Modern poetry about homesickness

1, nostalgia

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.

2. "Still the Beauty of Hometown"

Deep alleys with bamboo pillars in the forest,

A piece of green wood is a wall.

Qingxi stone as a companion,

The wooden trestle is like a gallery.

Look at the scenery on the mountain,

The mountains and rivers are vast.

Life is full of friendship,

Why is the scenery here better than my hometown?

Welcome to my hometown.

My hometown, Li Ge, is famous for its beauty.

Clear water flows in the river in front of the village.

The peach forest behind the village is in full bloom.

Vegetables in greenhouses in the fields can be found in all seasons.

Uncle uncle treats people kindly.

Welcome guests from all over the world to my hometown.

The yard is clean, harmonious and dignified.

Fruits, pears, peaches, you name it.

Every night, the yangko street lamp lights up until dawn.