A poem about homesickness for the performance!! Emergency!!!!

I miss my hometown. The sound of the water is in the autumn of the high tide.

Swam south.

Years left traces of summer.

Roam the fringes of the countryside and countryside.

The moment when the rain falls.

Fold a kite and fly to your hometown.

Living on the edge of the railway.

Occasionally take a walk on the railroad tracks of the city.

The root of the inner part of the mind.

It's like a derailed car.

There are no dead necks and heads.

I also know how to stretch and understand.

Every silent memory and thought.

The naïve story of that spring.

The pavilion greets you by the river in the countryside.

The dawn of my hometown.

The depths of longing.

There was a tone of silence.

At that time, the emotions of the hometown were flying.

In this hot summer day.

I miss the land of my hometown deeply.

Missing my hometown Wen Luer Countless nights Waiting for spring under the lamp.

As soon as spring comes, the flowers will bloom, and I will think of the flowers and the ...... of my hometownSpring is waiting.

Again and again slid past me.

Hometown, gradually gone.

In the bitter memories of his hometown.

The wind is always so light.

The rain is always that fine.

The aroma of mountain apricot blossoms.

You can go through all the seasons of your life.

Every time you turn it on. It's like a jar of osmanthus rice wine.

Light and sweet. That struggling river.

The cattle-herding path that will never be walked out.

On the branch of the tree that was bent by countless naughty feet.

A pomegranate that never grows.

And also. Father's ever-stern gaze.

Grandpa's faintest and faintest smile ......

I was one of the worst seeds my father planted in my hometown.

In the slightly salty soil soaked in the sweat of my fathers.

Mutation grows, blossoms, and bears fruit.

Finally grew wings - flew.

Far from home, away from father.

Stay away from the apricot blossoms that bloom in the mountains at night.

It was difficult to get out of the North Pass.

People who crawl out always want to go back on their feet.

Always the mother of a peasant woman.

In a hurry on the land.

Whimsically guarding suffering.

Watching the sunset.

Waiting for me to stand up straight and walk back in the twilight one day.

Mothers are enjoying poverty and hope.

I think of my mother. So I wanted to sing to my mother.

But I didn't dare to sing about my mother.

Whenever I sing Mother.

I couldn't stop crying.

No matter how long the love thread is.

I can't sing either. I can't finish singing.

The mother is as light as a wild chrysanthemum, as simple as a mountain spring, and as emotional as an apricot blossom.

I don't know if I'm far away from my hometown or if my hometown is far away from me.

I don't know if I betrayed the land or the land betrayed the mountains.

One day I rang the stone road with the sound of my foot.

One day I used a paintbrush to record the wrinkles on my father's face.

One day there will be no nation, no bel canto.

In the most primitive voice, he shouted Mother!

Check it out one day.

On the bluestone on the mountainside.

Handwriting on the teenage moments.

Whether it has long been blown away by the wind.

And also. At the beginning of the love silk, the shout on the top of the mountain.

Is it still floating in the valley.

Isn't "Homesickness" in the afterglow the most suitable?

Homesickness in the afterglow.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

Don Kong Shaoan.

Falling Leaves" Falling leaves in early autumn are scattered like a guest heart. Flipping over the flight did not want to go down, still reminiscing about the old forest.

Don Song asked.

Title: "The Wild Moon Flying Goose in the South", it is rumored that this time. I have not done anything yet, when will I return?

The tide of Jiang Jing began to fall, and the forest was dim. In the Ming Dynasty, looking at the countryside, you should see Lingtou Mei.

Tang Wang Wei, "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Don Lee Bai.

Silent Night Thoughts" The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Don Lee Bai.

Guan Shanyue" The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldiers looked at the border towns, and thought about how bitter they were. High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

Don Gao Shi "Except for the Night".

The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, and the guest's heart turned sad. Hometown thinks of thousands of miles tonight, frost sideburns tomorrow another year.

Don Du Fu.

Fireflies are fortunate to come out of the rotten grass and dare to fly close to the sun. Before the book, you can order guest clothes.

The mantle is small with the wind, and the rain looks at the forest. The frost is heavy in October, and there are no rules.

Don Du Fu.

Remembering the Brother on a Moonlit Night" The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese in the autumn. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death. The length of the letter is not reached, and there is no truce.

Don Dai Shulun, "Landscape of Zhizhi River".

Panasonic spear pavilion is cool in May, and Tingsha cloud trees are blue in late. Pedestrians think about the infinite autumn wind, and the green mountains across the water are like hometowns.

Don Li Yi, "Boating".

The willow flower flew into the boat, and the water was led to the water flow. Hearing that the scenery is full of poplars, the sky is sunny and looks at the township building.

Tang Li Yi, "Listening to the Flute in the Surrendered City at Night".

The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight.

Tang Zhang, "Autumn Thoughts".

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

Song Wang Anshi, "Docking the Boat in Guazhou".

There is a water room in Guazhou in Beijing, and there are only a few mountains in between. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

Thousands of rivers and mountains are lost far and near, and they want to know where their hometown is.

Song Liuyong's "An Gongzi" Xiangguan: refers to the hometown. Describe the hometown across thousands of rivers and mountains, extremely far away, and miss it doubly.

I can't bear to climb high and far, look at my hometown, and it's hard to return.

Song Liuyong's "Eight Voices of Ganzhou" I can't bear to climb high and look at it, because my hometown is far away, and I can't see it, and it makes me feel like I return to my heart, and it's hard to take it.

Looking at the smoke and water in the township, I turned to my heart and gave wings.

Song Liuyong's "Returning to the Dynasty" Returning to the heart and giving birth to wings: The heart that longs to return to his hometown seems to have grown wings to fly.

Thinking about it for a while, his own emptiness is thin.

Song Liuyong's "Joy" Morning and evening thoughts: I miss from morning to night.

A piece of incense paper, write the meaning of the palindrome machine; If you want to reopen the volume, read it a thousand times and ten thousand times.

Song Su Shi's "Minus the Word Magnolia Flower Deshu" Xiang Paper: The good name of letterhead. Palindrome machine meaning: Former Qin Suhui once weaved cotton for palindrome poems and sent them to her husband, and the meaning of the words was sad and moving. Palindromic poems, words and phrases can be recited back and forth.

Helplessly, he secretly followed the flowing water to the end of the world.

Song Qinguan "Looking at the Sea Tide" The idea of returning home. The end of the world: the edge of the sky.

Hometown Yao, when to go?

Song Zhou Bangyan "Su Curtain Cover" My hometown is in that far away place, when will I be able to return?

Letters from home.

Lonely boy's ambition, longing for his hometown.

Song Zhang Yuangan's "Water Tune Song Tou Chasing Harmony" Lonely: Negative, I'm sorry. Hopeful: Distant melancholy.

Where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk.

Song Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva Man" Where is her hometown, unless she is drunk, she will be temporarily forgotten, which shows that the author is homesick all the time.

The brocade characters are all three or two lines, thousands of broken intestines, ten thousand broken intestines.

Song Xin Qiji's "A Cut of Plums" Jin Zi: refers to letters. All come: Sum up. Breaking people's intestines: Makes people extremely sad.

Once upon a time, the hometown was still a dream.

Song Zhao Dezhuang "Jie'an Ci New Lotus Leaf" Dreams are not: dreams are not dreams.

came to this matter, and between the eyebrows, there was no way to avoid it.

Homesickness [Song] Li Jing.

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home at the end of the world.

has hated Bishan to block, and Bishan is still covered by twilight clouds.

Jingkou Guazhou. Song) 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.

Thinking about Li Bai --- silent night.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festival.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Miscellaneous poems (Wang Wei).

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming?

Jingkou Guazhou.

Song) 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.

Thinking about Li Bai --- silent night.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raised his head to look at the bright moon, and bowed his head to think of his hometown.

Handan winter solstice night homesick --- Bai Juyi.

In Handan, it is the winter solstice, and the shadow of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Hope that helps.

Li Bai thought quietly at night, "raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown".

Crossing Jingmen to bid farewell to "still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see off the boat".

Bai Juyi Sauvignon Blanc "thinks about it, hates it, hates it when it comes back, and the moonlight people lean on the building." ”

Seven Uniques: Handan Winter Solstice Night Homesickness "Handan Post is on the winter solstice, and the shadow of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. ”

The Seven Laws "should weep when you see the bright moon, and the hometown is the same in five places in one night." ”