1, night shift
Tanggaoshi
The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad?
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
2. "Tianjin Sha Qiu Si"
Ma Yuan Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
3. Nanpu Bie
Tang Bai Juyi
In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
4. "Cut plums"
Song liqing Zhao
Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn, Luo Shang light solution.
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
5. Untitled Part IV
Tang Li Shangyin
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
Storms make nut horns ecstasy, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves?
It's useless to be a straight man, but it can make my heart relaxed! .
6. "Operator"
Song Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen?
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
7. quatrains
Don du fu
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn.
This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
8. Qiu Si
Tang zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
9. "Runzhou Listening to Twilight"
Tanglishe
Jiangcheng blew the horn and the water was boundless, and the song caused complaints.
Startled up at dusk, the geese on the sand, Haimen oblique two or three lines.
10, Qiu Jiang
Song daoqian
The red leaves and maple trees drop wine flags, and the sunset in Baishazhou is hazy.
After a few soft voices, people in Jiangcun went home at night.
Yulinling 1 1
Song Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Yellow crane tower 12
Don Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, the twilight was boundless, and the waves of the river were filled with sad mist!
Ps: A good sentence to describe homesickness is 1. Homesickness is a kind of memory, and memory is unpredictable, so homesickness is not enough. Wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, the hometown in memory will never change. We will tell every detail accurately, but when we return to our hometown, we find that great changes have taken place. We would rather see a village in memory than be ruthlessly tampered with by time. But when we left disappointed, homesickness began to accumulate and ferment again, so we tried to touch the knocker of our hometown in memory.
2. My homesickness! The mountains floating in my hometown are like clouds in the past. My homesickness Filled the sky, but tortured my heart. My homesickness This is a sad sigh after I woke up from my dream. My homesickness It is a kind of slightly blue smoke, which is white and curly. My homesickness It's the pain in my heart. My homesickness It is the eternal pain in my heart. I've been wondering if leaving my hometown is a doomed mistake.
3. Have a pure sunny heart with a faint blue color. There is a pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe everything will change when we grow up. If we see more clutches, our hearts will be as hard as iron. However, in the dark, silent, inch by inch, peeling off are missing bodies.
I looked at my hometown from a distance, my eyes were full of bitter tears, and my homesickness was still so long. How could I not want to go? Although time has changed its logo, I still read it, think about it and never forget it.
Homesickness is a native of hometown, and it is still simple. Passionate wine, glass after glass, exaggerates simple enthusiasm. The homesickness poured into the cup was drunk by me, thinking that it would be broken from now on. Who would have thought that it would swim along the blood, go deep into my blood vessels, my bone marrow, hide in my heart, and haunt my dreams every night. Homesickness is a week in my hometown, one tree, one person and one thing. ...
6. Homesickness is the small river named Shaoling in my hometown, which winds at the foot of Yima Mountain. The cool river flows day and night, wandering my homesickness and dreaming of returning to my hometown every night. Homesickness is the moon in my hometown, and it is still bright. Every month when the moon is full, attract my eyes, stare at the direction of my hometown, unconsciously sing the sadness of the moon and send me homesickness.
7. Homesickness, an ancient ballad, is mellow and haunting. Caring for the children who travel together, singing homesick songs all year round. "Homesickness is the most beautiful scenery and unforgettable memory in homesickness. After years of wind and rain, homesickness has become more and more intense and more concerned. This year's Spring Festival is coming, so it's better to meet each other if you miss it. Pack your bags and go home for the New Year. This year's New Year won't be lonely. This is the best gift for yourself and your parents. Homesickness is temporarily away from me.
Homesickness is a lush apricot tree in my hometown garden. Every June, the trees are full of pink apricot flowers, which are so delicate and charming that people can't put it down. The blooming apricot blossoms light up a season, warm a season and shine a season. Golden Xinger is like round pearls hanging all over the branches, decorating a tree enchanting and charming, and taking a bite of apricot meat in your mouth is sweet and sour.
Homesickness is a cup of tea, a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don't want to say homesickness is wine, because homesickness is not as strong as wine. Homesickness can only be a wisp of fragrance in the dark night without people, which will dissolve us from the noisy world bit by bit. Homesickness is tea, and there is always some sweetness in bitterness; Homesickness is tea, but it will not fade away.
10. Homesickness is a habit. Just like eating shallots at home will never get used to Beijing's coriander. Homesickness gives us a state of mind. Because of it, we will think of the zongzi wrapped by grandma when the Dragon Boat Festival comes, the grave when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, the rock sugar and sweet wine when the Spring Festival comes. ...
1 1. That narrow path is a muddy dirt road. I don't know how many villagers bid farewell to their loved ones with their dreams and walked out of that small village full of nostalgic memories. Start your dream journey. At that time, a trace of homesickness has been entangled in my heart and I still don't know it. The responsibility fields on both sides of the township road are still in full of green. The lilacs on the roadside are still fragrant, welcoming people who come and go. The country roads in my hometown witness the wanderers who come back from home year after year, rain or shine.
12. This city is bustling and empty, full of vain happiness, but I am barren everywhere, looking for strange familiarity. When your hand reached out, there were levels of pain and weakness I endured. You said it was time to go home. Although it is bustling and noisy, it never belongs to us. The local accent curled up and tears flowed from my eyes.
13. On the dock full of ships, a green island is sleeping soundly. The street lamp trembled silently in the darkness. The last bus left the station, and the people who came back at night walked quietly through the country road.
14. Homesickness is the century-old elm tree outside my mother's house. In summer, it is flourishing, and the crown of the high Gao Yuanyuan stands like a big parasol. In the hot noon, people nearby go to enjoy the cool. I grew up listening to adults telling stories under the old elm tree. Every spring, the old elms are covered with green elm money. A sip of water is tender, sweet and unforgettable. The roots of the old elm tree, deeply rooted in the soil, also hindered my dream of homesickness.
15. The affectionate sea opens its warm arms. White clouds kissed the cheek affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept the still earth with the wind. Filar silk longed to sneak into my heart, and then disappeared.
16. Every night is a rainbow in my dream, connecting the distance between my heart and my hometown. Day after day, it is a boiling river, silently flowing with the homesickness of the soul. Who's that? When I arrived at the Yellow River, the strong Henan accent moved me back to the thick soil of the Central Plains. Who's that? On Songshan, a homesick poem brought me back to my hometown.
17. Time changes, years of wandering in a foreign land, once regrets and once hopes alternately occupy the hearts of strangers wandering in a foreign land again and again, and finally put down the idea of returning home again and again. Whenever the heart is tired, the gentle homesickness will suddenly surge, just like the tide washes away the lonely heart, buries the troubles, gently licks the scarred heart and soothes the tired heart. At this time, homesickness is like a sheltered harbor, so it is warm.
18. A white railroad track stretched the traces of winter. Lavender smoke is clear and messy, and the air is filled with beautiful traces of migratory birds. A string of deep and shallow footprints floated on the boundless snowfield, and the unforgettable memory gradually blurred.
19. Missing is like a trickle, running in the years separated by mountains and rivers, feeling with your heart and warming with your heart. Harvest more feelings, more beauty and more happiness with gratitude. Standing in the years, I looked around, and the days of warm spring in bloom were near ... so I smiled sweetly!
20. Homesickness is my mother's tears rolling down her cheeks and wetting my homesickness every night. Many years ago, I got on the train to the north. My mother ran with the train waving her arms in tears. Since then, the scene in my heart has become a bleeding wound in my heart, and bloody homesickness always flows from the wound.
2 1. Homesickness is also a local accent. Sometimes it is buried in the ground of our daily life, but it keeps fermenting, so when we speak fluent Mandarin, we will inadvertently pop up a dialect, so we will be so sensitive to the familiar sounds suddenly sounded in thousands of accents, so we will easily switch between two different languages skillfully. The local accent is always a sign of which land we belong to.
22. Some things, after passing, leave traces and become years and memories. Although there is a little pain, it will be ignored occasionally, but it will never be forgotten. Some emotions, like the simple feelings of teenagers, will show a faint blue color after experiencing a disaster.
23. Homesickness is always related to distance and going abroad. Homesickness is a line through time and space, one end is a wanderer, and the other end is hometown. The farther a wanderer goes, the tighter his homesickness becomes. When the wanderer's hair is gray and tired, his heart will draw the deepest and deepest mark.
24. Homesickness is my mother's calloused hand. It used to be these hands that led me on my way to school. These hands exchanged labor for my tuition. These hands brought me water and medicine when I was ill. These hands touch my cheeks and hair when I have insomnia at night. Until I fell asleep peacefully, I couldn't help thinking of my mother's rough hands that pulled me up. My mother's hands hold the faint homesickness in my heart.
25. In that deep homesickness, it seems that there are parents' exhortations, parents' concerns, and their efforts. It has always been in my heart, rushing by in the long river of time. Before I remembered its benefits, it ran away from my eyes, making me want to complain. When I want to turn around and take a closer look, I can't find the familiar call, kind parents, girls and youth, only the passage of time and vicissitudes collide in my heart.
26. In that homesickness, time took me far away. In my memory, that little girl, her carefree happiness and youth, became drifting away. Carve a nostalgic look and let me collect it forever.
27. Homesickness is an old house in my hometown, where I left my laughter and laughter when I was young. When I turned around and looked back, there was a thoughtful stare. My flower-like years, as well as my youthful dreams blooming in the years, were lost in my old house. Now these can only be found in my memory. The old house is my warm memory, my melancholy in my dream and my homesickness. The old house bears my expectation of reunion, and it is the call of my midnight dream.
28. I remember doodling a few words in my diary when I was most lost in a foreign land: "I fell into a foreign land and felt lonely, so I picked it up." The pond water in front of the village is crystal clear and tender. Look up at the blue sky and white clouds and listen to the mother's long call. Pour out nostalgic memories. Touch the thick stone mill and crush the lonely thoughts of the journey.
29. Homesick people! Homesickness is an incurable pain. For people who are far away from home, everything in their hometown is so beautiful. Hometown is a flower that never fades; Hometown is an eternal painting; The flavor of hometown is very strong. My beautiful hometown! Pour out my endless thoughts. I don't know when, when and when I can go back to my hometown. But will the trees in those mountains still be there? Will everything change? Yes! With the passage of time, everything may change, but my homesickness will never change.
30. A shower wet all my memories. Homesickness is like a garden full of leeks. Long cut; Cut it long Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. Once indulged in the frustration of life, however, the unchanging posture of that mountain, that simple family and hometown faded into a song without words and a poem with Kubinashi rhyme in poetry. My soul had already floated out and returned to my hometown through the Qianshan Mountain, where I was tasting pure rice wine with simple folks.
3 1. The direction of hometown is the most beautiful gaze in the depths of memory. When I am integrated into that native land, too many emotions are revealed, too many scenes reappear, too much sadness pervades, and too much joy lingers. When I have to get up and say goodbye again, I will unload my years of fatigue and entrust my full dreams and expectations to my hometown.
32. Homesickness is my mother's earnest expectation. Homesickness is my sleepless night. Homesickness is my mother's beautiful hair. Homesickness is my constant yearning. Homesickness is the concern of relatives. Homesickness is the reunion I long for in my heart. Homesickness is my broken heart, my loneliness, my constant waiting, my dream, my wandering sadness and my helplessness.
33. It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window; Tonight, the wind is knocking on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, expanding for no reason. The dream of wandering for many days vaguely climbed the winding path in the village.
34. Homesickness is a song, a poem, a word, the fatigue of running, the vicissitudes of life, and the unforgettable thoughts. Thick and faint homesickness has melted into my blood and become my breath all the time. This kind of homesickness that can't be solved is a deep mark engraved in my heart and will never disappear!
35. Who played homesick music on the flute in the moonlight night, and the sad tune inadvertently filled the wasteland in my heart; Who is reading the ancient poems of homesickness every night, and the degree of sadness drops the boundless and quiet homesickness. I used to think that I used to live an eight-to-five life in this strange city. In the days of frustration, the mountains and rivers in my hometown have gradually drifted away. Looking back suddenly, I found that fragrance was sealed in my heart and I realized that I was a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown.