oh
Wind; timebomb
That fallen leaf
Mediate the fall like a wounded bird.
A calm lake
I'm in a dream.
That fallen leaf
Fall gently
I dream like a mirror.
The fallen leaves in my dream
Full of childhood happiness and happiness.
Pick up fallen leaves
I was surprised to find that
He was blown away by the autumn wind that disappeared.
With a thick layer of calluses
also
How many years of vicissitudes have been buried there?
That fallen leaf
Fall gently
My lonely heart
That's a
Leaves full of homesickness
It's falling.
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Poetic Walk * Modern
homesickness
one
The way home
Winding under one's feet
But it's lost.
The courage to move forward
Where is the township pass?
Where is the Xiang Pavilion?
two
foreign country/land
Bao Qing drinks are cold.
foreign country/land
The night is long and cold, and the dream is shocking.
In other countries
Cai Xiao Garden with a long door.
Yes/yes
Cabbage, radish, tomato
three
Sunset at the entrance of the village
Slow down
Is to miss the exotic sky.
remain to be
Old mother's crutch is up.
Look forward, look forward ...
The old mother lit it again.
Dim oil lamp
Homesickness is just a wound.
The cold wind of winter is playing again.
Nostalgia is getting higher and higher.
At this point, you will remember
The whole life in the mountain village
The sunshine in March in Yangchun
Lazily rummaging through the clothes on the ground
The first light green
Dew to light the dawn
And undulating rural edges.
No time to savor.
Pears and apricots are all over the mountain.
And childhood memories.
The whole laundry list is piled in the whole laundry list.
In the folding of memory
Let you relive your life
You are far from home.
At this time of year, it is always necessary
Pour out homesickness
The waves of a foreign river stopped on his head.
Wet dream woke up.
Let the grass grow outside the window and the warblers fly.
Pretend that what you care about
Indulge in homesickness
There are a few strands of bitterness floating.
A few wisps of sweet and sour
Looking back on my hometown
A stronger one.
You finally swallowed it.
No sooner had I tasted it than my homesickness came out.
This is just a wound.
The pain has long since disappeared.
I just miss you more and more.
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homesickness
Homesickness is a feeling.
At night
My heart will hurt inexplicably.
As numb as a bee.
The moon streaked across the branches.
Hang your mind on the treetops.
Walking in the evening breeze
use liquor to smooth over the rough edges of life
I only read Li Bai's
Bright moonlight in front of the window
The river in my hometown.
Flash in a dream
I am by the river.
Hold the hand of moonlight