A short poem suitable for reciting

homesickness

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!