The poem about cuckoo homesickness is 1. What are the poems about homesickness?
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John Doe Zheng Gu
Near the cold food, rain grass grows, two orioles sing green willows, warm play is full of smoke and weeds, and the product flow should be close to pheasants.
With the wind of wheat, Liu Yingdi. A line of egrets went up to the sky, the rain went over Caoqing Lake, and the flowers fell to Huangling Temple to sing.
Wait, is there a home to go back to? The window contains thousands of autumn snow in Xiling, and the wanderer smells that the sleeves are wet at first, and the beauty whispers.
Du Fu doesn't cry roast meat. Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship. Xiangjiang River is wide, and bitter bamboo bushes are deep in the west.
The ruffled skirt is monochrome, and both sides of Rong Ying's face are open. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
2. Nostalgia poems
Silent night thinking of Tang Li Bai's bright line at the foot of my bed, is there already frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep.
In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops.
How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel.
The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing.
How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing. On the banks of the river, Tang and Du Xunhe, holding horses, miss their hometown step by step.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound. Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun.
The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming. Farewell to friends in the river, go south to the place where Zhang Qiao in the Tang Dynasty accumulated homesickness, and the world gathered in turmoil.
The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn. Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat.
When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone. Homesickness, as a Tang Buxie and a traveler from the north, has never answered the letter from Yunnan.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors.
Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow on the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. Yunmeng Ancient Town visited the site of Ronghong's old country in the Tang Dynasty in autumn, and boarded a boat to visit the old place.
Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.
When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the customer turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right.
Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
And Sanxiang poetry Tang Gaoqu Qian Shan Wanshan north and south, Che Xuan who does not miss home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
Homesick Tang Emei Mountain is like oil, pity me not to sail. When the sails leave Gimpo, the songs will flow in unison.
Under the Full Moon is full of moonlight, but no one cleans it. Then fold a lotus leaf from Zhang Kuo, wrap it in moonlight and put it in a Tang poem. Flat, like suppressed acacia ... moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves.
Homesickness Yu Guangzhong's homesickness as a child is a small stamp. I was here when my mother grew up here. Homesickness is a narrow ticket. I was there when the bride was there. Homesickness is a short grave. I was outside when my mother was inside. Now my homesickness is a shallow strait. I'm on the mainland side and homesick there. The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a Qingyuan flute, which always rings on a moonlit night. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog.
After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old. The heavy dream of Daoxiang season hangs on the vast fields, and the fragrant breeze blows away the infatuated dreams of farmers. It's not lingering. In the festive atmosphere, colorful Jin Lang swings around in the arms of the water town, which makes people feel like sucking a thousand cups of wine. Here-when the fertile fields are thousands of miles fragrant, Wangxiangtai boarded the Wangxiangtai at the foot of the mountain and looked at the sky on the horizon. Feng Yun has a little country accent. There is no Lin Taoshan Road around, which is curved and narrow. Only my hometown has seen the mountains and water in my hometown, the willow and locust in my hometown, and that home.
3. Write homesick ancient poems and modern poems
1 "Nostalgia" Nostalgia Ice and snow melt in the embrace of warm sun, and the grass is lush and green. When the east wind blows the poet's wine that hurts spring, the sunset slowly falls with the flying flowers in March. In March, I dragged my long figure and wandered the streets of a foreign land. The stranger's face is cold and indifferent, looking at every passerby in a hurry. When the endless silk rain obliquely shoots into a thin and dense net, it covers the wandering heart. However, I leaned against the dilapidated door of an inn and stared at my hometown. My dream home is a foggy and rainy village. The flower cat snored and curled up beside the needle and thread of the loving mother. When the cuckoo whispers in her ear, it is better to go home. We are all pawns crossing the river. There is no retreat, and there is no turning back. Distant homesickness is paid to the soil dripping with sweat. Persistent faith rippled on my deep forehead. There are red and green peasant skirts in my hometown. All this is both familiar and strange to me. I haven't seen the ancient sea otter for a long time. Brought me back to youth again. My grandmother is still standing under the tree, waiting for the storm. Now I am eager to find the old figure that seems to remind me all the time, until the tears of memories overflow my heart. The lovely cuckoo flies to the clouds and runs to the edge of the dome. At its feet, I stepped on the wet grass and danced in the wind. This is my hometown that I miss very much. The deep homesickness that has settled in my heart. The memorable piccolo came back in the afterglow. Mother, the East can't stay long. In the tropical ocean where the typhoon was born, the air pressure in the North Pacific was very low in July.
Come back, mom, the south won't stay long. On the equator in July, the one-way moxibustion on pedestrians' feet by the sun train. Come back, mother, the north can't stay long. In the white reindeer kingdom, there is no rest night in July, only daytime.
Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long. The small urn dreams of being next to the French window, accompanied by the plants you planted yourself.
Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire. Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming Road and bury you in a small grave in my hometown.
Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan. Willows hang down to your grave. When spring comes, you should dream of a girl and your mother.
On the Qingming Road, my footprints will be deep, and the willow's long hair will be dripping with rain. Mother, my memory will drop and my soul will come back. Mother, come and protect this empty city. When I die, when I die, bury me. Between the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, my head is resting, and my white hair is covered with black soil.
In China, the most beautiful and motherly country, I slept peacefully, slept all over the mainland and listened to both sides. Requiem begins with the eternal music of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, flowing and facing the East. This is the most indulgent and spacious bed, and people can sleep contentedly. Once upon a time, a young man from China once looked west in the frozen Michigan, hoping to see the dawn of China through the darkness, instead of going home. He used China's eyes 17 years of gluttony maps, from West Lake to Taihu Lake, and then to Chongqing with birds and flowers.
Homesickness was a small stamp when I was five years old. When my mother grew up there, homesickness was a narrow ticket. I was there when the bride was there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I was outside when my mother was inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. The first six hours in mainland China brought me a ladle of Yangtze River water. The drunken taste of the Yangtze River water is the taste of homesickness. Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water. Ah, Yangtze River water, give me a red Zhang Haitang, a red begonia, and a red boiling blood. Burning pain is the burning pain of homesickness. Give me a red Zhang Haitang, a red begonia, a white snowflake and a white letter. Waiting for a letter from home is homesickness. Give me a piece of white snow, a piece of white snow, and mother's sweet wintersweet. Give me a mother's sweet smell of wintersweet. It's the cricket. Mr y, a poet in Taiwan Province province, said: overseas, crickets are heard at night. It's that cricket, flapping the golden wind with its steel wings, jumping across the strait, landing quietly over Taipei and singing in your yard every night. It was the cricket that sang in July, in the Tang style cricket, in the nineteen ancient poems, beside Mulan's loom, and in Jiang Kui's words. It was the cricket that sang the bonfire of the Great Wall by the post road in the mountains. In the courtyard of the hotel, I sang among weeds in the battlefield, among lonely people, among wounded soldiers, I heard crickets singing in your memory, I sang about childhood surprises, I sang about loneliness in middle age, I thought of carving bamboo as a cage, I thought of moon cakes, I thought of pomegranate fruits covered with pearls, I thought of flying yellow leaves in my hometown, I thought of piles of hay in the field, I thought of my mother telling us to go back and add clothes. Many, many, many crickets in an alley in Taipei are singing, crickets in a village in Sichuan are singing, and everyone in China is singing everywhere, which is more monotonous than monotonous music and more harmonious than the most harmonious voice. Water is dew burning into light, jade fire turns into birds, partridges crow in the hearts of native speakers, crickets sing outside your window, singing outside mine, and you are listening to you. Miss me, I'm listening, I'm singing. Oh, you should guess what I'm singing and I'll guess what you're thinking. China people have the thinking of China people, while China people have the ears of China people.
4. The Legend of the Cuckoo
Zigui, also known as cuckoo, is another name for cuckoo. According to ancient legends, its predecessor was the king of Shu, named Du Yu and Wang Di. Later, he died of mourning for his country, and his soul became a cuckoo, crying very sadly. This may be a story imagined by our predecessors because they heard the cuckoo cry in pain. This paper is devoted to writing sub-rules. Starting from this story, I imagine Du Fu leaving the bustling place and wandering around year after year. This tragic experience is paving the way for the following expressions of sadness.
Because of the shrill cry and red beak, there were old rumors that cuckoo cried blood. The poet used this rumor to exert his imagination, saying that the red flowers on the vilen were dyed with the blood of the cuckoo's mouth, which enhanced the appeal of the image. However, what is the result of this wailing? Spring has come, the old country is still lush, lush and smoky, and its vitality has not been weakened by Zizi's sadness. Here, the spring grass is used as a foil, and their cheerful expression is regarded as a performance of indifference to Zigui's crying. The strangeness in imagination is better than the tears in front of you. In this couplet, "Other Mountain" (referring to a foreign land) and "Old Garden" are opposite, one is hot and the other is cold, and the reflection is bright, which highlights the tragic fate of cuckoo floating alone for help.
In the second half, we continue to describe the cry of sub-rules in various ways. The rain is faint and cold, and it screams desperately in the green trees; The moon sets obliquely, and it mourns the dawn sky. It just kept crying and pouring out its inner pain, from sunny to rainy, from night to morning. This sad and persistent call was introduced to the passengers on board at dusk by the river. Why didn't it touch people's homesickness and all kinds of unforgettable memories, which made people sad and sad?
Judging from the "Xiangjiang River" at the end of the poem, this poem was written in Hunan today. Author Wu Rong is from Yuezhou, Yinshan (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). When he was in Tang Zhaozong and Korea, he was dismissed from office and lived in Jingnan. This article was written at this time, reflecting his bitter mood of being frustrated in his official career and far away from his hometown. Poetry conveys meaning by reciting things, and the whole story is based on the sad cry of cuckoo. They are repeatedly rendered in ink and wash, but they do not fall into monotonous and rigid descriptions. Instead, the object of chanting can be integrated into various scenes and associations, and the positive writing and negative writing can be skillfully combined to achieve the artistic effect of "getting the spirit of things". This is undoubtedly a useful inspiration for writing poems about objects.
Zigui is another name for cuckoo.
"It is better to go home than to go home." The sad voice is annoying. You broke the spring, countless petals fell, countless people looked at you sadly, and you missed the seeds of spring.
For thousands of years, you have been attached to your hometown. I searched the dictionary, I traveled all over Sichuan, and I was looking for your trace. Weekend, that was thousands of years ago? Seven countries are kings, and you call yourself emperor in Shu. Your name is Wang Di, and you call yourself Du Yu. During your reign, you worked hard. Didn't Shu later become a land of abundance? When you learned that your prime minister Wushan made great contributions to water control, you neglected your own virtue and committed the country to death. You outlined a beautiful myth with your life.
What happened afterwards? Zuo Taichong said that Changhong's blood comes from blue, and Du Fu's soul comes from birds. Everyone in Sichuan knows that since you left, every spring, there is a bird flying from afar, urging people to sow with extremely sad voice. People say it's your soul. You are still reluctant to part with your hometown and your subjects. But why are you crying so sad? Gu Kuang said: "Sometimes Du Yu's grievances are accumulated, and it is very sad to cry once a year." . This, is it true?
So there is another kind of bird in Shu, called Zigui, cuckoo and cuckoo.
There have been many sad things in the Central Plains. In fact, before you, E Huang and Nv Ying jumped into the water and died. The two emperors and princesses became the water gods of Hunan. In Qu Zi's works, they are so verve. Is the beautiful Princess Xiang still so sad today? Xiangfeizhu is still available in Hunan. Wu Shuo in the Qing Dynasty: "When the neck falls into the hole, Tu Yushen cries for help." . There are many kinds of happiness in the world, but there are thousands of kinds of sadness.
"Don't be with the bright moon, listen to Zigui." You are tired, sleepy and bored after the trip. Go back, so go home.
5. Good words and sentences about homesickness
Good word: Spring flowers are brilliant and green, with endless aftertaste. Sweat is green, fat, red and thin. Fruits are rich and attractive, full of fruits, melons and fruits, fragrant fruits, fat juice, sweet orchards, fragrant fruits, full fruits, red fruits, broken branches and even red and green. Good sentence: 1, ah! What a noble idea! What a great soldier! For the love of thousands of people in Qian Qian, they gave their all and defended the sons and daughters of the motherland with their blood and lives. Aren't they our most respected relatives? Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower, and there is a thin layer of blue fog floating in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to be washed in milk, like veiled dreams.
There is a worn-out floral schoolbag in my desk bucket. Although shabby, it is my boat and my treasure. The schoolbag is a small boat, which carries me across the sea, across the rapids, across the rapids, drifting and sailing to the other side of victory; The schoolbag is a treasure, which contains my mother's affection and love and gives me the strength to move forward.
It finally took shape: a wide band made a modest cloth pocket, which really looked like a boat with the words "study hard and make progress every day" embroidered on it. The "height" of ordinary brush is about 6 inches, and this structure is only to meet the writing needs of different styles such as regular script, running script and cursive script.
The pen container is made of Coca-Cola cans, and hundreds of small conch shells stuck on the surface form a strange figure. There are more than 90,000 books in the library, from students' works to Shakespeare's plays, from simple science books to Einstein's masterpieces.
How many nights, the small desk lamp is on, accompanying me to review my lessons, it knows my troubles and happiness best. Mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, hillsides, forests, Qian Shan, a mountain garden, various rocks, majestic mountains, clear water, beautiful mountains, tall trees and lush valleys, green mountains and green waters, strange mountains in Qinghai, beautiful and barren, towering, winding clouds and strange peaks, towering and majestic mountains, clustered in Wanling, Qian Shan, hanging like islands.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth. The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.
The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable. The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.
Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.
The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold. The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.
At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting. Words: Long summer into summer solstice, early summer, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice, summer solstice and summer solstice. Spring goes to early summer, summer comes to the Spring Festival Evening, and early summer is orderly. Summer is in midsummer, summer is in the past, summer is at its climax, summer is at its climax, summer is at its climax, summer is at its climax, summer is at its climax, summer is at its climax, and summer is cool. Summer summer is hot, summer is hot, May, July and June are in full swing, summer is hot, summer is hot, summer is hot, summer is hot, summer is rainy, summer is rainy, summer is harvested, summer is sown, summer is busy, summer is sunny in June, summer is hot, summer is terrible, sun is poisonous, sun is hot, sun is hot, summer is hot, summer is hot. Xia Shu summer green water soup summer moon cicada singing sentence July, blue sky, hanging like a fireball of the sun, clouds seem to be melted by the sun, but also disappeared without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly. That day, it was terribly hot.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless. It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun! The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
Good words: star, star, cold star, lonely star, morning star, star.
6. Ask for all the poems about the cuckoo.
Rhododendron (Haloxylon, Rhododendron, also known as Rhododendron. )
1。 Li Bai's "Seeing Azaleas in Xuancheng" "Shu once smelled birds, and Xuancheng also saw azaleas. One is called, one is ileum, the other is broken, and I remember it on March 3. "
2。 "When the cuckoo blooms, people who hate the imperial city don't know. Ding Ning should never forget the spring breeze and compare with the beauty. " . (Tang Jianwu)
3。 Bai Juyi "holds two branches in his hand, but it doesn't look like something in the world." This thing in the flower is stone, and both hibiscus and peony are. " The poet praised azaleas and compared them to the beauty in a flower.
4。 Li Shangyin Jinse "I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. "
5。 Unique Memories of Seven Dabie Mountain Songs Reflecting Mountain Red —— Northern China and Southern Xinjiang travel all over the world, and spring comes and I remember Dabie Mountain best. Every family offered sacrifices to sweep the tomb of the Red Army and opened red azaleas in the wild. "Second," the cradle of revolution is not afraid of poverty, and border counties are glorious. Castle Peak is sprinkled with heroic blood, and everything is red only in spring! "
6。 Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Yuan Jiang
Works: shan ying Hongman
Content: "Before the wind in Grain Rain, there were beautiful flowers. Expose the national color, quality first, and spring work is successful. Luo Wei protects the gold mud from wrinkling. Reflect the rosy clouds and move your cheeks. Sky remembers that Yaochi Yuen Long once existed. A thousand turns, the ruby withers, and the worry is only fear, and it is difficult to face the clouds for a long time. Must be folded, embroidered bag to wear, bees must smell it frequently. The beauty worships the charming face, wears a red scarf and holds a golden cup of wine. Qian Qian's birthday. May the sleeves be long and fragrant. "
Rhododendron (commonly known as cuckoo, also known as Zigui, Du Yu and Zijuan. )
1。 Li Bai's "Seeing Azaleas in Xuancheng" "Shu once smelled birds, and Xuancheng also saw azaleas. One is called, one is ileum, the other is broken, and I remember it on March 3. " This poem expresses that when Anhui sees azaleas in full bloom, it can't help but think of cuckoo calls in its hometown, which deeply evokes the poet's homesickness. According to legend, the Zigui bird, the cuckoo bird, was transformed by the ancient Shu king. Its song is very sad. The azaleas were dyed bright red because the cuckoo called blood.
2。 "The cuckoo came in late spring, mourning for it. I often worship, which is the soul of the ancient emperor. " (Du Fu's poem Du Fu)
3。 Jinse Li Shangyin "I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. "
4。 Magpie bridge fairy heard cuckoo swim at night. "People are quiet, Peng window lights are dim." The Spring Festival Evening is full of turmoil. The warbler's nest is always silent, but on a moonlit night, she often cries out Du Yu. Rushed into tears, frightened and lonely dreams, picked up deep branches and flew away. So the mountains are unbearable, and they have been in a state of half their lives, drifting and swimming! "
5, step on the beach to visit Qin Guan "lost the tower in the fog, lost the moon in the middle of the month." Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are mailed. This hatred has no weight. Chen Qiang was lucky enough to go to Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for? "
6。 Yiwangsun Li Zhongyuan
"The grass is growing, and the sky is high outside the building. Du Yusheng couldn't bear to hear it. At dusk, the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door. "
Quite complete, hehe
7. Three nostalgic modern poems
Country Wine-Lan Shu Thirty years ago, you looked at me from the top of the willow tree. I was young and you were mellow. Thirty years later, I looked at you at the top of the coconut tree. You are a glass of country wine, full of homesickness. When I die, when I die, bury me. Between the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, my head is resting, and my white hair is covered with black soil.
In China, the most beautiful and motherly country, I slept peacefully, slept all over the mainland and listened to both sides. Requiem begins with the eternal music of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, flowing and facing the East. This is the most indulgent and spacious bed, and people can sleep contentedly. Once upon a time, a young man from China once looked west in the frozen Michigan, hoping to see the dawn of China through the darkness, instead of going home. He used China's eyes 17 years of gluttony maps, from West Lake to Taihu Lake, and then to Chongqing with birds and flowers.
Homesick snow melts in the warm sun, and grass grows green all over the world. When the bitter east wind awakens the poet's wine that hurts spring, the sunset slowly falls with flying flowers. March, March, I dragged a long figure, wandering in the streets of a foreign land. The stranger's face is cold and indifferent, looking at every passer-by who hurried by. When endless silk rain weaves into a fine and dense net, it covers the wandering mood and melancholy. The dream home is a foggy and rainy village, and the flower cat snores and crouches beside the needle and thread of the loving mother. The cuckoo whispers in her ear. It's better to go home than to go back to the cuckoo. We are all chess pieces crossing the river, and there is no turning back without a retreat.