have a dream
Leave home
stick it out
Satisfy the desire of both eyes
In childhood
Forever hope
Can grow a pair of wings
Soar in the sky
Go where your feet can't reach.
Twenty years of longing and yearning
It's already black and blue
Can't help looking back.
Hometown deep in memory
Has become blurred and almost forgotten.
transform
Reminiscent of the vicissitudes of life along the way
Just understand.
The farther you go, the higher you fly.
The longer the journey back.
—— 2011.01.04 Shangdang
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Lu Wenwang's "Missing Hometown"
The cold night is boundless
I am on my way.
Bare treetops
There is a curved moon hanging.
Lajin Dongjin
I'm wandering
Sad heart
Miss that familiar place
How many years?
I haven't seen my parents
How many years?
I still don't forget the thatched cottage in my dream.
A winding mountain road
A winding and narrow river
A lamb bleated its mother on the hillside.
With a cigarette in his hand
There is fire in my heart.
Live in a bustling city
Unforgettable white parents
This number is familiar.
The mobile phone is very hot
How many times do you want to dial?
But it's always an excuse, saving long-distance love and thinking too much.
Busy transportation
The neon lights are on
Wife hideko
A spacious room on the high floor
Just miss my parents.
Juvenile ambition
Go to a distant place
Travel to several countries
Dreams are hard to give up my hometown.
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Missing my hometown: snakehead bubble
It is said that my hometown has a vast grassland and flocks of cattle and sheep?
It is said that my hometown is the hometown of poetry.
It is said that hometown sings like a wolf, always containing lambs?
It is said that Ma Touqin, my hometown, sings melodiously, like a sad story about the desolation of life?
It is said that in my hometown, the sun is hot and cold all the year round.
Ah,
My hometown, your children, you play wherever you go.
Both talent and appearance, dust prodigal girl, can't give up on you,
That's your destiny, your earthy fragrance.
Hometown, I want to sing, I want to cry, it's you, the prodigal son in the distance crying for his mother.
I am a wolf in the north, running alone in your boundless chest.
You are my mother, I tear your body, nourish and suck your milk, and my blood is your tears.
On the Yuan Ye, beside the desert, in the small pond, in the woods, my eyes filled with tears.
I pull, I am a galloping mare, flying in the sound of the piano,
Hometown, have I left you for more than twenty years?
Do you remember me when I was a child?
Like to snuggle in your arms and bathe in the wind and frost,
Like to sing in your vast mind,
In my hometown, I am a China fool who lives in the Mongolian Plateau. Folklore wishes me to grow up and the lamb dresses me.
Yellow rice, bonzi porridge and yam eggs made me have a good time.
My hometown, I love your fragrance of weeds, your fragrance of cheese, your floating of blue sky and white clouds, your silence and emptiness.
My hometown.
What about the flowing old Ha River?
That travel-stained Horqin is green, looking for desolation? Is life calling for strength?
Hometown, I miss you, heaven and earth make me lie down, sunshine makes my thoughts fly,
Free you, my heart is with cattle and sheep, and my blood is with this hot land.
Melodious, vast, lonely, helpless, vigorous, cast your play.
My hometown, I can't,
If I have a choice in my next life, I will not hesitate to throw myself into your arms.
"Come back, my naughty boy" is always your wish to call us back.
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Jia Yuan's Homesickness on a Moonlit Night
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
Misty eyes like 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.
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Homesickness in May (group poem) Author: 176595062
the Peach Garden
The May Taoyuan in the Dream
I touched a peach blossom.
The deep and shallow wound has scabbed.
Facing the peach forest full of green fruits
Suddenly fell silent
It's like an encounter.
Meet the first love that once promised each other.
Even if you miss a blooming season.
Let's be honest.
More and more distant spring, I can't carry it anymore.
Peach. willow
A crescent moon hangs on the tree.
Like a boat.
In the breeze, I hummed my childhood songs.
Broke the night in my hometown
Tonight, among the wild flowers by the river.
The white butterfly sings and dances lightly.
Landing on banks, canals and docks.
The fragrance of the village intoxicated one land.
At the entrance of the village, accompanied by peaches and willows growing all the way.
Holding a tree and homesickness
Light up my way home.
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Li Xianxiu's Homesickness
One is in Putang,
Tang Wei No.1:
Two ears in my hometown.
Two ears in my hometown,
Grow into this book,
I caught him,
The whole hometown was uprooted,
The smell is fragrant.
The sky outside the window,
Still gloomy.
Heart, my heart,
The weather began to turn from cloudy to sunny.
Night is the best magician,
Put sunflowers in my hometown,
Dive into a dream.
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Homesick Song Author: Listening to Spring
Like rain, like fog, like smoke.
Silk, wispy, curly
Floating, hovering, winding
Whose heart and dream?
Autumn wind meets dusk
Autumn rain is accompanied by homesickness
Worry, haggard in the falling red
Nostalgia, flicking in the faint piano sound.
Autumn wind in Jiangbei
Blow thin whose heart?
Autumn rain in Jiangbei
Whose forehead is wet?
Silent night, sitting alone in a lonely hall
When people are quiet at first, the wind is colder.
Dew slowly soaked the thin clothes.
The night will be over and the wine has stopped.
Tears crept across the homesick face.
Strange moon
How to reach the circle of the old country?
Sigh the dream of wandering world
Miss the homesickness of the moon.
Tonight, my friend
I want to be Wan Li Changfeng.
Take it to your hometown.
A piece of white clouds
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Homesickness Author: Ye Tao
A thin moon in a foreign land outside the window
Hanging in the air coldly.
Reflects silver light.
Particularly bleak
Is it the silence of night or the cold of light?
It makes me homesick.
Listen to the sound in the corner
Insects and birds sing.
Miss like wild, grow crazy early.
Think back to happy family reunion.
Yingying turned silently with tears in her eyes.
Look at home.
Call my parents gently in my heart
I wish my parents happiness and health.
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Homesickness author: Mai Shu
Probably used to walking at night.
But I don't know where to go.
Probably used to walking alone.
But I can't erase my homesickness.
Even if the traffic is like a flood
Crush my bones
Souvenir for the soul
This is the smell of the country.
In the dark night
Obstacles to homesickness.
Concave-convex-convex
So, my forehead bursts with a few words:
Is spring green? Who can tell me?
I'm going home.
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Homesickness Author: www.duwenz.com with mountains and rivers.
Father's face is getting old.
Bend down like a bow.
Accumulate a lifetime's time
Take care of this land
He is dissolute.
Sweating like a pig.
Like a hot bill in your hand.
I can't save it or catch it.
Moisten my seedlings
Hope with a dark forehead.
A country standing in the sun
My youth is racing against the seedlings on the land.
Finally bought one.
Tickets stuffed into town
Days away from home
I always feel that something is missing.
Think carefully and find out the answer.
People stay in the city.
Xinque
Leave it in the country
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The homesick song of the stream: leisurely to the stream
mountain stream
Quietly flowing
I'm thinking silently.
Why did it flow out?
qing quan shui
Never look back.
Is that her?
Afraid of getting lost
Can't flow to the ocean
Is that her?
Forget the way home
Silent stream
Flowing far away
A winding stream
Twisted songs
My hometown is getting more and more confused.
I want to put it
Tears of pain and sorrow
Join the ocean together
riding the winds and breaking the waves
Broad heart
Cherish your hometown forever.
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Homesickness of the Four Seasons Author: Away from Chang 'an
spring
The morning breeze blows gently, and it's a little chilly.
The sunshine tenderly touches my heart.
Winter jasmine blooms quietly outdoors,
The fragrance is flowing on the way home.
summer
Zigui sings in a foreign land,
Summer insects sing at midnight.
Without a sip of wine brought from my hometown,
Xiangxiang is chasing the busyness of work.
autumn
Autumn wind shakes the golden land,
The wild goose discharged the verses of autumn poems.
The long flute carries the local accent and homesickness.
The village is rippling with fragrant rice.
winter
Cold snow and ice can frostbite everything,
Freezing didn't hurt Yiyi's homesickness.
The cold wind can blow everything away,
Decisively crack down on the desire to return to China.
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Homesickness on a rainy night Author: Monologue on a Fantasy Night
Avoid the cold of autumn.
How much rain is there?
Bleak season, rainy day.
Who whispers in the rain and fog
Who is lonely under the sky?
Who has quietly thought of his hometown?
Who cares about the elderly parents at home?
Who is looking at the direction of hometown?
Be secretly injured
Raindrops floating in the dark sky
Whose hair tips have been soaked?
Whose clothes are wet?
The falling rain ran down the hair tips.
Whose eyes still have shallow marks?
Leave the cold in your body and in your heart.
Sad eyes are still remembering.
Remember the warmth of family.
Can it still spread in the cold?
Drive away the cold after rain
Under the cold sky
In the dark night
Only raindrops are singing softly.
Only people from other places are whispering in the rain.
Wanderers in the distance walk alone.
Lonely shadows on both sides add to the gloom.
Rainy night, less appreciation.
More is the inner hesitation.
There is no guidance from home.
Maybe I'm really confused
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In September, the tenderness of homesickness was folded. Author: Qi Tieqing
Discover the hometown of broken wings.
No matter how high your heart is, you can't fly out of the long silence of a lonely journey.
Eye depression makes autumn water flow backwards.
Yesterday's paper boat was full of fallen leaves.
Walking with you, I don't know how to collect tears
When I want to cry, my keen eyes are red.
The last few cicadas stopped the crazy growth of annual rings.
The heart-wrenching pain spread to the practice of past lives.
The chrysanthemum stage can't hold all the love.
Drunk the forest in the north with September.
Looking back and smiling, I won countless kisses from men and women.
Your beauty has aged me for many years.
Sitting on the autumn rhyme folded by the evening breeze, waiting.
The sad flute sounded again.
The artistic conception of autumn is too deep to see the bottom.
I am a stranger. I am your next lover.
Too much love wastes the index of sunshine.
The old love locked in the eyebrows burns the afterglow of the dance.
The withered fingers of willow trees on the shore startled the returning migratory birds.
A glimpse of the lush scenery in September.
The full moon is a lamp that ignites the tears of homesickness. Author: Zhou
My parents are still with my childhood yard.
Old houses, like their body bricks, piled up into books in the wind and rain.
Buds on the roots of old paulownia trees that fell in the storm that year.
The crown that rose high into the clouds proudly recommended itself as the bookmark of the courtyard.
Oh, my return every year is a pilgrimage.
In the book of hometown, parents become poems.
I close my eyes, I can shed tears, I look at the sea.
In this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, people clearly saw that mussel beads condensed from the sea fell from the sky.
Really, my hands are folded and I can't wait to go back to my hometown at this time.
When the moon is full, my dream of accompanying my parents will also come true.
On the ocean of tears, there is a boat made of my wishes.
My folded palm is a sail for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I won't get lost. I am reciting poems in my hometown yard.
I will not run aground, and my tears will not dry up.
It impacts all the banks in the world.
In the whimpering accusation, I put myself in the trial of atonement.
Let my soul take my wish boat to meet my parents.
Because my sails are full of the wind I miss.
Because the full moon burned my mind.
Because the full moon is a lamp that burns out homesick tears.
Because the moon in my heart and the moon in the sky are the flowers of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
It is two sister petals in full bloom.
Parents, I endure tears, and the full moon is as bright as a lamp.
It is a Hà Thu in the West Lake, burning my homesick tears.
I recite calligraphy in my hometown yard. That's my parents' eyes.
I want to go home and kneel to my elderly parents.
Kneeling in the womb like a baby, parents' affection spreads like vines in the desert.
The song of camel bells, countless endless camel bells
Let me go far away, and then I will take pictures of the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Still can't cry on the sailboat leaving tonight.
The full moon is a boat lamp, burning my homesick tears.
Tears turned the books in my hometown yard over and over again, and I folded my hands to read them.
Sleep when entering nirvana sleep.
I am another bookmark of my hometown poetry book.
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Homesickness Author: Lonely Wanderer
Winter is coming.
Snowflakes are flying again.
Childhood dreams are long gone.
The past seems to have frozen.
I used to be young and energetic.
Now in retrospect
Leaving only desolation.
Looking at the moon and thinking about my hometown.
Where are all the people in Tianya Township?
I can't bear to think and forget.
How can you only go home in your dreams?
Look at Yuanyuan Mountain.
Red leaves are like fire
It still smells of grass.
But where my mind sleeps.
Tears wet my clothes again.
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Kevin·Z's Homesickness
The long grass is swaying.
The cuckoo's deep song.
Quiet mountain flowers are in full bloom.
The fragrance of purple songs
Green stream, flowing.
A sad voice
In the vast, green melody, running towards
My hometown
I saved it when I was working outside.
How much homesickness is helpless
In the suburbs, that old locust tree.
It is a paradise for my homesickness.
Beautiful neon lights also shine with my pride.
I can't forget the small pond where the lotus was first put.
Hour hand and minute hand, cutting off
A sun and a moon.
The second hand is correcting, and I keep dreaming.
Under the white lotus, there are ripples in the fish
Exaggeration, your handsome face
In the bright moonlight, you sing softly
Singing the poems in our hearts …