2. On a faint summer night, under the wooden lattice window covered with loofah and ivy, I was tired of watching, and suddenly a bird song broke through the lonely sky and floated into my ears. Oh, I wonder where my hometown is. It's also the Dragon Boat Festival! How time flies!
Maybe it's the Dragon Boat Festival that I haven't touched my hometown for many years. The beauty born in memory is all fragments of childhood, which is very kind.
4. Hometown is a painting. In spring and March, no matter which corner, it is lit up by the color of spring. Green. Trees wake up from a deep sleep, sticking out buds and shoots, and are full of vitality. The grass also sticks its little head out of the ground and looks around, which is very comfortable. Looking around, I don't know if it is the beautiful image of Master Danqing polishing ink, drizzling, Linlin flicking and swaying, dancing with flowers and enjoying paper.
When I came to Daqing, there was no Dragon Boat Festival to let me find my previous shadow, because there were no mountains and no winding rivers in Daqing.
6. Hometown is a fragment of the wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage, the more you don't understand, and the more you can't cut out a complete picture.
Whenever there is a bright moon in the sky, I miss my hometown like a tide, like a flood.
8. The affectionate sea opens its warm arms. White clouds kissed the cheek affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept the still earth with the wind. Filar silk longed to sneak into my heart, and then disappeared.
Homesickness is a cup of tea, a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don't want to say homesickness is wine, because homesickness is not as strong as wine. Homesickness can only be a wisp of fragrance in the dark night without people, which will dissolve us from the noisy world bit by bit. Homesickness is tea, and there is always some sweetness in bitterness; Homesickness is tea, but it will not fade away.
What about 10? Wang Xiangtai? Ah, the homesickness station for overseas tourists! Standing on this shore to see the other shore, standing on the other shore to see this shore, are homesick, are inseparable from home!
1 1. Although we have customs such as eating zongzi, eating eggs and racing dragon boats during the Dragon Boat Festival, it is far less necessary than inserting moxa sticks on both sides of every household. During the Dragon Boat Festival, the whole village was filled with the fragrance of wormwood.
12, Zongzi of the Dragon Boat Festival, each of your glutinous rice is permeated with a deep love that cannot be dispelled, and it embodies love and blessings for your loved ones. Your zongzi leaves are wrapped with the warm love of your loved ones, and the texture on them seems to be telling good wishes. Are you a person who brings happiness all year round?
13, homesickness is the flute sound of Qingyuan, which is melodious and profound, and homesickness is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving; Homesickness is an old wine, mellow?
14, I used to go for an outing with my friends, but now I don't have much contact. That sweet happiness has been hidden in my heart, and no one has shared it with me. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I feel homesick.
15, some things, after that, left traces, became years and memories. Although there is a little pain, it will be ignored occasionally, but it will never be forgotten. Some emotions, like the simple feelings of teenagers, will show a faint blue color after experiencing a disaster.
16, hometown, is a delicious food with good color, smell and taste. Wanderers in the distance should also try it.
17, this city is bustling and empty, with vain happiness, but I am barren everywhere, looking for strange familiarity. When your hand reached out, there were levels of pain and weakness I endured. You said it was time to go home. Although it is bustling and noisy, it never belongs to us. The local accent curled up and tears flowed from my eyes.
18, the direction of hometown is the most beautiful gaze in the depths of memory. When I am integrated into that native land, too many emotions are revealed, too many scenes reappear, too much sadness pervades, and too much joy lingers. When I had to get up and say goodbye again, I unloaded years of fatigue and entrusted my full dreams and expectations to my hometown.
19, homesickness is always related to distance and going abroad. Homesickness is a line through time and space, one end is a wanderer, and the other end is hometown. The farther a wanderer goes, the tighter his homesickness becomes. When the wanderer's hair is gray and exhausted, he draws the deepest and deepest mark in his heart.
20、? Looking at the bright moon and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home? It can be seen that the wanderers miss their hometown deeply. Wang Wei's? Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday? In the old saying, the sadness of being born in a foreign land shows Cen Can? My hometown is far to the east, but I don't want to cry. He also sang his thoughts about his hometown. Hometown, where I grew up, I left many places to laugh!
2 1. In my hometown, there is no bustling metropolis, no solemn and stirring castle, and no big forest green enough to melt all your thoughts. But if you hear a solo by Schubert in the sunset of your journey, the imagination that makes you tearful is often the path of your hometown and the moonlit night of your hometown, which can't help but remind people of the lonely sigh of the poet thousands of years ago? How bright the moonlight is at home! ? .
22. Every night is a rainbow in my dream, connecting the distance between my heart and my hometown. Day after day, it is a boiling river, silently flowing with the homesickness of the soul. Who's that? When I arrived at the Yellow River, the strong Henan accent moved me back to the thick soil of the Central Plains. Who's that? On Songshan, a homesick poem brought me back to my hometown.
23, hometown, how many nights I lay in bed facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that there is a smiling face hidden on every star, which makes people want to wear and pick.
24. There was once a pure sunny heart with a touch of blue. There is a pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe everything will change when we grow up. If we see more clutches, our hearts will be as hard as iron. However, in the dark, silent, inch by inch, peeling off are missing bodies.
25. I have been away from home for more than twenty years. Whenever I dream of the green mountains and green waters in my hometown, I can always dream of the smoke from the kitchen. Every time I dream of wandering among the red bricks and green tiles in my hometown, I can always dream that the smoke from the kitchen is slowly curling up; Every time there is a small bridge flowing in my hometown in my dream, I can always freeze my memory in a hundred wisps of smoke that can be seen from miles away.
26. The smoke in my hometown is like a silk thread. One is tied at home and the other at heart. It accompanied me through a long time and became an unforgettable memory in my life.
27. Today, the green hills in my hometown are still flowing, and the smoke from my hometown is getting farther and farther away from me. It's hard for me to see the smoke rising slowly. However, no matter where I go, in the depths of my memory, the smoke from my hometown will never be forgotten.
28. Hometown is a melodious flute, which always makes people dream; Hometown is a touch of bright moonlight, which always makes people feel excited; Hometown is a string of eternal memories, which always reminds people of it. The people and things in my hometown are the most beautiful in the song, the most charming in the moonlight and the most profound in my memory.
29. It is difficult to give up your hometown, and it is even more difficult to give up your hometown. Wanderers send homesickness to wine and feelings to Du Kang. ? Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears? . In the dim candlelight, with tears and melancholy, I drank my deep thoughts of my hometown. Homesickness is a blue silk, which is often tied to my heart. There are tears in my heart, and I only feel that my hometown is kind, warm and colorful. Hometown, hometown, haunting hometown, when can I walk into your heart again?
30. I was once addicted to life's frustration. However, the beautiful scenery, simple family and unchanged posture of hometown have faded into a song without words and a poem with Kubinashi rhyme.
Nostalgia is a habit. Just like eating shallots at home, you can never adapt to the coriander in Beijing. Homesickness gives us a state of mind. Because of it, we will think of the zongzi wrapped by grandma when the Dragon Boat Festival comes, the grave when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, and the frozen rice candy and sweet wine when the Spring Festival comes?
32. A rainstorm 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.
33. In that homesickness, time took me far away. In my memory, that little girl, her carefree happiness and youth, became drifting away. Carved a nostalgic look and let me collect it forever.
34. I miss it because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it very much because I have good memories; I miss it because I had a wonderful childhood; I am happy because I have a beautiful dream; I am happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am very happy because I have clear thoughts like autumn water.
35. When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood turn yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing leisurely, just like the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown. In Li Houzhu? Stay away from hate like grass, go further and live better? .
36. My hometown is a crystal clear river, hence its name? Qingjiang? She is so quiet and beautiful. She is like a big green satin spread in the valley, shining in the sun. She was in high spirits and sang all the way. As soon as the breeze blows, it ripples, as if you can see the fragrance by lifting her beautiful skirt.
37. I stood in the distance and looked at my hometown. My eyes are full of bitter tears. My homesickness is still so long. How could I not want to go? Although time has changed its logo, I still read it, think about it and never forget it.
38. When the sun sets and dusk falls, the smoke from the kitchen is soft and boneless, but there are ten thousand kinds of customs. That is my father's plow, that is the sweat on my father's bronze back, that is my mother's kindness, and that is the warmth of my childhood.
39. Hometown, what is hometown? Hometown is a dream of your childhood. Hometown is a cornerstone of your growth. There is a song that goes like this: the most beautiful way to travel around the world is hometown, and the sweetest way is hometown. ?
40. 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.
4 1, how time flies, it's Dragon Boat Festival again. I remember in my hometown, on the fifth day of May, early in the morning, my mother went to the field in front of my house and cut a large bundle of wild wormwood and put it on both sides of the gate. It is also a custom to say that it can ward off evil spirits.
When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown in my heart. The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.
43. On the dock full of ships, a green island is sleeping soundly. The street lamp trembled silently in the darkness. The last bus left the station, and the people who came back at night walked quietly through the country road.
44. Now, it has been more than four years since I left my hometown and grandma. Every Dragon Boat Festival in the past four years, I have never tasted the zongzi wrapped by my grandmother. But every time I pick up the bought jiaozi, even when I see them, my grandmother's skillful action of wrapping jiaozi and the sweet smell of jiaozi will always come to my mind and linger.
I have been away from home for many years. Every time I go to the Dragon Boat Festival, the thick moxa reminds me of homesickness. The mountains, water, everything and relatives in my hometown are lingering in front of my eyes.
46. My hometown is an old wine. The longer I keep it in my heart, the more mellow it tastes. My hometown is a cup of agricultural green tea. The longer I soak it in my heart, the stronger its flavor. Hometown is a short memory movie. The more times it appears in my mind, the clearer its picture will be. We love our hometown without excuses, let alone reasons, because our hometown has our own? Root? !
47. My homesickness! The mountains floating in my hometown are like clouds in the past. My homesickness Filled the sky, but tortured my heart. My homesickness This is a sad sigh after I woke up from my dream. My homesickness It is a kind of slightly blue smoke, which is white and curly. My homesickness It's the pain in my heart. My homesickness It is the eternal pain in my heart. I've been wondering if leaving my hometown is a doomed mistake.
48. Walking in the fields in spring with gentle steps, grabbing a handful of dirt, emitting intoxicating fragrance, catching a butterfly and flying it gently? Spring in the countryside is always blurred with beauty, and the songs on the land are mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. Wheat seedlings jointing under the moisture of sweat, with the drizzle from the breeze, played a beautiful but very moving melody.
49. Homesickness is also a local accent. Sometimes it is buried underground in our daily life, but it keeps fermenting, so we will inadvertently pop up a dialect when we speak fluent Mandarin, so we will be so sensitive to the familiar sounds that suddenly sound in thousands of accents, so we will easily switch between two different languages skillfully. The local accent is always a sign of which land we belong to.
50. The mountains are long and the water is long. I can't get rid of this feeling along the way, and I haven't stopped worrying about acacia. I only send a heart of lovesickness to the moon, just as the moon sends a thousand miles of lovesickness. I hope people will live for a long time and be beautiful thousands of miles away.
5 1、? Autumn moon hangs in the sky, Guanghua is wet? . Looking up at a full moon, hanging high in the deep sky. There are dignified clouds floating around, just like wandering in the distance, full of acacia tears. Why can't I erase the light I miss, but I can't keep the wet clouds in my heart?
52. Close your eyes and fall asleep. In the dreamland, at home, there is no noise, no disputes, only peace, and there is an indelible shadow, the shadow of the sail, which is the call of true feelings, and it is as simple as going home.
53. Things have changed, times have changed and people have changed, but the only constant is homesickness when leaving home, just like He, the young leave home and the old come back. The local accent has not changed, and the children have never met each other. They smiled and asked the guests where they came from. This song may not be suitable for me, but at least it is my mood. Anyway, let's go out and have a look.
When we didn't leave our hometown, it was like a beautiful picture. When we play in the painting, we can only see the sunset in the distance at the end of the day. When we left our hometown, it was a hanging picture. No matter how we walk in, we are always separated by a thin layer of yarn.
I miss my hometown. If my heart is a pigeon released from 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.
56. In summer, the leaves are green and dense. From a distance, they look like a big green umbrella. Take one? Umbrella? Stand in the hot sun and give us shade. Some children are playing chess and some are chasing after each other? If it rains in Mao Mao, they can shelter us from the wind and rain and protect the whole park like soldiers.
57. There is a beautiful place, living in a paradise on earth in my heart, where the mountains, water and people are more beautiful. And I have already left my soul in a small village near the mountains and rivers. On holidays, I miss my hometown twice, one grass and one flower, one tree and one wood, one brick and one tile.
The stream in my hometown is like a mirror. It's green. For a moment, green is like jade. If the weather is fine, you can see the fish in the water. I remember when I was a child, I invited some friends here to catch small fish. Those little fish are dishonest, slippery and can't be caught, and they love to play hide-and-seek with you. Once I was about to catch a small fish. I jumped forward, but the fish disappeared in the blink of an eye. As a result, I missed the fish, but my clothes were wet. I was scolded by my mother when I went home, but every time I went fishing, I still went home full.
59. On holidays, I always feel something is missing. Is this a custom? Or did you ever remember? Now that I think about it, these are all missing. What is missing is the deceased relatives, my dearest grandmother. More than two years have passed, and I still refuse to wake up like a dream.
60. Missing, like a trickle, flows in the years separated by mountains and rivers, feeling and warming with your heart. Harvest more feelings, more beauty and more happiness with gratitude. Standing in the years, looking around by yourself, the day of spring blossoms is near? So I smiled sweetly!
6 1. Walking on the small road in my hometown, that kind of nature, harmony and comfort, like the wind, slowly drifted into my heart. There are some cement roads and some dirt roads in my hometown, but this has not affected my enthusiasm for my hometown.
62. Homesickness is a habit. Just like eating shallots at home, you can never adapt to the coriander in Beijing. Homesickness gives us a state of mind. Because of it, we will think of zongzi wrapped by grandma when Dragon Boat Festival comes, going to the grave when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, and eating rock sugar and sweet wine when Spring Festival comes.
63. Although homesickness may bring a touch of melancholy, it is still a healthy and noble emotion, and it is the spiritual bond that keeps the wanderer and his hometown and motherland together. I would like to sing an ode to this feeling.
64. Every night is a rainbow in my dream, connecting the distance between my heart and my hometown. It is a boiling river, silently flowing with the homesickness of the soul. Who's that? When I arrived at the Yellow River, the strong Henan accent moved me back to the thick soil of the Central Plains. Who's that? On Songshan, a homesick poem brought me back to my hometown.
65. Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer you put it, the longer you put it, the more mellow it tastes.
66. Don't talk about the village head, no matter how long it is, it can't compare with my thoughts; Don't say that the world is far away, no matter how far it is, it is far from my eyes; Don't say the sky is high, no matter how high it is, it can't be higher than I thought. Hometown, you are the eternal root in people's hearts.
67. Missing my hometown is actually missing my childhood friends, the old house and the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.
68. A white railroad track has lengthened the trace of winter. Lavender smoke is clear and messy, and the air is filled with beautiful traces of migratory birds. A string of deep and shallow footprints floated on the boundless snowfield, and the unforgettable memory gradually blurred.
69. When I grew up, I left home and went to other places. There is no chance to pick mugwort leaves during the Dragon Boat Festival. Grandma left me forever before she got well. From then on, the plant named Artemisia argyi was as useless as a weed in my heart.
70. Hometown has preserved our childhood, or there are young people and prime of life, which has become a part of our life and ourselves. It is not a commodity, a tourist destination, a round-trip ticket, a weekend entertainment, and can be sold to any customer at a certain price. There are more things in my hometown than any tourist attractions: your blood and tears, and your sweat. How can I not remember the people, things and bridges in my hometown?
7 1, hometown is the root of our growth, and hometown is the home of our memory. Our hometown witnessed our happiness and recorded our growth. A wanderer far away from home is his mother, and his children who don't change their local accent are his hometown as a magnetic field. No one can cut off the endless homesickness with deep homesickness and long thoughts.