Nostalgia Xi Murong

The song of my hometown is like a distant flute

It always sounds on moonlit nights

But the appearance of my hometown is A kind of vague longing

Like waving goodbye in the fog

After separation

Nostalgia is like a tree without annual rings

Never grow old

"Nostalgia" by Ao Hongliang

Teardrops of longing for hometown

Falling under the eaves on rainy days

Bow

In the rice

Swallow it in the belly

Let the homesick people get drunk

Drunk in the dream

Dream in the countryside

It is a reed flute

Ming in the heart of the homesick person

Nostalgia

Beishi

My homesickness

is like the string that holds the kite

The further away from home

The longer I miss you

My Nostalgia

Is the wine treasured in the heart

The longer you leave home

The more mellow the taste

My homesickness

They are the stars hidden in the sky

In the dead of night

they shine one by one...

My homesickness

is The moon is full again and again;

My homesickness

is like a row of sailboats;

My homesickness

is continuous Sea water;

My homesickness

is the distant shore.

Hometown is a magnet

Hometown is the placenta

My homesickness

It is the child’s expectation for milk

It is the anxiety that cannot be reciprocated

It is the unswerving homecoming and attachment!

Error Zheng Chouyu

I walked through the south of the Yangtze River

The face that waits for the season blooms and falls like a lotus

If the east wind does not come, March The willow catkins do not fly

Your heart is like a small lonely city

It is just like the bluestone street facing the evening

The heel does not sound, the spring of March The curtain is not lifted

Your heart is like a small window that is tightly closed

My dada’s horse hooves are beautiful mistakes

I am not a returnee, I am a A passer-by

holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

wandering in the long, long

and lonely rain alley,

I hope to meet

A lilac-like girl

a sad and resentful girl.

She has

the same color as lilac,

the same fragrance as lilac,

the same sadness as lilac,

Sadness in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation;

She is wandering in this lonely rain alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me

Walking silently

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently,

came closer, and cast

a breath-like look

She floated by

Like a dream,

Like a dream, sad and confused.

As if floating in a dream

A lilac field,

This girl floated by my side;

She moved away silently , far away,

reached the dilapidated fence,

walked through the rainy alley.

In the mournful song of the rain,

disappeared her color,

dispersed her fragrance,

dissipated, Even her eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and lonely rain alley,

I hope to float

Like a lilac

A girl with sorrow