A beautiful sentence describing homesickness
The first sentence homesickness is the lush apricot tree in my hometown garden. Every June, the tree is full of pink apricot flowers, which are delicate and charming, and they are lovable. The blooming apricot flowers light up a season, warm a season and shine a season. The golden Xinger is like round pearls hanging all over the branches. Decorate a tree enchanting and enchanting, bite an apricot in my mouth, and the sour and sweet taste still lingers on the tip of my tongue. The sweet Xinger in my hometown is a wisp of homesickness that gently entangles my heart.
The second sentence homesickness is a cup of tea, which is a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don't want to say homesickness as 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 away from the noisy world bit by bit. Homesickness is tea, always with a little sweetness in bitterness; Homesickness is tea, but it won't fade away.
the third sentence homesickness is a habit. It's like being used to eating shallots at home and never being able to adapt to Beijing's coriander. Nostalgia makes us have a mindset, because it reminds us of Zongzi wrapped by our grandmother when the Dragon Boat Festival comes, of going to the grave when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, of frozen rice candy and sweet wine when the Spring Festival comes ...
The fourth sentence, that crisscross path, is a muddy dirt road. I don't know how many villagers walk out of that small village full of nostalgia memories with their dreams. Start the journey of your dreams. At that time, a trace of homesickness has been entangled in my heart, and I still don't know it. The responsible fields on both sides of the township path are still green and lush. The lilacs on the roadside are still full of fragrance to welcome people coming and going, and the rural road in my hometown bears witness to the wanderers who go out and return year after year, rain or shine.
the fifth sentence is that this city is bustling and empty, and it is full of vain happiness, while I am desolate everywhere, looking for strange familiarity. When your hand reached out, the pain and weakness I endured were layered. You said it was time to go home. Although it is prosperous and noisy, it never belongs to us. The local accent curled up, tearing tears from my eyes.
sentence 6 on a dock full of ships, a green island is sleeping soundly. The street lamps trembled silently in the dark. The last bus left the station, and the people who returned at night walked quietly through the country road.
The seventh sentence is homesickness, which is a hundred-year-old elm tree outside my mother's house. In summer, it flourishes, and its tall and round crown stands like a big parasol. At hot noon, people nearby go to enjoy the cool. I grew up listening to stories told by adults under the old elm tree. Every spring, the old elm tree is covered with green elm money. Eating a bite of water is tender, sweet and memorable. The roots of the old elm tree, which are deeply rooted in the soil, also hinder my dream of homesickness.
the affectionate sea opens its warm arms. One after another, the white clouds kissed the cheek affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept over the resting earth with the wind. Filar silk yearned to sneak into my heart, and then lost sight.
sentence 9 every night is a rainbow in a dream, connecting the distance between my heart and my hometown. Day by day, it is a boiling river, silently flowing with the nostalgia of the soul. Who's that? By the Yellow River, the rich Henan accent moved me back to the thick soil of the Central Plains. Who is that? On Songshan Mountain, a homesick poem brought me back to my hometown.
the 1th sentence, years of wandering in a foreign land, once regrets and once hopes, alternately occupy the hearts of floating travelers in a foreign land again and again, and finally let go of the thoughts of returning home again and again. Every time my heart is tired, the tender homesickness will suddenly surge, just like the tide washing the lonely heart, burying the troubles, gently licking the scarred heart and soothing the tired heart. At this time, homesickness is like a sheltered harbor, so it is warm.
sentence 11: a white rail stretches the trace of winter. Lavender smoke, clear and messy, fills the air with beautiful traces of migratory birds. A string of deep and shallow footprints floated on the boundless snow field, and the unforgettable memory gradually blurred.
the 12th sentence is missing, like a trickle of water, running in the years separated by mountains and waters, feeling it with your heart and keeping it warm. Harvest more feelings, more beauty and more happiness with gratitude. Standing in the years, I look around, and the days of spring flowers are near … so I smile sweetly!
The 13th sentence is homesickness, which is the tears of my mother's thoughts rolling down her cheeks and wetting my homesickness every night. Many years ago, I got on the train to the north. My mother was in tears and ran with the train waving her arms. The scene of that scene has been in my heart from now on, and it has become a dripping wound in my heart. The bloody homesickness will always flow from the wound.
The 14th sentence homesickness is also a local accent. Sometimes it is buried in the ground of our daily life, but it keeps fermenting, so we will inadvertently pop up a dialect when speaking fluent Mandarin, 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. Local accent is always the mark of which land we belong to.
There are some things in the 15th sentence, which have passed by, leaving traces, becoming 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 after experiencing the thoughts after a disaster.
The 16th sentence homesickness is always related to distance, and always related to leaving home. Homesickness is a line that crosses time and space, this end is a wanderer, and that end is my hometown. The farther the wanderer goes, the tighter the homesickness is. When the wanderer's hair is gray and tired, the deepest and deepest marks are drawn on his heart.
No.17 homesickness is my mother's calloused hands, which used to lead me on my way to school. These hands exchanged labor for my tuition, brought me water and medicine when I was sick, and stroked my cheeks and hair when I was insomnia at night. When I fell asleep peacefully, I couldn't help thinking of my mother's rough hands that pulled me up. My mother's hands held me thick and faint in my heart.
the 18th sentence seems to have parents' exhortation, parents' care and their hard work in the thick homesickness. It is always in my heart, and it goes in a hurry in the long river of time. Before I remember its benefits, it escaped from my eyes, making me want to complain. When I want to turn around and look at it carefully again, I can't find the familiar call, kind parents, girls and youth, only the passage of time and vicissitudes collide in my heart.
sentence 19. In that wisp of homesickness, time took me far away. In my memory, that little girl, her carefree happiness and youth, became gradually approaching and drifting away. Carved a nostalgic look, let me collect it forever.
No.2 homesickness is the old house in my hometown, where I left my laughter and laughter when I was young. When I turned around and looked back, I had a thoughtful gaze. My flower-like years, as well as my youthful dreams blooming in my years, have all been lost in my old house. Now these can only be found in my memory. My 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 my call to dream back at midnight.
sentence 21 I remember scribbling a few words in my diary when I was most lost in a foreign land: "I fell to a foreign land and stood alone, holding up a handful." The river pond water in front of the village is clear, and it is warm and affectionate. Looking up at the blue sky and clouds, listening to the mother's long call. Pour out the memories full of homesickness. Touch the thick stone millstone and crush the lonely thoughts of the journey.
the 22nd sentence is homesick! 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; Hometown is a strong flavor. My beautiful hometown! Devoted my endless thoughts. I don't know which year, when and when I can return to my hometown. But will the trees in those mountains still be there? Will everything change? Yes! Everything may change with the passage of time, but my homesickness will never change.
the 23rd sentence is my homesickness! The mountains floating in my hometown are like the clouds of the past. My homesickness! It pervades the sky, but it torments my heart. My homesickness! It's a sad sigh after I wake up from my dream. My homesickness! It is a slightly blue smoke in the white curl. My homesickness! It is the bitter taste in my heart. My homesickness! It is an eternal pain in my heart. I have always wondered whether leaving my hometown is a doomed mistake.
The 24th sentence homesickness is even more a memory. 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 our memory.
No.25 homesickness is the small river named Shao R in my hometown, which meanders under Yima Mountain. The clear and cool river flows day and night, drifting my homesickness and dreaming of returning to my hometown every night. Homesickness is the month of my hometown, which is still bright. Every month when the moon is full, it draws my attention, stares at the direction of my hometown, and unconsciously sings the sentimental feelings of the moon thousands of miles away.
The 26th sentence, Homesickness Yo, is an ancient ballad, full of mellow and lingering dreams. I care for my children who are traveling with me, and I sing the songs of my hometown all the 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 rich and more caring. This year's Spring Festival is coming, so it's better to meet each other when you miss it. Pack your bags and go home for the New Year. This year's New Year will not be lonely again. This is the best gift for yourself and your parents. Homesickness is temporarily away from me.
There is a passage in the 27th sentence that was once simple and clear, with a faint blue color. There is a pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe when we grow up, everything has changed. If we see more clutch, our hearts will be wrapped as hard as iron. However, in the dark, silent, inch by inch, peeling off are missing bodies.
sentence 28: I stand in the distance and look at my hometown. My eyes are full of bitter tears, and my homesickness is still so long. How can I not think about my past years and past times? Although time has changed its signs, I still read it, think about it and can't forget it.
sentence 29 homesickness is a native of my hometown, and it is still simple. The passionate wine, cup after cup, renders simple enthusiasm. The homesickness poured into the cup was drunk by me, thinking that it would be broken from then 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 me every night. Homesickness is a week and a month in my hometown, a plant and a tree, one person and one thing ...
Sentence 3 A torrential rain has wet all my memories, and homesickness is like a garden full of leeks; Long cut; Cut it long. Everything in my hometown flashes in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming. Once indulged in the frustration of life, however, the unchanging posture of that mountain and that water, that simple family and hometown faded into a song without words and a poem without rhyme in poetry, and my soul had already drifted out and returned to my hometown through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, and I was tasting the pure rice wine with simple and honest villagers.
the direction of hometown is the most beautiful gaze in the depths of memory. When I am integrated into that homeland, too many emotions are revealed, too many scenes are reproduced, too much sadness is pervasive, and too much joy is wandering. When I had to get up and say goodbye again, I unloaded my tiredness for many years and entrusted myself with my full dreams and expectations in my homeland.
the 32nd sentence is homesickness, which is my mother's long-awaited expectation, my sleepless night, my mother's beautiful hair beside her temples, my constant yearning, the concern of my relatives, and the reunion I long for in my heart. Nostalgia is my broken heart, homesickness is my loneliness, homesickness is my constant waiting, homesickness is the song in my dream, homesickness is my wandering sadness, and homesickness is my helplessness buried in my heart.
sentence 33 it's drizzling outside the window; The wind is knocking on my window lattice again tonight, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, which expands for no reason. The dream of wandering for many days vaguely climbed the winding path in the village.
the 34th sentence 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 homesickness that can't be solved is a deep mark carved in my heart and will never go away!
sentence 35 who is that, playing the homesick song on the flute in the moonlight night, and the sad tune inadvertently fills the wasteland in my heart; Who is reading the homesick ancient poem every night, and the sad level drops the boundless and quiet homesickness. I once thought that I was used to living eight to five in this strange city. In the days of frustration like running water, the mountains and rivers in my hometown have gradually drifted away. When I suddenly look back, I find that the fragrance is sealed in my heart, and I understand that I am a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart is always tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown. ;