Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
When my mother grew up there,
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there. We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's in there, now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there, the second song
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings on a moonlit night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog.
After leaving,
My hometown is a tree without rings.
Never grow old. If you need to appreciate something, you can come to me.
2. Homesickness is a warm sweater when you are ignorant, and homesickness is a shallow stream after people woven here go to school there. I stand at the end, my mother grew up at the source, and homesickness is a distant flute. He is playing there and I am listening here, but now homesickness is a full moon. It is such a long journey when the people watching it at this end are in pain and despair. I'm so tired and lonely. Pain is a gathering of one person, which starts and ends by myself. When it is difficult, pain is an infinitely extended space. When I want to leave, I can't find an exit. When I doubt, pain is a constantly dividing cell. When I was a child, happiness was a small candy in my mouth, but it was sweet in my heart. After graduation, happiness is a thick record of classmates, but it brings together the true feelings of all parties. Happiness is a beautiful family portrait. Time goes by, but the smile is cast forever. Now happiness is a warm letter from home, far away but warm in front of us.
Homesickness composition of 3.600 words (homesickness style), what? Nostalgia, patriotism or more?
When I was young, I obeyed everything and didn't know what sorrow was. Same, flowers, carefree. Happiness is short-lived, with no regrets and no stay.
Gradually, I began to grow up. Left home and went to a distant place. I haven't been home for a long time. Mother sent a core. The contents of the letter made my eyes moist. I closed the letter and saw a stamp on the envelope. Small square, but holding me far away from home and my mother who looks forward to it day and night.
This is my first "worry" when I grow up-homesickness caused by stamps.
Grow up, more mature than before. But a little childish about love.
I came back from far away to visit my elderly mother. I should get married.
The bride is beautiful and virtuous. My mother and I are also very harmonious and happy. The wrinkles on mom's face are clearly visible. But a little happiness still exists. Beautiful bride, my return seems to smooth the wrinkles on my mother's face, which is no longer obvious and seems to be looming.
Soon, I went to that distant place again, leaving only my mother and bride. Mother's face lost a trace of happiness. I gave up, but I left anyway.
The result is more yearning for the bride, less communication with my mother, and gradually forgetting my mother, but the yearning for the bride remains the same. We started to go home at both ends in three days, and a boat ticket narrowed our distance. But my heart only has the position of the bride, and my mother only occupies a small corner.
Many years have passed and I have really grown up. Go back to my hometown again and visit my long-lost bride. Suddenly found that there seems to be one person missing at home. It turns out that mom is not at home, and she has gone far away. -heaven. Further than me. I am separated from her by a thick layer of soil, my mother is lying inside and I am standing outside. My thoughts with my mother suddenly returned to the starting point, endless and endless, and she left with her.
-the third point is the "homesickness" across the short grave.
My mother's departure didn't stop me from growing up. I grew up and even began to get old.
There are a few more wrinkles on my face, but I still haven't lost a trace of sadness after vicissitudes. I still miss my mother. The child has grown up.
Gradually, I began to yearn for the mainland, feeling that my mother was there watching me and expecting me to come back to her. I often tell my children that there is something new in the mainland that will make you feel warm. Right here, on the other side of the channel. Just cross the shallow channel of this bay and you can reach it.
So, with this hope, I hope I can return to my mother's side, that warm embrace. On the other side of the mainland-the strait.
I still miss it and look forward to it.
Until I leave, my thoughts will continue until I become "sad".
4. Imitate a poem "Under the Full Moon" with homesickness as its theme. There is moonlight everywhere in the afterglow, and no one cleans it. Then fold a lotus leaf in Zhang Kuo, wrap it in moonlight and put it in Tang poetry.
Flat, like suppressed acacia ... moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves. Homesickness Yu Guangzhong's homesickness as a child is a small stamp. I was here when my mother grew up here. Homesickness is a narrow ticket. I was there when the bride was there. Homesickness is a short grave. I was outside when my mother was inside. Now my homesickness is a shallow strait. I'm on the mainland side and homesick there. The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a Qingyuan flute, which always rings on a moonlit night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old.
The heavy dream of Daoxiang season hangs on the vast fields, and the fragrant breeze blows away the farmers' infatuated dreams. Not moved, but colorful golden waves in the festive atmosphere are swinging in the arms of the water town. It's like drinking thousands of glasses of wine. When the fertile fields are fragrant for thousands of miles, Wangxiangtai boarded Wangxiangtai, looked up at the sky with her feet under the mountain, and sent a touch of Feng Yun to her hometown. There is no Lin Taoshan Road around, which is curved and narrow. Only the road from my hometown leads directly to Wangxiangtai. I saw the mountains and water in my hometown and the pine trees in front of my house. It's like my grandmother's homesickness for years. Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly. Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently. Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.
When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart. The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.
Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown? Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.
Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason. Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.
Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses. Wanderers miss their hometown all the time.
& lt& gt2 Mid-Autumn Moon, the moon is in the sky, sending lovesickness thousands of miles away, and the moon is hanging high, which reminds me of infinite leisure in my heart. Looking around is more pious than pilgrims. Looking from a distance, the same full moon is over the north, hoping to shine on the glow of my hometown. Can you bring back my warm and moist tears and wash my face? The call in my ears suddenly rises under the laurel. According to my mother's kind face, my father is standing in the sunset among the flowers, and his thin figure is gentle in the autumn rain. It feels like it's going up. Drifting duckweed, as far as the sky is concerned, will fly out. Wandering footprints will continue the blood of family ties. How wide the ground is, at most, it should be infiltrated. I will be burdened with heavy debts. When can I be filial to the moon? I will cut a slender reflection on my knee and shake the moonlight. Flying eagle flying over the hometown snowfield is a dream that has been turned over thousands of times. Looking back, is the fruit of my first love still hanging on the laurel tree of memory, emitting fragrance in this beautiful month? The bleak autumn wind at night makes a floating heart colder and colder. The autumn moon is bright and the drizzle flies all night. The high tide in the chest broke through the missing river bank and flooded. The mountains in my hometown are so green, the water in my hometown is so green, the clouds in my hometown are so light, and people in my hometown miss my hometown day after day. I hope that one day, people can reunite with green mountains, green waters and white clouds. The homesick song of Xi Murong's hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog.
After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old. Homesickness Author: Easy to read When the bell rang at dawn, MengMeng woke up? Perhaps the dream of homesickness, spring breeze and autumn wind sent away the rhyme of yesterday's parting melody. What you can't give up is that the wind and rain in your hometown have turned into tiny water drops, and the footprints of the wind are rooted in lingering feelings, blowing the branches and leaves of willows and calling for your hometown. Are you okay? Shuttling between the stars and the moon, I always miss my hometown. The lyrics of David Jiang's Where Peach Blossoms Bloom are in the place where peach blossoms bloom, and there is my lovely hometown. Peach trees are reflected on the clear water. Ah! Hometown! Where I was born and raised, the peach grove is surrounded by beautiful villages. No matter where I stand guard, I always look forward to you affectionately. Where the peach blossoms are in full bloom, there is my charming hometown. The children's laughter ripples in the peach blossom source, and the peach blossom is red on the girl's face. Ah! Hometown! An unforgettable place, for your better scenery, I would like to be stationed in the frontier of ice and snow. Ah! Hometown! An unforgettable place, for your better scenery, I would like to be stationed in the frontier of ice and snow.
5. Imitate homesickness (Composition in Unit 4, Volume 2, Grade 7 of Chinese). Don't wait for time words and place words.
(Your name)
Menqiantou
Homesickness is a small residual ticket.
I'm at this end
The river is over there.
Yuanzili
Homesickness is a narrow food stamp.
I'm at this end
Wealth is over there.
Under the eaves
Homesickness is a dark sunset.
I am outside
The light is inside.
And there.
Homesickness is a rosy light.
I'm at this end
I hope it's over there
Not satisfied, hehe
6. Imitating homesickness is a kind of bitterness that stretches in the bottom of my heart, just like the love between a man and an anonymous person. Where will you go? Homesickness is a great emotion, occupying the deepest part of our hearts.
Homesickness stems from special memories of the past. When the rain at night rings in our ears, homesickness will come to our spiritual bottom as promised. Because every round trip, our homesickness is like a traveler walking out of Yangguan in the west, full of the aesthetic feeling of looking back suddenly.
I once thought about the innocence of homesickness, but after a story of nursery rhymes, I can only grieve for the deconstruction of homesickness. Homesickness is getting farther and farther away from us, or it has been transformed beyond recognition by modern things. Real life is a material battlefield without smoke, and the contest between money and morality is a refuge that can't stand homesickness gradually. Is there a back garden for human beings to rest and relax in our time when the spirit and feelings are completely collapsed and instrumentalism is invincible?
Perhaps everything that exists is reasonable, so when the strait-like homesickness is slowly covered by modern high-rise buildings, when the blood-like homesickness is diluted by popular culture in one fell swoop, and when the mainland-like homesickness is completely defeated by sensory pleasure, our boring heart may have forgotten the direction of going home. Will homesickness still make you homesick? Looking back, homesickness was the spiritual connection of a dusty history, so the thunder in the paper pile spread the meaningful soul of "old friend, story, hometown" in the long river of culture.
When the sunset takes away the memory of spring in your life, can you still welcome the joy of archaeologists excavating the historical sea in the twilight?
Perhaps the deconstruction of homesickness is a helpless reality. When it is not a work of art, when it is said to be an emotional luxury, when it has become a cold memory, that unforgettable memory will not become a big lie.
In fact, we are also in a material society without homesickness, and the spiritual monument supporting our hearts collapsed in a disaster without storms. We love strange cities, we wander around the streets after drinking, we enjoy fresh performances, and we cheer for the wandering of youth.
Four seas at home, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, how wonderful! Does homesickness only make me struggle? What makes us even more embarrassed is that the beautiful hometown we recalled lost face in the sandstorm. How can I proudly write the truest words in the latest meeting after a long separation?
After homesickness was banished by industrial civilization, the emotional substitute for comfort can only be the acquired materials made on the machine assembly line, which helps to strengthen the body muscles, but does not ask whether the heart is warm or not? The modern "homesickness edition" is so trendy and different: the keyboard "sends it to the north on a rainy night" makes the future of homesickness come true with a glimpse of online affection; The boredom of telephone feelings leads to the unnecessary dumping of post-modern emotional garbage in the text feast; Check remittance, credit card guarantee the world, and suck up the spiritual fat of love with the most economical and practical exchange.
Homesickness is really just an emotional shell. Is its back garden still in the depths of peach blossoms? If the outside world is wonderful, can you put aside the bitterness of homesickness and let others drink it themselves? Remember homesickness, and let people sing more beautifully about love! "It's okay to meet, and I don't always miss you." There are always lonely times in distant places, so our writing, our singing and our meditation will inevitably overflow the fragrance of homesickness. At that time, the hometown that I couldn't go back to was so lovely, just like the nursery rhyme that my mother sang softly at the cradle when I was a child.
We will gradually understand that homesickness is a masterpiece of history, which gives us not only the clear spring in the desert, but also the dew of travelers' hearts on earth. May homesickness be revived in the spiritual grave with the rebirth of human thinkers, and don't let us lose a few acres of dreamland.
The first section, at this time, the author is "young and left home" to study, without the vicissitudes of life, with a slight feeling that "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow" and more attachment to their mothers;
In the second section, the wife is a relative who has lived together all her life, and the bride is the most beautiful scenery she appreciates in her life. When reading aloud, we should pay attention to the warmth and tenderness in the faint sadness;
The third section, the proper use of vibrato, expresses a kind of deep sadness like crying;
In the fourth section, at the end of the article, the poet sublimated from his personal joys and sorrows to his yearning for his home country: at this time, music reaches * * *! So it is necessary to read it with twists and turns. Especially in the last sentence, one word at a time, the tone should be raised, and "in-the-head" should be kept flowing, and the feeling of passion and generosity should be read out.
7. Write a poem with homesickness as the topic, with no less than four graffiti. Let me give you a job.
homesickness
April wind
Blow away lonely flowers and bones
Hometown in April
Have you ever missed the drifting river?
Miss the wandering wanderer
I miss the feeling many years ago.
And pear petals that withered many years ago
Fall into a lonely village
And that happy little carp.
Swinging his little tail.
Swim in the stream of memory
It's still a little cold in the morning.
And the loneliness of several birch trees.
And some crows in the distance.
And the vague shadows of distant mountains
When melancholy is like a flood in August
Homesick person
Sitting under the Leng Yue in April.
The flood has overflowed overhead.
Can't breathe