Modern poems about home 1. Modern poetry about home
What is home? Novel: What are Qin Mo's poems? What is home?
A thousand words!
I've traveled all over the world, all over China!
From small memories to big memories!
Barefoot when I was a child,
Snuggle under your parents' shoulders!
Feel very warm and sweet home!
Let the birds in the tree envy them!
I said when I grow up,
Be sure to let your parents have food and clothing and enjoy a happy life!
Watch the sunrise early and enjoy the rosy clouds late!
After graduation,
There is always a sound when you go out.
In a foreign land, I sang' often go home'!
At that time, home was my concern,
Every time I think about it, tears come to my eyes!
After marriage, warmth is home.
Whether it's windy or rainy outside,
Home is like a warm harbor!
There's another one waiting for her at the port!
I once asked her what is home?
She said it was rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea!
now
Responsibility and dedication have become a family!
Parents spend a lot of time!
The contradiction between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has intensified!
Sadness and joy all day!
Tired! ! Tired! !
Where is home?
2. Modern poetry with the theme of family.
Please refer to the merger of three suites at home;
1. What is home?
What is home?
Home is a warm hut in a storm.
Home is a hip flask on a snowy day.
What is home,
Home is pots and pans, oil and salt sauce vinegar.
Home is a hall full of children with red candles.
2. My home
Who will come to the desert garden!
Note that this road is covered with moss.
The golden wind sends leaves,
Float to the window, as for debt collection.
The charming girl who dropped out of school set the geese free,
The darling of bad karma picks wild vegetables.
Sitting under the roof with a good wife,
A stitch mended my broken shoes.
Autumn bonus is unintentional,
But not as those who used to be poor together know.
My home is a star on the horizon.
The streets of the city are brightly lit.
Neon flashing is not my home.
People in the community come and go brightly lit.
Warm and romantic is someone else's home.
The temporary apartment is brightly lit.
Cold and cheerless is still not my home
My home is a star on the horizon.
According to the lights on the way home.
But I can only look back deeply
Looking back at the stars in my hometown.
home
It is the Yellow River in the dream of a wanderer in a foreign land.
It is Mount Tai in the hearts of overseas Chinese.
This is the dawn in front of Tiananmen Square.
It is dusk inside and outside the Great Wall.
It is a nation gathered by square Chinese characters.
Yellow skin and black hair are surrounded by a flag.
A flag with five red stars embedded in it.
And 9.6 million square kilometers of land.
home
It is a hut that all the poor people in the world are happy under Du Fu's pen.
This is a stray dress that a loving mother can never sew.
This is the dresser of a woman's stove.
It's a man's cigarette case, a small handleless wine cup and a hot kang.
It is a warm harbor for people to escape from the wind, frost and dust in the world.
This is a free kingdom, where you can indulge your feelings.
It is an eternal station to accompany you all your life.
The Garden of Eden gave birth to the love of your life.
home
This is a nest on an olive tree in her husband's dream.
This is a colorful satin woven by his wife with painstaking efforts.
This is a naughty corner where children put their schoolbags.
It is a warm space frequented by friends.
It is the selfless care of flesh and blood relatives.
What people contact with sincerity is fiery emotion.
home
It is the source of Qianjiang River, a green land.
This is the beautiful wall by the Ma Jinxi River.
It's Nanhu, Binjiang, Chinatown and Jiangdong.
It's a place called Otan New District.
It can accept the happiness and hope of your life.
It can breed harmony and happiness in your life.
Her name is-
World home ...
This family is Qian Sun Zhao Li and Wu Zhou Zheng Wang.
Home is a place where young people have love and old people feel safe.
Home is the harmony and eternal love between husband and wife.
Family members are brothers and sisters, sharing weal and woe.
When we get together, home is the laughter that warms your heart on the table.
After parting, home is a candle that shines forever in my heart.
When I miss you, home is my mother's endless nagging.
In my sleep, the door is a magpie nest, and firecrackers ring on holidays.
Young and old, they formed a family.
Wherever you go, you will be worried.
Camouflage has Jiang Yan coarse tea.
That spoon is always on the edge of the pot.
Even without Xiaomi, as long as the whole family is healthy, they will be equally happy.
The ancestors said, "Everything prospers with family" and "Family prospers with wealth".
More understanding and harmony.
Home is our eternal spiritual harbor!
3. Modern poetry with the theme of family.
Please refer to the merger of three suites at home; 1. What is home? Home is a warm hut in a storm.
Home is a hip flask on a snowy day. What is home? Home is pots and pans, oil and salt sauce vinegar.
Home is a hall full of children with red candles. 2. Who will come to my deserted garden! Note that this road is covered with moss.
Goldwind sent the fallen leaves to the window, like collecting debts. Charming girls who drop out of school set geese, and the darling of bad karma picks wild vegetables.
A good wife sits under the eaves, and a needle makes up my whore. But unlike people who have been poor together, I have no intention of enjoying the beautiful autumn flowers.
My home is a star on the horizon. The streets of the city are brightly lit and neon-lit. People in my community are not brightly lit, warm and romantic. Their temporary apartment is brightly lit and empty. It's still not my home. My home is the star on the horizon, but I can only look back at the star home that went home deeply. It is the Yellow River in the dream of a wanderer in a foreign land, Mount Tai in the hearts of overseas Chinese, the dawn in front of Tiananmen Square and the twilight inside and outside the Great Wall. The gathered nations are surrounded by a five-star red flag, covering a land of 9.6 million square kilometers-a smiling hut written by Du Fu, wandering clothes that a loving mother can never sew, a kitchen dresser that a woman can never live without, a cigarette case that a man can never live without, a small handleless wine cup that is hot on the kang, a warm harbor that people can escape from the wind, frost and dust in the world, and a free kingdom that will always accompany you. Hengzhan is the Garden of Eden that gave birth to the love of your life-a nest on the olive tree in your husband's dream, a colorful satin woven by his wife's painstaking efforts, a naughty corner where children put their schoolbags, a warm space frequented by friends, selfless care given by relatives with flesh and blood, a passionate home that people are sincerely connected with-the source of Qianjiang River, a piece of green land along the river, beautiful city walls, South Lake, Binjiang and Chinatown. However, Jiangdong is a place called Aotan New District, which can accept the happiness and hope of your life and nurture the harmony and happiness of your life. Her name is Tianxiajia ... Home is Qiansun Zhaoli, the home of Wu Zhou Zhengwang, home is young and caring, home is husband and wife harmony, home is eternal love, home is brothers and sisters, home is the laughter that warms your heart at the dinner table when you are together. After parting, home is the light that shines in your heart forever. Home is a mother who never tires of listening. In my sleep, home is the magpie's nest at the gate. A family is formed when firecrackers sound on festivals. No matter where you go, you can take care of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. The spoon is always on the edge of the pot, even if there are not thousands of millet. As long as the ancestors of the whole family say "prosperous family" and "prosperous family", there will be more understanding and harmony.
4. Modern homeland poems
Modern poems about home;
my family
Liu Shahe
Who will come to the desert garden!
Note that this road is covered with moss.
The golden wind sends leaves,
Float to the window, as for debt collection.
The charming girl who dropped out of school set the geese free,
The darling of bad karma picks wild vegetables.
Sitting under the roof with a good wife,
A stitch mended my broken shoes.
Autumn bonus is unintentional,
But not as those who used to be poor together know.
Mid-Autumn Festival
Liu Shahe
The paper window is bright and clean, and the son goes to the workshop.
Saw big wood barefoot and naked.
The rhyme is sonorous and the rhythm is melodious.
Love him with iron teeth and feelings,
Raise my family of four;
Hate him for being heartless,
Chew my youth.
After eating spring and summer,
I came home late and suddenly smelled osmanthus fragrance.
Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Tell a good wife to come to the window and look at the moon.
My wife says the moonlight is really good,
It's time to wash clothes again tomorrow morning.
Why not go to bed in the morning?
Coax a child
Liu Shahe
Dad turned into a cow in the shed,
Today, I became a domestic horse.
Laughing, kneeling, crawling on all fours,
Be a good boy and ride a horse!
Dad took you to guerrilla warfare,
Do you think it's funny?
There is freedom in the hut,
Once the door is closed, it is home.
Don't run outside the door,
Go to the door and someone scolds you.
Only dad got you into trouble,
Be a good boy and whip it quickly!
5. Modern homeland poems
Three modern poems about home and country for reference.
"Going home for the New Year" Author: Diligent family is the carrier of the New Year, and the joy of home is thousands of miles away. Wan Li traveled home unimpeded, catching up with the happy New Year's Eve. These flowers are more beautiful than fireworks. "Year of the Farmer" Author: Zi Gui wants to see the wind blowing in the house, and his eyes are glued to the glass window. The kitchen will cook the sadness of the past, and the elders will count the joys and sorrows of the past. The children are watching the good days on TV, thinking that the well-off house is shaking, which is an illusion soaked in the old days. I want to keep pouring out all the happy fragrance from the jar. The dog's tail wagged a happy rhythm. Chickens and ducks run after their owners. There are dances and light songs from time to time. It turns out that life is like this. The daffodils on the windowsill nodded sensibly, and the wind slipped away quietly. Author: Why can't I go home for an appointment? The winter outside has lost my lifelong greetings to you, as rare as yesterday.
Start and finish, a fiery red river is unusual, rippling all the way in the dream. The voice sounded on the shore fell back to childhood, first crisp and then mellow.
If you detour around some detours, the distant mountains are lonely and quiet, and people are looking for him, but they are like fireworks in full bloom at high altitude, and fireworks are easy to get cold. The dream of hometown is fading.
6. Modern poems describing writers
Sitting in the silent classroom
The spring scenery outside caught my eye.
Took me back to the Spring Festival Gala many years ago.
Then I remembered the first two sentences of a song.
My thoughts are stuck in the past.
Faye Wong's "I do" came out of my mouth.
I came to my senses in a low voice.
Western clouds float in the communication between heaven and earth.
I kept going on my way home.
Trees with tender leaves on both sides blocked a ray of sunshine in the evening.
Fog rose in the distant fields.
feel that one is flying up towards heaven like an immortal
Around the forest
Birds in the forest often hear two homing songs.
The road home is darker and quieter.