The story of Zhou Enlai's homesickness-
"Now, we have won the national victory, and I must go back to Huai 'an!" His speech was finally drowned out by a burst of warm applause.
Seven years later, when he met Wang Ruxiang, deputy head of Huai 'an County in the West Flower Hall, he said again:
"Yes, I don't want to go back and see! 1946, when I was in Nanjing Meiyuan New Village, I dreamed that I was boating in Wen Qu again. When I woke up, I thought, I must go back to see the liberation of the whole country in the future, but there are still many things waiting for me to do in these years. Sometimes I am busy with work, encounter difficulties and have troubles that I can't get rid of. I'm too nervous to eat or sleep. I really want to go back to my childhood friends, climb the Drum Tower (now Huailou Town) and fly kites ... "
Although Wang Ruxiang could understand Zhou Enlai's words, he still did not forget the entrustment of the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee when he came: You should always pay attention to rest, no matter how busy you are at work, you should go home when you have time! "
Zhou Enlai replied with a smile: "Lao Wang, you are an official. I won't lie to you. Let me tell you a story. You told the referee that a ferryman rowed his boat into the middle of a fast-flowing river. At this time, he felt very tired, and the other side was a place that tourists yearned for. What do you say? "
Yes, in Zhou Enlai's mind, he is just a ferryman. He will try his best to paddle and drive the people of the whole country to the other side of wealth, so he can only give up his "small family" and take care of "everyone"
Zhou Enlai misses his hometown and has said many times that he wants to go home. To this end, the leaders of Huai 'an County have quietly repaired his former residence, widened the main streets in Nanmen Street and other urban areas, repaired Zhenhuai House where he stood pigeons, boarded Wenfeng Tower and dredged Wen Qu where he rowed. However, after such preparation, he didn't come back again and again. So, I don't know since when, Huai 'an people have spread the story that Zhou Enlai met Huai 'an on the plane.
One said it was 1956. When my aunt Yang died, in order to repay the care and guardianship of the elderly, I flew over Huai 'an and dropped a letter to my aunt on the wall of Huai 'an Normal University. Therefore, the students of Huai Normal University were organized by the school leaders to look for this letter. The result is nothing, of course, because there is no such thing.
It is said that during the 1958 Great Leap Forward, the League branch of Huai 'an Lin Ji Commune won the honorary title of national advanced agricultural unit. In addition, Wang Ruxiang, deputy county magistrate, was invited to Beijing in the summer that year, so Zhou Enlai flew over Huai 'an and waved to the people in his hometown on the plane.
② The story about "homesickness"
Zhou Enlai homesickness
Zhou Enlai 12 years old left Huai 'an, Jiangsu Province to study in Northeast China, and then joined the revolution. Until he died in Beijing at the age of 78, he missed home for 66 years, but he never went back to his hometown.
Zhou Enlai misses his hometown and has said many times that he wants to go home.
When he met Wang Ruxiang, deputy head of Huai 'an County in the West Flower Hall, he said, "1946, when I was in Meiyuan New Village in Nanjing, I once dreamed that I was boating in Wen Qu again. When I woke up, I thought, I must go back and have a look, but there are still many things waiting for me to do in recent years.
Sometimes I am very busy at work, encounter difficult things and have troubles that I can't get rid of. I'm too nervous to eat or sleep. I really want to go back to my childhood friends, climb the Drum Tower and fly kites ... "
To this end, the leaders of Huai 'an County have quietly repaired his former residence, widened the main streets in Nanmen Street and other urban areas, repaired Zhenhuai House where he stood pigeons, boarded Wenfeng Tower and dredged Wen Qu where he rowed. However, such preparations were made again and again, but he still didn't come back. So, I don't know since when, Huai 'an people have spread the story that Zhou Enlai met Huai 'an on the plane.
(2) Extended reading of 500-word composition of homesickness story:
Zhou Enlai social evaluation:
Comrade Zhou Enlai always loves the people and works diligently for the people, which is reflected in his spirit of being a public servant.
Comrade Zhou Enlai always insists that the people's interests are above everything else, regards himself as the "chief waiter" of the people, and repeatedly emphasizes that "all our work is for the people", "the cadres of our country are the public servants of the people, and they should share weal and woe with the people," and "be loyal servants of the people forever"
He is concerned about the people, anxious about their worries and worries. As long as it is related to the safety of the masses, he is always considerate. On holidays, he always cares whether the workers on the production line can have a meal in jiaozi. He went to the flood fighting front line and the earthquake site many times. Where there is a disaster, where the people are in trouble, he will be there in time.
③ Homesickness composition with 500 words y.
Sour and sweet, the taste of homesickness lingers in my heart for a long time, beside me. ...
The sour version, bitter and salty tears affect my taste buds step by step. With lacrimal glands, I don't want others to see the water drops flowing quietly. Everything in my hometown is replayed in my mind over and over again. Even the dead tree feels kind.
Once, in my dream, I walked around the green mountains and green waters several times. How many times have I imagined that I would write poems and draw pictures in this beautiful scenery and enjoy the scenery with celebrities from ancient times to modern times. Now, there is no such thing as leisure. Only the long-lost hometown wilderness. That beautiful scenery is the most beautiful thing in the world in my eyes!
But now, all I have is the acidity left by tears.
But maybe I should be happy. I am no longer a silly child who doesn't understand emotions. I understand what homesickness is, and I can sing the song of lovesickness with Du Li! So,
Happy, happy because I understand the meaning of acacia, happy because I can share the same spectrum with ancient and modern poets!
Homesickness tastes sour. The bitter and salty taste made me not want to recall and leave my hometown. Just like a child who doesn't want to leave his mother, I don't want to taste this homesickness again!
The taste of homesickness is happy. The joy of being sensible still lingers in my heart, reminding me all the time.
The taste of homesickness is sour and happy. Maybe it's contradictory to say this, but it's the only homesickness that belongs to me!
④ A short story about homesickness.
I, 1990, fell into a big basin, and my grandparents looked around the basin to see if I was walking around and sleeping in it. My mother said that I slept well when I was a child and often needed to be woken up. Then I turned a blind eye to drink milk and developed a lazy habit. Now I'm home. As soon as I lie down, my mother will talk nonstop.
When I am old enough to jump up and down, I can call grandpa's birth name in grandma's arms. The result is often, my grandfather shouted, my grandmother shouted, my grandmother shouted, and I shouted again. Grandpa can only pretend not to hear. Once I was so proud that I provoked my grandfather in the vegetable garden and ran to my grandmother's arms across a big road. How awesome is he? He chased that halfway barefoot. When I came home this time, I saw that he had false teeth. I think it should be caused by frequent gnashing of teeth when I was young. My grandmother is very kind, but she is very kind to me and always leaves me delicious food. When she was in high school, she said she wanted to eat omelet and baked me a big bag every month, haha.
My dad never seems to hit me, and often buys me delicious food, but he always scares me and my mom ... He said to my mom, "Look, my dad has double eyelids, my grandfather has double eyelids, you have single eyelids, and my grandma and grandpa have single eyelids. I don't want to finish the ending of these words ... I didn't study calculus at that time, otherwise I need to ask how many shadows my mom has brought me. When I went home this time, my mother regained her former glory, and behaved herself at home, obeying orders. Oh, so menopause is like this …
Grandparents never hit me. When I was in junior high school, I went home once a week. Every time grandma grabs my arm and cries out my birth name. At that time, I shouted my father's birth name in my heart, and I was very proud. "Look, your grandmother kissed me more." In winter and summer vacations, I often play cards with my grandfather at night, but he is over 90, carrying me behind his back as a junior high school student. In 2005, my grandmother was a little uneasy and was critically ill twice. I took him, too. I heard that he was 180+ when he was young. I think he rented a big crane with money. It's a pity that I went out to play cards with my friends that night and didn't finish the meal I sent him.
Brush brush, 20 16 is over. Look at the gully on my forehead, the fading of my black hair, the change of my rosy cheeks, my stars have lost their solidification, but … my left eye has become a double eyelid! ! ! Last year, when I came home for the Spring Festival, I showed it to my dad, and my mom came to see it, and said, "Oh, really ..." Well, wait a little longer, maybe my right eye will join in the fun ...
There is an article about homesickness, about 500 words, which can be extracted.
It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window; Tonight, the wind is knocking on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, expanding for no reason. The dream of wandering for many days vaguely climbed the winding path in the village.
Who is it, playing homesick music on the flute in the moonlight night, and the sad tune inadvertently fills the wasteland in my heart; Who is reading the ancient poems of homesickness every night, and the degree of sadness drops the boundless and quiet homesickness. I used to think that in this strange city, I was used to the life of eight to five. In the days of frustration, the mountains and rivers in my hometown have gradually drifted away. Looking back suddenly, I found that fragrance was sealed in my heart and I realized that I was a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown.
A rain wet all my memories, homesickness is like a garden full of leeks; Long cut; Cut it long. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. Once indulged in the frustration of life, however, the unchanging posture of that mountain and that simple family and hometown faded into a song without words and a poem with Kubinashi rhyme in poetry. My soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through thousands of waters in Qian Shan. I am enjoying pure rice wine with simple folks.
When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood are yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing leisurely, just like the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown. Also like Li Houzhu's "hate like grass, you will live farther and farther".
⑥ Homesickness composition of 500 words.
At dusk, a lonely figure stands in the middle of the overpass in the city. Looking at the crowds coming and going under the bridge and the endless stream of vehicles, a deep homesickness overflowed my heart, and my yearning mood was dragged on by the sunset in the west for a long time. I used to hate my hometown so much because of its poverty, and I was so eager to leave my hometown because of its backwardness. Now, I am in this bustling metropolis, counting the high-rise buildings all over the street, but all I care about is my hometown, where there are mountains, water, grass and trees. Looking back on the mountains and rivers of my hometown carefully, I found that I never paid attention to everything in my hometown and turned a blind eye to the beauty, purity and truth of my hometown.
Fallen leaves will call for attachment to the wind and fall into the dust, and the soil will cherish its tears and breed new vitality in the mineral deposits. Missing grows wildly in waiting, and the feelings of hometown spread in waiting. There are waves of Jin Lang in front of us, which is the mature charm of wheat seedlings. Bowing their heads and listening to the heavy breathing of wheat seedlings in the field, listening to the wind rustling in the crops, the villagers were full of comfort and tranquility. When I was a child, I held hands with my sister to shoot birds by the wheat field, for fear that annoying sparrows would steal the fruits of my parents' labor. The little sparrow saw me and ran away with a cry. I excitedly shook my sister's hand for the escaped sparrow, as if I had become a daughter who could help or be useful to my parents. The childish face is full of victory and pride, which makes people laugh at the autumn wind that is about to blow and comforts the vibrant wheat seedlings standing in the field.
The river in my hometown quietly has the tranquility of her years, and the grove by the river looks at the opposite river steadily. On the white and green banks, frogs and drums came from time to time. Dragonflies are dancing gently in the middle of the river, and when they walk down, they wake up the sleeping river. Flocks of wild ducks are playing happily in the river. When I was a child, I took off my shoes and walked into the river, waiting for the small fish to be delivered to my door. The little fish seems to be playing games with me, obviously by the river, but when I reach out, it has escaped to the depths of the river. I saw it sneaking out its round little head in the depths of the river, as if smiling proudly at me. I angrily picked up a lump of soil from the shore and threw it at the little fish, but except for a splash on the water, the little fish had already swam away. I had to slouch back to the river bank, sigh and go home empty-handed.
I miss my hometown. When I stare at the misty rain outside the window and listen to the beautiful and moving music, my heart is brought back to you. I have touched the soul of the earth, and I know that I am now on the loess high slope in the eastern half of the earth. In the open space on the slope, I sat on the floor, and the wind blew past me, blowing away the dust on me and all my sadness and joy. I began to meditate quietly, and an unusual idea came into my mind. I didn't feel it carefully when I was in the same place. That's because my heart has long been blown away by the breeze, but in retrospect, my heart is calm.
I miss my hometown. If my heart is a pigeon flying in my hometown, then my warm nest must be you-my hometown. Autumn is like water, spring is beautiful, the starry sky in winter night and the fiery summer are all my deep thoughts. A tree, a piece of soil, a cloud, a fog, a gust of wind and a drop of rain in my hometown all appeared in front of my eyes. After a winding path, I came to the Woods by the river. I picked up a yellow leaf that fell to the ground. Looking at this fallen leaf, I hid it in the drawer of years, waiting for a new opportunity.
There is no trace of time in the high-rise buildings of the city, and it will go somewhere else sooner or later. The fallen leaves hidden in my hometown drawer, with traces of time slipping, have been hidden in my heart.
I haven't seen the scene of snowflakes flying for many years, and it won't snow in Shenzhen.
My hometown is white on snowy days. White roofs, white branches, white mountains and white ground.
Standing in the white world, my heart is much purer. When the wind blows, it blows the firewood in front of the door, and the twigs fluttering with the wind look thin in the cold wind. Rhubarb dog, the doorman, is too lazy to leave the nest. He just tilted his head and listened to the outside with keen ears. People in the village no longer do farm work, but just stay at home leisurely. Crops in twos and threes, playing poker together. The new wives get together and knit sweaters or embroidered insoles and mandarin duck pillowcases with wool in their hands. The naughty boy put a bamboo basket in the field, waiting for the sparrow to go in and catch it.
The autumn wind is rustling and the leaves are falling. I walked slowly on the streets of the city, missing with the wind.
People in my hometown are very enthusiastic. Whenever I pass by the villagers' house, the villagers will always greet you warmly or pull you into the house to talk about your family. Old people who have no young labor force at home, the young people in the village always help them take care of the crops in the field and fill them with water tanks. The villagers help each other and take care of each other with pure enthusiasm, without any attempts or distractions, and only come to you with a warm energy.
The metropolis at night is shrouded in mystery by neon lights in the distance, and everywhere is full of warm breath. Drunk young people walk by in twos and threes and don't forget to make fun of you. The beautifully dressed girl shuttled through the bustling crowd, full of vitality. Think of that night in my hometown. Where the stars shine and gather, the whole blue sky is fresher and brighter. Open the window, the moon hangs behind the willow tip, and the shadow of willow branches is reflected in the full moon. The wind is blowing and people are walking in the moonlight. I tell her my heart quietly.
The moonlight is thick tonight, so make a wish quickly, and let the breeze and bright moon bring my thoughts of my hometown to the yellow land where I was born and raised.
⑦ There are many homesick stories. Thank you.
Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc (this is in the high school Chinese self-study textbook)
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. Walking towards Guan Yu, there are thousands of lights at night. The wind has changed, so has the snow. I never dreamed of breaking my hometown, so there is no such sound in my hometown.
On February 15th, the 21st year of Emperor Kangxi of Qing Dynasty (1682), Xingde went out to pay homage to Yongling, Fuling and Zhaoling with Emperor Kangxi. Sauvignon Blanc was written on the road before and after going through the customs. When I went through the customs, the ice and snow were not sold, and I left Wanshui, the capital city of Qian Shan. For the sexual morality born in the customs and raised in Beijing, everything is so desolate and lonely that people can't help but miss their relatives and friends in their hometown. The author wrote this song "Sauvignon Blanc".
To contemporary people:
Nostalgia in Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
When I was a child, I liked listening to my father talk about the scenery of my hometown. On winter nights, several people sat together and pestered their father to tell stories that happened outside the Great Wall over and over again. We children were born in the south, but we still have the blood of a land we have never seen before. Relying on the story of my father's ancestors, the photos of desert scenery we accidentally found in some magazines, and the annual ancestor worship festival, I accumulated bit by bit and pieced it together bit by bit, and my lovely hometown gradually took shape. And my childhood, it is in this patchwork of warmth that I grew up slowly. (Excerpted from Xi Murong's Never Seen Hometown)
⑧ Homesickness composition is 500 words, thank you.
Life has affection, love, friendship, the fourth emotion, and another emotion is homesickness, which always makes people feel a little more sad and melancholy, and watch and yearn for it. No one will forget his hometown in a foreign land. It is always because of something, something, hearing a long-lost song or music, or occasionally hearing a friendly local accent in the street, his mood will be uneasy, and even tears will fill his eyes.
Some people who left their hometown were honored and promoted, while most people chose to go far away for their lives. I belong to the latter and understand their personal feelings. Walking in a city where our household registration does not exist, it is difficult or unqualified for us to hold our heads high, so we can only walk on the sidewalk. With the influx of foreigners into cities to engage in various businesses, we have to take three steps back because of various restrictions on buying a house and a car. What I feel most is that when influenza A (H 1N 1) spreads, we foreigners have to feel dejected before the serious topic of life equality. In fact, the discrimination encountered by foreigners in other places is not limited to these. We have no other choice but to be patient and calm. It should also be the old saying that "it is expensive to leave home, and people leave home." I left my hometown to make a living and earn some money. One day, it is our only wish to go back to our hometown to have food and live a richer life.
Homesickness complex also includes our attachment to the lost time in life. Our childhood and adolescence are generally spent in our hometown. In memory, we can also relive our father's kindness and deep love. Mother's tolerant and warm love can always inspire us to dare to endure hardships and forge ahead in a foreign land. Even if one day we are injured and down in a foreign land, we should smile in front of our parents and claim that we are here. The local people here are hospitable, earn a lot of money, eat and live cheaply, and the climate and scenery are beautiful. We can only swallow our tears behind white lies. When you grow up, you can't let your elderly parents worry about themselves. This is also a simple and helpless way for us to repay our parents' kindness. Let parents who are far away from home feel at ease, and even feel proud of what we have done.
When major festivals come every year, we miss our hometown and our relatives more. Besides sending some money and calling to say hello, we are all full of blessings. Wandering alone in this strange city, seeing the brightly lit festivals, the bustling crowds buying daily necessities in the market, and seeing the local people having a reunion dinner together made us wake up and cry, which made us deeply feel helpless and the need of fate. Whenever the Spring Festival approaches, we can put everything in our hands and go back to our hometown. Although we have paid a huge price in time and economy, we are worth it. It is an unchangeable custom and tradition of the Chinese nation from ancient times to the present to be able to be with relatives when leaving the New Year, wishing tomorrow and looking forward to the future.
And I'm miserable, because I haven't recovered from respiratory diseases. Spring Festival is the coldest season in Northeast China. I can only go home, listen to firecrackers in a foreign land, watch TV and surf the Internet in a temporary home, and have no mind to buy new year's goods and eat delicious food during the Spring Festival. I can only hope that one day I am really rich and take my relatives from my hometown to the city where I live, so that I can be with them. And this family migration can only be an illusion.
From Jong Li's poem "A line of cold food makes me homesick for tears" and Li Bai's poem "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sinking back, and I suddenly thought of home", we understand that the homesickness of the ancients is also so urgent, and we who drift for our dreams feel the same way. Yes, no one forced us to leave our hometown, but we were a little restless in our minds and didn't want to live a traditional life close to mediocrity, so we thought that people would go higher. I hope we can get more room for development in the outside world. To some extent, we are also intruders when we squeeze into a strange city, which may affect people's originally peaceful living environment. We should not complain more, but work hard in silence, respect the local customs and appreciate others' acceptance of our kindness. We sincerely hope that one day we locals and strangers can help each other like a family and make our life more harmonious and beautiful.
Traveling to worry about homesickness requires our patience and hard work. We need to remember the entrustment of our loved ones, and we also need to pin our thoughts on our hometown with words and songs.