Poetry 1: Homesickness is a swaying grass.
The cuckoo's deep song.
Quiet mountain flowers are in full bloom.
The fragrance of purple songs
Green stream, flowing.
A sad voice
In the vast, green melody, running towards
My hometown
I saved it when I was working outside.
How much homesickness is helpless
In the suburbs, that old locust tree.
It is a paradise for my homesickness.
Beautiful neon lights also shine with my pride.
I can't forget the small pond where the lotus was first put.
Hour hand and minute hand, cutting off
A sun and a moon.
The second hand is correcting, and I keep dreaming.
Under the white lotus, there are ripples in the fish
Exaggeration, your handsome face
In the bright moonlight, you sing softly
Sing the poems in our hearts ...
Poetry 2: Homesickness Road is such a beautiful season.
How I want to fly back to Tian She.
Childhood friends
Can we meet again?
What an innocent face
Are you still infatuated?
What a big smile.
Are you still wandering?
Let's play the last sentence.
Ten years have passed.
That innocent smile
I really want to play again.
Sincerely pray.
Live there forever
Someone who knows my heart.
I hope everything is the same as before.
Poetry 3: Homesickness Winter is coming.
Snowflakes are flying again.
Childhood dreams are long gone.
The past seems to have frozen.
I used to be young and energetic.
Now in retrospect
Leaving only desolation.
Looking at the moon and thinking about my hometown.
Where are all the people in Tianya Township?
I can't bear to think and forget.
How can you only go home in your dreams?
Look at Yuanyuan Mountain.
Red leaves are like fire
It still smells of grass.
But where my mind sleeps.
Tears wet my clothes again.
Poetry 4: Drinking a pot of muddy wine and half a cup of tea alone,
A full moon brings thousands of families.
The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the star Wan Li,
Doubt is the Mid-Autumn Festival in my hometown.
Change a long drink,
Don't answer the toast.
Laugh and sing, who stays,
A line of fresh tea with clear tears.
Poetry 5: Poets who miss home at night,
Sing this poem in the moonlight.
He looked up at the moonlight,
I'm thinking about my relatives in my hometown.
How bright the moonlight is at home! ,
The moonlight is on the other side,
Whether relatives are here or not,
Are you missing, too?
Sing poetry and speak loudly,
Miss you.
Watching silently,
Bowed his head,
I shed a tear.
Hometown on the other side of the moonlight,
Whether it has changed.
Missing relatives,
Whether it is sensed.
Homesickness,
Can relatives make it clear?
Poetry 6: Complaining about homesickness in the middle of the night,
Crescent Bay is unusually calm,
Occasionally, I heard the cries of wild ducks mixed with frogs.
It seems that the whole campus is empty.
Looking at the horrible face left by the darkness,
I don't have any resentment,
Hold my excited head high,
I started running, running.
In order to catch up with my night and silence,
Finally, I was tired and slowed down the clock.
In retrospect,
It seems that only the gorgeous waning moon accompanies me.
It is as calm as the old man behind the mountain.
His face was covered with vicissitudes of life.
It seems that only he can see through my heart,
Smile at me and stretch my shadow long,
Take me to my childhood dream,
I
Without hesitation,
I just have a childhood heart,
Facing the barren northwest,
That's my home-an oasis squeezed out of the yellow sand pile.
I
Bend your knees gently,
Bury your head in the deepest place,
Silent prayer
Pray for your safety!
My hometown!
My parents!
Poetry 7: homesickness on rainy nights, escaping from the autumn chill
How much rain is there?
Bleak season, rainy day.
Who whispers in the rain and fog
Who is lonely under the sky?
Who has quietly thought of his hometown?
Who cares about the elderly parents at home?
Who is looking at the direction of hometown?
Be secretly injured
Raindrops floating in the dark sky
Whose hair tips have been soaked?
Whose clothes are wet?
The falling rain ran down the hair tips.
Whose eyes still have shallow marks?
Leave the cold in your body and in your heart.
Sad eyes are still remembering.
Remember the warmth of family.
Can it still spread in the cold?
Drive away the cold after rain
Under the cold sky
In the dark night
Only raindrops are singing softly.
Only people from other places are whispering in the rain.
Wanderers in the distance walk alone.
Lonely shadows on both sides add to the gloom.
Rainy night, less appreciation.
More is the inner hesitation.
There is no guidance from home.
Maybe I'm really confused
Poetry 8: Missing the Moon in a Foreign Land Outside the Homesick 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.