Modern Poetry: Home

Modern Poetry: Home 1

When my son was young

Home is your cradle

My mother’s arms are here

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Here are dad’s shoulders

When the son grows up

Home is your paradise

Here are dad’s dreams

< p>　Here is the mother’s smiling face

When the son is studying

Home is your haven

Here is the mother’s waiting

Here There are father's expectations

When the son joins the army

Home is your sail

Here are the father's hopes

Here are the mothers

When my son is on patrol

Home is your peace

Here is my father’s concern

Here is my mother’s concern< /p>

When your son makes meritorious deeds

Home is your circle of friends

Here are your father’s comments

Here are your mother’s likes

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When the son left home

The hearts of the parents have also moved

Following the son to the mountains and the road

Accompanying the son to protect the country and guard the border modern poetry: Home 2

I love my hometown,

The young Huangshi is really beautiful,

There are smart mountains here,

There are Moisturizing water;

The mountains of Huangshi,

are not as majestic as Mount Tai,

but have the majesty of a national mine park

The river in Huangshi,

is not as majestic as the Yellow River,

but has the beauty of the Yangtze River;

The land in Huangshi,

There is no tranquility of Hulunbuir grassland,

But there is a reputation as a copper capital that cannot be slandered;

The lake of Yellowstone,

There is no unparalleled legend of West Lake,

But there are unique magnets that add beauty to it;

The streets of Huangshi,

It is not as prominent as the Confucius Temple in Nanjing,

But there are thirty miles of Huangshi. The avenue embraces the river;

The river beach in Huangshi,

is not as famous at home and abroad as the Bund in Shanghai,

but it is comparable to the Shenzhongying River Beach Park ;

The temples in Huangshi,

are not as mysterious as the Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou,

but there is the Dongfangshan Zen Temple that has not been destroyed for thousands of years;

< p> Huangshi’s parks,

There is no legend of Guangzhou Yuexiu Park,

But there is Tuancheng Mountain Park where beauties sleep beautifully;

Huangshi’s famous brand,

It doesn’t have the domineering reputation of Pierre Cardin,

But it has Melya suits that are sold in Europe and the United States;

It has the place name of Huangshi,

There is no Shanghai City God Temple Like thunder,

But there are interesting Jitoushan, Niutail, and Majiazui;

Huangshi’s specialty,

It is not as intoxicating to the taste buds as Beijing roast duck.

However, there is Huangshi Harbor Pancake that makes people not regret eating it;

Huangshi’s stadium,

is not as famous as the Beijing Olympic Village,

There is a national table tennis base for world champions to sweat;

Huangshi’s square;

It is not as majestic and fascinating as Tiananmen Square,

But there are people The square is surrounded by mountains and rivers

Huangshi’s industry

does not have as long a history as Shanghai Fachang Machinery Factory,

but there is Zhangzhidong, a century-old steelmaking shop. rails;

Huangshi’s historic sites,

are not as famous as the Battle of Chibi, but have traces of the ancient battlefield of Xisai Mountain.

Fortress;

I love my hometown,

I look for it in my dreams and wake up laughing many times;

I am intoxicated by the mountains and rivers of Yellowstone,

I love its unique poetic connotation even more! Modern Poetry: Home 3

The calendar of time

The last few pictures of the countdown left

The footsteps of the Spring Festival

Coming quietly Beside people

Travelers in the distance

Driving on the way home

Like a yacht crossing the ocean

Setting off to return home

The whistle sounded urgently

The motor beeped

Full of a year's harvest

Carrying the expectations of the family

< p> hurried steps

carrying heavy luggage

hard work

vicissitudes of struggle

and the journey The fatigue of bumps and bumps

Long forgotten

The beautiful scenery on the roadside goes with you

The scenery outside the window has no intention of looking forward

Although the outside world is wonderful

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Returning like an arrow, missing my hometown

I wish I could take flight

Be at the side of my loved ones in an instant

Wading through many rivers

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Crossing the mountain ridges

Lao Yan flew eastward and finally returned to his nest

The wanderer rushed west to return home happily

Only excited

No sadness

Bon voyage

Safe and sound

I heard a friendly voice

I saw a familiar village

Dogs wagging their tails and making love

Magpies singing to their heart’s content

Family members can’t help but stare

Travelers have tears in their eyes

Even if there are a thousand words

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It’s hard to tell the sincere feelings of a wanderer

Farewell to my hometown for a long time

My family has worked hard

I am polite to my parents Modern poetry: Home 4

The less often you go home, the more you miss.

Miss - this word that lags behind the times

Just like a countryman

Like a countryman entering the city

Coloring the increasingly blurred things with the color of imagination

I miss my hometown, but I don’t want to let it go

It precipitates the memories of ordinary people

I only miss part of my hometown: from Nanling

to Beihe, from Liuxingqiao

to Qinglian Factory ( During the Chinese New Year, several uncles from my family went here and said that there were the ancestral graves of the old Shi family there.

I only miss that one morning, The hometown of mothers carrying water

, the hometown of handmade pancakes, rice dumplings and moon cakes

, the hometown of old orchard farmers chasing peach-stealing children

< p> I only miss my hometown

There, "hometown" has changed from a word

to a piece of land separated by a national highway

and a Man pulling a trailer. Now

When I write, I miss my hometown

The man pulling the trailer has stopped working

Like a machine

Like a machine A machine returned to the factory for overhaul

Waiting for rebirth

My feelings about myself are always accurate -

"In order to write an outdated poem

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That machine, along with my memory, has been undergoing overhaul for a whole year.

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The sun is fragrant and the years are quiet

In the harbor we shed the wind and rain

On the top of the country

Poetry The book spreads the wings of the wind

Carrying and lifting the distance

In your plump hinterland

The grass creeps up and the dust

is scattered into Flowing words

The boundless vision of a seven-year-old

Carefree clouds

The beauty of dreams

Filling childhood with prayers The starry sky

In the high heaven, we bathe

The gentle singing of nature

Above the temple surrounded by deep love

< p>We recite poems in the wind

We hold up the torch of our ancestors to illuminate the history books

We merge every sonorous word into the rushing mother river

Children live forever

Inheriting the eternal nostalgia

Green hills in the distance

We come to you from piety

Looking up at you in the name of a child at zero altitude

It’s like looking at a spiritual highland

North and south of the river

The grass continues to sing the glory

Singing the blue enlightenment in the world of mortals

One day, listening to the mountains and rivers

We will sing the innocence into a beautiful scene

——There are so many beauties in the country Modern Poetry: Home 6

People outside,

Longing to meet people in hometown,

Kind and calm,

Just like those in hometown On the land,

That feeling,

Warmth, warmth,

Sincere frustration,

I just like meeting people from my hometown.

I have been away for many years,

Still nostalgic for my hometown,

I love my family deeply,

Listening to the familiar local accent,

Intoxicated,

Listening to the long-lost local accent,

Dear,

My hometown is full of plot.

Meeting my hometown. People,

It’s fate, it’s fate,

Let us meet by chance in a foreign land,

***Remember the mountains in my hometown,

*** Talking about the water in my hometown,

People from my hometown?

There are many things I want to tell you.

People from my hometown! ,

Alone outside,

It’s not easy,

Going through hardships,

I can only think of you,

Hometown people - fellow villagers,

What a kind name,

Because life is richer with you.

Is the water in my hometown beautiful?

Is it close to the people in my hometown?

What does the water taste like?

Sweet,

What is a person?

People are happy,

Hometown people - fellow villagers, a good call,

This is what it means to meet an old friend in a foreign country.

It has been said for a long time,

When a fellow villager meets a fellow villager,

My eyes well up with tears,

Really?

Not just the two eyes,

The whole body is covered,

The blood is boiling,

The excitement is hard to explain.

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Little A made a statement about the winter vacation

Mr. B also basked in the happiness of being able to go home before New Year's Day on his scarf

The calm Fu Normal University is still as solid as a rock, adhering to the academic calendar

There are still nearly two weeks after New Year's Day

Let us wait and see how to calm down

I miss home, I miss home

I suddenly felt a little confused

What is home?

It is the place where parents and relatives are.

It is healthy and delicious meals.

It is the place where ancestors and clans are.

Or it is the place where we grew up. Testimony

That’s all, that’s all

I really can’t answer it

I’ll just make up my own mind

Ha! Home is where love is.

Facing the south

Reminiscing with a smile

I once had the same wish

To leave my hometown

To go there Wonderful university

Chasing distant dreams

To appreciate

The golden sun in the university

But what I see now

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But it is the withered yellow leaves in winter

And a thick layer of silver winter frost on them

The dream of the past, the me of the past

Carrying the innocence brought from my hometown

I set foot on this unfamiliar area

School, teachers, friends

Everything is unknown

Dreams are always so beautiful and clear

That we always think they are so far away

But slowly we discover that

are just reality It’s just the distance produced

As we grow up

It seems to be a step-by-step transformation

From youth to maturity

From fantasy to reality

But I understand in my heart

It’s just the dream standard lowering again and again

When the dream flies away

All we are left with is homesickness

Longing for love is a long and long yearning

After experiencing too much right and wrong

I suddenly realized that there will be an unforgettable chill in my home during this season

There will also be silver winter frost everywhere

Time is passing

We More and more, I can’t go home often

First, study

, then work

, and most importantly, the unknown marriage

It’s long and long It hinders my daughter's footsteps in every detail.

Yes! Is there anything worth remembering?

Every time we go home, our parents always give us a warm welcome

It seems like we are guests from afar

Why not?

Calculate carefully

This winter vacation is less than a month

A passerby is just a passerby after all, and he will leave again in a few days

But why is it still a simple and stubborn yearning? Here you go

Ha! In the gradually lost years

It is somewhat comparable to the beauty of my hometown

I raised my head and suddenly found that

When I was homesick, the college was cold

Outside the dormitory, the cold wind and the tearing sound of the window

The whistling makes me breathless Modern poetry: Home 8

The moon still shows a smiling face

The smoke from the kitchen is like a silk scarf blown by the morning breeze

The birds are singing in the trees

There are a group of stupid birds that cannot fly

< p> Don’t want to snooze, get up early

For your own sake, go and keep fit

Under the leadership of the guy with the red crown

Start Practice morning exercises

Walking and cooing

Heading towards the mountains, the goal is the grassland

Dozens of brothers and sisters

< p> Seize a piece of Feng Shui treasure land

Colorful and dazzling

Black, white and maroon

Not floral cloth, but cut into them The master's colorful clothes

They happily reported their achievements to the leader

I pecked a grasshopper

I caught a bug

I ate an ant

I don’t like living things, I only pick tender grass and sand

The host finally brought dinner

The sun is also slowly setting into the earth

After eating, go back to your nest to rest

Get up early as usual tomorrow

The days become more beautiful every day

Time - a conversation with you

A conversation with you across time and space, my dear

< p>You are the daughter of wood, I am you

The gradually emptying city

Time puts you in my heart, mine

The tip of the eyebrow is your wonderful experience

The accumulation of time, after you grow old

Crossing the river of sadness, your footprints have been stored

too much The emotions are left to

The flowers bloom and fall, and your crown is me

Half a lifetime of wandering, let alone blooming

Because I am strung up by longing In a string, hang far away from you

You can call it wind chimes

After the lake in your heart ripples gently, you will return

Tranquil, like me Sitting in front of a window

Hold tightly by the wind, hugged into dust

Rain lane, stones

Hometown, a deep and lonely rain lane< /p>

The ancient locust tree, with tears falling down. The memory of the past on the stone road

I was struck with tears and complaints. The wind beat a small grass

A skinny sheep walked through the cold

Approaching the old house, looking for the strength in his father's eyes

Being The frosty leaves hurt by raindrops, the call in silence

The wound that penetrates the bone

There is no need to escape. The walking season

Radish, green vegetables and sweet potatoes stand in one-third of an acre of desolation

The stone in the rain alley is watching the heavy spring of an old tree.

My thoughts are never sad

Mother, open the morning window

Father, take the vastness in the eyes of the Snow Queen into your heart

The wind coming from afar , blowing awake the sleeping winter sun

Text/What does Liu Ba want in life

My time is the most charming

Small village surrounded by green mountains

Singing along the clear stream

Childhood swinging on the back of a buffalo

Entering school happily

Facing brand-new textbooks

< p> A pair of small eyes suddenly flashed with confusion

Unable to resist the alluring scent of books

Struggling to put away the wild nature of the village boy

Staring at the teacher giving a speech on the stage

Gradually learn to squeeze happy time out of the sponge

Every inch of time is worth an inch of gold

Embrace the time that belongs to me to the fullest

Make rice paper with heart

Use words as brushes

Paint the most charming kindness of human nature

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Unresolved love

You It is the love of my life

My heart lake has planted lotuses for you all season long

I am devoted to you, waiting day by day to watch the rotation of the sun and the moon

But you wandered around the garden with the spring breeze

When the flowers bloomed, my face burst into tears

Meeting in the past life and meeting in this life is God’s arrangement

Alone in the world of mortals Falling in love with a far away figure

Guarding the belated grace devoutly

Reminiscing about the sweet old face alone in longing

I am quiet Thinking of the majesty of your body

The laughter and humorous literary talent reappeared in my eyes

I once showed me a beautiful picture in the sea of ​​​​love

Deeply My love is astonishing than the geese flying south

The excessive sweetness is blown away by the ruthless autumn wind

The literati, a string of love poems

And I I only have longing for you as deep as the sea

In my dream, the music played by stroking the Yaoqin is also deep sadness

I can’t help but the deep love that tortures me

< p> The true emotions of the sweet music, the moon is just a dream

The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, how can it not sweep away my thoughts about you

It comes and goes in a hurry, A flash of purple and red

Those warm words are a lie

I have no choice but to love that person deeply, I am a fool

Text/Queen

My dear, run!

My dear, run!

When the fluttering hair is no longer blown by the breeze

When the slender legs are no longer "electric"

When the graceful Pingting passes away

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Nothing can be repeated

So, my dear, run

Let the sweat spread all over the land

Let the wind blow and blow< /p>

Let the blue sky have your back

Let the thorns and weeds leave the traces of your expedition

Let the road leave your footprints

Under a thunderstorm

Even if you are thoroughly soaked

But it is still the joy of youth

Smiling in the sun

Running in the wind and rain

My dear, run!

That will be your beautiful past

That will be a unique embellishment

Run! My dear, I have you all the way Modern Poetry: Home 9

Humming the songs of childhood in my mouth

Thinking of the longing of first love in my heart

Always When I feel lost

I think of the road to my hometown

The road to my hometown

is full of many things

Memories

We left all our childhood there

Still remember the trees planted on both sides of the road

and the big banyan tree beside the campus< /p>

Are there more kind people on both sides of the road now?

Sometimes

We don’t forget to look back

Look back Those roads that have been traveled

The city now surrounds us

Will one day we can be as prosperous as other cities

Can the neon lights at night be okay? Light up the whole village

The village we lived in when we were children

At that time there were not so many people and there were no neon lights at night

But at that time we were living So carefree

When we grow up, we look back

The roads in our hometown have also changed a bit

Every door is paved with snow-white cement Road

Occasionally when I return home

I can still hear the quarrel between Aunt Zhang and her husband next door

Year after year day after day

We who have experienced the changes of the times

When can we feel the roads of our hometown

In those days

It is always when no one is around Staring at the sky in a daze

Can we change our habits in these days

Although the city now surrounds us

When will the road to our hometown become The main road of the city

Oh, the road in my hometown records so much

It records our childhood

Oh, the people in my hometown are so kind

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Tolerate everything about us

My father taught me when I was young

After I grow my hair, I must be a useful person

But who can really understand?

The road to our hometown is our last road

Oh, the road to our hometown,

It records everything about us! Modern Poetry: Home 10

1. Homeless

Ever since the businessman negotiated

I have been homeless

I still remember it in my mind

Holding a big black leather bag in my hand, I asked about it

It was said to be a real estate agent.

Come here for half a month, please

They destroyed this forest

From now on I will be a wanderer

Flying high High in the sky, spinning

I am a little bird

I am homeless

You know, for refuge

Day and night, I worked hard to climb up to the sky

Staring silently, crying secretly, shouting silently

My efforts

Being shoveled Cars and cranes were buried mercilessly

Hoarse throat

In the end, I couldn’t cry out for help

Again and again, I mustered up my strength and climbed up.

But once I climb, I don’t dare to look back

Ah, the tall buildings are following my footsteps

“People climb to higher places; Stand high and see far."

As for me, the end of my life

has forced me to have no way to escape

They don't understand all these difficulties< /p>

Only the poor children and their companions——

Crying to go home

That logistics center has already exceeded the limit of my imagination

2 More than ten floors of high-rise buildings

I counted five hundred and forty days

Finally, pointing at my throat

Can I still look back

< p>　2. Logistics Center

There is a forest

Our happiness

The birds store their happiness there

Once upon a time Happiness

There are farmers’ songs

There are shepherd boys’ piccolos

Now, a logistics center is being built

——Relocated

Look at the rolling yellow sand

Don’t your eyes hurt?

Homeless birds

Staring alone in the sky

I also want to ask you

Do you have the heart to look at the dust in the sky

Where was it?

There was Farmers living there

There used to be corporate factories

There

There used to be a small forest

What will happen in the 21st century?

Dry skin seems to have bloomed in the sun