Under the full moon
Yu Guangzhong
Moonlight on the ground,
Nobody cleaned it,
Then fold a Zhang Kuo lotus leaf,
Go back wrapped in moonlight,
Looking back, I fell into the Tang poetry.
Flat,
Like crushed acacia ...
Moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves.
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
homesickness
This is your childhood dream.
at present
You live in a room with heating.
I have long forgotten my childhood friends.
A noisy city
Crowded building
Please leave for your hometown.
homesickness
I really want to go back to my hometown.
Face the loess and face the morning sun.
You certainly don't want to
Let's stop appreciating poetry.
Really do something for the old people.
Daoxiang season
A heavy dream
Hanging in a vast field
A fragrant breeze
Blow away the farmhouse
That infatuation
Dreams are not lingering.
In the festive atmosphere
Qicai jinbo
Swing in the arms of the water town
People drink thousands of glasses of wine.
Right here-
When fertile land is thousands of miles away.
Wangxiangtai
Boarding Wangxiangtai
Walk at the foot of many mountains
Look at a cloud in the sky.
The wind brought the local accent.
There is no Lin Tao around.
The mountain road is curved and narrow.
There is only one way to my hometown.
Zhitong Wang Xiangtai
Look at the mountains and water in my hometown.
Look at the willow and locust trees in my hometown.
And the pine trees at home.
Like my grandmother.
Thousands of miles away from home
It's been years.
Homesickness will never retreat.
Always come to Wangxiangtai every year.
homesickness
When the bell of dawn strikes
Woke up a sleeping dream
Dream? Maybe it's a dream of homesickness.
Spring breeze and autumn wind
It was yesterday's parting that sent him away.
Beauty of melody
What I can't give up is my motherland.
Wind and rain turn into tiny water drops.
Follow the footsteps of the wind
Rooted in lingering feelings
Willow branches and leaves are whispering.
Hometown, are you okay?
Shuttle between the stars and the moon
In my heart, I always miss my hometown.