Is looking at hometown a modern poem? What are some modern poems that express the author s nostalgia

Calculate. On January 24, 1962, Mr. Yu Youren wrote a sincere and melancholy poem "Looking at Hometown". This is a lamentation song written by him for his hometown in the mainland, in which the nostalgia for the country is overflowing, and it is a swan song that touches the deep pain in the soul of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", is a type of poetry, which is generally informal in form and rhyme as opposed to classical poetry. The discovery of modern poetry can be traced back to the end of the Qing Dynasty, when some poems imported from the West began to be translated in the vernacular under the influence of the May Fourth Movement, but the volume of these works was not very large, so it was relatively unknown. The name of modern poetry was first used in 1953 when Ji Xian founded the "Modern Poetry Society".

The main genres of modern poetry are the Crescent School, the Nine Leaves School, and the Hazy School.

When I was a child, I always wondered how this winding road could be so long, so that my little me would never reach the end of the road.

When I was a child, I always complained, how could this closed and crowded town be so small, so that I could never see the end of the sky.

When I was a child, I wanted to fly, I always felt that family affection was restricting my wings, I always felt that my dreams were sealed in love, and I was always impatient.

When I grow up, the road of my hometown, the water of my hometown.

It can only be carefully reminiscent in dreams.

The lights of the city are bright, but the one that belongs to me is missing.

The sky of the city is vast, but it lacks the wings that shelter me from the wind and rain.

The long road of my hometown, now that I want to come, it is like a thread, tying the wanderer's wandering heart.

The city of my hometown, if it is covered like a shed, is the eternal spiritual refuge of the wanderer.

1, "Under the Full Moon" is in the afterglow.

The moonlight is all over the ground, and no one cleans it, so fold a wider lotus leaf, wrap a piece of moonlight back, and go back and sandwich it in Tang poems. Flattened, like a pressed acacia ......Moonshine has the fragrance of lotus leaves.

2, "Homesickness" is in the afterglow.

Childhood. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket to the ship.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, ah. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

3, "Homesickness" Xi Murong.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings at night when there is a hole and the moon is bad.

The face of his hometown is a vague melancholy.

It's like waving the hands of the people in the fog and parting.

After parting. Homesickness is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old. <>

Nostalgia is an expression of the author's nostalgia for his homeland.

It depends.

Modern poems about the hometown are:Chapter 1: "Winter in Hometown".

I always inadvertently dream of returning to my hometown.

Especially in winter, there is a distant thought.

The grass and trees are falling, and the cold wind is whimpering.

The village squatted in the ashes of the setting sun.

Just like my ancestors, determined, indifferent.

They have conquered the earth, but they cannot conquer the care.

Under the ancient walls, smiles are carved into folds.

Looking into the distance, it looks like an oil painting.

Hanging in the lonely landscape.

Sunny day.

It will open the fairy tales that have been treasured for many years.

Smiling faces bloomed on the ice.

Spin, fly, fly, spin.

Beneath your feet are the clouds of freedom.

Glide lightly and ethereably, like an illusion.

The winter that often opens the memory.

One, two, white tidbits.

Like a fog, like a dream, like a bride's wedding dress.

The mountains are shining, and the dead trees are making new makeup.

A snowman smiled.

A group of children laughed.

Their smiles are brighter than dreams.

Approaching middle age, his hometown has turned into a wisp of nostalgia.

Childhood was lost in his homeland, and lovesickness wandered in a foreign land.

It's rare to see a smiling face with red lips and white neck.

Even worse to smell the baby's crisp cry.

A wisp of emaciated cooking smoke hovered over the ravine.

Below the lonely trees, below the imagination of life.

Chapter 2: "Heavy Snow Season - Nostalgia for Hometown".

In the winter when it doesn't snow in the south, in front of the window where the leaves fall but bloom.

I'm used to using memories to paint with you.

I drew the swing of my childhood, which was dusted by the years.

I drew the oath on the swing, frozen in frost.

But I can't draw you

Although you have been ill for many years, in my eyes, you still have such a young appearance.

I've heard you call affectionately on many nights.

I really went over and over again, looking forward to the lack of the moon and the full moon.

Next to the old house covered by the bamboo forest, is there still a smiling face of childhood?

Because I haven't seen each other for many years, I try to see myself as humble as possible, and humble.

Until the thoughts, squeezed into the bedside by sleeplessness, the thick stack of poems.

I heard about those ignorant loves, and went back to the small river where the moon was white and the wind was clear.

I heard that my father's haggard back knocked on the mottled window of the old house to tease Hu Yan.

And now, in the winter when it doesn't snow in the south, no matter how powerlessly I call Pei to stop the finger chain, the mountains and rivers are still stubbornly silent.

Just like his father's ravine-horizontal face, full of serenity and expectation.

Modern poems about hometown:

1, "Homesickness" is in the afterglow.

When I was a kid, nostalgia was a little stamp, and I was on this side, and my mother was on that side.

When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, and I was on this end, and the bride was on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave, and I am outside, and my mother is inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, and I'm at one end, and the mainland is at the other end.

"Homesickness" is a modern poem written by the poet Yu Guangzhong. The poem expresses a feeling of reluctance to love his hometown. The poem also reflects the poet's wish for the early reunification of the Chinese nation.

2, "Homesickness" Xi Murong.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of my hometown is a vague longing.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

After parting. Homesickness is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old. <>

3, "Homesickness" Bian Zhilin.

In the quiet night of this ancient city, I heard the Ming flute that I had heard in my hometown, although it was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but there was also the same sad singing.

What I remembered by chance was not my father and mother who had been separated for a long time, but the small pond next to the old garden, and the reeds and trees on both sides of the pond in the breeze.

4, "Homesickness" Ao Hongliang.

Tears of homesickness.

Dripping under the eaves on a rainy day.

In the bowl, in the rice.

Swallow it in your stomach and make the homesick drunk.

Drunk in a dream, dreaming in the country.

It's a reed flute.

Song in the hearts of homesickers.

Modern poems about hometown are as follows:

Hometown realism" green mountains and green waters, sunshine.

How beautiful the rural environment is.

The air is fresh and refreshing.

Stay away from pollution and worry free.

Quiet, tranquil and beautiful life.

Neighborly harmony and harmony pottery.

Green food is grown by hand.

Healthy and delicious food.

Idyllic scenery into the lens.

The old has a new look.

Life is a good experience.

Everyone's face is white.

Get rid of poverty and become well-off.

It all depends on the party's good leadership.

Hometown Concern".

The flying hoe bears witness to the hard work of the past, and the wind and frost of the years have knocked off the smooth feet.

What are the farmers who make the city people look down on.

but it has given us an eternal gift.

A little bit of grace will never end to missing.

The sheep are still grazing, and the cows are still walking.

A pair of shrunken feet, staggering behind.

Let that stubborn character dance with the land, <>

Until the end of life.

No matter how beautiful the scenery of the city is, it is difficult to compare with the dung ten of the hometown, and no matter how warm the human affection is, it is difficult to compare with the kind parents.