Strong nostalgia for handwritten newspaper materials

Instead of climbing high and looking far,

Don't go to the seaside to listen to the tide.

Acacia heart, said to the moon:

Round and missing, missing and round.

Indus dripping rain,

Aside from the feelings of Bashan,

Looking at the geese at the edge of the cloud,

Looking at fireflies at night in childhood.

I've been excited, I've been thinking,

Over the years, over the years,

There is always a voice echoing in the ear:

"Bury me in the mountain and see my hometown;

Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten! "

This poem, written with a lifetime of blood and tears,

This is the expression that Qian Qian left the mainland in 1949.

The hearts of veterans who have left for more than half a century ...

homesickness

Xi Murong

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.

It always rings with the moon at night.

The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.

Like waves in the fog

After separation

Homesickness is a tree without rings.

Never grow old.

Author: Yu Guangzhong

In childhood

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I'm at this end

Mom is over there.

When I grow up

Homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I'm at this end

The bride is over there.

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mom's inside.

But now

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there

With the folk music erhu solo "River", the rhythm is slow and sad, which is very suitable for poetry soundtrack.