I want a high school composition about homesickness.

Deep thinking to this day-homesick classical poetry is like a clear spring, refreshing; Like an empty valley and orchid, it blooms fragrant; Just like an altar of old wine, it is intriguing ... "Since God has given talents, let them be employed!" Write smartly; "Don't teach Huma to spend Yinshan" is heroic; "Wutong is even more embarrassing" is graceful; "Green, leisurely in my heart" is about feelings ... Classical poetry describes eternal feelings in colorful ways, and homesickness is an obstacle to traveling to the end of the world. I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. The rebellious journey in the world of mortals always makes me homesick and sends out such feelings. In the dead of night, looking at the bright lights outside the window, my heart was miserable, so I had to sing "Amber Forever" alone with my clothes. The candle burst into tears. When I read "Thread in the Hands of a Mother" by candlelight, I couldn't help but be moved to "make clothes for her wayward boy's body". Tears blurred my eyes and I began to write to my family. But Jin Shu is easy to become, and there is nowhere to send it, only a thousand lines of tears. Where do you want to go? Close at hand, who can tolerate it? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. On a windy and dark night, the bright moonlight spilled all over the floor, and this unexpected guest inadvertently brought a sense of depression. The lonely figure of the wanderer looks slender in the moonlight, and the warmth in the distance is remembered in the cool night wind. How bright the moonlight is at home! At the moment, the moon is bright, it can't compare with the bright moon in my hometown ... In such a situation, I'm afraid only Su Shi can send out the feeling that "I hope people can live a long life, thousands of miles away". This is another kind of homesickness. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. After many twists and turns, I stayed in my hometown and finally set foot on a long-lost land. In my dream, the fragrance of the earth, the color of flowers and the smiling faces of children finally appeared in front of me, but with the passage of time, white silk suddenly appeared, and the children smiled and asked, "Where did the guests come from and who are they looking for?" At that moment, the rebellious brigade trembled, the years passed quietly, and the children didn't know themselves. Sadness is only a moment, the traveler immediately smiles, and then rushes to the countryside eagerly to find the shadow in his dream. Even if no one hangs up, my heart is warm. Home is a harbor. No matter how long you drift, the ship will dock. It is the power of the port that guides my ship and makes my muddy sails sail straight to the sea. The same is true of poetry, and homesickness leads the singing of homesickness. If only life were like the first time. But it's not satisfactory, besides, how can there be a heartless life? There is a simple feeling called homesickness. No matter how the years change, it is eternal in the world. Today's people are still reciting classical poems, sipping sake, shedding homesickness, seeking roots and yearning in their hearts. Homesickness is no longer a simple home, but a yearning in the heart and happiness in the heart. The beauty and sadness of classical poetry, the pursuit and worry of classical poetry, make people think deeply from the long river of history, crazy for homesickness, crazy for love and crazy for poetry! zuowen.chazidian.com