Modern poetry that misses hometown?

Hometown, what is hometown? Hometown is a dream of your childhood. Hometown is a cornerstone of your growth. There is a song like this: "The most beautiful way to travel around the world is hometown, and the sweetest way is hometown." The following is my aaa, welcome to read.

Aaa 1: homesickness during festivals

Author: cool proud days

The bustling salute lit up the stars!

Fireworks in the festival reflect the lonely shadow!

Distorted loneliness, extending behind!

A little sad, like the wind!

Refers to the temples around, how many blue silk melancholy!

Years are old, and the annual rings between the eyebrows are sad!

Tragic and desperate past!

But; A luxurious encounter!

Leave blank; Continue to hesitate, lose tenderness!

Flowing emotions, across the pen!

Inverted the entanglement of sadness and joy!

However; Roll your eyes!

Blur mom's face!

Stubbornly drink the tears of homesickness!

Strong sense of responsibility, withered and left!

Laugh while talking and carve the memory on the note!

Aaa article 2: homesickness on a moonlit night

Author: Jia Yuan

Drink a pot of moonlight tonight.

Miss frogs and drums.

Towards home.

The wind in the north is melancholy.

There is dust all the way.

Like a faint silver light.

The hardships of the world

Chest burning

A cup of melancholy that has accumulated for a long time

Drunk the moon in the sky

Can't see the surrounding scenery clearly

Tears are hazy as frost.

Why is the phoenix tree green and yellow?

Mottled in the aging pond

The cicada in the tree is gone.

Can't sing to my hometown.

Aaa 3: a homesick man

Author: Poetic Prince

As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over

This man will be full of worries in the jar.

Bring it to drink.

In the moonlight

Lift your neck

Drink up the sorrow of the years.

I always sigh.

Never a little.

he said

By the bright moon and breeze

How can it be a reason to catch up?

Occasionally, the conversation will turn to other things.

Mention her

Beautiful saussurea involucrata on Eid al-Adha.

His eyes added expression.

It seems that milk fragrance is more human.

If the bright countryside

Accompanied by an ancient and cheerful dance

Light a bonfire filled with * * *

If such a forgetful soul

Never touched her.

The charming scenery outside the Great Wall.

he said

Without her

It is also difficult to embroider into the dream of homesickness.