A similar poem, near my village, meets people.

The origin of the present, near my village, meets people's original poems.

Crossing Hanshui River in Tang Dynasty: Song Wenzhi

The south, who was exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

Now, near my village, I meet people with similar poems, poems and famous sentences describing homesickness.

Water Tune Headers and Travelers' Fujian [Song] Zengbo Li Fujian is in the new autumn. I'm going to Wan Li from Toona sinensis, so I got on the boat first. For three years, the urn got together, talked to each other in different counties and towns, and went up the stairs once every few days. Go to Shu Yuankou and visit Wu Tou every day. Dan Qing's hand, I can't draw it, so sad. Don't hate planning ahead. Far away, the sky is the same, the wind and waves are like the palm of your hand, and geese roam the sky. So there is a question between the old and the new, and it is still stagnant in Jiannan.

The wind leads the boat to [Song] Wei saw Weng Feng leading the boat, just taking advantage of the situation, and the East Building was beautiful. My eyes are full of light red and heavy blue, floating on the banquet. It was Huang who kept it and remembered the remains of the pavilion again. More anxious about the homesickness of the evening rain and dew. My eyes were fascinated by Zhu Bi. Breathe proudly. Peter Zhang Cai is here, a yellow pen with a history of 1000 years. Rotten mice can scare the phoenix, but they are angry and don't believe in ghost wings. Ups and downs with Shi Jun and Zhu Jiu, watering the past and present.

Shuilongyin boating on Huichang Lake [Song] Lv Zugao boated on Huichang Lake and was not drunk on Xishan Road for several years. Time flies, the palace is first tried, and Anlu is half sick. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, full of Sichuan tobacco, fragrant wind and Chu. Miss SAO and hate far away. When you wake up alone, you will miss the past. There are also dragon dances and fish dances. Qingchuan and Zaixu sing and play drums. Hometown plot, respecting the past and traveling all over the world. Rising pond, green courtyard, no return basis. Ask where the new moon will shine next night.

Xijiang Night Tour [Tang] Where are the night walkers in Zhang Jiuling? Visit the moon in Chengtan. Long and spacious, longing for home. Foreign objects are quiet and undisturbed, and the flow is clear. Thinking of returning to the forest for a change of leaves, I am worried about sitting on Watson. There are Tingzhou cranes, which ring at night.

Jianchang Duyin [Tang] Weizhuang moonlight shines in Guandu, and homesickness is different. Birds perched on the Peng Li tree and built a boat on the moon. The fisherman in the city is drunk, and the building is deep. Where is the flute, blowing off the poplar smoke.

Send uncle Yi to visit Yingchuan and worship the satrap of Huaiyang [Tang]. Where is the appropriate place for Li Qi to stop his official duties today? Leave home and go alone. Songyang is dreaming, and Shui Ying is half a future. I heard that Huaiyang kept it, and the southeast laid the foundation. County Zhai looks at the political day, and the people look at the nostalgia. The snow begins in Butterfly Ridge, and the cold anvil sounds after frost. Linchuan bowed his head and hands, and devoted himself to loneliness.

Garrison soldiers hurt spring [Tang]. He defended the border for many years, but celebrated Fangfei Festival. The east wind is exhausted, and the snow in Yinshan Mountain is not reduced. There is a willow tree in the depression, and the leaves in the south branch are slightly hairy. In order to bring homesickness, Yi climbed more and more mountains. The night wind blows moraine sand, and the night tears cry the bright moon. People in Lingyange are disloyal.

It is an honor for the official who saw off Xu Xuan of Zhang Mingfu in Wangjiang. He has written a personal letter to Xu Shili. Yan Wen had a good time, but smoking is not a trip. Stay in the cave in the mountains and feel homesick. Thousands of years later, the name of this song circulated in the air.

In the disease, Shi Jun, a scholar in Meishan, suddenly saw the mouth that he accepted gladly. [Song] Lu You's Shu language was a surprise at first, but now he still misses home. Cake and glass of wine, when will Frog Yi accompany me?

After crossing Cangjiang [Yuan] and Wang Mian Kongjiang, the tide rises at five o'clock and goes with the flow. Reed flowers fly and snow dance, and water vapor invades the moon. White hair can't help wandering, and green hills move suddenly in a foreign land. How lucky is the end of the world? Old friends are like brothers.

Two Rhymes, Zi Zhan and An Jie Night Trilogy [Qu] Su Zheqian Mountain is covered with snow, and Yan sits and listens to the sound of tiles falling. * * * To sit up and take notice of Wan Li's hometown for a night talk. Believe in the cold plum in the mountains and hate the spring grass in the south of the Yangtze River. Bright eyes with bronze and white hair must be drunk and asleep. Teenagers criticize each other, but old scholars are silent. My eyes are broken, and I have a Zen book in my hand. Fame and fortune have long been mistaken, and marriage is still to be completed. If it is difficult to study at home, it will be abolished and the iron lamp will be left on the record. It seems that there is no way for me to return to the official position, and there is a bending sound in the pity canal. And heaven remains our neighbourhood shakes hands and smiles, leaning against the door is too late. Huanggang is investing in the past, and the old man is afraid of the afterlife. Go home and enjoy Annan Lane, instead of watching singing and dancing and getting drunk.

The second rhyme Wang Shi's two [songs] Su Zhe's lights want to condense without shocking the wind, and the moonlight is hazy. Before the guest goes to bed, the guest is half drunk at night. The desolate city is bright, and the wild water hibiscus is white and red. Knowing that it is lonely to visit a monk, you should be lazy and afraid of candles. Su Yu first tasted the fire city, but he didn't have a companion. Tired of the stars moving outside the door, I want to see the monk window bright. When I am old, I am unhappy in spring, and I feel homesick when I dream of sleeping alone. Because of a good word, a letter from home is weak.

Send it to Yushan Road in Shu [Tang], where it is spared. Farewell to one's hometown. Clouds are extremely abundant, and the sunset is hidden. Sit and see if you are riding, but you can see the distant mountains and green hills.

Looking back at his hometown with the transcendental Weng Yuner [Song] Huang Gongdu's west wind, he should learn from the garden. I have set up a solitary sail and run the waves in the dusk, but it is as beautiful as autumn. Bend over and chase the times, but lose your heart in front of others and feel ashamed of your age. I couldn't go to bed after drinking, so I whispered a few colds with my nose.

Now, near my village, I meet people with similar poems and sentences that describe homesickness.

The old house in Pingjie is very shabby, the brick has turned from yellow to black, and the water chestnut edge of the brick has long been worn out. From the bottom, the tiles of the house are rotten, and the house is very short, only two to four stories high. Only the coal-rich building in Fuyuan City is seventeen or eighteen stories high. Now, people are rich, and many old houses in Pingjie have been demolished and turned into high-rise buildings and magnificent buildings, such as Shengjing Hotel and Jinshi Hotel.

Our hometown also has the world-famous Dongpo Chibi, the historic Qingyun Tower, the world-famous Huanggang Middle School, and many tourist attractions in our hometown, such as the stars in the sky.

From the moment of birth, everyone means to stay away from purity and start walking in the fireworks of the world of mortals. Chasing in the vast sea of people, looking for the so-called home, in fact, people have never really been home, just temporarily staying, watching for a few spring days, waiting for a few new moons to become round. Stay is an instant, turn is the horizon.

The rain in my hometown, like smoke and fog, like hazy gauze, gently enveloped this bustling coastal city and washed away the dust attached to her. She is not fierce, gentle drizzle is just a girl's slender hand, gently stroking the dry earth; And gently tease the creatures on earth to naughty elves.

My hometown is picturesque. Trees are green, flowers are in full bloom, and people can rest and play freely; Driving on the riverside avenue, a beautiful picture unfolds in front of your eyes. It's really a car driving on the road in a world of pictorial. I love you, my hometown! !

Beautiful nature is a magnificent scenery. From the flawless white snow in the Alps to the bright sunshine in the Aegean Sea, from the forests in vast expanse, Siberia to the endless plains in Texas. Form a beautiful picture, spread out on the beautiful nature.

The scenery turned with the road and we came to a stream. The stream hit the stone and played wonderful music. The most amazing thing is the endless wild forest beside the stream, clusters and clusters, full of yellow-faced women, nodding to the spring breeze and smiling at the sky. Flocks of butterflies are dancing among the flowers, sharing the feast of flowers. My cousin and I couldn't help but stop and jump on butterflies. The butterfly didn't catch it, but we chased it far away with its dance.

Hometown is a world of fruits. Strawberry in January, cherry in February, jujube in March ... There are sweet and delicious fruits all year round. When you walk into the orchard, you will smell a burst of fragrance, including round and big watermelons and golden and attractive oranges. ...

Autumn is getting stronger and stronger, and the lotus pond is in ruins. The once pride withered with the autumn wind, and the bamboo is still swaying with a stronger body in some chilly sunshine.

I am thousands of miles away from home, but my heart is closely connected with my hometown. Zhucheng's cultural and economic status in China makes us proud. The great achievements made by various industries in my hometown are the pride of every traveler.

Castanopsis kawakamii trees in the forest emerge in my memory, still tall and straight, but with a little more historical grooves and vicissitudes. When I was young, I always wanted to climb to the top of its tree, but I was afraid of being scolded by the public. Now I have given up the idea. I think, let it be the embodiment of my admiration for my hometown!

As soon as I entered the village entrance, I saw a straight and flat cement road leading to the village center. This road has changed. This is no longer the bumpy road in the past.

Ah! Hometown, how beautiful you are! How beautiful your gurgling river is! How beautiful your waterfalls, rocks and waves are! Your cool mountain spring, like holding out a mirror, seems to be dressing me up! Your round white clouds have turned the original blue sky bluer!

Autumn is beautiful, and the beauty is clear. A crisscross stream is singing and dancing, flowing slowly. Autumn is very wheat, and the beauty lies in the scenery. Leaves of different colors and shapes fall from the branches and gently pat the delicate skin of Mother Earth.

I miss it very much because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it very much because I have good memories; I miss it because I had a wonderful childhood; I am happy because I have a beautiful dream; I am happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am very happy because I have clear thoughts like autumn water.

Muddy paths have become winding roads, and poor villages have become prosperous cities. Grandpa Deng's reform and opening-up policy has brought changes to my family.

On that day, the geese in the sky were whispering again, and they all returned to their hometown. But where were the wanderers and those kids outside? Are you still thinking about this pitifully silent village?

A mountain behind the village, a stream in front of the door, bamboo forests on the mountain and fish swimming in the stream are the aura of this beautiful hometown. What can be more extravagant than being an aborigine all your life? If a wanderer comes home and steps on the soft soil, it seems to be hiding in the arms of his hometown, which is very gentle. The familiar barking of dogs and birds can also make a strong man cry three feet. Those who have been depressed for too long, my hometown can finally share our worries.