There are 1 prose poems at home.
In our hearts
There is always such a place.
Let's think about this problem day and night.
Wherever we go.
one day
We will still go back there.
That's our home.
home
It is the harbor of our life.
It is a paradise for us to live in.
over there
Have a wonderful childhood.
These are our dearest parents.
Jiamenwai
There's always another light.
That's because mom is afraid that we can't find our way home.
Just installed this lamp.
Let's go home by the light in the dark.
That's because mom is afraid that we can't find the way forward.
Just installed this lamp.
When you are confused, just follow the light.
That's because mom is afraid that we will go the wrong way.
Just installed this lamp.
Let's get lost.
When you are tired, you think of home.
Tired, let's go.
I feel homesick when I am tired.
Exhausted, disappear
home
Give us warmth.
Laugh for us
The prose poem of "Home" 2 Old Well
In the faint morning light
Open your lonely eyes
Thick hemp rope is like a vine.
In the silence of the years
The water of time is clear as a mirror.
Reflect some quiet smiles
Nomura dialect, smashing clothes in the pestle.
Run away like ink
The first laugh
Wet the beautiful crow by the well.
Wearing moss, old well
Lying peacefully in the picture of the years
Prose Poems of Home 3 Hometown
The earth walls spread out the palm prints of fate in the wind.
Mao Yan emits lavender kitchen smoke.
Partridge phrase, soak the roof in the sun.
The paper-covered west window is full of chrysanthemum fragrance.
The gourd hangs on the south wall, as beautiful as a wind chime.
The woman who came out of the hedge is very tender.
A bamboo basket surrounded by a right arm.
Full of troubles of four seasons.
Pick up a handful of dirt
Can't hold the boundless vastness
A lifetime of wind and rain! Five
Let a flying bird
The whole spring
Can't fly out of this house.
The prose poem "Home" gave birth to a girl in April.
A handful of clear water
Wash away your own shadow
Hair is like the wind
Behind him is the feeling of lotus.
In fact, a leaf hides you.
A beautiful corpse turned into a flower god.
Borrow an orchid boat
Go to pick ling, go to pick lotus.
Be bewitched by a beautiful legend
Dreams become water or butterflies.
The fragrance twined around the fingers.
Fireflies wander at night.
What mood should I use?
Pick songs in the wind
It falls like a star.
Is it Lian?
Prose poem 5 "The Road to Hometown" in Home
The road home is always uneven.
Hometown road
Will never disappear into nothingness
When the wind blows,
The road is silently guarding.
Protect this fertile land that you love deeply.
When the clouds are floating
The road is a silent blessing.
Bless this ambition that you have engraved in your heart.
The road in my hometown
Send the eternal thoughts in your heart from afar.
Hometown road
Guide you back to the country of joy
When you are happy and excited.
It drinks with you and makes you smile.
When you are depressed.
It relieves your sadness and makes you no longer lonely.
Hometown road
More special than the highway.
It's more blurred than the railway.
More familiar than strangers.
People walking on it get in and out of the clutch.
People who walk on it are sad, happy and bitter.
Face the bullet
An iron wall is no match for the guardian's blessing.
Facing the red light and green wine
Tall buildings are not as good as homesickness.
Hometown road
Going home is never smooth sailing.
Hometown road
Will never disappear into nothingness
As long as you are willing to wake up
It will wait for you to caress.
Touch lonely skin
Feel the sadness of waiting
Hometown road
It makes people feel comfortable and fresh.