I always say I want to go back to my hometown in the village, but I always rush through the high-rise buildings in the city and pass through the bustling city. I have a deep concern in my eyes, miss my hometown, miss the sweet flowers in spring, miss the intoxicating sunset glow of cooking smoke, miss the mud walls and tiles that accompany the old house, miss the pumpkins in front of the fruit trees behind the house, miss,
There has always been a place called hometown in my heart. When I was ignorant, my hometown was two lively and simple villages, and two people related to my parents were unfamiliar and familiar to me. Growing up slowly, when I learned that my parents had also changed from children to adults, I vaguely realized that my hometown was the place where they grew up as children, and those who were unfamiliar and familiar were their dear parents and brothers and sisters. As an adult, hometown is a memory, with memories of parents' growth and a little bit of childhood. My hometown is the home of our eternal relatives.
When I leave my hometown, I always don't want to move forward. There seems to be a lot of things holding me back, and I can't explain it myself. There was a cry "pig-good" in the village lane, which reminded me of my childhood. We formed a circle and watched the pig maker push the pig to the ground, holding the leg in one hand and holding the knife in the other. The pig screamed desperately and squeezed out the pig's eggs twice. The wound that was quickly stitched, the pig that was licked by the pig, was driven away by us. The adults told us that "the smashed pig must be driven away."
I miss my hometown. Childhood friends who used to be young and naive have long been scattered all over the world. Occasionally, they bloom a fragrant orchid in the memory of the dark night. After years of hard work, have you got the wealth you want? Oh, my hometown is the group of babies who once enjoyed themselves in your generous arms. It used to be a sunny time, but now the old young people in the stormy years count their white hair.
Everyone will cherish the beauty of hometown, or the spirit of mountains, water, wood or grass, such as exquisite exhibitions and beautiful poems, which are meaningful and affectionate. For me, whenever I cross my cherished hometown, the stream at the back door of my hometown always reminds me of my hometown. Its source, its clarity, its flowing music, its winding, its attachment, especially the water droplets splashed on the flowing stones, are green, hazy and picturesque, giving people a green color and a long artistic conception in motion.
6. My feelings for my hometown are getting heavier and heavier. My parents have passed away, so I should have nothing to do with my hometown. Why do I still have such deep feelings for my hometown? I will often go back to my hometown, see my uncles and aunts, look at the elderly with less hair, look at the trees all over the mountains, and look at large tracts of crops. Because my feelings have been integrated into everything in my hometown, I am afraid I will never leave my hometown in my life.
7. I left my haunted hometown, a place I am no longer familiar with in my memory, because I can't find any childhood memories. Even where I seem to know, there is no familiar smell in the air. It has already flowed to the distance with the pace of historical progress, leaving me only a touch of sadness.
8. I always say that I want to go back to my hometown in the village, but I am always busy and floating all over the world. The soaring housing prices in the city remind me of the time difference between my dream and reality. I miss my hometown, the spring breeze and drizzle, the swallows whispering their nests under the eaves, the urchins playing in the fragrant Sophora japonica in hot summer, and the golden rice fields full of rich autumn fruits. In the snowy winter, relatives sit around the fireplace and talk, as well as elderly and kind parents.
Since I bought a house in the city, I seldom go back to my hometown. There are many excuses and busy work. There are many things. No matter how busy you are, there is nothing special. Let's go back to our hometown for the New Year. Burning paper at the grave of my deceased relatives is the most sufficient reason for me to go home, and it is also my greatest concern for my hometown. My parents dragged me once and I passed away one after another. Now all I can do is burn paper and incense in front of the grave. By the way, report to the old people under the grave the good things that make them smile. My children have made progress in their studies and received some awards. Of course, how many worries I have had this year, such as hunger = famine, have all been omitted. Old people worry about me all their lives. I can't let them stay underground and worry about me all the time.
10, my hometown, there is a phoenix tree that blooms every year. It is as old as me, and it sends out new branches and buds every year. My hometown, unforgettable red bricks and green tiles, sweet red dates on the trees, and the mother of Baimiao and my hometown are not as high-rise buildings, but the people there are not bad. If you want to talk, talk and laugh, no one will.
1 1, all this only exists in that distant memory. One day not long ago, I came to my long-lost hometown again. The familiar narrow path became a wide asphalt road, and the Qingshiqiao in my memory became a more magnificent cement bridge. Of course, the small fence house that carries my childhood memories no longer exists, and the development of new rural construction shows his magic and magic. However, behind the high-rise buildings that have sprung up, I am lost, and I can't find my hometown in that memory, and I can't find the taste of my childhood.
12, a jar full of homesickness, filled with memories, brewing childhood willfulness. The kite on the carambola tree is swaying and simple. The green wheat wave swells my dreams and urges me to wander far away. Grandpa's bamboo chair, year after year, waiting for reunion. Cattle taken away, the call of wanderers, and tears moisten the wine in the countryside.
13. Speaking of rural roads, you may think of winding rural roads, which is a special memory of the countryside printed in our hearts. In my opinion, the winding rural road is the most representative of rural culture. Rural roads-at least the traditional rural dirt roads-are basically curved, unlike the current expressways. However, there are different rural cultures and philosophies on the winding rural dirt road. Why do you say that? Because people walk out of the road, what kind of people will walk out of the road, what kind of mentality people have, what kind of footprints they will tread on the land.
14, time flies, like a white horse passing by, like running water, like weaving! Do you remember? The crystal clear pool in front of my hometown? Do you still remember the hearty laughter of my sisters and aunts who washed clothes by the pond while making a clear wooden stick? Remember the big brother and uncle on the ridge? Laughing and singing loudly with a hoe! It's so unbridled! Remember those streets and fields in the village? Those naughty children are playing the most classic game at that time!
15, I am homesick, often alone, in the dead of night ... Ten years ago, I had to leave my home where I was born and raised for 30 years-my hometown, with my childhood songs, my teenage dreams and my first love tears. In that soil, there is my youthful blood and hard sweat; And the joy I gained in that hot land and the pain I lost. All this seems far away, but it seems to be in front of us.
16, but unfortunately people have no hometown. Like a grandmother without white hair, soup without seasoning. They can't feel the concern of starting and the joy of returning. They live in lifeless peace, and they can't understand the meaning of wind and sunset. Their life curve lacks moving radian, and their resumes have no exciting focus.
17. There is an ancient Qingshi Bridge on the river in my hometown. Mossy stone steps, dark and shiny stone railings and carved patterns on the railings all tell the long history of this stone bridge. In the long and hot summer, we stood in line on the stone bridge naked and jumped into the river one by one. The clear river stirred up waves, and the water lines swayed from side to side. The ducks in the distance were startled and scattered everywhere, and they could not be found at once.
18, we laughed and played in the river in our hometown. We shuttled like loaches, and laughter and noise shook the water. We fish and catch shrimps in the river and touch mussels, and soon there will be a basin full of trophies. This is the small river in my hometown, with a strong fresh breath, echoing in my heart for a long time.
19, back home, bleak, no autumn grass on my hips. If you live in a Taoist temple, where can you find cigarettes? Bird's nest wasps, cobwebs hanging easily, Artemisia argyi settled in ruins. Dogs barking and chickens crowing have become old memories, and only mountain springs are tireless. The countryside is so green that wheat and millet are quietly hidden. It used to be a city, and it was difficult to see passers-by. Although it was devastated, yesterday's dream rushed to the Han Dynasty. Old friends are easy to live in, but prosperity does not exist, and it is still a blue sky.
The water in my hometown river is clear all year round. ) The water is crystal clear, and small fish swim freely. In summer, this is the natural bathing place for our children. On the river, there are diamond disks, which are green. Little friends are naked, playing hide-and-seek under the water. Dragonflies, butterflies and unknown aquatic insects sang and danced for us. At this time, the frightened big fish rushed out of the water, flew high, jumped over our heads, plunged into the water and splashed.
2 1. My hometown is thousands of miles away from Qian Shan. This is an image I didn't dream of. It makes people feel better. However, it is this clear sadness that breeds countless passionate love, so that the living and the tired can have a taste of life at the moment of rest. No wonder an olive tree can touch so many wandering souls-don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away, why I wander, wander, wander far away.
22. A small courtyard surrounded by a fence, several mud-piled tile houses, a tall mulberry tree and several stumps under the tree, a clear river behind the house and a winding path in front of the house are all my memories of my childhood hometown. In my distant memory, at that time, I only did two things every day, playing in the river with a group of playmates during the day and counting stars on the stump under the mulberry tree at night, snuggling up to my grandmother. At that time, the river was crystal clear, sweet and refreshing, and it was the water source of the whole village; At that time, the starry sky was boundless, so pure and quiet.
23. Because of the background of "hometown", vagrancy has become solemn and touching. No matter how far the heart floats, it will not lose its center of gravity, and no matter how chaotic its footsteps are, it will not lose its direction. This is a feeling, a state, a torture and a pleasure. Hometown makes homeless people have emotional and spiritual attachment. She makes the memory of parting precious and unforgettable, and also allows you and me to sort out a tender lifeline in the fleeting time. You can't get rid of her and you won't be abandoned by her. There, there are your roots and my roots, and there are our ancestors who have drifted for thousands of years.
24. If you have money, go home for the New Year. All the vagrants outside think so.
25. Home is not only a big house, but also an eternal concern, a haven for lost souls and a spiritual return. Yes, in the storm, my heart came home!
26, warm home, you are safe.
27. If the heart has no place to live, it will wander around.
28, wandering outside, more homesick in recent years. It's a long way home, and I'm eager to return.
29. It's Spring Festival again. Pack your bags early. Remember to put on a thick cotton-padded jacket when you go out. It's good to leave early in Spring Festival travel rush peak. Everything is ready at home. Your mother wants you to go home for the New Year!
30. There is a road that you may walk once a year, but you are no longer familiar with it. Bon voyage and happy Spring Festival.
In the evening, the sunset falls on the other side of the river, like a drunken red-faced drunk. The reflected water is half red and half yellow, which is really "a round of setting sun sprinkled in the water, half river rustling and half river red"! The dusk in my hometown is very quiet, and the flowers and plants on the roadside sleep quietly in the evening breeze; The dusk in my hometown is lively, and people washing clothes by the river are in an endless stream; Some old women are still practicing waist drums here, "dong, dong, dong", and the crisp and pleasant sound of waist drums pierced the tranquility of the sunset.
The autumn wind blows, and the scenery of this field is more charming. Especially the field where seedlings are planted, you can see it far away from her, as if it were covered with a golden carpet. One by one, the seedlings were covered with rice, and their ears drooped. It was beautiful!
As the sun sets, night falls, the moon is high in the deep blue sky, and the stars wink at people. At this time, binjiang road is brightly lit, and colorful neon lights are flashing with dazzling light, putting a colorful coat on beautiful binjiang road, which is even more beautiful and charming. Colorful neon lights are reflected in the clear river, which is more colorful.
At dawn, people get up early, walk along the river and breathe fresh air. Old people and girls practice Tai Chi, sword dancing and morning exercises here, and all kinds of people are doing all kinds of things, which is very lively. When the sun shines on the earth bit by bit, the students have entered the beautiful campus one after another. The voice of reading came from the campus, and the crystal dew rolled around on the top of the grass, as if listening with relish!
5, the beauty of hometown, the most beautiful is the gentle hometown water, the wind at the water's edge blows gently, the swallows in the sky fly leisurely, and the wanderers in the distance please come back soon. The beauty of hometown, the most beautiful is the people in that hometown, who sing every day and are gratified every year. One side of the water and soil is rooted in the heart ... "
6. The sun rises slowly and shines brightly. At this time, there are very few people on Binhe Road, and most of them are in the farmer's market. At the farmers' market, vendors are shouting loudly, trying to attract more customers to buy their own goods. As for consumers, they wander around the market, carrying food baskets. In this lively and extraordinary cry, there is also the hearty laughter of customers.
7. When the winter breeze is whistling, this mountain is very quiet and there are no people everywhere. All kinds of animals hide in their nests, and people keep warm in their houses. The world is boundless, so quiet!
8. In my hometown, although there are no majestic peaks like Mount Tai and dead maple leaves like Xiangshan, the four seasons are picturesque and anyone will be amazed when they see them!
9. There is a river beside the orchard. The river is cool to the bottom, and several small fish are playing in the river, which is very cute. There are maple trees on both sides of the river. How red they are! Like a fire. Fallen leaves fall with the wind. But the pine trees by the river are still so tall and straight and so green. The clear river reflects red leaves and green trees. How beautiful!
10, in an ordinary and quiet town, people are harmonious and beautiful, that is my lovely hometown.
1 1, and rice fields. The fragrance wafted from a field in Huang Cancan. Rice with full grains and rice with shriveled grains can't stand up straight, as if thanking the earth for its nurturing grace.
12. When Chun Yan sings, the scenery of this mountain is the most charming. Don't believe me, look! The red, white, blue, yellow and nameless wild flowers will dazzle you and make you feel at a loss. Crowds of bees are flying around among the flowers, busy collecting honey, flowers are flapping their wings and dancing, and clever birds are singing in the branches, bringing infinite vitality to this silent mountain village. And the grass that is not noticed, crowded together. You hold me and push me around like a soft carpet on a hillside. It is comfortable to lie on it, and then have a good dream. How beautiful!
13, when Xia Chan sang, the ground was covered with wax gourd. Look, that thick bamboo is covered with green skin. They have different shapes. At this time, I saw the farmers' uncles and aunts were busy cutting wax gourd, bending down to peel off the leaves with their hands. Wow! What a big wax gourd! When farmers saw it, they grabbed it with their hands and cut it off with scissors. Beautiful, big and green, you must gain a lot. They cut one after another and cut all the scissors.
14, the world is too big, no matter how far you go, no matter how hard your life is, there are always people waiting for you to go home.
15, busy for a year, tired for a year, wandering outside, tired, it's time to go home.
16, a year of Spring Festival travel rush craze came again. How can I get a ticket? I stood in line at the train station all night, and the phone on the website has been ringing off the hook. I want to go home for the Spring Festival, but I don't have a ticket to go home! I wish you, go home early for the New Year!
17, going home is not only the end of life, but also the starting point of life and the beginning of a new life. The way home is not far away, just under your feet. As long as you can let go of worldly concerns, you can return to that warm home with your head held high.
18, the heart of going home is beautiful, the smile on my face is sweet, the feeling of going home is happy, the journey is full of expectations, the journey home is anxious, and the short message I sent is timely. I wish you a happy return home and a happy family forever.
19, a year of busyness paved the way home, I hope you have a safe trip home.
20. No matter how beautiful the scenery outside is, it can't compare with the way home. Always remember the way home, no matter how far you go, you are not a rootless duckweed. Home is everyone's final destination.
The feeling of returning to one's hometown 3 1. My strength alone is meager, but if we wanderers unite with our meager strength, Zhucheng, the pearl of Lu Dongming, will be even more dazzling.
2. My hometown is Jinan, a beautiful spring city. It's beautiful here, with 72 springs. It used to be famous for smelling incense in every household every spring.
There is a clear river not far behind my house. The green river sparkled in the golden sun. There are trees on both sides of the river, and their shadows are swaying. Those flowers and plants are swaying in the wind, which is pleasing to the eye and reluctant to go. Flocks of small white geese lined up in the river and swam around happily. People in twos and threes on the shore chatted while washing clothes; In summer, friends play by the water and have a water fight. This river is our happy paradise.
I like to go back to my hometown because here, my eyes, my heart and my feet have an ideal place to walk. It only takes three to five minutes from my bedroom to the scenic spot I described. I usually choose to go for a walk at dusk. Go from north to south, or take the dam or walk along the river bank. If you walk on the dam, you will meet the old man who drives the sheep home. Those sheep are walking on the gentle slope of the dam, but they still can't bear to go back to the fence. I often see an old woman coming back from releasing ducks. Her flock of black ducks is led by two big white geese. The big white goose walked proudly ahead with its neck held high, and countless black ducks followed with their heads down. I prefer walking along the river bank to the dam. I like the rolling sunset in the river. The most beautiful place at sunset is the river. The sunset in the water is more brilliant than the sunset itself.
In my memory, my hometown is the most beautiful in spring. Spring is the time for everything to revive. From that moment on, everything was full of vitality. Willow buds are sprouting, the ice in the river is melting, and even swallows are flying back here from the far south. All this is so beautiful and prosperous. Almost every spring, I will go for an outing with my companions and observe the changes in my hometown.
6. The hometown of the wanderer is not here, not elsewhere, but in my heart.
7. The rapid development of economy has brought the prosperity of life, and the development of economy has also brought a leap in the cause of culture and education. The people in their hometown are beginning the great project of developing regional economy and culture with full enthusiasm and beaming face. We should cherish the motherland, look to the future, study hard, master skills and make contributions to the construction of our hometown and motherland in the future. We believe: your tomorrow will be more brilliant, more brilliant!
8. Hometown, a name that makes people feel comfortable and nostalgic; Hometown, a magical and charming place. If you ask me where my hometown is? I will proudly tell you that she is the famous automobile city in Shiyan. My home is located in the Bailang High-tech Industrial Development Zone in the east of Checheng, which is a bright pearl of Checheng.
9. Let go of the tiredness of work, the hardships of struggle and the bitterness of setbacks. Let's pack up our bags and go home together, put on a cheerful smile, get on the train home, let the warmth of your family warm you, and wish you all the best and success in your career in the coming year!
10, no one wants to go home during the Chinese New Year. Everyone who doesn't go home has his story.
Feelings of returning home 4 1. Hometown is like a small and exquisite pearl, located among the green hills.
My hometown, like my mother, feeds us with her grass and trees.
My hometown Yantai is a beautiful city with beautiful scenery, pleasant climate and rich products.
Whenever tourists from all over the world come to Yantai, they always feel reluctant to leave.
5, people! No matter how long you have been away from home, no matter how high your status is, no matter whether you are poor or rich, the most difficult thing to give up is your feelings for your hometown. The most unforgettable thing is the landscape of your hometown, the food you want to eat most, the local accent and rhyme you want to hear most, and the most important thing to do is to contribute your strength to your hometown.
How many words can describe my feelings for you in my hometown?
7. My hometown is a small town on the vast Kanto Plain. Although our hometown is rich in nickel ore, people here are not proud at all. They still work hard, which makes me proud.
My hometown Yantai is a beautiful city with beautiful scenery, pleasant climate and rich products. In 2005, it was rated as the most suitable place for human habitation by the United Nations.
9. We live in beautiful Yantai, enjoying the beautiful scenery endowed by nature and enriching our products. Create a bright future with our hardworking hands. As a Yantai person, I feel extremely proud and proud.
10, Yantai has beautiful coastal scenic spots, and there are beautiful music fountains in the scenic spots. Whenever melodious music is played on holidays, the fountain will open all kinds of extraordinary graphics, accompanied by beautiful music, as if we were in the heavenly palace.
1 1. Yantai has a famous Changyu wine culture museum, which displays century-old Changyu precious wines. There are nanshan park, Yuhuangding Park, Tashan Tourist Scenic Area and so on in the urban area, which are really beautiful. There are world-famous Penglai Pavilion, Qixia Moushi Manor, Longkou Nanshan Giant Buddha, Mayang Island in Mu Ping, Zhaoyuan Luoshan Forest Park, etc. Let's enjoy the happiness brought by ancient and modern cultures.
12, the small train window can't hold the homesickness of Qian Qian's thousands of wanderers. No matter how tortuous and long the journey home is, people's determination to go home cannot be stopped.
13, you are my palm treasure, and I am your remote control. I love you, but I don't want to completely control your life. I just want to silently wish you a safe and happy journey!
14, people with families are happy, happiness is concerned, people with families are warm, warmth lies in family ties, people with families are full of dreams, people with families are happy, and they are also happy on the bus home. I wish you a pleasant journey and enjoy the warmth.
15, home is not about size, but about warmth; Affection lies not in distance, but in strength. Some people miss how warm it is; Some people care about how happy they are, so let the joy of seeing their loved ones and the warm affection spread in their hearts.
16. Back to my hometown, my heart is still the same and my mind is clear. The grievances in life, the hardships in work, the confusion in life, and all the tiredness will disappear at this moment. There is only happiness in my eyes, and happiness is lingering in my heart for a long time.
17, forgot the way home. You took my hand and took me home, and even in the end you disappeared into my world.
18, home is always a desirable place. There are our relatives, the warmth and love we long for.
19, people only have one life, and it's too late to regret it when they lose it. The word "peace" will never be forgotten anywhere. It will accompany you and give you happiness, which is unparalleled.
20. The Spring Festival is coming soon. I wish these friends who are still on their way home by motorcycle a safe reunion.