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 parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Homesick frontier Zhi Lin
On a quiet night in this ancient city,
I heard the Ming flute in my hometown,
Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters,
But there are also sad songs to sing.
I happened to remember something in my heart,
But not long-lost parents,
It's just a small pond near my hometown.
In the breeze, reeds and wolves on both sides of the pond.
Nostalgia Aohongliang
Tears of missing hometown
Falling under the eaves of rainy days
In a bowl
fan li
Swallow into the stomach
Drunk and homesick
Drunk in a dream
Dreams are in the countryside.
This is a reed flute.
Sing in the hearts of homesick people
2. I miss my hometown's 100 modern poem, "Except for night work". Don Hotel is cold and sleepless, and the guest's heart turns sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. When the sea rises and the moon rises, the horizon at this time is * * * "(Zhang Jiuling)," I miss my relatives twice during the festive season "(Wang Wei)," Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly thought of home "(Li Bai)," He knows that the dew tonight will be frost, and how bright the moonlight at home is! " (Du Fu), "The spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me" (Wang Anshi), "When will the bright moon shine, I used to shine on the clouds" (Yan
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. The loving mother recited the thread in her hand and made clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Every tree in Hanyang of the Yellow Crane Tower becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Poems of missing 1. It's ringing, ask for its friendly voice -> 2. Give me a peach and a plum -> 3. Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. Since we know each other, why do we have to be blind? -Han Yuefu folk songs > 5. Husband yearns for the four seas and Wan Li is his neighbor-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Wei Zhi > 6. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor-Don Wang Bo > 7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling > 8. Young people are willing to learn new things, but they are old friends when they are dying-Don Han Yu > 9. Friendship with Wen Chang and Neighboring with Germany-Tang Zuyong > 10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi > 1 1. Make friends at the end of life, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty > 12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why should we tune together first? -Tang Du Fu >; 13. Friends who paint must be light, and mountains are like paper, but they don't like peace —— Qing Weng Zhao "The sea rises from the moon, and at this time the horizon is * * *" (Zhang Jiuling), "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" (Wang Wei), "Looking up, I found that the moonlight sank back, and I suddenly thought of home" (Li Bai) "He knew that the dew would frost tonight. (Du Fu) "Jiang Nanan Spring Breeze is Green, When Will the Moon Shine on Me" (Wang Anshi) "At that time, the moon was there, and I used to return as a colorful cloud" (Wang Anshi) When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'll be too high to stand the cold. Dance to see what the shadow on the earth looks like.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Long-term Thinking Anonymous > Last autumn, this autumn.
People on the lake are mixed, and the West Lake is still flowing. Wu and Jia.
In fifteen years, I turned my head and let go of my life. (1) Except for the night shift [Tang], the cold lights in the hotel are on alone, and the customer's heart turns sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (2) Going home [Tang] Du Mu's younger son asked, why did you stay late? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, and I can't see my distant home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. (4) Beijing Normal University has a letter from home [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang is three thousand miles away, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible. 5] Hao Chu and the great master watched the mountains and sent relatives and friends to Beijing [Tang] Dai Shulun's seaside mountains were like swords and clouds.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! [6] Where is Wei's hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming. (7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (8) Inscription on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain (Song Dynasty) The cloud flies south and turns back here this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
Seeing off a friend (Li Bai) at Jingmen Ferry; sailing from Jingmen Ferry, you will be with people in the south soon. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
⑽ Wanderers listen to drums, younger brother (Du Fu) moonlit night, autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .
⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs) The willows are green and the flowers are flying all over the sky. The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back? ⑿ Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian): Bai Shu Crow Habitat Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. [13] Every messenger comes to the hometown of Jingshi, and it's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and his sleeves are full of tears.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. [14] Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! ⒂ Fisherman's pride (Fan Zhongyan) blocked the scenery of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese were neglected and besieged on all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
[14] A plum blossom crossing the Wujiang River (Jie Jiang) is full of spring worries. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.
Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.
When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.
⒄ Tianjingsha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
⒅ The prison wall (Tan Sitong) looked at the door, stopped thinking about James Zhang, and endured death for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
Trick chapter feelings (Tan Sitong) Everything in the world is in spring sorrow, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
3. Modern ancient poems about homesickness 1, The Road to Hometown
Days away from home
night
The way back to my hometown is always at the moment when I close my eyes.
Go deep into my heart and wander with my memory.
on the way home
It filled my childhood.
Sadness and joy are mixed. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces
Now I think
Whether it is bitter or sweet.
That is a melodious song in my memory.
Touching the heart is like a clear spring.
Hometown road
Carrying my yesterday.
I was in rags yesterday.
Run with the wind
On the overgrown dirt road
Chasing the smiling spring
2. Homesickness in the rain
Continuous drizzle, continuous drizzle
The raindrops falling in the sky form lines.
It's like a wanderer cutting off his mind.
The rain in my hometown
A clean village must be washed again.
The wheat waves rolled in the villagers' dreams.
Smoke billowed from the corner of the eaves among the green trees.
Imagine climbing to the top of my hometown.
Father is sitting on the door of the old house.
Wipe the fatigue on your forehead with the back of your hand.
Light a cigarette and squint.
The rain kept dripping on the eaves.
Into a cheerful stream.
Flowing to the green fields
Sitting at the door of my hometown
Sitting at the door of my hometown
Look at the clouds in the sky.
Tile blue sky
Because the more clouds, the deeper.
There is a thick bowl on the apricot tree in front of the door.
A donkey is chewing grass.
I don't know which donkey barked.
The donkey also raised its neck and barked.
A white rabbit
As white as snow.
I suddenly got a fright.
Paused and ran to the grass.
Several chickens are screaming.
Run out of the grass
One of them.
Swallow a bug when you stretch your neck.
A familiar voice
Let me see the crossroads.
Shoumama
Is driving the pig home.
4 homesick songs
feel homesick
This is a melodious song.
Melodious and beautiful songs
Always in the middle of the night
The moon is high and the stars are blinking.
A wisp of Wei Yun was cut by the breeze.
Always on such a night.
I sing softly with a homesick heart.
Lovely and beautiful hometown
Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters
The golden wheat wave must be rolling in again.
You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again.
Tonight, sleep quietly.
Sleep with my hometown in my dream
Have a happy dream.
When I wake up, maybe.
Father drove the donkey with a whip.
Hope a little more.
5 Hometown, My Poem Line
Hometown, a village lying in a ravine.
I want to use the pen in my hand
Rubbing the thoughts flowing in my heart.
Write a poem praising you.
Hometown, hometown
The rolling back of mountains in the sky.
The winding stream in the canyon sings softly.
Under the moon, the flashing lights are bean yellow.
The breeze lifted the night.
Time has given wings to the dreams of the mountain people.
Fly, fly ...
Fly to the glorious front
Hometown, in the dim candlelight.
Your son
Tap the keyboard with tears in your eyes
Line up the missing sentences into jumpers.
4. Who has a modern poem about homesickness in Homesickness (Prose Poetry)?
Thinking of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably.
Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly.
Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently.
Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart.
The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.
Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown?
Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.
Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason.
Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.
Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses.
Wanderers miss their hometown all the time.
Send acacia thousands of miles in the mid-autumn moon and tomorrow night.
A bright moon hangs high.
Reminds me of my infinite leisure.
Wandering people look very religious.
Better than pilgrims
Watching the same full moon in the far north.
Pray for the light in my hometown.
Can you give me a cavity enthusiasm?
The wet tears came back again.
The voice of Qing Hui washing her face suddenly sounded.
Under the laurel tree, I followed my mother's kind face.
Falling among the flowers is my father standing in the sunset.
A thin figure
the autumn rain goes on and on
Tenderness arises spontaneously.
Drifting duckweed leads the thread of missing.
Fly as far as the sky is.
Wandering footprints extend the blood of family ties.
How wide the ground is, how deep it can penetrate.
Bear this heavy debt
When is it to regret the moon?
To be filial.
Cut out a slender reflection
Sprinkle moonlight everywhere.
The eagle flew over the snowfield in his hometown.
It used to be a yearning for dreams.
Review the fruits of first love
Does it still hang on the laurel tree of memory and smell fragrant?
On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind
Put a floating heart
It's getting colder and colder.
On the Mid-Autumn Moon, it rained all night in Mao Mao.
The rising tide in the chest broke through the missing river bank.
flood
Miss a wanderer
Miss the mountains in my hometown
The mountains in my hometown are very green.
Miss the water in my hometown
The water in my hometown is so green.
Miss the clouds in my hometown
The clouds in my hometown are so light.
People who miss their hometown
People in my hometown are so close.
Missing a wanderer
Day after day.
I hope that people and green mountains and green waters will last for a long time.
One day * * * meet again.
5. Poems about missing my hometown: 1 Now, close to my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
(Tang Song Wen Zhi "Crossing the Han River") 2. Humayi is in the north wind, and birds fly south. (Han. Nineteen ancient poems. "Walking and walking again") 3. Sad songs can be used as tears, and they can be used as angelica from a distance.
(Second Han Yuefu. Elegy) 4. In the past, I am gone, and the willows are reluctant. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei") 5. However, if you love too much, you will get three spring flowers! (Don Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer) 6. When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? . (Tang Wangwei. Three miscellaneous poems) 7. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
(Song. Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva Xia, the wind is soft and spring is still early") 8. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. (Don Wang Wei's "Holidays in the Mountains Think of Brothers in Shandong") 9. Tonight, the moon is full of expectations. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? (Wang Tangjian. Looking at the moon on fifteen nights and sending it to Du Langzhong) 10 Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of warblers like old mountains.
(Downs Contu. Five Poems by People 1 1, looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back, and I suddenly remembered home. (Tang Libai. Quiet night thinking) 12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
(Tang He Zhang Zhi, a joint book of two hometowns) 13, sadness is not sad, sadness is sad, and happiness is happy. (Chu ci. Nine songs "Think Less about Life") 14, the days of parting have gone, and the days of clothing have slowed down.
(Nineteen ancient poems. Travel again) 15. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before. (sui. Xue Daoheng. People miss home every day) 16. Being far away from hate is like grass in spring. No matter how far you go, it is still alive.
(South Tang. Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le Bu Lai Spring Half") 17, cutting constantly, managing chaos, leaving sorrow. (South Tang. Li Yu Meet each other) 18, which is easier to see when you are away.
The running water has run out in spring (South Tang. Li Yu "The waves wash the sand, and the rain gurgles outside the curtain") 19, it is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the morning and evening stars (Tang Du Fu. "To Wei Ba Chu Shi") 20. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. (Wei. Send Yuan Er 'an) 2 1, we met for the last time in the flowers, and we parted in the flowers, which have been in full bloom for one year (Tang Wei people. To my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. Farewell) 23 If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting. ) 26, there should be no hate, when to grow up to be round (stone "Fraxinus mandshurica") 27, I hope people will last for a long time, thousands of miles away * * * Shan Juan (stone "Fraxinus mandshurica") poem about missing my hometown: I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half tired recently.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. .
From: "The Return of the Native" Time: Tang Author: He and He Quanshi As long as it is any achievement, the hometown of Wuzhu tribe is far away from the melody composed by Mrs. Cai for this clarinet, as early as when she sang its eighteen verses one by one. Hearing this, the conference semifinals were filled with tears, and the grass was wet. Han made pork liver sausage for Guike.
On the ancient fortress, the cold fire of the past battle is now gray, wild and gloomy, flying white. After this clever, deep tune, everything around it wavered and withered.
Master Dong, who knows the gods well, deeply relaxed his eavesdropping on goblins. Very handy to slowly knead the fast dial, and the reciprocating gyration seems to contain emotions.
The voice of the mountain birds scattered and gathered, and the song was as dark and clear as Wan Yun. Young people scream at night, just like Titan's mother cries.
Sichuan is a net wave, and birds are singing silently.
From: "Listen to Dong Da's talk about Hu Jiahe and send a message to exchange the house for something" Time: Tang Author: Li Jiequan's poem. As long as Li Jie hopes that the hometown of Luyuan Mountain is only happiness and glory, and hatred is impermanent again, I will leave everything behind and swing my soul. The road to my hometown is far away and the mountains are very high.
So, I told my parents in my dream: My son's life is in the grave, and my family needs to step back and leave early! . From: "Twelve Dreams of Red Mansions-Hating Impermanence" Time: Qing Author: Cao Xueqin's whole poems As long as Cao Xueqin's achievements are forgotten, the hometown mountain city is barren, but the bamboo trees are beautiful.
There are not many honest people in the county, and there is enough food and clothing. External fatigue starts from the heart, and the heart would rather be tired than rest.
If you still want to forget your hometown, who can be an official? It should be near, not far, south and north. It's miserable to go home, and it's worthwhile to live at the end of the world.
. From: "Wei Shun" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi's whole poems As long as Bai Juyi makes achievements, his official hometown will never forget the mountain road at the bottom of Longchang Temple and the willows planted in front of Bazi.
Who will win your heart if you forget your official position and hometown? . From: "People in the Zhou Dynasty asked" Time: Tang Author: Complete Works of Bai Juyi As long as Bai Juyi's achievements, the stability of his hometown is that wine helps his stubbornness, and the piano is slow.
Carelessness will grow old, but there is no wisdom to make a living. Suddenly forgot to sit on the plane and let it run.
My hometown is safe, but are you alone in the deep well? For a long time, I left the original shackles. When you are drunk, you always bring wine, and silence should not wait.
Sit still and lie on your back. You will love to stretch if you sleep too much. When guests come to save their manners, they start with white and black scarves.
. From: "Two Drinks on the River" Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi The Complete Works of Bai Juyi As long as Bai Juyi's achievements overlap around his hometown, where can there be few people? Xifeng laocaotang
Printing books in autumn night, Shi Chunxiang washing medicine. There is light rain in the back ridge, and the north window is slightly cool.
Asking for directions in vain, the peaks overlap around the hometown. .
From: "Xishan Caotang" Year: Tang Author: Du Muquan's poems as long as the result of Du Mu, Jiangnan Jiangbei's hometown, Jiangnan Jiangbei's hometown, has been a dream for 30 years. Nowadays, Wuyuan Palace is neglected, and Guangling Taidian is desolate.
The clouds are full of sorrow, and the rain hits the boat and tears flow. There are four brothers with 300 mouths. I can't just sit back and think.
. From: "Crossing the Zhongjiang River and Looking at the Stone City and Crying" Time: Tang Author: As long as Li Yu's result is due west, he will return to his hometown Liaoshui Qu in Wan Li, Liaodong, where the ancient garrison has no city and no house.
Huang Yun covered the earth with snow and bought clothes with gold. After the war, they packed their bows and arrows and returned to their hometown due west.
Every year, the county will send people to make a mound with Liaodong. Born in a grassy country, it is better to go to Liaodong.
. From: "Zaqu Geisha Journey to Liaodong" Time: Tang Author: Wang Jian's safety poems As long as Jian 'an's achievements leave his hometown, the local accent will never change.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-baked recently.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. .
From: "Two Hometowns" Time: Tang Author: He, He Quanshi As long as he misses his loved ones' poems: I am guarding the civilization of my loved ones all over the world, and I am widowed. Being guarded by relatives can make Wang Zeshen.
There are many literati in the imperial court, and smelting is better than fine gold. rhinoceros
6. Modern ancient poems about missing my hometown 1, the road to my hometown always reaches my mind at the moment I close my eyes at night, and the road to my hometown with memories is full of joys and sorrows of my childhood.
Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is the backbone of the mountains in the sky. The winding stream in the ravine sings softly in the moonlight, and the lights are glowing in the bean yellow breeze. The skirt of the night was lifted, so I put wings in the dream of the mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines.
7. In modern poems about missing my hometown, I miss my hometown thousands of miles in the autumn moon and the night. A bright moon hanging high evokes infinite leisure in my heart. I want to look around. A pious gesture is better than a pilgrim gesture. Looking at the far north, I hope the same full moon shines in my hometown. Can you bring my warm and moist tears back to my face and wash my face? The call in my ear suddenly rose under the laurel tree. In the evening, my father stood among the flowers. The thin shadow of the sun rises in the autumn rain, and the tenderness rises. Drifting duckweed leads the thread of missing, how far will it fly. Wandering footprints extend the blood of the family, and how wide they will penetrate at most. This is a heavy debt. When can I be filial to the moon? When can I cut off the slender reflection on my knee and shake the moonlight? Flying eagle flying over the hometown snowfield was once a dream. Looking back, do the fruits of first love still hang in your memory? On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind will make a floating heart colder and colder. In autumn, the drizzle will fly all night, and the high tide in the chest will break through the river embankment of missing and drown the mountains in my hometown. The water in my hometown is so green, the clouds in my hometown are so green, the people in my hometown are so faint and the people in my hometown are so close to my hometown. I hope that people and mountains and rivers will be together for a long time.
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