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Modern poems about homesickness

The following are modern poems about homesickness:

1. "Nostalgia" - Xi Murong

The song of hometown is a distant flute, always there The moon sounds in the night; but the appearance of my hometown is a kind of vague feeling of loss, as if waving goodbye in the fog. After parting, homesickness is like a tree without annual rings and will never grow old.

2. "Under the Full Moon" - Yu Guangzhong

No one is cleaning the moonlight all over the ground, so fold a wider lotus leaf, wrap a piece of moonlight in it, and put it back. In Tang poetry.

Flat, like pressed lovesickness... The moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves.

3. "Still the Beauty of Hometown"

The bamboo pillars in the forest are deep in the alley, and a piece of green wood is the wall. The clear creek is accompanied by rocks, and the wooden trestle bridge looks like a gallery.

Looking at the mountain scenery is the feeling of the mountains, and the vastness of the rivers and mountains can be seen before the eyes. Life is full of friendships, but this scene is better than my hometown.

4. "Homesick Night"

The cool breeze enters the account secretly, and the good dreams are ruined. The night rain knocks on the windows and coffins, and the gardenia flowers fall on the pond.

The ruthless person should be the moon, and the sad heart is deliberately broken. The long rural road is filled with dragon bells and tears.

5. "Homesickness in the Rain"

Continuous drizzle, continuous drizzle, the raindrops falling in the sky form lines, just like the continuous longing of a wanderer.

The rain in my hometown must have washed away a clean village again. The waves of wheat rolled in the dreams of the villagers, and the smoke was rising from the eaves in the green trees.

Imagine climbing up the hill in my hometown, my father sitting on the door of the old house, wiping the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand, lighting a dry cigarette and squinting his eyes slightly.

Raindrops continued to fall on the eaves, forming a cheerful stream and flowing to the green fields.