A poem seeking for the roots and ancestors

The poem about seeking roots is 1. Idioms, poems, sentences and so on about roots.

In the final analysis, the theory of uprooting and seeking roots has no roots.

Talking about rootlessness, weeding, weeding and tangled understanding of roots.

Root cutting and extinction spike root cleaning root rafter root solitary fine root hardening.

Root-rooted, disk-based, disk-based, and disk-based roots are firmly rooted and uprooted.

Rooted plants, roots, roots, roots, roots, roots, roots, roots, roots, roots and roots.

deep-rooted

Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Dislocation Root Involvement

After all, after all, after all, after all.

Cut the grass and remove the roots, remove the roots, remove the roots, and take six clean tips.

Six static leaves, root cause, root cause, root cause.

Trace the source, plan the tree, trace the source, trace the source.

Roots are intertwined, and roots are rooted by cutting trees.

Deep-rooted deep-rooted deep-rooted

When the roots are destroyed, the trees are taller than thousands of feet. Deciduous leaves root, root-seeking, tooth extraction, rootless rootless.

Without roots, there is no water without roots. Cut grass, roots, plants, roots and trees.

To the bottom, to the bottom, to the bottom, to the bottom.

Adhere to the root leaves fall to the roots one by one, and move the roots one by one.

Lead the rope to arrange the roots, lead the rope to approve the roots, and talk about no roots, no roots and no seedlings.

No matter how deep the root is, it will hurt and take root.

To the roots, to the roots, to the roots, to the roots, to the roots.

To the roots, to the roots, to the roots.

Dew, Watson, bamboo shoots, moss, frost roots.

Orchid flowers are far away from the wind and fragrant grass is fragrant.

2. It is best to appreciate the ancient poems and modern poems about homesickness ~ ~ Talk about the homesickness and root-seeking thoughts of China people.

1 "Nostalgia" Nostalgia Ice and snow melt in the embrace of warm sun, and the grass is lush and green. When the east wind blows the poet's wine that hurts spring, the sunset slowly falls with the flying flowers in March. In March, I dragged my long figure and wandered the streets of a foreign land. The stranger's face is cold and indifferent, looking at every passerby in a hurry. When the endless silk rain obliquely shoots into a thin and dense net, it covers the wandering heart. However, I leaned against the dilapidated door of an inn and stared at my hometown. My dream home is a foggy and rainy village. The flower cat snored and curled up beside the needle and thread of the loving mother. When the cuckoo whispers in her ear, it is better to go home. We are all pawns crossing the river. There is no retreat, and there is no turning back. Distant homesickness is paid to the soil dripping with sweat. Persistent faith rippled on my deep forehead. There are red and green peasant skirts in my hometown. All this is both familiar and strange to me. I haven't seen the ancient sea otter for a long time. Brought me back to youth again. My grandmother is still standing under the tree, waiting for the storm. Now I am eager to find the old figure that seems to remind me all the time, until the tears of memories overflow my heart. The lovely cuckoo flies to the clouds and runs to the edge of the dome. At its feet, I stepped on the wet grass and danced in the wind. This is my hometown that I miss very much. The deep homesickness that has settled in my heart. The memorable piccolo came back in the afterglow. Mother, the East can't stay long. In the tropical ocean where the typhoon was born, the air pressure in the North Pacific was very low in July.

Come back, mom, the south won't stay long. On the equator in July, the one-way moxibustion on pedestrians' feet by the sun train. Come back, mother, the north can't stay long. In the white reindeer kingdom, there is no rest night in July, only daytime.

Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long. The small urn dreams of being next to the French window, accompanied by the plants you planted yourself.

Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire. Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming Road and bury you in a small grave in my hometown.

Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan. Willows hang down to your grave. When spring comes, you should dream of a girl and your mother.

On the Qingming Road, my footprints will be deep, and the willow's long hair will be dripping with rain. Mother, my memory will drop and my soul will come back. Mother, come and protect this empty city. When I die, when I die, bury me. Between the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, my head is resting, and my white hair is covered with black soil.

In China, the most beautiful and motherly country, I slept peacefully, slept all over the mainland and listened to both sides. Requiem begins with the eternal music of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, flowing and facing the East. This is the most indulgent and spacious bed, and people can sleep contentedly. Once upon a time, a young man from China once looked west in the frozen Michigan, hoping to see the dawn of China through the darkness, instead of going home. He used China's eyes 17 years of gluttony maps, from West Lake to Taihu Lake, and then to Chongqing with birds and flowers.

Homesickness was a small stamp when I was five years old. When my mother grew up there, homesickness was a narrow ticket. I was here when the bride grew up here. Homesickness is a short grave. I was outside when my mother was inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. The first six hours in mainland China brought me a ladle of Yangtze River water. The drunken taste of the Yangtze River water is the taste of homesickness. Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water. Give me a piece of Yangtze River water. Tang Hong, begonia, red blood, red boiling blood, burning pain is homesickness. Give me Zhang Haitang Red and Begonia Red, and give me a letter with white snow and snowflake. Waiting for a letter from home is homesickness. Give me a piece of snow white, snow white, give me a piece of Chimonanthus praecox, Chimonanthus praecox, my mother's fragrance is local fragrance, give me a piece of Chimonanthus praecox, and Chimonanthus praecox 7 is the cricket. Mr y, a poet from Taiwan Province province, said: overseas, when you hear crickets chirping at night, you will think of them. It's that cricket, flapping the golden wind with its steel wings, jumping across the strait, landing quietly over Taipei and singing in your yard every night. It was the cricket that sang in July, in the Tang style cricket, in the nineteen ancient poems, beside Mulan's loom, and in Jiang Kui's words. It was the cricket that sang the bonfire of the Great Wall by the post road in the mountains. In the courtyard of the hotel, I sang among weeds in the battlefield, among lonely people, among wounded soldiers, I heard crickets singing in your memory, I sang about childhood surprises, I sang about loneliness in middle age, I thought of carving bamboo as a cage, I thought of moon cakes, I thought of pomegranate fruits covered with pearls, I thought of flying yellow leaves in my hometown, I thought of piles of hay in the field, I thought of my mother telling us to go back and add clothes. Many, many, many crickets in an alley in Taipei are singing, crickets in a village in Sichuan are singing, and everyone in China is singing everywhere, which is more monotonous than monotonous music and more harmonious than the most harmonious voice. Water is dew burning into light, jade fire turns into birds, partridges crow in the hearts of native speakers, crickets sing outside your window, singing outside mine, and you are listening to you. Miss me, I'm listening, I'm singing. Oh, you should guess what I'm singing and I'll guess what you're thinking. China people have the thinking of China people, while China people have the ears of China people.

3. What idioms are there about seeking?

Find the source for this,

Seek the wind and catch the shadows,

Seeking to eliminate interest,

Looking for leaves from the roots,

Looking for flowers and asking for willows,

Search chapters and sentences,

Rooting and uprooting trees,

Pull up trees to find roots,

Explore the secluded and the strange,

Ah, the pen for writing poetry,

Looking for flowers and asking for willows,

Looking for sound through shadows,

At the end of the process,

Get to the bottom of it,

Looking for valleys and hills,

Find a line in groups,

Straighten your feet,

The hoof idles three times,

Looking for ink,

Looking for valleys through mountains,

Unusual,

I can't find any trace,

Looking for scars and bursts,

Intriguing,

Picking fights,

Deer look for bananas,

Get to the bottom of it,

An ordinary orchestra,

Get to the bottom of it,

Indulge in the past and let the historical scene reappear.

4. What is the representative of China, the sunshine poet Yang Ke? What are his root-seeking poems?

Meet a small paddy field in Dongguan

Yang Ke, a "third generation" strength poet in China, now lives in Guangzhou. Editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief of Works, adjunct professor of School of Humanities and Communication, Guangdong University of Commerce.

Poetry and prose are scattered in various poetry magazines or literary magazines; He has published six books of poetry, a collection of essays, a narrative city and a book of poetry, including Sunbird, Totem Puzzlement, Sunflower and Daylight Saving Time, Strange Crossroads, Clumsy Fingers and Selected Short Poems of Yang Ke (in Chinese and English). In recent years, he has been the editor-in-chief of the ten-year anthology of their poems, the series of China New Poetry Yearbook, the anthology of poems by powerful poets in the 1990s, and the anthology of rhinoceros poems. Teaching Modern Poetry Writing and Appreciation, History of China Poetry and other courses.

He won many literary prizes in Chinese mainland and Taiwan Province province. He has been invited to Japan, Australia, Taiwan Province Province, Germany and other places for many times to participate in poetry festivals and conduct interviews and exchanges. Recommend one of the judges of "Chinese Literature and Media Award".