Please help find poems about nostalgia Sheila

Looking through the water of your hometown, when will you return in your dreams?

The sky is raining, and I will cry for me.

Tianjingsha Qiusi.

Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road is a thin horse with a west wind, the sun is setting, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world.

When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp, I was at this end, my mother was there, when I grew up, homesickness was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, the bride was at that end, and later, homesickness was a low grave, and I was outside, and my mother was inside. - In the afterglow.

The simplest poem by Li Bai is 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.

Also, where is the sunset township, the Yanbo River makes people worried.

Fly first, stupid bird, I will love you forever!

Nostalgia.

In the afterglow, I was young.

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, nostalgia was 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.

Homesickness Xi Murong.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

Always on a moonlit night.

The appearance of the hometown is a vague longing.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

Homesickness after parting is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old. Four rhymes of nostalgia.

In the afterglow, give me a scoop of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.

Wine-like Yangtze River water.

The taste of drunkenness.

It's the taste of nostalgia.

Give me a scoop of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.

Give me a begonia red, ah begonia red.

Blood-like begonia red.

Burning pain of boiling blood.

It's the burning pain of homesickness.

Give me a begonia red, ah begonia red.

Give me a piece of snowflake white, snowflake white.

The letter is as white as a snowflake.

Waiting for a letter from home.

It's the waiting of nostalgia.

Give me a piece of snowflake white, snowflake white.

Give me a plum fragrance.

Mother-like plum fragrance.

Mother's fragrance.

It is the fragrance of the countryside.

Give me a plum fragrance.

Rustic wine Shulan.

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

I'm young. The countryside is also good.

You are round, and you are round.

Thirty years later. I look at you from the tops of the coconut trees.

You are a glass of country wine.

You are full of nostalgia and sorrow.