Poems about hometown

The days

nights

The road to my hometown is always in the moment when I close my eyes

The road to my hometown

Sprinkled with the sorrows and joys of my childhood

The road to my hometown

The road to my hometown

The road to my hometown

The road to my hometown

Sadness and joys. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiles

At this moment I feel

Whether once bitter or sweet

In memory it is a melodious song

Moving like a clear spring

The road in my hometown

Hears my yesterday

Yesterday I was in rags

Running with the wind

On the dirt road filled with weeds

The road in my hometown

Was filled with the tears and smiles

At this moment I feel

It is filled with the sorrows and happiness. I ran with the wind

by the side of a dirt road full of weeds

chasing after the smiling spring

2. I miss my hometown in the rain

The rain is drizzling, the rain is drizzling

The raindrops in the sky form a line

just like the traveler's longing for the past

The rain in my hometown

Must have washed away another village

Wheat rolls over in the dreams of my folks.

The smoke rising from the eaves of a house in the middle of the green trees

Imagine climbing up the hills of your hometown

Father sitting on the door of the old house

Mopping the tiredness from his forehead with the back of his hand

Lighting a dry cigarette, he squinted and watched

The raindrops on the eaves of the house continued to fall continuously

They merged to form a cheerful stream

Running into the lush green fields.

Sitting on the doorstep of the old house

Sitting on the doorstep of the old house

Watching the clouds roll in the sky

The blue sky

becomes deeper with more clouds

On the apricot tree in front of the doorstep

A donkey is chewing on the grass

I don't know which donkey brayed

The donkey brayed too

The donkey brayed too.

The donkey also craned its neck to bray

A white rabbit

as white as snow

suddenly jumped past me

stopped and ran into the grass

Several chickens clucked and screamed

run out of the grass

One of them

swallowed a worm with a stretch of its neck

A familiar sound.

A familiar voice

made me look at the intersection

A thin mother

was driving her piglets towards home

4 Songs of Homesickness

The song of homesickness

is a melodious

lilting, melodious, melodious song

always in the deepest of nights

the moon is high in the sky, The stars are blinking

A wisp of cloud is cut by the breeze

Always on nights like this

I sing softly with a homesick heart

Lovely, beautiful hometown

Blue skies, white clouds, green hills, green water

The golden waves of wheat must have started to roll again

Look at the corners of the townspeople's mouths, smiling again

This night, I'm at peace with myself

It's the first night of my life.

Tonight, sleep in peace

Sleep with your hometown in your dreams

Have a happy dream

When you wake up, maybe

Your father's donkey with a whip

has brought you some hope

5 My hometown, my poetry

My hometown, a village lying in a valley

I will use the pen in my hand to write a poem about my hometown. I will use the pen in my hand

to knead the thoughts that flow in my heart

to write a poem to praise you

Hometown, hometown

In the spine of the rolling hills in the sky

in the ravine, the meandering streams sing softly

In the moonlight, the lights are glowing with a yellowish hue

The breeze lifts up the corners of the night's curtain

The days are then spent in the dreams of the mountain people, the days of the people of the mountains. The days then take wing in the mountain man's dream

Fly, fly ......

Fly to the glorious front

Hometown, in the faint candlelight

Your son

Taps the keyboard with his tears

Arranges the lines of longing into leaping

6 Going home on May 1

Packing a bag of nostalgia, I embarked on

a train of cars creeping along the mountain road

Dear hometown

Your son is coming towards you

Dust is flying along the way

How many times have I traveled to my hometown in my sleep

My nostalgia has fluttered down like this dust

in the late night of my hometown. The mountains are verdant all the way to the hometown. The stream flows slowly

How many times have I dreamed of a wanderer

The thoughts of my hometown are like the beautiful scenery of the mountains

A picture of the wanderer's poem

All the way to the willow buds, which are green and new. The fragrance of the flowers

How many times have the memories of the wanderer

The thoughts of the countryside are like this touching spring

In the deep vision of the wanderer looking at his hometown

The wisps of attachment that can't be brushed away

Going home

Wheels rolled over the mountain road of his hometown

So

there is the corner of the eaves of the house

Hidden in the crevice of the leaves.

7 Verses after waking up from a siesta

The hometown is used to entertaining travelers returning to their hometowns

The travelers, however, are no longer accustomed to taking a quiet

nap at home. The wind, the birds, the chickens and the tractors

knocked the traveler out of his sleep

Sunlight slanted through the windowpane

Birdsong mixed with children's laughter

echoed in the springtime

Outside the wooden fence-like gate. Look

The light wind chases the spring in the blue sky

The micro clouds wave their snow-white sleeves to cheer for the spring

The green wheat seedlings spread a carpet on the mountain slopes

Hopeful verses tumble over the land of their hometown

By the side of the village, the children frolic with apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, and peach blossoms in their hands

Adults reprimanded children for scaring the spring away

The children were also scolded by adults for frightening the spring away.

Look. A flock of birds on the old acacia tree

Amidst the adults' scolding

fluttered their wings

and soared toward the westward march of the sun

8 Hometown, hometown

Hometown, hometown

The place where I was born and raised

Every night when I drifted in a foreign land

My dreams were haunted by the image of you

My dreams are haunted by the image of you.

The winding mountain road

leaves behind every footprint of my growth

witnesses the growth of a mountain boy

witnesses the slow development of a mountain village

The green fields along the mountain road

roll in the spring wind

are like the wonderful hopes of the townspeople

drifting towards the faraway dream of the future.

The mountains connected to the fields

are stretched out to the faraway land of dreams

The peaks that disappear in the sky

are what the grandchildren have been looking forward to from generation to generation

The loess houses lying underneath the mountains

have faces that have been carved with the wind and frost

With their calloused and rough hands they have been stroking the soil.

Touching the childish faces of their children and grandchildren

The willows and poplars that surrounded the houses

and the smoke from the cooking fires

carried the wishes of the townspeople

and drifted up to the blue sky

A few cows and sheep's affectionate wailing

woke up the dreamy wanderers who missed their homeland

and tapped a few lines of poetry on the keyboard

like the old house, it was the only place where I could see the old house, the new one.

Like the river in my hometown, it flows quietly

9 My hometown is on the other side of the mountains

My hometown is on the other side of the mountains

The grass on the mountains dances with the wind

The beautiful fields below the mountains are fragrant with the fragrance of the green field

Best of all, the river in the ravine is like the pulse of the mountains

Spring is filled with the springtime of the apricot blossom

In summer, the sky is covered with the blossom of the apricot blossom

In summer, the sky is covered with the blossom of the almond blossom.

Summer is cooled by the green leaves that cover the sky

Autumn's continuous rain can't cool a lover's heart

Winter's heavy snowfalls can't bury young people's impulsive feelings

My hometown is on the other side of the mountain

The endless smoke of the cooking pots and the river water can't stop flowing

The endless beauty of the river can't be described and the comfort can't be overstated

Always, the river has been nourished by A beautiful idyllic scene is pasted in the memory

10Looking at the countryside

The night sky

The moon

Opening its tired eyes

Staring at the lights of all the houses

The light and warmth

Spilling through the windows into the night sky

Maybe only in your own house

There is a warm and cozy feeling in your own home. The warmth of the house

Thoughts of a lonely figure

Dreams of a pining heart

Truth comes from the heart

Truth is always revealed in caring

This time, the clock has struck midnight

A wanderer loves to look at the home town

On a weak candlelight

To look at the end of the firmament

A wanderer likes to look at his home town

To look at the end of the firmament

A wanderer loves to look at the home town

To look at the end of the firmament

To look at the end of the firmament

11The wanderer misses his hometown

The moonlight haunts his dreams

The moon of his hometown lights up in his dreams

The hometown misses the wanderer's heart

The wanderer's heart is in love with his hometown

The moon among the stars is curved

But it's the eyes of the parents who are looking forward to the future

But it's the deepest wishes of his brothers and sisters

More than anything, it's like the peach petals of a lover's peach blossom. The tender face of my lover's peach blossom petals

I am standing at the highest point of the night

A handful of smoke from my hometown

But my deepest thoughts of my hometown

We crushed them up and sprinkled them with the moonlight into the night of my hometown

12Dashanggou--My Home

On the Loess Plateau

My home is in the mountains of the Yellow Earth

The most important part of the world is my home. >On the Loess Plateau

The earth is cracked here

Inside the crack there is a big concave pit

Lying in the earth-colored hometown

Rising and falling mountains

Stretching as far as the eye can see

Steady

Like a crouching lion

An abrupt peak

When I was a child, I was a child.

Where it stands day and night

Looking down on villages with smoke rising from the sky

A gully

A wound in the earth cut open by a knife

The trickle of water in the gully

It's the blood that flows in the wound

A road

Crisscrosses the land

And the veins.

Only the veins in my hometown are too small

The smoke from the cooking fires

is their hope

Look at the momentum

Isn't it just like their lives

13 Looking at the moon

The moon

Hangs like a disk of jade in a pale blue sky

Quietly

looking down at the earth. p>

Looking down on the pallor of the earth

The moon is beautiful

Pale yellow like orange juice

Silver white like milk

Giving sweet refreshment

The moonlight through the floating white clouds

Through the light-colored night curtain

Through the dense forest

Written on the calm lake, the lotus leaves ......

Taking advantage of this moonlight

Send a piece of homesickness

To the hometown lying across the ravine

To the folks lying across the ravine at this moment

14 Moonlight Night Homesickness

Moonlight

Please tell me

My chimney

Is there any smoke coming from my chimney

Moonchild

Please tell me

My dear father

Is there any smoke coming out of that half bag of dry cigarettes

Monthchild

Please tell me

Mother who loves me the most

Is there any washing of dishes

Moonchild

Monthchild

Monthchild

Monthchild

Monthchild

Monthchild

Please tell me

whether the cow I grew up with

has just fallen to the ground

Dear Moonlight

Please open your eyes

and look

at your hometown

laying in a ravine

Dear Moonlight

Please bring my thoughts

to me this very night

.

Bring my thoughts to my hometown

Dear moon

Please tell my hometown

No matter how far I go

I'll always miss my hometown

15 Winter Vacation Feelings

Another Winter Vacation is here

Looking at the time

Like a rolling river

Flowed like a river that never ends

The winter vacation is here

Going home, going home

Home is a light in the dark night

Guiding the wanderer from afar

Step by step

Treading on the nostalgia of home

The pain of being away from the home is unfinished

Like a high hall waiting for a child to come back to the home

There is a lot of money hanging in the air, and it's a lot of money to be lost.

Hanging all over the face of the vicissitudes of smile

In the moment of embrace

Found

The days on the father's forehead chiseled

Several traces of the wind and frost

Age in the wrinkles

Gently flowing