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Rustic wine. Shulan.

Thirty years ago. You look at me from the top of the willow tree.

I'm young. You're round.

People are also round. Thirty years later.

I look at you from the tops of the coconut trees.

You are a glass of country wine.

You're full. Homesickness is also full.

Appreciation This is a small modern poem with color and flavor, light and thick. It is said that it is light, light in the poetic scene, a faint aroma of wine, a faint moonlight; It is said that it is thick, thick in poetry, strong lovesickness, and strong nostalgia. Carefully tasting this glass of "Country Wine" is really sweet and bitter, drunk and sober.

The layout of the lines and columns of the poems is completely the development and innovation of the Song Ci Xiaoling, symmetrical and uniform, simple and pure. Naturally, I thought of "Sheng Chazi": "On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was as light as day, the moon was on the willow tops, and people were about after dusk.

On the New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same, and I don't see last year's people, and my spring shirt sleeves are full of tears. "Folk Wine" draws the essence from the excellent heritage of national culture and uses traditional aesthetic forms to brew the national feelings of contemporary people. This kind of time spanning, the leap of spatial distance, and the change of the position of "you" and "me", although they are a few words apart, can move the scene, change the mood, its feelings from sweet to bitter, its thoughts from drunk to wake up, its place from the hometown to the other country, spontaneously produce a strong lovesickness, infinite nostalgia.

Homesickness North Stone.

My homesickness is the string that holds the kite.

The farther away from home, the longer the longing.

My nostalgia is the wine that I cherish in my heart.

The longer you are away from home, the more mellow the taste.

My nostalgia is the stars hidden in the sky.

In the dead of night.

Then they shined one by one, ......

My homesickness is the full moon over and over again;

My homesickness is a column of sailboats; My homesickness.

It is separated by the constant flow of seawater;

My homesickness is the shore far away.

Hometown is a magnet.

The hometown is the placenta.

My homesickness is my child's desire for milk.

It's an unrequited apprehension.

It is an unwavering return and attachment!

The poem is beautiful, easy to understand, and deeply emotional, and the author uses the scenery to describe the nostalgia appropriately. The first subsection: The relationship between hometown, wanderer, and nostalgia is likened to the line between a kite and a kite, which does not change due to space; Section 2:

Nostalgia is likened to a treasured wine, which does not change with time; Section 3: Nostalgia is likened to a star, which does not change because of busyness; Section 4: The moon, sailboats, sea and shore scenes express homesickness from time to time; Section 5:

Using the mother as a metaphor for the hometown, it expresses the sense of belonging to the hometown. Nostalgia has always been a topic that poets have been talking about, especially the Chinese and overseas Chinese who have gone abroad in modern times have added a touch of novelty to nostalgia, including both the heroism of glorifying China's ambition and the sentimentality of leaving home. The author of this poem combined with the process of studying abroad, and the poet's homesickness through euphemistic metaphors, metaphors, comparisons and other techniques, the deep feelings for his hometown are full and real.

The stream is in a hurry to flow to the ocean.

The tide is eager to return to the land.

In front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers.

He waved goodbye so easily.

And twenty years after the vicissitudes of life.

But our spirits return night after night.

The breeze blows by.

Then it turned into a garden full of tulips.

"Homesickness" in the afterglow

Nostalgia. In the afterglow.

When I was a child, homesickness was a little postage stamp, I was here, my mother grew up there, homesickness was a narrow ticket, I was here, the bride was behind, homesickness was a low grave, I was outside, my mother was inside, and now, homesickness was a shallow strait, I was at this end, and the continent was at that end.

Wei Shang Sigui "Meng Jiao".

Visit Qianlixin alone, return to Qianli River. Home in Wuchu Township, tears sent to δ happybr> Moonlit night in the Tibetan annex Lu Wen.

In the month of poverty and famine, the North Hall should also be illuminated. Turning back to lie in the dark, I can't bear to see the round light.

Suyun Dream Hall Ouyang Xiu.

When Beiyan came, he was faint, and his private books were inseparable from his dreams. The leaves of the well are exhausted, and the rain in the west window is not heard overnight.

Docking boat Guazhou Wang Anshi.

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, When will the bright moon shine on me?

Gift Wu Mountain" between the kings.

The sound of the city demolition is not in the night, and the water and wind are cool at the beginning of the river and clouds; Seeing that Jun has become a homeless guest, he is still talking about his hometown when he meets people.

"Night Life in the Guest" Yuan Kai.

The fallen leaves of Xiao Xiao River are long, and the way back to the old garden is even more vast. A new goose three more rain, where the pedestrians continue to bowel.

Just a gentle glance.

Swimming fish and fine rocks under the surface of the river.

You can see them in every detail.

The scales of the fish are shining.

And the texture of the stone is delicate and delicate.

The surface of the river is like flowing glass.

Flawless. Clean and transparent.

It makes people's mood clearer.

Far away.

On the other side of the river.

Until the horizon.

Everything is brilliant.

From time to time, a breeze blows.

Blowing up the plains.

Strengthens the light.

The warmth of the sun gives people a kind of warmth.

Look around. That river, that sand.

A striking contrast is formed.

A small river flows beside the sand.

And what about the sand? Quietly watching.

Until the river stopped.

Will we bury them the same?

Snuggle up forever.

Don't think I'm just a kid who doesn't grow up.

I understand it too. Be happy as they are.

Ask what is the love of the world, the direct teaching of life and death, all the sails in the world are short-lived, only the intention can be experienced, time is gone, the beautiful moment is gone, cherish this dry moment, everything will be eternal!!

Improvisation of a poem, I believe that the big cheater also has an experience.

I wish you all good health, all the best, and a prosperous Year of the Dragon!!

Gimbh, hasty and hurried!! I won't be able to do thisSlow to take the soy sauce, passing by. auspicious travel.

Here's a blog I wrote in December 2007:

When I take the car home, I always think of the crooked river, and my heart is anchored in the water.

You can always see people greeting each other on both sides of the river, and the simple words fly down on the river, and the splashing water droplets are crystal clear and blooming in the sun. Wherever the river passes, the land on both sides of the river has been blessed with a rich harvest year after year.

I especially like to stand on the top of the mountain and watch the smoke at dusk, a faint wisp of cyan, curling away. The green tiled house, like a naughty child catching grasshoppers in the grass, lies quietly in the green bamboo forest of the ravine. The river flows quietly as the tired people rest, bringing the story of the day to a distant place.

Such a village does not know the ancient geometry. Have previous generations performed in such a place? The crooked river must know, but such a secret will only be put in an envelope and sent to the place where the river passes.

The place where the egret rises and falls, on the other side of the river, finally resounded the mountain song in the dream.

The fish and the fine stones under the surface of the river can be seen in every detail, the scales of the fish are shining, and the texture of the stones is delicate and delicate, and the surface of the river is like flowing glass, flawless, clean and transparent, and it makes people's mood clear.

Far away, on the other side of the river, all over the horizon, everything was brilliant, and every now and then a breeze swept by, blowing the plains and strengthening the light.

The warm sand in the sun gives people a kind of warmth, and when you look at it, the river and the sand form a strong contrast, and the small river flows beside the sand, and the sand? Watching quietly until the river stops Will we be like them Snuggling together forever Don't think I'm just a kid I know It's just as happy as them.

Just a gentle glance.

Swimming fish and fine rocks under the surface of the river.

You can see them in every detail.

The scales of the fish are shining.

And the texture of the stone is delicate and delicate.

The surface of the river is like flowing glass.

Flawless. Clean and transparent.

It makes people's mood clearer.

Far away.

On the other side of the river.

Until the horizon.

Everything is brilliant.

From time to time, a breeze blows.

Blowing up the plains.

Strengthens the light.

The warm sand in the sun gives a sense of warmth.

Look around. That river, that sand.

A striking contrast is formed.

A small river flows beside the sand.

And what about the sand? Quietly watching.

Until the river stopped.

We won't be the same as them.

Snuggle up forever.

Don't think I'm just a kid who doesn't grow up.

I understand it too. Be happy as they are.

The wandering in a foreign country gradually alienated the appearance of the homeland About the hometown is more of the impression of childhood The hometown in the memory is the grove in front of the grandmother's old house It is a gentle river flowing The summer dusk weather is gloomy The appearance of the weather is always my aunt holding my hand Carrying a small yellow schoolbag There is always a freshly unearthed white mushroom growing quietly in the bushes Winter afternoon There is always a bright sunshine Move a small bench Lazily snuggle on grandma's lap A thin matchstick wanders in my ears Grandma's old cotton pants are the warmest place in winter.

The hometown mountain is still there, and the small river is clear.

The years are not forgiving, and my heart has changed.

From now on, in the laughter of the past.

Always in a dream, night and night.

The small river bends a flat boat, and the songs and laughter splash the clear stream.

Who's boy frolicking in the water, flying fish in the waves full of bamboo baskets.

The crisp sound of birds woke me up from my dream.

That clear river.

Gurgling through. With my joy, gentle sunshine.

The aquatic plants in the water flow are swaying happily. Changed.

A clear stream flows in a dream.

Back then, the years were only worry-free.

Now I know the taste of sorrow.

I don't see the original heart of the small cattle.

Looking at the green mountains and daisy like smoke, the deep pool of Bixi is like a mirror.

The peach blossoms are deep in the smoke, waiting for the children to play in the field.

Liyihan replied.

(1) Experience (2) Gentleness (3) Successively (4) Delivery (5) Warmth (6) Warmth (1) Childishness and innocence (2) Loss of the beauty of the hometown. The industriousness of the folks. Grandma's love. Friendliness of the neighbors.

He praised the environmental beauty of his hometown and the friendliness of his neighbors, and expressed his thoughts and feelings of missing his hometown.

Although I left the small village, but the small village of flowers, grass, people and things are imprinted in my heart, I will never forget the small village, never forget my lovely neighbors, and never forget my grandmother, so my heart is left in the village. The ending question shows my nostalgia for my hometown.

Tea, I would like to compare you to your hometown.

You are close to the earth, full of greenery.

Under the warm sun, life is lively.

Nourish my heart and give me strength.

You are the fragrance of the clear mountain stream.

It's the birds in the woods singing.

You are your companion at the small village party.

It's the elders' after-dinner conversations.

In early spring, the green peaks rise.

You came as promised, and invited me to taste it.

You made me feel the breath of my hometown.

The wisps of fragrance are like the hugs of loved ones.

Tea, you are not just a plant.

It is also the home of returning to Iwate in my heart.

I love you, and I love that soil.

Because of you, my heart has never left my hometown.

Flowers and sunflowers bloom all over the fields of their hometown, and the green leaves wave towards the blue sky.

Like a charming girl, she adds infinite charm to her home and branches.

She grew up with her hometown, and the baptism of wind and rain bloomed more fragrantly.

Watch her grow tenaciously under the scorching summer sun.

I borrowed things as pen and ink to write about my love for my hometown.

Like the sunflower, I also dedicate my youth to this land.