Hold my lonely heart
Close your eyes, my dream
Always floating to the Woods in my hometown.
I'm nervous,
Grab the skirt
But I can't remember it at once
Touch the door of home
And dreams.
A long-lost father and mother
done
Have a rest against the gate.
With a smile and gratitude
Go to the person closest to you.
Experience too much
Too many feelings
Keep running.
Continue to fight
Laughter and tears
Still faintly visible.
Only miss and love.
in my heart forever
Everything can be abandoned.
Can be forgotten
But never.
forget one's past suffering
I am in the long river of years
Brave forward
Have been waiting
Happiness comes / arrives
......
"Hometown" Modern Poetry 2 Spacious and straight streets
Neat and orderly alleys
alterative
head
Dui hometown
bent
coarse
memory
Childhood partners
at present
Has become a suit and tie
When they saw me,
That faint greeting
draw back
Between us
The distance of the heart
And that innocent friendship.
have no alternative but to
In the past few years,
Liu Dili
It is ringing in the air.
Walking in the street
Groups of children
I rushed over.
When you see me,
Give a strange look.
Suddenly,
When I go home
That kind of happy mood
Turned into a wisp of sadness.
My hometown in my heart
From this time on.
Only in dreams
Gently heal the wound I missed.
Into the house
Or the old house
Or that yard
The yard is still the old jujube tree.
Until the white-haired old mother and father
appear
Hear their laughter and voices.
I just think
I blend in myself.
The man troubled by dreams
hometown
Modern poem 3 of "Hometown" entered the hometown, bitter and bitter.
A silent river lingers in a melancholy river.
Knock on my heart deeply
Hyacinthus orientalis at sunset was blown dry by the wind.
I sigh at the wilderness.
I can't find my childhood dream.
My companion called me many times to tell me.
hometown
Space is white and I can't see clearly.
Today's hometown land
I can't find my brother and lose the magnificence of wine.
I can't see my sisters, only tenderness is still hanging on the wall.
The oak tree at the head of the village and the threshing floor behind the village.
There are no more children playing and singing.
They, they are migrant workers.
I have been used to wandering in the city for many years.
Dai Yue, they are.
In the city, I always dream of cold.
Now I walk into my hometown.
Hometown, hometown, I call affectionately.
My words have lost their fragrance?
Looking at the sunset, the postal road is deserted.
I got rid of the melancholy mood.
Hometown, hometown, tonight
Can you give me another pair of childhood wings?
Modern Poem 4 of Hometown: Clean Stream
This is the pulse of the wanderer.
What flows is
A cavity of pure love, a cavity of love.
Childhood memories and
A lingering attachment
Melody of oratorio, harmonious beat
Send away the sunset and welcome the morning light.
Report on the rise and fall of small villages
year after year
Mountains and dense jungles.
You are at its feet.
Whispering day and night
Listen carefully.
Passion song: send me on my way
Melody after melody: eternal tenderness
That's sometimes confusing: it's to relieve your worries.
Or an implicit whisper
It makes people feel fresh, sweet and unforgettable.
How many storms have you walked through in the streams of your hometown?
After thousands of years of vicissitudes
Your blood remains the same, and your face remains the same.
Whether playing in your arms as a child.
Or hiding behind you?
Peeping at the veil girl, that kind.
Good memories will be sealed forever.
As far as I can remember,
The stream in my hometown
Hope all is well with you
Although I have been influenced by jazz music now.
Surround, love songs dance, cut into uniforms
I love your singing best.
Rippling nostalgia
Slowly flowing and lingering
Enough for a lifetime.
A strong local accent
"Hometown" Modern Poetry 5 Hometown,
Where are you?
You are in every vagrant's dream.
You come from the vast Wan Li,
The "noble courtyard" on the banks of the Yangtze River,
You are the pride and pride in my heart!
Your diaojiao building, where the clouds overlap,
Just like the "Tianjie" on Mount Tai,
Always rely on dreams to shine in your heart.
Your terraces smell of earth,
Like a braid tied to the forehead of a boudoir,
It remains in my childhood memory.
The long-flowing mountain stream in front of your village,
Just like the arteries all over your body,
It has been quietly flowing in my heart.
And the simple and amiable neighborhood,
Your happiness; Sadness; Joy; Sadness; Emotions and sorrows.
I always worry about it.
ah ......
I miss Sang Zi's hometown day and night,
You have been in my dream for a long time!
Tingyuxuan
Modern Poems of Hometown: The 6th Session
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
Those demonstrations were stupid.
My hometown, what was my past like?
My school is still full of books.
There are also children playing where they have played.
Or have you been as lonely as me?
time
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
Those handsome and strong
My hometown, what was my past like?
The old road is still full of people coming and going.
The old house where I lived still has neighbors laughing and laughing.
Or are you my age?
time
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
All that joy and singing.
My hometown, what was my past like?
The stream flowing into the village is still clear.
Butterflies are still flying in the pond in the field.
Or have you changed like me?
time
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
Those young people and pride.
My hometown, what was my past like?
The green hills near the village are still full of wind and rain.
The phoenix tree in front of the door is still nagging under the tree.
Still as rare as me?
time
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
Glory and hard work.
My hometown, what was my past like?
Beautiful local accent is still the communication between young and old.
Familiar villagers are still busy farming in the fields.
Or have you forgotten it like me?
Years have taken away my time.
Hometown, do you still have my past?
That unforgettable earthy smell.
"Hometown" Modern Poetry 7 The taste of hometown is the memory of childhood.
With the passage of time,
Slowly precipitate and become full.
No matter where you are,
You can rely on this warm breath,
Let a tired heart return to hometown.
The smell of hometown is the smoke from the kitchen chimney.
Every night,
Every family in the country exudes fragrant rice.
Filled with homesickness at dusk.
Take a deep breath,
You will indulge in the streets of your dreams.
The faint night sky is filled with the breath of hometown.
The bright moon.
As soon as you leave, the moon will leave,
You are in the street, the moon is in the street,
When you get home, the moon is at your door.
It was a kind of waiting like a shadow.
The taste of hometown is ripe wheat,
The smell of cooked corn,
And the smell of fried peanuts,
baked sweet potato ...
In the flavor of hometown,
It has the fragrance of earth and the fragrance of jujube flowers all over the trees.
Like in a hazy drizzle,
Walking on the path in the field,
Watching the lush crops thrive.
Step on the ground and take a deep breath. ...
The smell of earth in the air,
What a pleasant and comfortable mood!
The taste of hometown is still the old house when I was a child.
Although both parents are gone,
But it can leave their breath.
Seeing the familiar house,
As if my parents were right in front of me,
Everything in my eyes is so kind and natural.
The taste of hometown always gives people warmth and nostalgia.
Is the fragrance left by the years,
Eternity in memory, tranquility in time.
When you are in a bad mood, go to your hometown!
Listen to birds, smell dogs,
Talk to flowers and trees, and chat with neighbors.
All the flavor of hometown comes from the soul.
Whether it is strong or weak, bitter or salty,
It's all in the bones.
Only by washing away lead and Qian Fan can we understand,
Only after serious experience,
In order to taste the ups and downs.
Modern poem 8 of Hometown has gone through ups and downs.
What is unforgettable so far is those years in my hometown.
It flows through the river behind the village.
It always flows like that.
Always so clear
Washing clothes and irrigating vegetables
There are melons that little playmates can't forget.
Grazing countless ducks and geese
Shouts echoed in my ears from time to time.
There is a record of my childhood gully.
There are too many comforts for children, and I can't finish.
Weeping willows on both sides
Summer is always so green.
Swing in the breeze
Melodious into a childhood song.
The lingering sound of willow flute.
Vicissitudes across the Taiwan Strait
The rhythm of flowing water on a small bridge
Willow dances with me and my companions.
Those childhood memories
Become my eternal complex.
The bright moon in my hometown
Round as amber in a dream.
Have my childhood obsession.
The Hazy Surprise in Grandma's Ghost Story
Grandpa lamented the bitterness of life.
I don't know. Life is hard.
Qing Hui Li is still playing hide-and-seek pursuit.
The pleasure of endorsement books flowing through the smoke cage
And the dream at that time.
Still dripping under the eyelids
Hometown is a song
Singing my youth there.
My hometown is a bright moon.
This is my childhood dream, huh?
Hometown is a poem
There, I sang about my level of growth.
My hometown is a mountain.
This is my lingering happiness.
My hometown is a river.
There are unforgettable years that I can't forget.
My hometown is my dream.
Home is our eternal concern,
Wandering vagrants,
Often I can only return to my hometown in my dreams.
Dreaming about it,
Just look for her in your dream. ......
My hometown is my dream,
Home is everyone's home,
Is our last refuge,
Leaves fall to the roots,
We can't live without it after all,
Can't escape. ......
My hometown is my dream,
Home is the place where we always want to escape.
I remember when I was a child,
We always want to hang out,
Always think that home is a bondage,
But is this really the case?
My hometown is my dream,
Walking on the road of life,
We have been tired, hurt, cried and laughed.
After years of tempering,
Endure the tempering of wind and rain,
We are happy, stupid, proud and lost,
At that time, what did home mean to us? ......
My hometown is my dream,
Home is an unforgettable memory for each of us.
She's like our first love,
Although I was ignorant when I was a child,
Although I am young and frivolous,
However, the memory of home is the most unforgettable brand. ......
My hometown is my dream,
Home is the first place where I began to receive education.
Parents and parents are our first teachers.
Father always scolds us severely,
Resentment that we often fail to meet expectations,
Mother always has a kind face,
Moisturizes us silently with her love,
Take care of us. ......
My hometown is my dream,
Home is my dream buffer,
Is the last harbor in my life,
Through the storm,
Hard-working,
We get it,
In fact, home is our most beautiful greenhouse paradise.
Only after experience will you understand,
We can't live without it. ......
My hometown is my dream,
In my heart is a beautiful girl,
The sweetest attachment in my memory,
Under the midnight starry sky,
Looking at the bright moon,
Homesickness is beyond words,
Can a few words express the inner tremor? ......
My hometown is my dream,
My hometown is where I live.
Here are my growing footprints,
There are my joys and sorrows here,
Here are my bosom friends and good friends.
This is my enlightenment and mentor,
There are my relatives and parents here. ......
My hometown is my dream,
I just wish I could go to bed early at night,
While I was sleeping,
In a world that belongs only to dreams,
Back to my dream,
I miss my hometown day and night. ......
"Hometown" Modern Poetry 10 My ancestors came from distant Joo Won?.
This is a vast grassland,
Under the northern sky,
Nothing happens, Ma Benteng.
Children of heroes,
Holding a long brother and a sword around his waist,
I sang the fierce Qin Feng,
Behind that intense,
But with the tenderness of water,
You see, a thousand years later,
The so-called Iraqis,
Still on the Weihe River, watching silently,
Waiting for her lover.
In the vast history,
We migrate and wander.
Ah! The south of my hometown.
We came to your side,
We chose you,
Choose this fragrant land,
I chose this beautiful lake.
At that time, your name was Peng Li!
My eyes are full of tears,
I am deeply attached to this affectionate land!
This is the land of Qing Bu, the king of Huainan!
Looking at the vast lake,
I think, this thousand miles of blue waves
Is it still like a thousand years ago?
Sparkling, rippling blue waves?
When Qu Zi was exiled,
Also on this sacred lake,
Haggard, wandering, singing?
Born in the south, I was ordered not to move!
Our blood is connected with this sacred land,
Our blood is connected with the calm lake.
Or live with dignity! Or die generously!
Why is it called stopping water?
I thought of the destruction of the country,
My heart is immortal, my spiritual guide,
Doesn't mean the south will never stop!
The one who died with his family jumped off the building!
In a flash, I understood the meaning of inner peace.
Ah! The south of my hometown.
I have tears in my eyes,
I thought of the backbone of this ancient nation.
Life is like a summer flower,
Even if it was gorgeous for a moment,
I want to shout, too,
I have been to this world.
If there is an afterlife, next life.
I'm still your child!
Let's be lovers of Iraqis!
Note: When Mongolian soldiers attacked the city, Jiang Wanli, the prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty (Duchang, Jiangxi, teacher Wen Tianxiang) and his family jumped into the river to stop the water and died heroically! Jiang Wanli, stop the water supply!