That homesickness essay 1 In the midsummer of June, I miss my distant hometown lightly. Quietly pour yourself a cup of green tea, and the green naughty elf ripples in the transparent glass and dances freely in the small cup. Thin water vapor curled up, slowly blurring my sight and covering my mind. People are emotional advanced animals, and they are prone to nostalgia. When they walked unconsciously, they suddenly found themselves in the ranks of middle age, gently thinking of a period of time, stranding those youthful years in life, moved by how safe life is!
Quietly reading Miss Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness, and gently listening to the local accent of migrant workers downstairs, my heart is quietly filled with an emotion called homesickness, with a touch of sadness, a shallow but powerful invasion hidden in my chest, that passionate but extremely soft heart.
It's getting longer and longer to leave home and parents, running around for a living, until you hear the local accent and warm and soft dialect, which is enough to make you cry. It turns out that living is the biggest touch of life. At that moment, the hardship and heaviness in life were released in the warm local accent, like my father's warm hand stroking my tired heart, like my mother's wandering wanderer's warm smile and embrace. Homesickness, in the sultry June, you are like the burning sun in the sky, burning on the back of my dear migrant workers and ringing in my heart.
Standing in the ravine of the years, I sincerely re-examine those years that have passed away. The post-70s, post-80s and post-90s are destined to be wandering generations with different ideals and goals. How many times do we remember that our parents were still standing at the entrance of the village, just like when we left home? However, can you see that your parents' temples are all hair through high myopia glasses? However, do you feel that your parents' waist is no longer straight and loose? The only constant is that you can still see you clearly in the eyes of your parents.
Homesickness! You are tofu brewed by my mother herself. When you are happy, you miss your sweet and mellow mouth, which is fresh and crisp. Every time I go home, my mother will greet me with the water from the ancient well, the soybeans she planted and the tofu brewed by the stone mill. I have never been absent for more than ten years. Homesickness, you are bitter gourd brewed by my mother. When I am sad, I miss your deep feeling after bitterness, the shallow bitterness after sweetness, and the face that still smiles clearly through tears. Homesickness, you are the Huangpi fruit tree planted by your mother. Every summer, in the fragrance season of Huangpi fruit, my mother will wait under Huangpi fruit tree and count the days. When the fruits on most branches are ripe, it's time for us to go inside.
Maybe parents must be the most beautiful and warm scenery in the world. In this beautiful scenery, we need to color ourselves to decorate our best selves in life, work hard and live happily. Parents' warm smiles contain our past pains, encouraging us to firmly believe that rainbows are more sunny after rain.
Overlooking the construction site of the new city, my fellow migrant workers are still tirelessly busy under the scorching sun and thunderstorm, perhaps for a better life, perhaps to realize their children's college dreams, perhaps to live in a new house, and to wander in this foreign land like me. May we all be well! I prayed silently from the bottom of my heart, looked back and tapped the keyboard quietly in the soft Buddha music, so my study was faintly filled with homesickness.
After reading the last sentence of "I want Beiping", I feel homesick. The author's infinite attachment to Beijing is like my attachment to my hometown, and a faint homesickness rises around me.
I miss my relatives in my hometown. I lived with my grandparents when I was very young. Because my parents were too busy to take good care of me, I was asked to stay in my hometown and live with my grandparents. Although they are illiterate farmers, I vaguely remember that they also taught me to grow up, learn to be grateful and learn to love. I haven't seen them for three years now, and they may have grown a lot of white hair again. As the days passed, they were getting old quietly, while I was growing sturdily. Thought of here, my eyes can not help but wet. I miss my grandparents far away from home.
I miss the longan tree in my hometown. It can be said that my childhood was spent with the company of longan tree. There is a tall longan tree in the yard of my hometown, which was planted by my grandfather's father. Before the harvest season, I can always eat big, round, sweet and delicious longan. After the bumper harvest, people began to dry longan. In contrast, dried longan without water is quite delicious, and it is an unforgettable sweetness. This tall longan tree is also a treasure to enjoy the cool in summer. Whenever the sun shines high on the earth, my neighbors always move benches to enjoy the cool under my longan tree, and I always accompany my grandmother to listen to everyone chat.
Ok, stop talking, I'm going to cry, I really miss my hometown!
Year after year, I have been wandering outside, and even a smiling face has not been sent to my parents, and my parents have not heard from me. On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month this year, I received a question from afar-my cousin who gets along well in Wenzhou and my cousin who is rich in money in Nanjing sent me a short message: "Brother, can you go home this year? I haven't seen you for four years, only the two of us are at home for the New Year. I always feel much colder without you. I hope you can go home and have a look, ok? "
I will be one year older in three days, except for firecrackers, but now I am a five-star general in the army and I am designing plasma. It will take about four or five years to get out of this cold design room. "A person is a stranger in a foreign land and misses his relatives on holidays." Going or not?
The tea in my hometown releases a faint intoxicating fragrance, holding a cup of tea in my hand, watching the rosy clouds on the horizon and watching the sunset sink into the distant valley bit by bit. Watching the bloody sunset fade to the place where the morning sun rises, watching the clean moonlight stir up waves in my heart. All this, like ripples, ripples in my heart. However, a hint of tea, even the smell, has become a luxury, and this smell slowly dissipates on the tip of my tongue. In my childhood memory, it left a hazy shadow. ...
The next day, my bitter tears of homesickness spilled on my design platform and penetrated into my hometown. ...
The homesickness essay "Spring breeze is green, so is Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon be mine? "
Homesickness has plagued people since ancient times. In ancient times, there was a scholar in cloth who studied hard at a cold window for decades before he was admitted to the first place in the imperial examination. However, the official career is not smooth sailing. Few people step into Qingyun, participate in government affairs, move to their families and share their family happiness with them. But more people have to work in official positions, unable to realize their ambitions and reunite with their families. Their helplessness is mixed with homesickness, and they are homesick. Bai Juyi, who wants to sit at home late at night, also wants to talk about people who travel far away and sigh because they are homesick; There is also the deep homesickness revealed by Wang Wei. He "knows where his brother climbed, but one of the dogwoods is missing".
Not only did people in ancient times feel homesick, but China is still everywhere today. Because of my deep memory of my hometown and my deep yearning for my family, China's unique "Spring Festival travel rush craze" was born. This kind of periodic human migration, which is called the largest in human history, is due to deep homesickness. People do not hesitate to squeeze into the crowded crowd, get on the noisy return train, and spend more than ten hours or even dozens of hours returning to their hometown to reunite with their families who miss the night. Why can they do it? Is there a magic push? Perhaps, that kind of magic temporarily drove away the homesickness that has been entangled for thousands of years.
What is homesickness? Is it a stamp? Is it a ticket? Grave or passage? Maybe, you can only understand, but you can't tell.
The fifth essay on homesickness is August 15th. In the sky, there is a full moon, like a white jade plate, emitting silver light, like a piece of white gauze, shining on the earth and the whole world.
In this lively festival, a young man with fine features and yellow skin sat on a bench at the corner, looking up at the sky, with a faint sadness in his eyes and a "Sichuan" frown. He is homesick.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, his mind is like a movie, and a picture of his hometown emerges. Gradually, his eyes blurred, and a drop of crystal tears slowly flowed out of his eyes.
There are lush trees; Grass, green; In the river, fish are playing happily in the water. The air there is fresh and there is no pollution in the city at all; The trees there grow freely, unlike the trees in the city, which grow neatly and moderately. There is no noise of the city here, quiet, birds and flowers.
A night breeze blew and he woke up suddenly. Everything in his hometown is so clear and unforgettable in his mind. The young man sighed softly. Although he lives in the city, he loves his hometown with green mountains and green waters and flowers.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and Bai Yueguang pulls his figure very long. ...
That homesickness essay is blue in hometown for 6 days, sweet in hometown for water, and good in hometown for people. This mountain is the highest peak in my hometown ... but the bright moon in my hometown is my most unforgettable. It gripped my heart like a rope.
One summer night, I stood on the balcony to enjoy the moon as usual. The moon is really round today. I wonder if the moon in my hometown is the same. Mom must be leaning against the door now, waiting for the child to come back, but … can I go back? I asked Chang 'e on the moon, "When can I go back?" She didn't answer. Moon, moon, please take me home!
I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival when I was a child. My family eats moon cakes and enjoys the moon. The moon that day was as round and bright as it is today. I looked at the moon and asked my father, "Why did Chang 'e go to heaven? "He smiled and didn't answer." I know, she must be cruel! "Then I'm not as cruel as Chang 'e now? Yes, I am far from home now, and I want to go home! Going home, what a warm sentence, but my heart is cold ... thinking about it, I shed two lines of tears.
The water, sky, people and mountains in my hometown are deeply imprinted in my heart. Month always connects me with my hometown. "The moonlight at home is how bright!" It's full of my thoughts about my hometown.
The seventh piece of homesickness prose "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?" .
Homesickness has plagued people since ancient times. In ancient times, scholars in cloth clothes studied hard for decades, only to enter the official career in order to be admitted to the No.1 scholar one day. However, the official career is not smooth sailing. Few people step into Qingyun, participate in state affairs, move to their families and enjoy family happiness with them. However, more and more people have to work in stressful jobs, unable to realize their ambitions or even reunite with their families. The helplessness in their hearts is mixed with the depression of homesickness and becomes homesickness. Just like Bai Juyi, who wants to sit at home late at night and talk about people who travel far away, he is homesick and sighs; There is also the deep homesickness revealed by Wang Wei, just like "knowing where brothers climb from afar, one person misses everywhere."
Not only did people feel homesick in ancient times, but they can still be seen everywhere in China today. Because of my deep memory of my hometown and my deep yearning for my family, China's unique Spring Festival travel rush craze was born. This is called the largest periodic human migration in human history, because of deep homesickness! People do not hesitate to squeeze into the crowded crowd, catch the noisy train home, and spend more than ten hours or even dozens of hours returning to their hometown to reunite with their families who miss each other. Why can they do it? Is there a magic drive? Perhaps, that kind of magic temporarily drove away the homesickness that has been entangled for thousands of years.
What is homesickness? Is it a stamp? Is it a boat ticket? Grave or channel? Maybe, I can only understand, but I can't express.