Poetry of missing hometown
Days away from home
night
The way back to my hometown is always at the moment when I close my eyes.
Go deep into my heart and wander with my memory.
on the way home
It filled my childhood.
Sadness and joy are mixed. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces
Now I think
Whether it is bitter or sweet.
That is a melodious song in my memory.
Touching the heart is like a clear spring.
Hometown road
Carrying my yesterday.
I was in rags yesterday.
Run with the wind
On the overgrown dirt road
Chasing the smiling spring
2. Homesickness in the rain
Continuous drizzle, continuous drizzle
The raindrops falling in the sky form lines.
It's like a wanderer cutting off his mind.
The rain in my hometown
A clean village must be washed again.
The wheat waves rolled in the villagers' dreams.
Smoke billowed from the corner of the eaves among the green trees.
Imagine climbing to the top of my hometown.
Father is sitting on the door of the old house.
Wipe the fatigue on your forehead with the back of your hand.
Light a cigarette and squint.
The rain kept dripping on the eaves.
Into a cheerful stream.
Flowing to the green fields
Sitting at the door of my hometown
Sitting at the door of my hometown
Look at the clouds in the sky.
Tile blue sky
Because the more clouds, the deeper.
There is a thick bowl on the apricot tree in front of the door.
A donkey is chewing grass.
I don't know which donkey barked.
The donkey also raised its neck and barked.
A white rabbit
As white as snow.
I suddenly got a fright.
Paused and ran to the grass.
Several chickens are screaming.
Run out of the grass
One of them.
Swallow a bug when you stretch your neck.
A familiar voice
Let me see the crossroads.
Shoumama
Is driving the pig home.
4 homesick songs
feel homesick
This is a melodious song.
Melodious and beautiful songs
Always in the middle of the night
The moon is high and the stars are blinking.
A wisp of Wei Yun was cut by the breeze.
Always on such a night.
I sing softly with a homesick heart.
Lovely and beautiful hometown
Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters
The golden wheat wave must be rolling in again.
You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again.
Tonight, sleep quietly.
Sleep with my hometown in my dream
Have a happy dream.
When I wake up, maybe.
Father drove the donkey with a whip.
Hope a little more.
5 Hometown, My Poem Line
Hometown, a village lying in a ravine.
I want to use the pen in my hand
Rubbing the thoughts flowing in my heart.
Write a poem praising you.
Hometown, hometown
The rolling back of mountains in the sky.
The winding stream in the canyon sings softly.
Under the moon, the flashing lights are bean yellow.
The breeze lifted the night.
Time has given wings to the dreams of the mountain people.
Fly, fly ...
Fly to the glorious front
Hometown, in the dim candlelight.
Your son
Tap the keyboard with tears in your eyes
Line up the missing sentences into jumpers.
Go home on may day.
Pack a bag of homesickness and set foot on it
A train of cars crawled on the mountain road.
Dear hometown
Your son is coming towards you.
There is dust all the way.
How many times have I returned to the dream of a wanderer?
Homesickness is like this flying dust.
Fall at home in the middle of the night
The mountains are all green. The stream flows slowly.
How many times have I returned to the dream of a wanderer?
Homesickness is like this beautiful scenery.
There is a flowing picture in the poem of the wanderer.
All the way, the willows are green. Hua piaoxiang
How many times in the memory of vagrants?
Homesickness is like this touching spring.
In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown
Lead to lingering attachment.
go home
The wheel ran over the mountain road in my hometown.
therefore
There is a corner that is the eaves of vicissitudes.
Hidden among the leaves.
Poetry after waking up at 7: 00 noon
My hometown is used to entertaining wanderers returning home.
Wanderers are not used to sleeping quietly at home.
Take a nap. Wind, birds, chickens, tractors
Knock hot money out of your dreams.
The sun shone obliquely on the face through the window grilles.
The sound of birds mingled with the children's laughter.
The echo of spring.
Walk out of the wooden fence-like gate. look
The breeze chases spring and runs in the blue sky.
Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves and cheered for spring.
Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside.
Poems of hope roll on the land of hometown.
On the edge of the village, children are playing with apricot, pear and peach blossoms in their hands.
The adults blamed the children for scaring away spring.
Look at that. There are a flock of birds on the old locust tree.
In the rebuke of adults
flap the wings
Fly west towards the sun.
Hometown, hometown
Hometown, hometown
Where I was born and raised.
Every night in a foreign land
My dreams always haunt you.
That winding mountain road
Leave every footprint of my growth.
Witness the growth of a mountain village boy.
Witness the slow development of a mountain village.
Green fields along the mountain road
The rolling waves of spring breeze
Just like the good hopes of the villagers.
Drift to the distance of dreams
Daodaoshanliang is connected with the field.
Delay to the distance of dreams
A mountain disappearing into the sky
It is the expectation of generations of grandparents and grandchildren.
The loess house at the foot of the mountain.
A face carved by wind and frost.
Rough hands covered with calluses
Touch the childish faces of children and grandchildren
A willow tree around the house
With wisps of smoke
With the wishes of the villagers
Ran Ran is flying in the blue sky.
A few friendly calls from cattle and sheep
Wake up homesick wanderers in my dreams.
Knock out a few lines of poetry on the keyboard.
Like a river in my hometown, it flows quietly.
Beyond the mountain is my hometown.
Beyond the mountain is my hometown.
The grass on the mountain fluttered with the wind.
There are beautiful ponds and fertile fields under the mountain, and the green fields are fragrant.
Most importantly, the river in the ravine is like a beating pulse.
There are endless apricot branches in spring.
In summer, there are green leaves covering the sky and overflowing with coolness.
The continuous drizzle in autumn can't cool the hearts of lovers.
There is no trace of snow in winter, but it can't bury the impulsive feelings of young people.
Beyond the mountain is my hometown.
A steady stream of smoke and river water.
Endless beauty and endless comfort.
Always moistened into an idyllic beauty that stays in my memory.
10 Wang Xiang
The vast night sky
crescent moon
With tired eyes open
Stare at the light
Light brings warmth.
Sprinkle into the night sky through the window
Maybe it's just your own house.
There will be endless warmth.
Missing is a lonely figure.
Dreams are missing hearts.
True feelings come from the heart.
Love always reveals the truth.
At this time, the midnight bell has struck.
A wanderer who likes to be homesick.
In the dim candlelight
Look at the end of the sky
1 1 homesick wanderer
The moonlight is like a dream.
The moonlight shines on my dream hometown.
I miss a wandering heart.
The vagrant loves his hometown.
The new moon among the stars is bent.
But the parents' expectant eyes
But my brothers and sisters really hope.
More like a lover's peach blossom petal-like tender face
I stand at the top of the night.
Handfuls of kitchen smoke gathered in my hometown.
But I miss my hometown deeply.
Crushed and sprinkled on moonlit nights in my hometown.
12 Dashangou-My Home
On the Loess Plateau
There is a big crack in the earth here.
There is a sunken pit at the joint.
Lying in the hometown of dirt
Rolling mountains
Extend to the end of the field of vision
stably
Like a lying lion
An abrupt mountain peak
day and night
Where are you standing?
Overlooking the village where smoke is scattered.
canyon；rift
A cut made in the ground by a knife.
A trickle in the canyon
It's blood from the wound.
One road after another
crisscross
Like blood vessels
It's just that the blood vessels in my hometown are too small
Plumes of smoke
It is their hope that rises.
Look at the upward trend.
No, just like their lives.
13 full moon
This bright moon
Hanging in the light blue sky like a jade plate.
In silence
Overlooking the vastness of the earth
The moonlight is beautiful.
Pale yellow like orange juice.
As white as milk.
Give people a sweet and refreshing feeling.
Moonlight penetrates the flowing white clouds.
Through the bright night
Through the dense Woods
Written on the calm lake and lotus leaf. ...
Take advantage of this moonlight
Send a homesickness.
My hometown is in the canyon.
To the people lying in the canyon at the moment.
Homesickness on a moonlit night
Yueer
Please tell me.
My chimney
Did you smoke in the kitchen?
Yueer
Please tell me.
My dear father.
Have you finished smoking that half bag of dry cigarettes?
Yueer
Please tell me.
Love my mother the most.
Have you finished washing the dishes?
Yueer
Please tell me.
The cow I grew up with.
Did you just lie on the ground?
Dear moon
Please open your eyes.
take a look
Hometown located in a ravine
Dear moon
Please accept my idea.
Just tonight
Take it to my hometown.
Dear moon
Please tell your hometown.
No matter how far I go.
I will always miss my hometown.
15 winter vacation
Another winter vacation is coming.
Keep an eye on time
Like a river running eastward.
An endless stream of wandering homesickness.
The winter vacation is here.
Go home, go home
Home is a bright light at night.
Guide the wanderers in the distance
brick by brick
Come back from homesickness
Endless suffering
For example, at the door.
Looking forward to your son coming home.
A smile full of vicissitudes.
At the moment of hugging each other
find
The day is engraved on my father's forehead.
Several traces of wind and frost
Time is on wrinkles.
Flowing gently
Talking about creation:
A child who came out of the countryside on the Loess Plateau lives in the city and can't shake off the thin figure of his hometown in the sunset all the time. The barren and backward small village with clear sky and clear water and flocks of cattle and sheep left my best childhood memory.
Whenever I look at the sky at night, I can't sleep. Moreover, I am a very delicate person and easily get emotional. Whenever the moon hangs in the sky, I always think of the village where I grew up for nearly 20 years, and think of everyone, everything and even every narrow path in the village. I like to write my hometown into beautiful songs with my words, or break it into simple and rhythmic poems. Although I am working hard, I feel that I can never express my love and hate for my hometown with deep feelings.
I like the mountains and rivers in my hometown, the simple folks in my hometown, and even the cattle, sheep and mules that I grazed every day when I was a child. Perhaps they are the best memories in my life.
Now, in this city with a strong pace of life, I get up early and go to bed late. I study the classic books of saints day and night in the library and classroom to replenish my spiritual nutrition. Although it is very hard and tiring, when I think of the poverty and backwardness in my hometown and the need for our generation to change, I feel that the task on my shoulders is so great that I can no longer waste my time and youth in a city full of feasts and desires. So I resolutely chose to study silently. This kind of life is boring, but fortunately I am a person who likes poetry. After studying, I recited some touching poems, which made me feel relaxed and happy.
As the saying goes, "Read 300 Tang poems by heart, even if you can't write, you will recite them." In the process of constantly absorbing the nutrition of poetry, I slowly tried to write poetry, and later contributed to newspapers and magazines with the encouragement of teachers and classmates. To my relief, my poor work was actually edited and published. Driven by this motivation, I keep writing and contributing. Later, the teacher introduced several literary websites, which were published quickly, so I wrote more frequently. At present, more than 400 poems have been published on literary websites such as tea fragrance.
Poetry enriches my life. In my boring college life, poetry is like a trickle, lingering in my life, and poetry is like a hazy color picture scroll, which brings me artistic enjoyment. I like poetry, her charming figure and her gorgeous dancing.
For a young man of literature and art, the road ahead is still very long, but I believe that on the bumpy road of life, I will persist in writing poems and enrich my life with them.
I want to sing with poetry, my hometown and my life!