Deep homesick poems

(1) The moonlight in my hometown is the most indescribable tonight. Five thousand years, a full moon, nine mountains and rivers in Wan Li. Put sky lanterns, dance fire dragons, walk on stilts and sprinkle bean foam. Mid-Autumn Festival worships the bright moon, offering sacrifices to Han Yin Changhong. Homesickness makes an old friend drunk, and the past is endless, and the years are wasted. It has always been the fragrance of osmanthus, a wandering wanderer, quietly and emotionally crushing homesickness.

From January to Mid-Autumn Festival, listen to local accent or Jiangnan dialect; Love reunion, and the native land also invites guests from Saibei. And enjoy the exquisite autumn moon, and give China a cup to sober up. Children of Yan Huang, may the world be peaceful for generations to come. Fishing boats should sing at night, and a glimpse of autumn water gives birth to white dew; Jade people teach oral sex, Sanqiu osmanthus rains. Hand in hand, east and west, north and south, hand in hand at home and abroad, Mid-Autumn Festival night, * * * the world sings long. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the world sings harmoniously!

(2)

hometown

A street, an old street.

A pot of wine, a pot of old wine

A photo, an old photo.

There are many people in the street.

But many of these people are acquaintances.

Look at their faces,

Are printed with sunshine and smiles,

Printed with a vision for tomorrow,

Printed with the joy of family reunion.

Like a pot of wine,

Never tire of watching it, the older you get, the more fragrant you get.

It's like taking another photo,

It seems to be repeated every day,

But every day there are new ideas.

Autumn wind blows leaves all over the ground for life,

Autumn wind, don't let it wash away,

I just want it to represent light yellow, simple and fragrant.

Because this is my home, my hometown.

Moonlit Night in Hometown (Modern Poetry)

canopy of the heavens

Fall quietly

Feelings for hometown

Gently pour down from the nib.

Recall the wilderness of my hometown

Silver moonlight

Bite by a dog

The village sticks out its long ears.

Listen to the memories of the years.

Silently with a deep homesickness.

The old locust tree at the head of the village is as old as the years.

Grandpa's story grows here.

A dry pipe covered with moonlight.

Dreaming with the stars on the floor

Knock on Chai Men of the years

Glycol and simple gurgled out.

Youdengxia

Mother's rural ballads gradually merged into the soles of shoes.

That hit my mood.

Move the poplar outside the door

The moonlight sloshed.

More moved

Dogs barking outside the village

uninterrupted

Youyouyuan

Looking at the moonlight on the treetops

Bite gently

The whole village is asleep.

Put the gentle night

Ferment until dawn

The years are getting colder,

My hometown is idle.

On a cold night,

This desire,

Go to the Woods,

Go to the farmland.

Take the corn stalk,

Hide and seek,

Playboy is very stubborn.

The north wind blows,

Snowflakes fall,

Happy and carefree.

At the foot of Langya Mountain,

Is my hometown,

My cradle.

Shili Golden Beach,

Shili Taoyuan.

With the wind and rain,

How many years?

The hardest thing to forget is,

During the summer vacation:

In the shade,

Catch cicadas.

Inside the pond:

Play with each other,

Pick lotus flowers.

By the sea:

In the face of rough waves,

Sail,

Swing fishing boat.

In the fishing song:

At night,

Forget it.

How much hope is there in the dream?

Looking at home,

Affectionate

My hometown has beautiful scenery,

The water in my hometown is sweet.

When is the triumph?

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