worth remembering?
Every time I go home, my parents always receive me kindly.
As if we were guests from afar.
Why not?
Calculate carefully
This winter vacation is less than a month.
A passer-by is a passer-by after all and will leave in a few days.
However, why are you still simple and stubborn?
Oh! In the lost years.
It is a bit comparable to the beauty of my hometown.
Looking up, I suddenly found out
The college is cold when you are homesick.
Outside the dormitory, the cold wind and the tearing sound of windows
Yelling makes me breathless.
Modern Poetry: Home is still smiling at dawn in August.
Cooking smoke is like a silk scarf, blown by the morning breeze.
Singing in the trees the bird.
There are so many stupid birds that can't fly.
Do not want to sleep, get up early.
For myself, for fitness.
Led by a man in a red crown.
Start practicing morning exercises.
Muttering while walking.
Heading for the mountains, the goal is the grassland.
Dozens of brothers and sisters
Seize the land of feng shui
Colorful, especially dazzling.
Black, white and Bordeaux.
This is not cloth, but it is cut into their master's clothes.
They are happy to report their achievements to the leader.
I pecked a grasshopper.
I have a cold.
I ate an ant.
I don't like biology. I only choose young grass and sand.
The host finally brought dinner.
The sun is slowly sinking into the ground.
Go back to the nest to rest when you are full.
Get up early as usual tomorrow
The days are getting better every day.
Time-talking to you
Talking to you through time and space, dear
You are the daughter of Wood, and I am you.
Gradually dig out the empty city
Time puts you in my heart, mine.
Eyebrows are a wonderful experience for you.
The accumulation of time, when you are old.
Crossing the sad river, your footprints have been
Store too much emotion for ...
Flowers bloom and fall, and your crown is me.
Half-life displacement, let alone flowering.
Because I am missed in a string, hanging in your distance.
You can call it a wind chime.
You will come back after the inner lake ripples gently.
Be quiet, just like I'm sitting at the window.
Hold fast to the wind and blow it to dust.
Rain lane, stone
Hometown, a deep and lonely rain lane.
Gu Huai, tears drop by drop, sliding down. Memories on the stone road
When I hit it, I cried like I cried. The wind beat the grass.
A skinny sheep, stepping on the cold wind.
Approaching the old house, looking for the power in my father's eyes.
Frost leaves hurt by raindrops cry in silence.
Through a deep wound.
There is no need to escape. Walking season
Radish, green vegetables, sweet potatoes, in an acre of barren land.
Stand up. The stones in the rain lane look heavy.
Looking at the spring of the old tree. Worry, never sad.
Mom, open the morning window.
Father, the broad eyes after the snow, income from the bottom of my heart.
The wind blowing from a distance awakened the sleeping winter.
Text/Liu Ba What do you want in life?
My time is the most fascinating.
Surrounded by small villages and green hills.
Qingliu sings all the way.
Swing on the back of buffalo when I was a child.
Enter school happily.
Facing brand-new textbooks
A pair of small eyes twinkled with confusion.
Can't resist the attractive book fragrance.
Try to get rid of the wildness of country babies.
Pay attention to the teacher's speech on the stage.
Gradually know how to squeeze out happy time from the sponge.
Time is money.
Embrace my time.
Make rice paper with heart
Use words as brushes.
Draw the most charming goodness of human nature
20xx. 10.26
Unfinished love
You are the love of my life.
My heart lake planted a season of lotus flowers for you.
Falling in love with you, waiting to see the rotation of the sun and moon day after day.
But you and Chunfeng are walking in the garden.
In the season when flowers are in full bloom, I am in tears.
Past lives's meeting was arranged by heaven.
Love a distant figure alone in the world of mortals.
Wholeheartedly guard that belated grace.
A person has a sweet aftertaste, and there is an old face in his thoughts.
I am quietly thinking about the size of your body.
Laughing literary talent reappeared in front of my eyes.
Once showed me a beautiful picture in the ocean of love.
Love deeply, surprised that geese fly south.
That excessive sweetness was blown away by the ruthless autumn wind.
Literati, a string of love poems
I only miss you, deep in the ocean.
Stroking the lyre in my dream is also a deep sorrow.
I can't help it The love that torments me is deep or shallow.
Playing without revealing the true feelings, the lack of a full moon is just a dream.
The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, but I can't miss you.
Come and go in a hurry, it was a beautiful moment.
Those warm words are lies.
I have no choice but to love that person deeply. I am an idiot.
Text/Queen
Honey, run.
Honey, run.
When the blown hair is no longer blown by the breeze
When the slender legs are no longer "electric switches"
When an elegant person dies.
Nothing can be done.
So, honey, run.
Let sweat spread all over the earth
Let the wind blow.
Let the blue sky be your backing.
Let thorns and weeds leave traces of your exploration.
Let the road leave your footprints.
Leiyuxia
Even if you are soaked through.
But it is also the joy of youth.
Smile in the sun
Run in the wind and rain
Honey, run.
That will be your wonderful past.
This will be a unique ornament.
Run! Honey, I have always supported you.
Modern Poetry: Home is humming a childhood song.
Thinking about first love.
It's always when you're lost.
I remembered the road to my hometown.
The road in my hometown
Full of memories.
We spent our childhood there.
Remember both sides of the road.
Trees and big banyan trees planted near the campus.
Are there many kind families on both sides of the road now?
sometimes
We also don't forget to look back.
Look back at the road.
Now the city surrounds us.
Will we be as prosperous as other cities one day?
Can neon lights light up the whole village at night?
The village where we lived as children.
At that time, there were not so many people and there were no neon lights at night.
But at that time, we were so carefree
Look back when you grow up.
The road in my hometown has also changed a little.
Every door is paved with snow-white cement roads.
Go home occasionally.
I can still hear the sound of Aunt Zhang bickering with her husband next door.
Year after year, day after day.
We have experienced the changes of the times.
When can I feel the way home?
At that time,
Always staring at the sky when no one is around.
Can we change our habits now?
Although this city surrounds us now.
But when will the hometown road become the main road of the city?
Oh, there are too many roads in my hometown.
Recorded our childhood.
Oh, the people in my hometown are really nice.
Including everything we have.
My father taught me when I was a child.
Be a useful person after long hair.
But who can really understand?
The road to our hometown is our last road.
Oh, the way home,
Recorded everything about us!
Modern poetry: home 10 1, homeless
Ever since that businessman negotiated
I am homeless.
keep in mind
I asked around with a big black leather bag in my hand.
It is said to be a real estate agent.
Come here for half a month.
They destroyed the forest.
I've been wandering ever since.
Fly high into the sky and spin in circles.
I am a bird.
I am homeless.
You know, in order to seek asylum
Day and night, I tried to climb high in the sky.
Staring silently, crying secretly, shouting silently
The efforts made.
Forklifts, cranes, they were buried mercilessly.
A hoarse throat
Finally, I couldn't shout for help.
Get up the strength to climb again and again.
But this climb, I dare not look back.
Ah, high-rise buildings, chasing my footsteps.
"Man struggles upwards; Stand tall and see far. "
What about me? The end of my life
I have no way out.
They don't understand the dilemma of all this.
Only poor children and companions—
Crying to go home
The logistics center has already exceeded my imagination.
Twenty-story high-rise building
I counted 540 days.
Finally, aim at my throat.
Can I look back?
2. Logistics Center
There is a forest.
Our happiness
Birds collect happiness there.
Used to be happy.
There are farmers' songs.
Piccolo and a shepherd boy
Now, we are building a logistics center.
-moved.
Look at the yellow sand rolling.
Doesn't your eye hurt?
Wandering bird
Staring at the sky alone
I also want to ask you.
There is dust everywhere.
Can you bear to see it?
over there
Farmers used to live there.
over there
There used to be an enterprise factory.
over there
Once upon a time there was a small forest.
What will 2 1 century look like?
Dry skin, like a blooming flower.