Electroplate my broken desire
Think more.
In the dead of night.
With burning thoughts
Dry the wet sadness in my heart.
I don't know when I can go home.
Squat on a slope or ridge
Dig up my innocent childhood.
In nostalgia without ill feelings
Local accents are all aunts and grandmothers.
Let me forget my manners and dignity.
I really want to lie on the lap of my elders.
Move their necks
Let a generous palm.
Touch my childhood intimacy.
In front of their children
I also clamored for a kiss.
hometown
You always give me a dull pain.
Every time I think of you,
My mind suddenly flew.
Like a green dragonfly.
Flying in the wind with homesick ripples.
I'm dying for tonight.
Don't go to misty rain Jiangnan water town.
Not to a busy town.
But a secluded mountain village in Shan Ye.
Give birth to me and raise my hometown.
Waking up is just an empty dream.
2. Hometown, a homesick poem
I was born in a small mountain village
There is my family there.
The beard is full of stories.
Buried in rustic laughter is a local accent.
Call my birth name one by one.
Call my birth name one by one.
How close?
how much do you love
How happy are you?
Ah, folks.
Ah, folks.
My hardworking and kind family.
Thousands of feet can't forget his roots, though the tree is tall.
music
I have lived in many small mountain villages.
My family is everywhere.
Xiaomi raised me.
Teach me to be a man in the storm
When I leave, send me on my way
When I leave, send me on my way
How much persuasion
How much expectation?
How many feelings
Ah, folks.
Ah, folks.
My hardworking and kind family.
Thousands of feet can't forget his roots, though the tree is tall.
I share weal and woe with my villagers.
Wine on September 9 th
It's Double Ninth Night again on September 9th.
Homesick people are wandering outside.
It's September 9th again, sadder and sadder.
The plan to go home has always been in my mind.
Go, go, go, go until September 9.
No spirit, no greetings from other places.
September 9 is only available when you are free at home.
Friends and relatives raise their glasses and fill their glasses.
Drink up this homesickness and get drunk at home.
September 9 is only available when you are free at home.
Good people and good dreams
Your warm smile in spring moved me.
Say goodbye to yesterday's injury and pain. You know my heart best.
Although the night is hazy, I know where to go.
I accompany you through the storm and slowly draw our hearts closer.
Let me do everything for you silently and sincerely.
It goes without saying that being together for a long time makes me feel different.
Even though there are many customs in the world, I still have a soft spot.
Dear, I will always wish you a good dream.
Good people have good dreams.
Cloud in hometown
Clouds floating across my hometown on the horizon.
It has been calling me.
When the breeze around you blows gently
A voice is calling me.
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Don't wander around.
Take a heavy step
It's a long way home.
When the breeze around you blows gently
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Come back, come back
I'm tired of wandering
I'm exhausted.
There are sour tears in my eyes.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Wipe the scar for me
I used to be full of pride.
Return the empty bag.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Heal my wound
Music.
Blowing the fragrance of hometown soil.
Come back, come back
Wandering wanderer
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Don't wander around.
I'm exhausted.
There are sour tears in my eyes.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Wipe the scar for me
I used to be full of pride.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Heal my wound
Return the empty bag.
Hometown wind, hometown cloud.
Heal my wound
3. Qiu Qiu's poem about missing his hometown at the full moon drops into a narrow box in a lonely town. Tang's poems capture the trembling heart with tranquility and obscurity. Tonight in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is faint, not dazzling yellow.
Reunion can't replace this color, it seems to be a burning fire in my heart. Life has a beginning and an end, so learn to finish it well. No matter when and where, dreams are the same, and so is love. I see love hidden in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and its full mind, which can accommodate everything, is the only place where I can keep my thoughts.
"Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let us become three people". I know it won't make me lonely, but it will give me strength. Wipe my eyes, stroke my eyebrows and let a tear slip into my eyes. I wanted to forget it a long time ago, but I can't find it. It is like a naughty child, holding a kite in his hand, never catching its heart, and it will make a rope to escape. I am lazy, too. I can only watch, but I can't catch it. I can't see life clearly. I know that I need that lamp in the future. It will light my way to heaven. The autumn moon is too full tonight. I can't find a flaw, probably because I love its fullness and greatness and don't want to look for its unknown darkness. Do you know what is hidden in the dark? Never uncover the gauze as thin as cicada's wings. There must be a reason. We should keep our mouth shut, bury this secret in our hearts and let it lie quietly inside, without talking or crying.
I love her. This is me shouting at the crescent moon on the other side of the mountain Although I can't see the full moon, I exude complete love. I put this love in a drift bottle and cut a small crack in the airtight air. I just hope that this crack will not let the wind suck away my only love, and let it spread bit by bit in my love. As long as she can smell my love, she can feel my meticulous love. I believe that at that time, it will be a perfect Mid-Autumn Festival night. At night, confession, deep kiss.