Who knows the poem about "homesickness"

homesickness

sea wave

The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. When I was a child, I just thought it was catchy. Because there is no distance from home, teenagers don't know the taste of sadness, and I can only understand its meaning literally. After wandering in a foreign land for many years, I gradually realized the deep homesickness implied in the poem.

Homesickness is a wanderer's yearning for his hometown and a wanderer's parting from his old friend. This yearning, this sadness of parting, is particularly clear and true in the dead of night and loneliness.

Whenever the bright moon rises, I will miss my dear hometown deeply. I hope the bright moon in the sky can convey my yearning for my hometown across thousands of miles. The moon is also infused with deep human feelings because of sadness and missing. When the moon is full, my thoughts are also round, and when the moon is absent, my thoughts are also lacking. That bright moon turned into lines of affectionate poems and touching songs, which entrusted people with infinite homesickness!

When I saw the moving moon on the horizon of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I really understood how bright the moonlight was at home! It is homesickness that endows the hometown with the charm of the bright moon.

In Yu Guangzhong's eyes, homesickness is a stamp full of the characteristics of the times and a warm writing paper. In my heart, homesickness is still a beautiful poem-a poem bathed in the moon, with tears of missing and whispering in my heart.

The lush years in my hometown 16 and the wandering mileage in a foreign land for more than 20 years have condensed into a long and rich homesickness. I wandered around as if I were a kite flying in the sky. Invisible, tough silk thread is the homesickness rooted in my heart. Holding this silk thread is my mother's calloused hand and the rolling mountains in my hometown.

Homesickness is like old wine. The longer you leave your hometown, the purer your homesickness will be. When I was young, I was almost reluctant to leave home and felt cold and heartless. Time flies, especially after being a mother, under the traction of seasonal changes in different places, wind, frost, rain and snow, cool breeze and bright moon, longing for my hometown and sadness for my loved ones are always entangled in my heart.

How many nights when the moonlight blows like a silver wind, whether you are in the north where snowflakes are fluttering or in the south where flowers bloom all year round, you will always look forward to the bright moon on the horizon and miss your dreamlike hometown. I know my mother must miss her distant daughter as much as I do, and the bright moon is clearly like my mother's talking eyes; The wild lilies in the valley of my hometown must also be worried about the wanderers in a foreign land, and the fragrance and smile of lilies are clearly in the breeze.

Homesickness is like a dream, a song. In the dead of night, pure homesickness often turns into a sweet dream. In my dream, I put on my wings and flew back to the small mountain city after a long separation. The mountains and rivers are rippling, the smoke from kitchen chimneys is curling into the corridor, and holding a mouthful of Qingxi water is refreshing. ...

Now, I have been away from my hometown for a long time, but the flowers and trees on the mountain and the clear stream below constitute a harmonious and natural landscape, which is always vividly displayed in front of my eyes.

Homesickness took root in the hearts of wanderers and grew into a towering tree. ...

Old homesickness, how to write an essay clearly, how to write it?

Wave and turn away.

Don't go to see the person you love cry.

The breeze blew up the smoke in the kitchen.

Fill your heart with homesickness

Look at the blue outside the window.

It has become a distant mountain.

Rainy dusk street

Trembling into a wet bird

Silver moon hangs high at night.

Whether it's from the hills of my hometown

Climb to the tramp's side

Such as the ardent hope of relatives

My heart has drifted back to my hometown.

Turn the body into a stump

Homesickness is an annual ring.

everywhere .......

I traveled all day and lived in a foreign land for many years. When I was a child, I seemed eager to leave. Maybe my family was not too sad at that time, but I only remember Lu's steamed buns and stuffy porridge, which are still memorable. . . . . I have been away from home for many years and have painted many paths in my hometown. Every time I don't seem to draw, I just want to solve the faint homesickness. I have painted many homes nearby, and my heart is very clear, like a rare ethereal spirit. Every time I talk to my friends about my hometown, I feel a little nostalgic. Perhaps this is the homesickness plot, but it seems that everyone should try their best to hide this sadness, as if to prove their strength in a foreign country and their homesickness. . . .

It's probably summer vacation, and it's also an accidental day. I want to paint in the studio alone as before, just like a cup of bitter fruit, a Buddhist song, draw a calm picture, and draw this. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe after painting, it will be bought by a stranger like other paintings. He may take it to a place I will never see again, or it may be empty. . . Look at my own studio, an empty big warehouse. Maybe I'm also free at this time. The whistle on the Yangtze River is still ringing in the distance, but I really want to ask them where you are from and where you are going. . . My friend's footsteps broke my thinking. It's that mountain. A friend of mine who paints, a friend like a poet, paints very well and perfectly. I poured him a cup of bitter wine without greeting him. He likes drinking tea as much as I do. We just looked at my paintings and drank tea silently. This is our usual practice. He suddenly stood up and said he was going home, and then he left directly. He turned around when he walked to the door. . . I left without looking back.

I suddenly froze. Are you talking about me? Yes, I haven't been back for years, and the painting I just picked up slipped by myself. I ran out like a madman and went there. I'm thinking, I should go home. Arriving at Hanzhong Gate, the conductor gently asked me where to go. I almost instinctively used impatiens, which I haven't said for many years, to say impatiens. At that time, I was confused and really wanted to go home. . . . .

I stayed at home for more than ten days and returned to all the places I visited as a child. My friend saw me off when I left. When I got on the bus, my friend suddenly said how you touched your tears. I seem to say that maybe you got into the sand, but I feel that there is no wind, the car has gone away, and tears can't help falling. I still don't understand why this trip is more sad than my childhood parting. Later, a friend said that he was probably too tired to go to the park in a hurry. 1October 18 in the evening, it's almost dawn, I .. the best answer

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Water bag dance

Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

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