No matter who is a native of hometown, a foreigner living there, or a China person living overseas, who has no feelings for his hometown? The following are the modern poems I collected for you that miss your hometown. Welcome to reading.
be homesick
Author: Suo Qingqiu
In childhood
have a dream
Leave home
stick it out
Satisfy the desire of both eyes
In childhood
Forever hope
Can grow a pair of wings
Soar in the sky
Go where your feet can't reach.
Twenty years of longing and yearning
It's already black and blue
Can't help looking back.
Hometown deep in memory
Has become blurred and almost forgotten.
transform
Reminiscent of the vicissitudes of life along the way
Just understand.
The farther you go, the higher you fly.
The longer the journey back.
be homesick
Author: Wang Luwen
The cold night is boundless
I am on my way.
Bare treetops
There is a curved moon hanging.
Lajin Dongjin
I'm wandering
Sad heart
Miss that familiar place
How many years?
I haven't seen my parents
How many years?
I still don't forget the thatched cottage in my dream.
A winding mountain road
A winding and narrow river
A lamb bleated its mother on the hillside.
With a cigarette in his hand
There is fire in my heart.
Live in a bustling city
Unforgettable white parents
This number is familiar.
The mobile phone is very hot
How many times do you want to dial?
But it's always an excuse, saving long-distance love and thinking too much.
Busy transportation
The neon lights are on
Wife hideko
A spacious room on the high floor
Just miss my parents.
Juvenile ambition
Go to a distant place
Travel to several countries
Dreams are hard to give up my hometown.
be homesick
Author: snakehead paozi
It is said that my hometown has a vast grassland and flocks of cattle and sheep?
It is said that my hometown is the hometown of poetry.
It is said that hometown sings like a wolf, always containing lambs?
It is said that Ma Touqin, my hometown, sings melodiously, like a sad story about the desolation of life?
It is said that in my hometown, the sun is hot and cold all the year round.
Ah,
My hometown, your children, you play wherever you go.
Talent and beauty, dust, can't abandon you,
That's your destiny, your earthy fragrance.
Hometown, I want to sing, I want to cry, it's you, the prodigal son in the distance crying for his mother.
I am a wolf in the north, running alone in your boundless chest.
You are my mother, I tear your body, nourish and suck your milk, and my blood is your tears.
On the Yuan Ye, beside the desert, in the small pond, in the woods, my eyes filled with tears.
I pull, I am a galloping mare, flying in the sound of the piano,
Hometown, have I left you for more than twenty years?
Do you remember me when I was a child?
Like to snuggle in your arms and bathe in the wind and frost,
Like to sing in your vast mind,
In my hometown, I am a China fool who lives in the Mongolian Plateau. Folklore wishes me to grow up and the lamb dresses me.
Yellow rice, bonzi porridge and yam eggs made me have a good time.
My hometown, I love your fragrance of weeds, your fragrance of cheese, your floating of blue sky and white clouds, your silence and emptiness.
My hometown.
What about the flowing old Ha River?
That travel-stained Horqin is green, looking for desolation? Is life calling for strength?
Hometown, I miss you, heaven and earth make me lie down, sunshine makes my thoughts fly,
Free you, my heart is with cattle and sheep, and my blood is with this hot land.
Melodious, vast, lonely, helpless, vigorous, cast your play.
My hometown, I can't,
If I have a choice in my next life, I will not hesitate to throw myself into your arms.
"Come back, my naughty boy" is always your wish to call us back.
Homesickness on a moonlit night
Author: Jia Yuan
Drink a pot of moonlight tonight.
Miss frogs and drums.
Towards home.
The wind in the north is melancholy.
There is dust all the way.
Like a faint silver light.
The hardships of the world
Chest burning
A cup of melancholy that has accumulated for a long time
Drunk the moon in the sky
Can't see the surrounding scenery clearly
Misty eyes like frost.
Why is the phoenix tree green and yellow?
Mottled in the aging pond
The cicada in the tree is gone.
Can't sing to my hometown.
Homesickness in May (group poems)
the Peach Garden
The May Taoyuan in the Dream
I touched a peach blossom.
The deep and shallow wound has scabbed.
Facing the peach forest full of green fruits
Suddenly fell silent
It's like an encounter.
Meet the first love that once promised each other.
Even if you miss a blooming season.
Let's be honest.
More and more distant spring, I can't carry it anymore.
Peach. willow
A crescent moon hangs on the tree.
Like a boat.
In the breeze, I hummed my childhood songs.
Broke the night in my hometown
Tonight, among the wild flowers by the river.
The white butterfly sings and dances lightly.
Landing on banks, canals and docks.
The fragrance of the village intoxicated one land.
At the entrance of the village, accompanied by peaches and willows growing all the way.
Holding a tree and homesickness
Light up my way home.
Li Xianxiu's Homesickness
One is in Putang,
Tang Wei No.1:
Two ears in my hometown.
Two ears in my hometown,
Grow into this book,
I caught him,
The whole hometown was uprooted,
The smell is fragrant.
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,
Dive into a dream.
Homesick song
Author: Ting Chun
Like rain, like fog, like smoke.
Silk, wispy, curly
Floating, hovering, winding
Whose heart and dream?
Autumn wind meets dusk
Autumn rain is accompanied by homesickness
Worry, haggard in the falling red
Nostalgia, flicking in the faint piano sound.
Autumn wind in Jiangbei
Blow thin whose heart?
Autumn rain in Jiangbei
Whose forehead is wet?
Silent night, sitting alone in a lonely hall
When people are quiet at first, the wind is colder.
Dew slowly soaked the thin clothes.
The night will be over and the wine has stopped.
Tears crept across the homesick face.
Strange moon
How to reach the circle of the old country?
Sigh the dream of wandering world
Miss the homesickness of the moon.
Tonight, my friend
I want to be Wan Li Changfeng.
Take it to your hometown.
A piece of white clouds
be homesick
Author: Ye Tao
A thin moon in a foreign land outside the window
Hanging in the air coldly.
Reflects silver light.
Particularly bleak
Is it the silence of night or the cold of light?
It makes me homesick.
Listen to the sound in the corner
Insects and birds sing.
Miss like wild, grow crazy early.
Think back to happy family reunion.
Yingying turned silently with tears in her eyes.
Look at home.
Call my parents gently in my heart
I wish my parents happiness and health.
be homesick
Author: Mai Shu
Probably used to walking at night.
But I don't know where to go.
Probably used to walking alone.
But I can't erase my homesickness.
Even if the traffic is like a flood
Crush my bones
Souvenir for the soul
This is the smell of the country.
In the dark night
Obstacles to homesickness.
Concave-convex-convex
So, my forehead bursts with a few words:
Is spring green? Who can tell me?
I'm going home.
be homesick
Author: mountains and rivers depend on each other
Father's face is getting old.
Bend down like a bow.
Accumulate a lifetime's time
Take care of this land
He is dissolute.
Sweating like a pig.
Like a hot bill in your hand.
I can't save it or catch it.
Moisten my seedlings
Hope with a dark forehead.
A country standing in the sun
My youth is racing against the seedlings on the land.
Finally bought one.
Tickets stuffed into town
Days away from home
I always feel that something is missing.
Think carefully and find out the answer.
People stay in the city.
Xinque
Leave it in the country
The homesick song of the stream
Author: You Dui Xiao He
mountain stream
Quietly flowing
I'm thinking silently.
Why did it flow out?
qing quan shui
Never look back.
Is that her?
Afraid of getting lost
Can't flow to the ocean
Is that her?
Forget the way home
Silent stream
Flowing far away
A winding stream
Twisted songs
My hometown is getting more and more confused.
I want to put it
Tears of pain and sorrow
Join the ocean together
riding the winds and breaking the waves
Broad heart
Cherish your hometown forever.
Homesickness songs of the four seasons
Author: Yao Changan
spring
The morning breeze blows gently, and it's a little chilly.
The sunshine tenderly touches my heart.
Winter jasmine blooms quietly outdoors,
The fragrance is flowing on the way home.
summer
Zigui sings in a foreign land,
Summer insects sing at midnight.
Without a sip of wine brought from my hometown,
Xiangxiang is chasing the busyness of work.
autumn
Autumn wind shakes the golden land,
The wild goose discharged the verses of autumn poems.
The long flute carries the local accent and homesickness.
The village is rippling with fragrant rice.
winter
Cold snow and ice can frostbite everything,
Freezing didn't hurt Yiyi's homesickness.
The cold wind can blow everything away,
Decisively crack down on the desire to return to China.
Send acacia thousands of miles in the mid-autumn moon and tomorrow night.
A bright moon hangs high.
Reminds me of my infinite leisure.
Wandering people look very religious.
Better than pilgrims
Watching the same full moon in the far north.
Pray for the light in my hometown.
Can you give me a cavity enthusiasm?
The wet tears came back again.
The voice of Qing Hui washing her face suddenly sounded.
Under the laurel tree, I followed my mother's kind face.
Falling among the flowers is my father standing in the sunset.
A thin figure
the autumn rain goes on and on
Tenderness arises spontaneously.
Drifting duckweed leads the thread of missing.
Fly as far as the sky is.
Wandering footprints extend the blood of family ties.
How wide the ground is, how deep it can penetrate.
Bear this heavy debt
When is it to regret the moon?
To be filial.
Cut out a slender reflection
Sprinkle moonlight everywhere.
The eagle flew over the snowfield in his hometown.
It used to be a yearning for dreams.
Review the fruits of first love
Does it still hang on the laurel tree of memory and smell fragrant?
On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind
Put a floating heart
It's getting colder and colder.
On the Mid-Autumn Moon, it rained all night in Mao Mao.
The rising tide in the chest broke through the missing river bank.
flood
Missing a wanderer
Miss the mountains in my hometown
The mountains in my hometown are very green.
Miss the water in my hometown
The water in my hometown is so green.
Miss the clouds in my hometown
The clouds in my hometown are so light.
People who miss their hometown
People in my hometown are so close.
Missing a wanderer
Day after day.
I hope that people and green mountains and green waters will last for a long time.
One day * * * meet again.
homesickness
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
home page
Hug the person you love.
I wish time would stop.
Now I am interested in my hometown.
Like a passer-by in a hurry
I have been away for many years.
I often think of you at this time.
At the moment, on every street in you.
Your unique talent, your prosperity
I have been away for many years.
I always think of everything you gave me.
Every love you give me.
Happiness and pain make me grow.
Migratory birds flying in the sky outside the window
Reminds me of you at this moment.
At the moment, on every street in you.
In the sunshine of your sky.
I have been away for many years.
I always think of everything you gave me.
Every dream you give me
Wandering years have made me strong.
Hometown, I am your son.
Bury me with a handful of loess.
I can't be too few.
Cover me with a peach blossom.
I won't be cold.
I am eating your leaves and food.
I grew up with you.
The canal water has grown up. Every time I cry,
Deep, on your undulating chest
My hometown, I am your son.
My melancholy eyes, my wild singing.
It often floats on you, and Sophora japonica is fragrant.
In the transparent spring, every little flower
Every seedling is like this.
My breathing and my dreams
Like water, like fog, like moonlight.
My hometown, I am your son.
Look for a way, a reason
How many times at night, flowing
Your tears of poverty
You are like the light of a bean.
Your thatched cottage trembled in the autumn wind.
Your dusty narrow road
Drift away, like a dream.
Go deep, home there.
A thin body and shriveled pockets
My hometown, I am your son.
Now, there are many tall buildings and asphalt roads.
Clean streets are like spring all the year round.
Boys are smart and girls are beautiful.
When chickens enter the building, cows listen to music.
The car drove into the house and browsed the world online.
Talk about the World Cup and Diaoyu Island.
My hometown, I am your son.
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