Just because I'm not from my hometown doesn't mean I don't understand.
I won't be flustered when the moon rises.
I will not weave my sadness into a net.
Put your heart in the moon.
Shine on the well in my hometown every night.
Listen to the sound of water in the country.
I won't feel sad when it snows at dusk.
I will not turn my thoughts into tears.
Drop your love on the snowflake.
Ask the cold wind for a sweet wintersweet.
Let it return to its hometown with tearful snowflakes.
I won't cry.
I don't want to see through the night and see the dawn of my hometown.
I won't go crazy.
I don't want the clear clouds in my hometown to drink moonlight.
But I don't understand either
Homesickness. Homesickness.
I don't know how many quiet and beautiful nights there are.
How many people cling to loneliness?
I filled you with my eyes.
Drink it into your stomach
Appreciate the unbearable yearning.
2. My homesickness
Late autumn, a cold tear.
Soak hard soil
The old locust tree next to the village
Hold the wings of memory
Wisps of smoke from the kitchen.
Stick to the earthen house and find the story of the past
On the wall, there is a cigarette rod hanging.
In the corner of the bed, the glasses are old.
The old mother grabbed a bowl of pickles.
Chew a sour life.
My father dug the spring.
Drown his glory.
green bristlegrass
It's dark without asking.
Don't abandon loess
Wait until you give in.
The wind blows and the rain laughs
Do not change appearance.
Begging for mercy is not my intention.
Wagging one's tail shows sincere feelings.
3. Nostalgia of wine
What to commemorate you with?
With deep feelings over the years
Border town
Nostalgia for the taste of wine
Stroll in the autumn night
Like Yanghe walking in the wine town.
Lanse classic packaging
Hiding beautiful sadness
I am from Siyang.
Yanghe Daqu is my nursery rhyme.
Just like Elliot.
With the feelings of Ili people
This wine tastes of Yanghe.
Gradually became a classic memory.
Elliot.
Become a new song I sing.
Yining in this autumn night
Like two bottles of wine on the table.
A bottle full of homesickness.
A bottle is full of love.
4. Homesickness
For so many years, my Qiannan, my hometown.
This has been bothering me.
To the south are the karst mountains that are in close contact with the clouds.
For thousands of years.
Sweet dew, mountain spring and intoxicating sweet dew.
Xiaomi wine
Grandma poured bowl after bowl for her son.
That year, I finished. run away from home
All the way east. Grandma once said: that's where the sun never sets.
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. Son, don't look back.
But, grandma, my grandma
Why is there a kind of piccolo homesickness hidden in every cheerful song?
Singing, those who crawl in Cangyang Jiacuo's poems are carefree.
The clear spirit in the bell of Lingyin Temple
Melancholy, hesitation, confusion
Slowly disperse
And the rickety figure on the other side of the mountain is getting shorter and shorter.
Climbing clouds, please walk slowly.
Let me pour a glass of man's ambition and warm homesickness.
Take it home quickly.
Grandma, you will be in front of that old loom at this time.
Brocade, miss one horse after another?
5. Homesickness
The lamp in front of mother
It is always bright in the window of the old house in my hometown.
It's always in my mind.
Mother sat on the kang to mend old clothes.
Mend my childhood, sew and sew.
Sew my perfect primary school.
Make up my excellent middle school.
Sew me away from the canyon with a needle and a thread
Mother's wrinkled forehead is a piece.
Clothes full of vicissitudes that can't be mended.
Today, the light is still on.
The window of the old house wall in my hometown
It always shines in my mind.
Mother sat on the kang.
No more threading
But pinch your fingers on the stars and the moon
When will the flying swallows return to their nests?
The lamp in the old house in my hometown
Is my eternal homesickness.