Modern poems about hometown 1. Five modern poems about hometown.
1, the way home, the day I left home, the way home always reached my thoughts at the moment I closed my eyes, and the way home was full of my childhood joys and sorrows. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiles now feel that no matter whether it was bitter or sweet at the beginning, it is a melodious song in my memory. The road of a clear spring hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was in rags, running with the wind, chasing smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut off by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is in the sky. The rolling back of the mountains is singing in the ravine. The lights in the moonlight sparkle with beans, and the breeze blows up the skirts at night. So I put wings in the dream of the mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines. Step on a car crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times does dusty dust fly back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has it fallen in the middle of the night in his hometown? How many times does the stream slowly flow back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has this beautiful scenery flowed out in the poems of the wanderer? How many times have the flowers returned to the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. From the deep eyes of my hometown, I pulled out my lingering attachment to my hometown, and the wheel ran over the mountain road of my hometown. So there is a corner of vicissitudes hidden in the gap of leaves. After 7 noon, I woke up. My hometown is used to entertaining wanderers who come home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. The sound of wind, birds, crows and tractors awakened hot money from dreams. The sun shone obliquely on the face through the window grilles. In spring, the sound of birds and the laughter of children echo outside the wooden fence. Look at the spring breeze running in the blue sky. Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside. Poems of hope echoed in his hometown village. The children are playing with apricot, pear and peach blossoms. The adults blamed the children for scaring away spring. Look, there are a group of birds flapping their wings on the old locust tree and flying west towards the sun. 8 hometown, hometown, I was born and raised in my hometown. Every night when I am wandering in a foreign land, my dreams always haunt you. The winding mountain road has left every footprint of my growth, witnessed the slow growth of a mountain village teenager, witnessed the waves rolling in the spring breeze along the roadside of a mountain village, just like the villagers' beautiful hopes floating to the distant place of their dreams, the roads and mountains connected with the fields continued to delay to the distant place of their dreams, and then disappeared into the sky. The international peak is a loess house lying at the foot of the mountain, looking out from generation to generation. Their faces are engraved with wind and frost, and their childish faces are touched by rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and wisps of smoke around the house are accompanied by the wishes of the villagers. Ran Ran floated into the blue sky, and a few kind screams of cattle and sheep awakened the homesick wanderers in their dreams, and knocked out a few lines of poems on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in their hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain dances with the wind, and the pools and fertile fields under the mountain. The fragrance of the green fields is like the pulse of the river in the canyon. In spring, the branches of apricot trees are endless. There are green leaves covering the sky in summer. In cool autumn, the continuous rain can't cool the lover's heart. In winter, there is no trace of snow, but the impulsive feelings of young people can't be buried. On the other side of the mountain, there are endless smoke, endless rivers and endless beautiful scenery in my hometown. Endless comfort always moistens into an idyllic beauty and stays in my memory. The night sky is curved, and the waning moon stares at the lights of thousands of households with tired eyes, and the warmth spills into the night sky through the window. Perhaps only the house in your own home will have lasting warm thoughts. This is a lonely figure. Dream is a missing heart. True feelings come from the heart and love. At this time, the midnight bell has already rung, and a homesick wanderer is looking at the horizon by the faint candlelight. 1 1 The wanderer is homesick and the moonlight is dim. The moon in my hometown is bright in my dream, and the wandering heart is in love with the crescent moon among the stars in my hometown, but my parents are looking forward to his eyes, while my brothers and sisters' affectionate wishes are more like lovers' peach petals. I stand at the top of the night. Gathering the smoke from my hometown, I miss my hometown deeply, but it is crushed and sprinkled to my hometown in the moonlight at night. 12 Dashangou-my home, the land on the Loess Plateau, has cracked a big crack here, and a sunken pit lies in my hometown. The rolling mountains extend to the end of the field of vision, steadily like a lying lion, and the abrupt peaks stand there day and night.
2. Poems about hometown
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei >
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai >
Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >
Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei >
Looking forward to the full moon tonight, I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian >
Everyone feels strange in a foreign language, but they hate the sound of singing birds like an ancient mountain-Don Sikong Tu >
Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi >
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. -Tang He Zhangzhi >
3. Modern hometown poems
1, "Homesickness" Yu Guangzhong was a child/Homesickness was a small stamp/I am here/my mother grew up there/Homesickness is a narrow boat ticket/I am here/my bride is there/Homesickness is a short grave/I am outside/my mother is inside, but now/Homesickness is a shallow strait/I am here/the mainland is here.
Poetry expresses a kind of nostalgia for hometown. This poem also embodies the poet Yu Guangzhong's good wish for the early reunification of the Chinese nation.
2. Homesickness The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night, but the face of his hometown is a vague disappointment. It seems that homesickness is a tree without rings after parting. I heard the Ming flute in my hometown in the quiet night of this ancient city. Although Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters, it also has the same elegy. Not long-lost parents, but a small pond next to my hometown, reeds and weeds on both sides of the pond in the breeze.
4 "Homesickness" Ao Hongliang's homesick tears, dripping into a bowl of rice under the eaves of rainy days, make homesick people intoxicated. In the dream, a reed flute sounded in the hearts of homesick people in the village. Yu Guangzhong was born in Nanjing, Jiangsu on June1928+1October 2 1 and studied at Moling Road Primary School (formerly Cuiba Township Primary School). 1952 graduated.
1953 founded "Blue Star" Poetry Society with Qin Zihao and Zhong Dingwen. Later, he went to the United States for further study and obtained a master's degree in art from the University of Iowa.
After returning to Taiwan Province, he became a professor at National Normal University, National Chengda University, National Taiwan Province University and Chinese University of Hong Kong. He is currently the Dean of Art College of Sun Yat-sen University in Taiwan. 20 12 April as a "resident writer" of the University of Macau.
First, the creative background Yu Guangzhong's life was in frequent running and migration, and he was separated from his relatives many times. 197 1 year, Yu Guangzhong, who hasn't returned to the mainland for more than 20 years, was homesick, and wrote the poem "Homesickness" in his former residence in Xiamen Street, Taipei.
Second, the appreciation of the whole poem is divided into four sections. On the one hand, poets write poems with the changes of time: childhood-after growing up-later-now, four life stages.
On the other hand, the poet takes the space barrier as the characteristics of these four stages: the separation of mother and son when I was a child-the separation of husband and wife when I grew up-the separation of mother and son later-the separation of the wanderer from the mainland now. The poet found a corresponding word to express his homesickness in four stages of his life: childhood stamps-boat tickets when he grew up-later graves-now straits.
From this, we can see that this poem promotes poetic expression layer by layer with the isolation and change of time and space. The poet succinctly extracted several simple images: stamps, boat tickets, graves and straits.
These four images are simple, clear, concentrated and strong. They are rich, that is, they are not piled up but implicit and have tension, which can induce readers to associate in many ways.
These four images materialize and concretize a very abstract "homesickness" and achieve a good artistic effect through "supporting things and expressing feelings". These images are connected by two simple demonstrative pronouns, "this" and "that", which skillfully integrate the isolated people, events, time, space and sad ends.
If there is no distance and connection, it will give people who are lovesick, parting and gathering all day long a strong sound, giving people an unspeakable sadness and joy. Poetry takes the time sequence as the longitude and the distance between the two places as the latitude, which has its own fascinating charm in the level tone, causing people infinite sadness and endless sympathy.
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4. What are the five modern poems about hometown?
1, homesick 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
2. "Missing Hometown" Dedema
On such a beautiful night
Look up at the stars
The breeze is blowing gently and the night is beautiful.
Last night's changes
The desire to go home
Take my thoughts far away.
No matter where I go.
What is still clear is what my hometown looks like.
Always makes me cry.
Oh! hometown
Missing you has been integrated into my blood and bones.
Where are your roots?
Has been deeply penetrated.
My soul
3, "Homesickness Song" Li Xianxiu
Two ears in my hometown
Actually grew into this book.
I caught him.
The whole hometown has been uprooted.
It has a strong aroma.
The sky outside the window
Still gloomy
Heart, my heart
The weather began to turn from cloudy to sunny.
Night is the best magician.
Put sunflowers in my hometown.
Quietly fall asleep
Always when you least expect it.
Fall in love deeply
Sweet songs in my hometown
The bright moonlight in my hometown
The familiar sunset in my hometown
People come and go in the streets of the city.
But I didn't see any familiar faces.
A heavy bag
Full of feelings of hometown
Gently mention the pain of my missing.
4, "The Road to Hometown" Chen Tian
Days away from home
At night, when I close my eyes, the road to my hometown always comes to my mind.
Obsessed with memory
on the way home
It is full of my childhood joys and sorrows, ups and downs, tears and smiles.
Now I think
Whether it is bitter or sweet.
That is a melodious song in my memory.
deeply moving
Like red spring.
Hometown road
Carrying my yesterday.
I was in rags yesterday.
Run with the wind
On the overgrown dirt road
Chasing the smiling spring
5, "Under the Full Moon" Yu Guangzhong
Under the full moon without freckles
A pool of lotus flowers fell asleep.
Frogs cry louder in summer.
This is the most pleasant noise.
Sitting on a stone bench by the pool
commemorate
You should go to bed.
Remember that your long cilia should be stitched.
Sew a string of dreams
I dreamed that you came to my date.
Share the coolness of this white stone
Or become a dragonfly.
Rest on the lotus leaf in the corner.
Sip the dew and hold a handful of moonlight.
Or let me hug your waist.
Take care of your classic gentleness and grace.
Just as the king of Chu was jealous.
King Chu? King Chu? Fireflies patrol at night.
Say it's late at night, say it's foggy
Rise from the surface of the pool.
The fibrous moonlight is a little fluffy.
Then fold a Zhang Kuo lotus leaf.
Flat, like crushed acacia
There is an urgent need for a modern poem about hometown.
Nostalgic Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Yu Guangzhong is nostalgic
When I was a child/homesickness was a small stamp/I was here/my mother was there.
When I grow up/homesickness is a narrow ticket/I am here/the bride is there.
Later/homesickness was a low grave/I was outside/my mother was inside.
Now/homesickness is a shallow strait/I am here/the mainland is there.
confiscate
Please sing a song for me.
In that forgotten ancient language
Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.
Great rivers and mountains in my heart
That is a sight that only exists outside the Great Wall.
Who said the tone of Saiqu was too sad?
If you don't want to hear it,
That's because ... ...
There is no desire for you in the song.
We always have to sing and sing.
Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away
It's like sand whistling through the desert.
Like the Yinshan Mountain on the bank of the Yellow River.
Heroes ride strong.
Go home with honor.
Poetry:
Charming piccolo
□ Yu Guangzhong
Come back, mother, the east can't stay long,
The tropical ocean where typhoons were born,
The air pressure in the North Pacific is very low in July.
Come back, mom, the south won't stay long,
One-way street of the sun train
In July, the equator moxibustion pedestrians' feet.
Come back, mother, the north can't stay long,
The white kingdom of reindeer,
There is no rest night in July, only day.
Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long.
The little urn dream in front of the French window,
Use the little plants you planted yourself.
Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire.
Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming road.
Bury you in a small grave in your hometown.
Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.
The weeping willows hang down to your grave,
When spring comes, you must dream of a girl.
Dream of your mother.
Mother, on the Qingming road, my footprints will be deep,
Willow hair dripping with rain, mother, dripping with my memories,
Come back, mother, and protect this empty city.
6. Poems about hometown (ancient or modern)
Think about the bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have frosted? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back. On a quiet night, I suddenly thought of my home, Wang Wei-"Holidays in the mountains remind me of my brothers in Shandong". Strangers miss their families every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. The loving mother recited the thread in her hand and made clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Every tree in Hanyang of the Yellow Crane Tower becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; I think about it today, it's raining -> 2. Mourning can make you cry, but looking far away can make you return to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty > 4. But how much affection does an inch of grass have-Don Meng Jiao > 5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi > 6. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei > 7. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-photo by Song Liqing > 9. I miss my relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei > 10. I don't know who will fall at the moon tonight-Tang Wangjian > 1 1. Everyone is getting unfamiliar with the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan-Downs Kontu > 12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi > 13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >; 15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States. Chu. Qu Yuan > 16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Han. > 17. After the wild goose falls, the flowers bloom before the moon falls-Sui Xue Daoheng > 18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty > 19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu > 20. It's easier to see when you're away. The water is gone in spring. It's heaven and earth-Li Yu > 2 1. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the stars in the morning and evening-Don Du Fu >; 22. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, there is no reason to go to the west. -Tang Wang Wei > 23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang > 24. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun —— Li Bai > 25. The last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we parted, it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying > 26. Long before I met her, time had passed, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind has started, and a hundred flowers are blooming-Don Li Shangyin > 27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu > 28 years old. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu > 29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. -Huang Song Ting Jian > 30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang Zhaoxian > 3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -Shi > 32 years old. I hope people will live long and take Wan Li Road. ---------------. When my mother grew up there, homesickness was a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
7. Poems about hometown
(1) in addition to the night [Tang] Gao Shi.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
(2) Home [Tang] Du Mu
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
(3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
[4] Yuan Kai [Ming] Letter
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
5] See the mountain with Master Haochu to send relatives and friends to Jinghua [Tang] Dai Shulun.
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
[6] Yan Wen [Tang] Wei Wuying
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
(7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Inscription on the wall of Dayu Shanbei Inn (Song Wenzhi)
Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
(9) Farewell a friend at Jingmen Ferry (Li Bai)
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
⑽ "Moonlit Nights" (Du Fu)
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? .
⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs)
Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?
⑿ Looking at the bright moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
[13] When meeting a messenger who went to the capital.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
[14] Xiuzi (Lu You)
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
⒂ the pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan)
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Showing a Chemei boat crossing Wujiang River (Jie Jiang).
A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.
When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.
⒄ Tianjin Sha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
⒅ Prison Theme Wall (Tan Sitong)
Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
Chapter of Trick (Tan Sitong)
Everything in the world has reached the spring sorrow, and now I cry to the pale ghost.
Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
8. Modern ancient poems missing hometown
1, the road to hometown
Days away from home
night
The way back to my hometown is always at the moment when I close my eyes.
Go deep into my heart and wander with my memory.
on the way home
It filled my childhood.
Sadness and joy are mixed. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces
Now I think
Whether it is bitter or sweet.
That is a melodious song in my memory.
Touching the heart is like a clear spring.
Hometown road
Carrying my yesterday.
I was in rags yesterday.
Run with the wind
On the overgrown dirt road
Chasing the smiling spring
2. Homesickness in the rain
Continuous drizzle, continuous drizzle
The raindrops falling in the sky form lines.
It's like a wanderer cutting off his mind.
The rain in my hometown
A clean village must be washed again.
The wheat waves rolled in the villagers' dreams.
Smoke billowed from the corner of the eaves among the green trees.
Imagine climbing to the top of my hometown.
Father is sitting on the door of the old house.
Wipe the fatigue on your forehead with the back of your hand.
Light a cigarette and squint.
The rain kept dripping on the eaves.
Into a cheerful stream.
Flowing to the green fields
Sitting at the door of my hometown
Sitting at the door of my hometown
Look at the clouds in the sky.
Tile blue sky
Because the more clouds, the deeper.
There is a thick bowl on the apricot tree in front of the door.
A donkey is chewing grass.
I don't know which donkey barked.
The donkey also raised its neck and barked.
A white rabbit
As white as snow.
I suddenly got a fright.
Paused and ran to the grass.
Several chickens are screaming.
Run out of the grass
One of them.
Swallow a bug when you stretch your neck.
A familiar voice
Let me see the crossroads.
Shoumama
Is driving the pig home.
4 homesick songs
feel homesick
This is a melodious song.
Melodious and beautiful songs
Always in the middle of the night
The moon is high and the stars are blinking.
A wisp of Wei Yun was cut by the breeze.
Always on such a night.
I sing softly with a homesick heart.
Lovely and beautiful hometown
Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters
The golden wheat wave must be rolling in again.
You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again.
Tonight, sleep quietly.
Sleep with my hometown in my dream
Have a happy dream.
When I wake up, maybe.
Father drove the donkey with a whip.
Hope a little more.
5 Hometown, My Poem Line
Hometown, a village lying in a ravine.
I want to use the pen in my hand
Rubbing the thoughts flowing in my heart.
Write a poem praising you.
Hometown, hometown
The rolling back of mountains in the sky.
The winding stream in the canyon sings softly.
Under the moon, the flashing lights are bean yellow.
The breeze lifted the night.
Time has given wings to the dreams of the mountain people.
Fly, fly ...
Fly to the glorious front
Hometown, in the dim candlelight.
Your son
Tap the keyboard with tears in your eyes
Line up the missing sentences into jumpers.