Drunk in my hometown poem 1 flute sounded, and I remembered my hometown again.
Think of the mountains and water in my hometown.
Reminds me of every path I've taken.
Think about the lighting that parents nailed with small boards.
I remembered the white tofu made by my mother.
Young people writing under the lamp.
Growing up with fireworks in the country, you can also travel around the world.
Only when I am silent will I think of my hometown.
Think of his brother who taught him to make firecrackers with white phosphorus.
When I was a child, when the seedlings of crops came out.
Father is weeding and coughing in the field.
Every time you raise your hoe. It seems that everyone can touch the sun.
So the removed field is like a healthy child.
The fruit growing in the field is very sweet.
I sat on a pile of stones, waiting for my mother to cook dinner.
Looking at the clouds on the horizon dyed red by the sunset.
For example, the scar on the mother's finger cut by the hay cutter.
The autumn evening is beautiful, and there is smoke everywhere.
Mother prepared dinner for a family of four at the dining table.
Mother is hardworking and kind, and has worked hard for half her life.
My father is conscientious and capable, and has worked hard for most of his life.
Now that I have grown up, I know how to love my parents.
But I am away all the year round, and I only go home for a few days during the Spring Festival.
It's hard to taste the dishes my mother grows once in autumn.
The four seasons in my hometown have become the heart stone of wanderers.
Often in dreams, sitting by the warm stove at home.
Only in dreams can we relive the warmth of childhood.
What do you think of the flute tonight? Melodious and crisp
The stars are shining in the night sky.
Once upon a time, my heart was intoxicated in my hometown.
Drunk in my hometown poem 2 I have come all the way.
Pursue the memory of the past
Shan Ye joined his hometown.
When is Yangshan censer peak and Maanshan Mopan Mountain?
There are many hillsides and hills without names.
Reunion with them again
Feel their peace.
Accept their baptism
Just after the Spring Festival, I didn't experience the cold.
Not depressed, not desolate, not silent.
It is warmth, confidence and strength.
This is the purification of body and mind.
It was the magic of nature that gave me a gift.
This is my world.
My world, bare branches.
Fallen leaves all over the mountain
It is the last hymn of winter.
This is the prelude to spring.
Prosperity melts spring mud.
It is their most beautiful heart, here.
Condensed the hometown. Vicissitudes, elegance, hope
Elegant, quiet, Jane, the charm of sleeping beauty
This season is a mountain forest.
Seems to be fast asleep.
But I can't stop spring.
Not to mention the swaying wintersweet and the Spring Festival.
Not to mention happy tits and orioles.
The branches of begonia are pregnant with the breath of spring.
Humble and heavy green sprouted at the foot.
Cliffs in the distance, bushes nearby.
The mist rose.
Elegant whitening lotion.
Wash away the dust and moisten the free heart.
In an instant, the clouds controlled the wind.
The soul wriggled comfortably.
Indulge in the dream of hometown
Lost in a peaceful and peaceful world
I just want to be friends with plants and have a blind date with Shan Ye.
Their love is deeply branded in their hearts.
Poem of Homesickness 3 Song Xue, is it a distant hometown?
My hometown is the warm sun in winter.
You southerners are always obsessed with your north.
A warm and poetic heart, or magnificent, or a few ripples, is always boundless.
Father under the moon. Fingertips flow, in addition to missing, or missing.
Distinguish sounds in the wind. Breathing and inhaling are all deep feelings for hometown.
A set of piano music, ups and downs; A wisp of homesickness is in my heart!
Listen! Who will call the lonely figure?
In the middle of winter, a snow from the north went south with awe.
The rain fell on the wanderer's heart. It's freezing! It's freezing!
The cold ferry froze melancholy, and the sigh was forced into the throat.
At night, I was deeply hurt There is an ice ridge fracture.
Dongfeng! Please don't break the traveler's heart.
In the depths of time, there are missing eyes.
If it snows in the south, it must be that the spirit of rain has turned into thousands of butterflies. Butterfly dance must be carefully preparing for a spring date.
Friend, are you ready? Take a pot of wine and get drunk at the village entrance of your hometown!