Write 700 words about homesickness 1
"When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket ... "This is Homesickness written by Yu Guangzhong. In fact, this kind of homesickness can also be found in my father. Thick and sweet!
Homesickness is a kind of nostalgia. Dad misses the days when he used to play games with friends. At that time, there were many games: hopscotch, shuttlecock kicking, guerrilla fighting, eagle catching chickens, fishing, catching cicadas and so on. Among them, catching cicadas is the favorite of my father and friends. In summer, naked, holding a bamboo pole, separately looking for cobwebs everywhere. As soon as they found the cobwebs, they wrapped them with bamboo poles, kneaded them into a ball, dipped them in some water and then stuck them. The rest is to find the target. Follow the cicada's cry and look around for the cicada's position. After finding the target, I crept closer, raised the bamboo pole and stuck the cicada with a sticky ball. After catching cicada, friends are bigger than cicada, or tie cicada with thread and let it fly everywhere. That's a live kite.
Homesickness is a piece of writing paper. Because there was no telephone at that time, my father went to school and boarded out, so he could only write to his grandparents. Usually once a month, it mainly introduces your study or asks about your grandparents' physical condition. After writing a letter, you usually have to read it several times, then fold it carefully, then fill in the envelope, put the writing paper in the envelope and put it in the mailbox, and a missing letter will fly out. Look at now, although communication is developed, telephones, mobile phones, QQ and WeChat are all available, but the weight written on paper is gone, and homesickness is not so strong.
Homesickness is a concern, and my father is most concerned about grandpa's back. At that time, I had to catch a train early in the morning, and my grandmother got up at 3 o'clock to make a fire and cook. After dinner, grandpa carried his father's luggage over two hills and came to the roadside to wait for the bus. Dad followed grandpa, looking thin and slightly hunched, with tears in his eyes. While searching anxiously, grandpa told his father to take care of himself outside. The moment I got on the bus, I was sad but didn't say it. Grandpa sent his father hundreds of times, and his father owed him a tight hug. Grandpa 1 1 died years ago, which is a great regret of his father.
In fact, homesickness is hidden in the bits and pieces of life. As long as you feel with your heart, you can find it!
Write homesickness 700 words 2
Like ice piercing the chest, something gurgled out, boiling hot. -inscription
The waves beat against the coast, stirring up a little spray and hitting the instep, which was a little cold.
When I was young, whenever I studied homesickness poems, I felt that the poems were really good and had a unique charm in my mouth, but the homesickness contained in them was so melodramatic that I really didn't know the taste of homesickness when I was young.
Now, I am standing on the beach in a foreign land, but I want to say something. Where can I say it? I'm afraid someone will laugh at my sentimentality again.
Looking at the sea, blue sea and blue sky, leisurely, good is comfortable. But this scene reminds me of a poem: under the green hills, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Green mountains and green waters, singing and singing, are all guest roads; Blue sea and blue sky, Ji Xiang, Sha Ou, is for other places to see. It's melodramatic again. I laugh.
But that's homesickness! Every time I think of it, I have mixed feelings Homesickness, homesickness, repeating your name will give birth to a trace of sadness. These two words are the breakthrough of feelings, and the feelings that have been buried for a long time will pour out carelessly. Things in my hometown, people in my hometown, even just the name of my hometown, all pierce my chest like bundles of ice. When I first felt cold, I realized that there was heat flowing out of it. It was a deep yearning mixed with blood. Called homesickness.
I don't know what homesickness is, but it seems far from enough to say that it is a kind of sadness of missing hometown. A person, even if he only lives in a city for a period of time, will breed feelings; The hometown, however, carries many memories, many moods and even people's souls. As the saying goes, fallen leaves return to their roots, birds fly back when they are tired, and wanderers want to go home. It's just that many people can't go home because of some fetters, so remember. This memory is also called homesickness.
I think homesickness is inextricably linked. When the wind blows a little, it will involve the heart and soul. It should be a call between cold air and cold air. Although you are cold and stiff, you will look back with a smile. It should be a dim and lonely lamp on an empty street in the dark. Obviously, it flashed out, but I was persistent and unwilling to go out. It seems to be alive, often humming childhood tunes in its ears, and it is warm and heartfelt. It is a part of the soul, which melts into the bone and blood, which makes me very worried to read.
Homesickness tastes bad, how can we say that sadness tastes good? Sadness is bound to lead the heart, evoke thoughts, make people miss the past more and more, and homesickness, which also has this evocative power, will eventually give people more warmth. How can I give up such sadness?
Homesickness, so hard to give up, is even more reluctant for me. I long for its gentle and considerate protection. I long for lingering comfort. It's hard to give up, and I don't want to give up, so I will remember it forever.
Write homesickness 700 words 3
Because I go back to my hometown every Spring Festival, I always remember my hometown, which is full of rape blossoms.
In the bleak fields at the end of winter, the newly planted rape flowers are turning green; Through the cold and quiet winter, she will make a grand appearance on the field. I have never despised the colorful and delicate flowers, but I have filled the whole field silently. The breeze blew, and layers of golden waves gathered into a golden ocean.
In spring, in my hometown, rape has been in full bloom, bringing us a romantic season. At noon, the country road full of rape blossoms was crowded, and a burst of sweetness made people dizzy. It's like dreaming back to the previous dynasties, and the fragmented dreams have linked my childhood together and become more and more clear.
"A hundred acres of courtyard is half moss, and peach blossoms are full of flowers." In the cold winter, no crops survive in the field, so cauliflower is planted to fill the gap in the long winter.
At this time, there will be a large number of tourists coming. They will take photos, pick and have fun in rape flowers. And we children will not be idle, playing hide-and-seek in the fields, so big and blocked by tall cauliflower, which makes people confused. Sometimes I will follow adults to pick immature vegetable seedlings, and when I get home, I can add a good dish-vegetarian fried rapeseed, and the taste of spring overflows from here.
When the cauliflower is ripe, every family will go out. Usually two people can harvest an acre of land a day, one with a sharp knife in front and one behind. In this process, we must do four things: light cutting, light release, light binding and light transportation. This is because rape flowers are very fragile when they are just ripe and will be damaged if they are not careful.
Later, after four to five days of drying, put them away, pile them up, put plastic sheets on the bottom, rub the rape pods with your hands, and the black and bright rape flowers will jump out in a hurry and fall straight on the plastic sheets, and then rub, pat and shake them hard. Looking at the hill of rapeseed, grandma's face showed a satisfied smile.
After all the rapeseed is dried, it is sent to the oil mill in the village to extract oil. Black rapeseed oil flows out of the oil press like water from a mountain. Rapeseed oil is black and shiny, with a strong aroma, which is fascinating.
Grandma said that in the past, the family was poor and it was rare to buy pork and suet several times a year. Rapeseed has become the main edible oil in the family, part of it is for personal use, and the other part is used to subsidize the family.
Rape flowers, dedicated their best years to the countryside, let those rural people spend the most difficult time, isn't it a kind of selflessness!
I walked out of my hometown, but I couldn't get out of the golden rape field in my memory. My homesickness has always been related to the rape field, which is where I fill and stay.
Write homesickness 700 words 4
When I was very young, I would recite Mr. Yu Guangzhong's short poem "Homesickness" on the balcony. But my father said, you will understand when you grow up.
Later, I learned that you can see mountains and water, and remember to be homesick to keep your roots.
Zhejiang, referred to as Zhejiang. Known as "Zhejiang" by many people. It is the land of fish and rice in the eyes of the world. Jinyun is a small town.
We are not near the sea, and there is only one Oujiang River as the main water system running through the urban area in the county. Here, the sun shines on you, the mountains arch you and the Woods support you. You breathe freely and your pores relax.
Where's the family? That's home. The place where you grew up is your hometown.
Jinyun is the origin of sesame seed cake, which is crisp outside and waxy inside, with endless aftertaste. Jinyun has the first batch of 4A scenic spots and 5A scenic spots in China-Xiandu. China Jiuqu Lianxi and Shili Gallery; The mountains and rivers are elegant and the clouds are lingering. There are 0/60 Qifeng/KLOC-blocks and 27 grotesque caves, which have the reputation of "the beauty of Guilin, the wonder of Huangshan Mountain and the danger of Huashan Mountain". Dinghu Peak is called "the first peak in the world" and "the first bamboo shoot in the world". At the peak, pines and cypresses store water into pools, which are inexhaustible in four seasons. Grass once wrote the poem "The Seven Wonders of Dingfeng Lake", "The mountain falls in a foggy day, and the Pinghu waves rise. From a distance, the solitary column turned into a haze and sprinkled with golden pine to praise it.
There is my homesickness here.
This is my homesickness.
I know I still live in my hometown. Mr Yu Guangzhong's homesickness is that of Taiwan Province Province and China. And my homesickness, even though I am still in my hometown, is because I know that I may eventually lose this land.
I walked on the country road here, watching the drizzle wet the field road here, watching its ripples spread in the pond, and watching the distant sunset pass over the peaks and roofs.
Go to Jianchuan Huahai in early spring to see the clouds and smoke in the sky in early April. At dusk, the wind was soft, the stars flashed unintentionally, and the drizzle was scattered in front of the flowers. In June, I was bathed in the breeze of Sophora japonica in June. I saw the pure blend of black and white in the ancient house in Heyang, and learned about the champion culture here. In autumn, watch rhubarb leaves fall. Slowly, it crossed the wind, the light blue sky, the knife light in the sky, and Chen Meng with yellow and gray buildings. There is a faint burning smell on the leaves. The sun bakes all mature things more mature, and the yellow maple leaves are mixed with all oak leaves and burn to the horizon. In winter, because it doesn't often snow in the south, I am so happy every time it snows. You will carefully write down the poems and words you love.
We may be just a small town, but time flows gently and quietly. I wish you all a happy new year.
There is a wrong banquet between songs. Happy new year, happy new year. This dish was handed down by delicate hands. Harmony into the east wind.
It is better for a child to win than for a child to win. It is more playful to wear. Happy New Year, Gigiri. Everything goes well with Pepsi.
Write homesickness 700 words 5
The lamp is the galaxy of the city, and the star is the lamp of the country.
I often see the word "homesickness" in books, which sounds heavy and seems to be an emotion that the author cannot get rid of.
For me, homesickness is more of a taste of the year.
During the Spring Festival, I prefer the excitement of my hometown to the cold in big cities.
My hometown is in the countryside. During the Spring Festival there, the family had a lively reunion, and the smoke in the village curled up. The wanderer from afar came back, and the host and Lucy visited a family, all of which were very enthusiastic. It is often a large group of people around a big round table, eating, drinking and playing cards all day.
Usually take turns to treat people to dinner. The host family washes dishes early in the morning, kills chickens and ducks, and takes care of fish and shrimp. Generally speaking, it will be easier at noon. It was not until the afternoon that the "banquet" officially began, and the guests came in twos and threes. Have a plenty of unexpected visits, the host didn't mind at all, enthusiastically talked a few words, handed a cigarette and asked the other person to sit down for dinner, but the other person was not at all polite and sat down generously. Guests who make an appointment usually bring some gifts, wine and meat. Soon all the meals were served, about a dozen dishes! Everyone quickly took their seats and began to eat, and sometimes more people came to add tables. After dinner until dusk, the host family will pull the table into a bright room to continue. After dinner, everyone will continue to chat and play cards.
Evening is the happiest time for children. They take money from adults. There are many children around the gate of the only canteen in the village. The children took all the money out of their pockets and replaced it with all kinds of fireworks. Then let it run. Home is the most lively, smashing guns, throwing guns, flying monkeys, flying squirrels, hot wheels, fireworks sticks, fireworks, firecrackers ... "Hundreds of guns are ringing", and the village only heard scratching, as if to light up the sky. A child threw one or two firecrackers into the room, and the adults in the room were shocked and almost exploded. Parents got up to give their children a lesson, and the guests smiled and pulled them to sit down. The children ran away early ... and so on until late at night.
City, or that city. Village, or that village. What I miss about my hometown is this strong local flavor.
I think this is probably homesickness.
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