2. 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.
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.
This city is bustling and empty, and it is full of empty 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.
5. A rainstorm has wet all my memories, and 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.
6. Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer you put it on hold, the longer you leave it, and the more mellow it will taste.
Whenever there is a bright moon in the sky, I miss my hometown like a tide, like a flood.
8. 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.
9. 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 was a slightly bluish white smoke. 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.
10, 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.
1 1. 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 so leisurely, just like the flute in my hometown Qingyuan. Also like Li Houzhu's "hate like grass, you will live farther and farther".
12. Homesickness is also a local accent. Sometimes it is buried in the ground of our daily life, but it keeps fermenting, so when we speak fluent Mandarin, we will inadvertently pop up a dialect, so we will be so sensitive to the familiar sounds suddenly sounded 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.
13, 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 habit. Just like eating shallots at home, you can never adapt to the coriander in Beijing. Homesickness gives us a state of mind, because it reminds us of the zongzi wrapped by grandma when the Dragon Boat Festival comes, the time to go to the grave when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, and the rock sugar liqueur when the Spring Festival comes ...
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.
16, away from home for more than 20 years. Whenever I dream of the green mountains and green waters in my hometown, I can always dream of the smoke from cooking in the house. 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.
17. Time flies and it's the 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.
18, "The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and 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?
19. 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.
20. 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.
2 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.
22. 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.
I miss my hometown. If my heart is a pigeon flying in 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.
24. Things have changed, times have changed, and people have changed, but the only constant is a homesickness when they leave home, such as how the young leave home and the old come back, the local accent has not changed, the children have never met, and they ask the guests where they come from with a smile. This song may not be suitable for me, but at least it is my mood. Anyway, let's go out and have a look.
25. "Looking at the bright moon and sinking back, I suddenly remembered home" shows the deep feelings of the wanderer for his hometown. In Wang Wei's eternal poem, "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice during the festive season", revealing the sadness of being born in a foreign land. Cen Can's poem "It's a long way to go east to his hometown, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell are not dry" expresses his yearning for his hometown. Hometown, where I grew up, I left many places to laugh!
26. 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.
27. On a faint summer night, under the wooden lattice window covered with loofah and ivy, I was tired of watching. Suddenly, a bird song pierced 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!
28. Don't talk about the township 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.
29. 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.
30. 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.
3 1, the smoke in my hometown is like a silk thread, one end is tied in my hometown and the other end is tied in my heart. It accompanied me through a long time and became an unforgettable memory in my life.
32. 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.
33. Hometown is a painting. In spring and March, no matter where you are, the colors of Chun Lv are lit up. 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.
34. 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.
35. 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.
36. 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.
37. Hometown, what is hometown? Hometown is a dream of your childhood. Hometown is a cornerstone of your growth. There is a song like this: "The most beautiful way to travel around the world is hometown, and the sweetest way is hometown."
My hometown is a crystal clear river, hence the 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.
39. 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.
The stream in my hometown is like a mirror. Say it's green, and green is like jade for a moment. Make it clear, you can also 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.
4 1, hometown, is a delicious food, tempting the wanderers from afar to taste it.
42. 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 planting wormwood on both sides of every household. During the Dragon Boat Festival, the whole village was filled with the fragrance of wormwood.
43. 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.
44. 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 Schubert's solo in the sunset of your journey, the imagination that makes you suddenly burst into tears is often the hometown road and the moonlight night in your hometown, which reminds people of the poet's lonely sigh, "How bright the moonlight at home is!" Thousands of years ago.
45. Walking in the fields in spring with gentle steps, grabbing a handful of soil, 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.
46. 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.
47. 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.
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.
49. "Homecoming Station", the homecoming station for overseas travelers! Standing on this shore to see the other shore, standing on the other shore to see this shore, are homesick, are inseparable from home!
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, my hometown is far away. When will I go? Boat, dream into furongpu. Back to my hometown, with a long Artemisia, I drifted to my hometown with the river of my heart and wandered back to my hometown. The wanderer is still wandering, but he still can't go back to his hometown, because the cause is everywhere. They will return to their hometown with a boat full of starlight and shining light. Let's ring the bell of hope and look forward to meeting them again in the splendid season. Hometown, hometown, hometown that haunts me, I must make you proud of me.
52. 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.
53. Some things, after passing, leave traces and become 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.
54. Homesickness is the flute of Qingyuan, melodious and profound. Homesickness is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving; Nostalgia is an old wine with mellow fragrance. ...
55. 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.
56. In summer, the leaves are green and dense. From a distance, they look like a big green umbrella. Take an "umbrella" and stand in the hot sun to provide us with shade. Some children play chess below, others chase and play below ... If it rains in Mao Mao, they can shelter us from the wind and rain and protect the whole park like soldiers.
57. 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.
58. When I came to Daqing, there was never a Dragon Boat Festival that made me find my shadow, because there were no mountains and no winding rivers in Daqing.
59. 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.
60. 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.
6 1, our 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?
62. 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.
63. 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.
64. There were few friends who went out with me before, and that kind of sweet happiness was always hidden in my heart, and no one shared it with me. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I feel homesick.
65. 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, there is always a thin layer of yarn …
66, 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 every star hides a smiling face, which makes people want to wear it.
67. There is a heart that was once pure sunshine, with a faint blue color. 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.
68. It is even more difficult to leave home. 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?
69. Missing, like a trickle, flows in the years separated by mountains and rivers, feeling with your heart and being warm. Harvest more feelings, more beauty and more happiness with gratitude. Standing in the years, I looked around, and the days of blooming spring flowers were near … so I smiled sweetly!
70. 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. Love my hometown needs no excuses, let alone reasons, because my hometown has our "roots"!
7 1, once indulged in the frustration of life, however, the unchanging posture of mountains and rivers, simple families and hometown has faded into a song without words and a poem with Kubinashi rhyme.