What are the poems recalling hometown?

"Silent Night Thinking" Author: Li Bai's foot is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Berthing Guazhou Author: Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? ⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙𕬙𕬙. () hometown author: Qt. It is difficult to leave home for a long time. Only Fiona Fang knows the world. What would the well look like if it weren't for the gold medal? Cui Lin Peach Tree No.9 is a big family in our village. Butterflies dance and bees play with flowers and dew. Sucking honey, falling red like a note, from morning till night. ⊙\8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \8857; \88857; \88857; \\\ ⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙ 1 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 80 Selected Works of New Oriental Memories 27 Quiet Beauty Is Not Afraid of Late Spring Happy rain moistens the grassland green, birds sing and butterflies dance and Yan returns. ⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙⊙𕬙𕬙. This situation is the most fascinating, with hundreds of birds fighting for butterflies and dancing. The Millennium history book of 96 ancient hometown writes about your vicissitudes. Outside Yanmenguan is my hometown. Spring dresses up the faces of the four seasons. Time is like a song. Time is like a dream. Dreams are fragrant. The star of hope is shining and the flower of happiness is blooming. Huairen, the beautiful hometown of Northland, loves your scenery. Outside Yanmenguan is my hometown. The Yellow River flows through the beating heart. There are hundreds of rivers in Huainan, and the benevolent wind blows thousands of miles to the far road, yearning for passion. The morning glow in the east, the hometown of youth, dyed your makeup. The shepherd boy sings on the shore, and the old father hoes beans. After bamboo, after bamboo. Ducks croak on the stream. 96 autumn rain, wake up after a big sleep and listen to cicadas. In the past, restaurants wanted to get drunk, and their thoughts and worries disturbed their hearts. At that time, we were allies of Xi-Xi Club, but today, we are lonely. Don't hate the dim moon, just because the moon in my hometown is bright and round. There are many birds, dogs barking and dreaming in the quiet forest. Li Antang is homesick, thinking of that soft heart. I went home to visit my relatives and hurried through first frost. The cock crows and the bull plows. The morning glow reflects the guest's face, and the east and west meet. The roses in half the yard are red, and the smoke in the kitchen is curling up. The door of the new building is open and Huatang is full of vitality. 96% water is a natural color, and the green waves are far away. The washerwoman by the stream is free at dusk. Rest on the shore stone, and the beauty drives away the troubles.