Author: Yu Guangzhong
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
homesickness
Author: 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 separation
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
homesickness
Author: Ao Hongliang
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
homesickness
Author: Beijing Normal University
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
Full moons over and over again;
My homesickness
It's a row of sailboats;
My homesickness
It is a continuous sea;
My homesickness
It's 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!
Teach me how not to think about her.
Author: Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
You are April on earth.
Author: Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the wind in all directions; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; fresh
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
In the water, you are swaying like a dreamy Bai Lianhua.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!