Introduction: The following are excerpts of beautiful sentences about homesickness that I have collected. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.
Good homesickness quotes 1
1. This city is prosperous and empty, swelled with vain happiness, but I, looking at the desolation, look for the unfamiliar and familiar. When you stretched out your hand, the pain and weakness I had endured were revealed layer by layer. You said it was time to go home. Although this place is prosperous and noisy, it never belongs to us. The whisper of the local accent brought tears from my eyes.
2. On a dock full of ships, a green island is sleeping soundly. The street lamps trembled silently in the dark night. The last train left the station, and people returning home at night walked quietly through the country roads.
3. Nostalgia is a cup of tea. This is a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don’t want to call homesickness wine, because homesickness is not as strong as wine. Homesickness can only be a wisp of fragrance in a deserted dark night, dissolving us bit by bit away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Nostalgia is like tea, which always carries a little sweetness in its bitterness; nostalgia is like tea, but it never gets stronger or weaker.
4. Some things pass by and leave traces, becoming years and memories. Although there is a little pain, it falls dullly in my heart, and I will occasionally ignore it, but I will never forget it. There are some emotions, like the simple thoughts of a young man, or the longing after a catastrophe, which will reveal a faint blue.
5. There was a time when my mind was simple and clear, with a touch of blue. There is a period of pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe when we grow up, everything has changed. If we see too many clutches, our hearts will be wrapped as hard as iron. However, in the darkness, quietly, inch by inch, the body of missing is peeling off.
6. A white railway track stretches the traces of winter. The lavender smoke, clear and messy, is surrounded by the graceful traces of migratory birds. A string of deep and shallow footprints floated on the boundless snowy wilderness, and the unforgettable memory gradually became blurred.
7. It is a rainbow in dreams every night, connecting the distance between the heart and hometown. Every day, it is a scalding river, silently flowing with the nostalgia of the soul. Who was it, by the Yellow River, whose rich Yu accent moved me back to the thick soil of the Central Plains; who was it, on Songshan Mountain, whose homesick poem brought me back to the hometown of my soul.
8. In those wisps of homesickness, time takes me far away. The little girl back then, her carefree happiness and youth, become closer and closer in my memory. It became further and further away. It engraved my nostalgic gaze and kept it in my collection forever.
9. Homesick people! Homesickness is a pain that cannot be healed. For those who are far away from home, everything in their hometown is so beautiful. Hometown is a flower that never withers; hometown is an eternal painting; hometown is a strong flavor. My beautiful hometown! I have endless thoughts about it. I don’t know which year, time or moment I will be able to return to my hometown. But will the trees in those mountains still be there? Will everything change? Yes! Everything may change as the years go by, but my homesickness will never change.
10. Nostalgia is more like memory. Memory is elusive, so nostalgia can never be enough. After wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, the hometown in our memory will never change. We will tell every detail accurately, but when we return to our hometown, we find that great changes have taken place. We would rather see a village in our memory than be ruthlessly tampered with by time. But when we left disappointed, homesickness began to accumulate and ferment again, so we tried our best to caress the door knockers of our hometown in our memories.
11. I stood in the distance and looked at my hometown, with bitter tears in my eyes. The homesickness was still so long. How could I not want to go back to the years and times I had? Although time has changed its signs, I still read it, think about it, and cannot forget it.
12. My nostalgia! The mountains floating in my hometown are like the clouds and mist of those days. My homesickness! It fills the sky, but it tortures my heart. My homesickness! It’s a resentful sigh after I wake up from a dream. My homesickness! It’s the slightly bluish smoke among the white curls. My homesickness! It’s the bitter taste in my heart. My homesickness! It is an eternal pain in my heart. I always struggled with whether leaving my hometown was a mistake I was destined to make.
13. Nostalgia is a habit. It's like being used to eating green onions at home but never being able to adapt to Beijing's coriander. Nostalgia gives us a mindset. Because of it, we will think of grandma’s rice dumplings when the Dragon Boat Festival comes, think of visiting the graves when the Tomb-Sweeping Festival comes, think of frozen rice candies and sweet fermented rice when the Spring Festival comes... …
14. The affectionate sea opens its warm arms. White clouds came one after another, kissing the cheeks affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept across the resting earth with the wind. A trace of nostalgia crept into my heart, and then disappeared.
15. Missing is like a trickling stream, running through the years separated by mountains and rivers. Feel it with your heart, and the warmth is still there. Use a grateful heart to gain more insights, more beauty, and more happiness.
Standing in the years, I look around and see that the day of spring is approaching...so I smile sweetly!
16. Nostalgia is also a local accent. Sometimes it is buried in our daily life. Underground, but constantly fermenting, so we will inadvertently pop up a dialect when speaking smooth Mandarin, so we will be so sensitive to familiar sounds that suddenly sound among thousands of accents, so we will easily do it Switch skillfully between two different languages. The local accent is always the mark of which land we belong to.
17. In that deep nostalgia, it seems that there are still parents’ warnings, as if there are still concerns from parents, as if there are still figures of their hard work. It is lingering in my heart all the time, and in time In the long river, it moves in a hurry. Before I could remember its benefits, it escaped from my eyes, leaving me speechless. When I wanted to turn around and look at it carefully, I couldn't find the familiar call. I never looked at it again. No kind parents, no girl, no youth, only the passage of time and vicissitudes colliding in my heart.
Good homesickness quotes 2
1. Close your eyes and fall asleep. In dreams, in homes, there is no hustle and bustle, no disputes, only peace, and a lingering shadow, the shadow of the sail, that is the sail, that is the call of true love, go home, it's that simple.
2. Nostalgia is a cup of tea. This is a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don’t want to call homesickness wine, because homesickness is not as strong as wine. Homesickness can only be a wisp of fragrance in a deserted dark night, dissolving us bit by bit away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Nostalgia is like tea, which always carries a little sweetness in its bitterness; nostalgia is like tea, but it never gets stronger or weaker.
3. In those wisps of homesickness, time takes me far away. The little girl back then, her carefree happiness and youth, become closer and closer in my memory. It became further and further away. It engraved my nostalgic gaze and kept it in my collection forever.
4. I was once immersed in the frustration of life, but the mountains and rivers, the simple people, and the unchanging posture of my hometown were interpreted in poetry and faded into a wordless song. A blank verse.
5. This city is prosperous and empty, filled with frivolous happiness, but I am looking for the unfamiliar and familiar with all the desolation. When you stretched out your hand, the pain and weakness I had endured were revealed layer by layer. You said it was time to go home. Although this place is prosperous and noisy, it never belongs to us. The whisper of the local accent brought tears from my eyes.
6. In that deep nostalgia, it seems that there are still parents’ warnings, as if there are still concerns from parents, as if there are still figures of their hard work. It is lingering in my heart all the time, and in time. In the long river, it moves in a hurry. Before I could remember its benefits, it escaped from my eyes, leaving me speechless. When I wanted to turn around and look at it carefully, I couldn't find the familiar call. I never looked at it again. No kind parents, no girl, no youth, only the passage of time and vicissitudes colliding in my heart.
7. The memory of my hometown gradually becomes less clear in my mind because of the gentle breeze of time. In the memory, only my mother's earnest eyes remain. It's just that this kind of longing, deep in my heart, will not be slowly forgotten just because I have been away for a long time. I have never been able to forget, I have never been able to forget. I am a wandering kite. No matter how far or high I fly, that thread, that thread, the tough thread, the warm thread, the thread that maintains my hometown and family ties, is in my mother's hand. It is in the hands of my hometown.
8. The direction of hometown is the most beautiful gaze deep in memory. When I integrate into that homeland, too many emotions are revealed, too many scenes are reproduced, too much sadness permeates the air, and too much joy wanders around. When I had to stand up and say goodbye again, I was relieved of many years of fatigue in my spiritual homeland, and carried my full dreams and expectations.
9. Nostalgia is more like memory. Memory is elusive, so nostalgia is not enough. After wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, the hometown in our memory will never change. We will tell every detail accurately, but when we return to our hometown, we find that great changes have taken place. We would rather see a village in our memory than be ruthlessly tampered with by time. But when we left disappointed, homesickness began to accumulate and ferment again, so we tried our best to caress the door knockers of our hometown in our memories.
10. There is continuous drizzle outside the window; tonight the wind is beating on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, swelling for no reason. The dream that had been wandering for many days vaguely climbed up the winding path in the village.
11. The affectionate sea opens its warm arms. White clouds came one after another, kissing the cheeks affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept across the resting earth with the wind. A trace of nostalgia crept into my heart, and then disappeared.
12. I stood in the distance and looked at my hometown, with bitter tears in my eyes. The homesickness was still so long. How could I not want to go back to the years and times I had? Although time has changed its signs, I still read it, think about it, and cannot forget it.
13. Missing is like a trickling stream, running through the years separated by mountains and rivers. Feel it with your heart, and the warmth is still there. Use a grateful heart to gain more insights, more beauty and more happiness. Standing in the years, I look around and see that the day of spring is approaching...so I smile sweetly!
14. A sudden rain wetted all my memories, especially homesickness. Like a garden full of leeks; when they grow, they are cut; when they are cut, they grow again. Everything about my hometown flashes in my memory. Thoughts are swimming like fish in my lonely soul.
15. Homesick people! Homesickness is a pain that cannot be healed. For those who are far away from home, everything in their hometown is so beautiful. Hometown is a flower that never withers; hometown is an eternal painting; hometown is a strong flavor. My beautiful hometown! I have endless thoughts about it. I don’t know which year, time or moment I will be able to return to my hometown. But will the trees in those mountains still be there? Will everything change? Yes! Everything may change as the years go by, but my homesickness will never change.
16. On a dock full of ships, a green island is sleeping soundly. The street lamps trembled silently in the dark night. The last train left the station, and people returning home at night walked quietly through the country roads.
17. My nostalgia! The mountains floating in my hometown are like the clouds and mist of the past. My homesickness! It fills the sky, but it tortures my heart. My homesickness! It’s a resentful sigh after I wake up from a dream. My homesickness! It’s the slightly bluish smoke among the white curls. My homesickness! It’s the bitter taste in my heart. My homesickness! It is an eternal pain in my heart. I always struggled with whether leaving my hometown was a mistake I was destined to make.
18. There was a time when my mind was simple and clear, with a touch of blue. There is a period of pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe when we grow up, everything has changed. If we see too many clutches, our hearts will be wrapped as hard as iron. However, in the darkness, quietly, inch by inch, the body of missing is peeling off.
19. A white railway track stretches the traces of winter. The lavender smoke, clear and messy, is surrounded by the graceful traces of migratory birds. A string of deep and shallow footprints floated on the boundless snowy wilderness, and the unforgettable memory gradually became blurred.
20. Hold on to the railing and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the rushing waves of the river below and the green mountains in the distance. However, the familiar image of the two-story building in a foreign country vaguely appeared in front of him. I am reminded of Tang Dynasty poet Liu Zao's Qijue "Lv Ci Shuofang": "It has been ten years since the guest house in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. I have to cross the Sanggan River for no reason, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown."
"Am I the same as Liu Zao? In the past ten years without knowing it, "Bingzhou" in a foreign country has become my "hometown"?