The world situation of Forever Wanderer! The "soul" has no hometown and is a "stranger", so people have no hometown.
Yes Without people in their hometown, how can there be no nostalgia that goes deep into the bone marrow? Mr. Yu Guangzhong is not 6 billion people on the earth.
One of the grand views? ! He didn't understand that the philosopher and even the ancestor Adam had a headache and needed to eat.
An Naijin's answer. The poet can only sigh "Mang". In the poem Mang, he wrote-
$R% silent, is this the back or the front?
I hold infinity, or is it your hand?
Why is the evening clouds boundless and the splendor is about to gather?
In midsummer, the stars stay in Tianhe
You have no name. Tonight, I have no name.
Time flows in the distance.
You are in my palm, and you are in my pupil.
Let fireflies fly, frogs croak, and the night tilt to the west.
Sometimes light years are too short and not full, and myths bend over.
Reach out and pick out a legend.
Sometimes God is merciful, like tonight.
The star pulls a hairnet to cover your forehead.
Tianhe is like a road, and the road is like Tianhe
The upstream is boundless, the downstream is boundless, under the ferry and above the ferry.
Both are boundless. I have forgotten.
Where do we come from and where are we going?
Ask your beautiful eyes for directions, too
It is also boundless. I then QingKui:
This place is eternal, the end of all things.
There is no direction here, and there is no need for direction.
From the lyre to the stars, all the wonderful lights.
Everyone's eyes blinked, alas, how secretive.
Tilt towards us at midnight, tilt towards the ladder.
Let' s join hands and throw away time like throwing away $R% of our inheritance.
Is there no limit to everything? Have you really forgotten everything? There seems to be no, because there is still a deep melancholy; still
Remember? Is it really "abandoning time like a legacy"? Not necessarily, this sadness will last forever. Strait or Gulf Strait,
The "grave" is still the same grave, except that the "mother" is old, old, and the "bride" is old.
The retreat of history.
$R% Where is this town? But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker.
Why worry about this? There is a sad mist on the river waves! $R%
Next: Looking for my hometown alone on Penglai Road.
Playing the fool in a fur, Zhongyuan. At dusk, crow's feet are full and several branches are rotten. Who cleans up the broken rivers and mountains, the west wind gradually spreads eastward.
As you get older, you get thinner. When you walk, you will feel heavy, sigh, say that you are homesick, and never forget double red beans. Sorrow is thicker than wine.
Love is constantly flowing, and I hate that it's hard to turn back these years. Twenty articles shocked the whole country. After all, what's the point of empty talk?
Listen to the roar of the black dragon at the bottom of the box. I can't sleep on a cold night. How to cherish my mind? Is the motherland, can you stand loneliness?
This poem "He Xinlang" was not written by Yu Guangzhong, but by Li Shutong (Master Hongyi) in China.
26 years old blood and tears. But this deep sadness, this cold, this cavity of yellow blood ... seems to have something to do with Yu Guang.
China and China are as close as lips and teeth. This is the so-called realm of drinking the same river! Mr Yu swallowed Wan Li's anger and made love to him.
Wild thoughts and surging emotions. It's not bad to be able to sing the same song with Du Li Su Han and to travel freely with Zhuang Lao in Wan Li for nine times.
Being bosom friends with Qin Qujian can naturally dissolve in the profound and broad-minded blood of Master Hongyi who has been flowing for 5,000 years. plum
My uncle and I are rare literary talents, and we were stunned by their words. They follow the emptiness, admire the moon and look for spring, recite poems and compose poems, and study abroad, which has a generation of wind.
The flow counselor is impassioned and cherishes the gray world, and Yu Yu is boundless. "Twenty articles surprised the sea, after all, empty.
About what? "At that time, I was eager to find my hometown, and the clouds covered my eyes. I finally found out that "this hometown is not my hometown" and abandoned my wife and children in one fell swoop.
Chen Chao was born and became a Buddha among the wild cranes in the idle clouds. What road is this? Penglai Road leads to Yaoxian Mountain.
Master Hongyi found his way, but we don't know whether he returned to his hometown, but in the end he was "full of flowers,
Tomorrow is full and the moon is full. Of course, Mr. Yu Guangzhong is different from him. He is 100% secular, but for the sake of
Because of the spirit, I also realized in my mind that this kind of "homesickness" is an indispensable element of life. in addition
Mr. Yu ran away from home when he was young, like a chick flying out of the "nest of the mainland" Although he set foot on this world, he can only
Living in a corner of Taiwan Province Island, I look at the mainland with tears and miss the Chinese dream. I miss you deeply, but my heart is cold and cold, although I am disappointed.
I hope that after decades, I still can't imitate fish and swim back to the south to be the "boss" of geese. How can I not be sad, even crazy?
Spit out the pieces in your chest with hieroglyphs and release the hard ice in your heart. ...
What base is this? Homesickness.
What is this hard ice? Homesickness!
Looking through Mr. Yu's poems, we can soon find that there is a strong emotion in his heart.
Sadly, there is another country that is too beautiful to draw. Sadness seeks an expression, and hometown needs a place. therefore
After the death of Master Hongyi, he set foot on Penglai alone to find his way home. He chose "love" first, and he loved and loved.
Surprise the rainbow, crack the Xia, and penetrate the heart.