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Homesickness is the purse that the guy wears on his waist.
Every time I see it, my heart is like a fire.
A delicate face, a slender figure.
Bite the heart of lovesickness.
The pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, how dexterous.
Pick the love one by one.
Even if it's a different day.
And tie up the people who hold each other's hands firmly.
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Nostalgia. In the afterglow.
Hours. Nostalgia is a small stamp.
I'm on this end. Mother is over there.
Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.
I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.
Later, heh. 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.
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Modern poetry about nostalgia Poetry about nostalgia, the famous Taiwanese poet Yu Guangzhong's poems express his longing for his hometown, his longing for the motherland, when you were a child, you were at this end of my house, when you were big, you were inside and I was outside, and now I am at this end of the strait, you are at the other end of the strait.
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Modern poems about nostalgia are still relatively well written, this is the context of the movement of life, and they all miss the good life of their hometown.
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Hello, according to your question, as far as I know, you can use, as a child, home is a stamp.
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1, "Homesickness".
Xi Murong. The song of the hometown is a clear flute.
It always rings on a moonlit night.
The face of his hometown is a vague melancholy.
It's like waving goodbye in the fog.
After parting. Homesickness is a tree without annual rings.
Never grow old. <>
2, "Still Hometown Beauty".
The bamboo pillars in the forest are deep and secluded, and a piece of green wood is the wall.
The clear stream is accompanied by stones, and the wooden trestle is like a gallery.
Look at the mountain scenery is the mountain situation, the rivers and mountains are vast and look at the eyes.
Life has a long friendship, but this scene is better than hometown.
3, "Welcome to My Hometown".
My hometown, Li Gomei, is famous.
The small river in front of the village flows with clear water.
The peach forest behind the village is full of flowers.
There are vegetables in the greenhouse in the field.
Uncle and uncle are warm-hearted.
Welcome to my hometown.
The courtyard is clean, harmonious and dignified.
There are all kinds of melons, fruits, pears and peaches.
Yangge street lamps until dawn at night.
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1.Nostalgia.
When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at one end and my mother was at that end.
When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end.
Later, nostalgia was a low grave, I was outside, and my mother was inside.
And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, and the mainland is at that end.
2.Nostalgia.
The song of the hometown is a clear flute, which always sounds on a moonlit night.
The appearance of his hometown is a vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog.
After parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings, never aging.
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Thirty years ago, you looked at me from the top of the willow tree, I was young, you were round, and people were round.
Thirty years later, I look at you from the top of the coconut tree, you are a glass of country wine, you are full, and you are full of homesickness.
Under the Full Moon".
The moonlight on the ground, no one cleans it, then fold a wider lotus leaf, wrap a piece of moonlight back, go back and sandwich it in Tang poems, flattened, like a pressed acacia ......
Moonshine has the fragrance of lotus leaves.
Homesickness" Xi Murong.
The song of the hometown is a clear flute, always sounding on a moonlit night, but the appearance of the hometown is a vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog.
After parting, nostalgia is a tree without growth rings, never old.
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