Article about nostalgia
Article about nostalgia, hometown is the place we are deeply attached to, the place where we grew up, making us unforgettable, no matter where we go, We all miss our lovely hometown, and homesickness makes us haggard. Let’s enjoy the articles about homesickness and feel the charm of homesickness.
Nostalgia Article 1
A group of naughty little fish chase Jin Liang’s innocence.
A group of happy children stepped on the silky water.
Suddenly in a dream, I seemed like a child in a dream, listening to the golden sound of the sun in Lingchuan, Guilin, by the Chaotian River. Spinning tops, rolling hoops, and scooters are blown by the wind, just like silent nostalgia and bells of time, gently hitting the ears.
The countryside is really interesting. In the chattering of the little fish, I find the hint of childishness.
In pastoral poetry, in the laughter of children, I spread the wings of my childlike innocence.
Water trails, water town walks, water zip lines, pig cage bridges, pendulum bridges, water rafting, as well as sheep trails and cow trails are like poetic nostalgia, wandering in the babbling dragon bone water The car was grinding against the creaking rocks.
I chant in my heart and outside, the love of nature is between the dripping water.
The grace inside and outside the body, the beauty of nature, beauty lies in the eyes of children.
The blacksmithing workshop, straw weaving workshop, bamboo weaving workshop, bean curd workshop, handmade soap workshop, cloth workshop, and pottery workshop are all scenes of childhood. Oil pressing mill, tofu mill, water mill, brewing mill, soy sauce mill, all are the taste of childhood.
An illustration of water and sunshine, a romance embroidered by green trees.
A scroll of love in the world, gentle and gentle in the breeze.
Let countless pasts be restored, and countless memories return to their places. In a nursery rhyme from northern Guangxi, I returned to the morning dew.
The sound of fishermen and drums sweeps through the beauty of the Li River.
Old houses live in Canggu in northern Guangxi.
The authentic horse head wall rides on my former childish face, gradually turning into magic.
The whitish old wine flags are hung with my ancient associations, and I return to meditation.
The exquisiteness of the intangible cultural heritage in northern Guangxi, the nostalgia etched in time, the humanity inhabiting the Lishui River, and the lush scenery. The long puddles of the ancient Hunan-Guangxi Road, the agarwood condensed over time, the beautiful folk customs, and the piety that rests in people's hearts.
In the Li family ancestral hall, I weighed the legacy of "propriety, justice, integrity and shame" with a sharp edge that penetrated my bones.
In the folk houses in Lishui, I thought about the implication of "three more than nine such things" and had the desire to bloom.
A scale square, weighing people in Lishui. I met the justice of "Everything is on the scale, but there is nothing in the street", I met the glory of eight hundred years of innocence, and I met "Man is doing it, the sky is watching, the stars are falling on the scale; longevity is No loss, no loss of fortune, fortune depends on balance." The balance of destiny.
In the quiet bricks and tiles, I am fascinated by the simplicity and vastness.
In the deep corridors and alleys, I was deeply immersed in the tranquility and tranquility that vibrated at the same frequency.
The beauty of Lishui people’s homes is formed by mountains and rivers, culture is the soul, children’s faces are the flowers, and nostalgia is the root.
Finding my lost childhood and my wandering homesickness, on the eaves where dragons and phoenixes gathered together, I returned to my original intention. Nostalgia Article 2
The clouds in my hometown are extremely clean, and they wipe the blue sky casually from time to time. There is no trace of dirt in the blue sky, and it has become unusually blue. It seems that the water will overflow accidentally and turn into drizzle, falling down, and then draw a beautiful rainbow between the sky and the earth in the west, making the people in my hometown smile on their faces. Flowers of happiness bloom on your face, between your brows, and in your heart.
The clouds in spring are like the beautiful face of a girl, clean, soft, and slightly shy.
Wisps of white gauze streak across the sky quietly, carefully wiping the ever-changing mirror - the moon. The moon mirror becomes very translucent, especially at night. As long as you can stop for a moment, enjoy the breeze and look up at the bright moon, you can see the cleanness of the mirror.
You can even identify your sweetheart in it. At this time, the spring clouds will freshen up and dress up in front of the moon from time to time. For a moment, let yourself become the streamer in Feitian's hand in Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, light and stretched; for a moment, let yourself become the shawl on the plump shoulders of Concubine Yang of the Tang Dynasty, quiet enough to make people breathe still, and even hear people's innermost feelings. We sighed softly, for the fragility and beauty of the cloud; sometimes the cloud would be moved by its own beauty, and blushed unconsciously, so we saw the crimson beautiful morning glow and sunset glow.
At this time, she will return to her lonely boudoir to rest with a satisfied mood, leaving the sky full of stars and the bright moon that she once used as a mirror, and then In his sleep, he regarded the starlight as his necklace, the moon as the comb in his black hair, and had a sweet dream of meeting Prince Charming.
In the morning, a burst of birdsong woke up the clouds, and also woke up the peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms and other large and small flowers all over the sky. The heaven and earth were suddenly filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Big girls, little girls, new and old wives, even men and old women, big and small, were attracted by the beauty and fragrance of the flowers and ran to see them. The spring cloud was jealous, so she pouted her little mouth, stamped her little feet, snorted, and changed her face.
She waved her little hand made of petals and blew hard. Suddenly, the world was covered in misty dust, which seemed to destroy all the flowers.
Until she had had enough trouble and was tired of it, she would lean on the rocks softly and wipe away her tears in grievance. Suddenly, the spring rain as precious as oil fell on the world.
After crying enough, she felt comfortable, and Xia came.