(Yu Guangzhong) When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is 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. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. Written in 1972
Homesickness (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.
Nostalgia of Northern History
Full text of poetry
homesickness
Beishi
My homesickness
It's a string holding a kite.
The farther away from home
I think the longer you spend,
My homesickness
It is the precious wine in my heart.
The longer you leave home,
The more mellow the taste.
My homesickness
Stars hidden in the sky.
In the dead of night
And then shine one by one. ...
My homesickness
It is a full moon over and over again;
My homesickness
It's a row of sailboats;
My homesickness
It is a continuous sea;
My homesickness
This is a distant coast.
Hometown is a magnet.
My hometown is placenta.
My homesickness
It is the child's expectation for milk.
This is an unrequited anxiety.
It is an unshakable homing and attachment!
homesickness
backbone
We are all children,
Met by chance on a seagoing ship.
After laughing and talking about the bad information,
Sit opposite each other,
Silently, they are homesick.
Remember the fifteenth night,
The silver light of the full moon
Shoot at the boundless sea.
The strings are slowly pulled apart,
A rude and unattractive tone,
In the wind,
Caused infinite sadness.
Remember the morning of 17,
Thick fog blocked the window,
Cold and boring.
Sitting next to each other in the corner—
A tragic scene of not being yourself,
When Mann whispered:
Let you cry and touch your clothes.
"You are really children,
At this moment,
How to make Zhuang language? "
My friend!
The future is just an uncertain star,
Looking back, I saw the flying flag of love.
For my hometown,
We're just kids!
Can't make Zhuang language,
I can't bear to be brave,
I will not be brave!
AoHongliang's homesickness
Title: Homesickness
Original text:
Tears of missing hometown
Falling under the eaves of rainy days
In a bowl
fan li
Swallow into the stomach
Drunk and homesick
Drunk in a dream
Dreams are in the countryside.
This is a reed flute.
Sing in the hearts of homesick people