Homesickness stems from special memories of the past. When the rain at night rings in our ears, homesickness will reach our spiritual bottom as scheduled. Because it comes and goes all the time, our homesickness is like a traveler walking out of Yangguan in the west, full of the aesthetic feeling of looking back suddenly.
I once thought about the innocence of homesickness, but after a story of nursery rhymes, I can only grieve for the deconstruction of homesickness. Homesickness is getting farther and farther away from us, or it has been transformed beyond recognition by modern things. Real life is a material battlefield, a contest between money and morality without smoke, and a refuge where homesickness is gradually unbearable. Spiritual feelings are completely defeated, instrumentalism is invincible, and we
Perhaps everything that exists is reasonable, so when the strait-like homesickness is slowly covered by modern high-rise buildings, when the blood-like homesickness is diluted by popular culture in one fell swoop, and when the mainland-like homesickness is completely defeated by sensory pleasure, our boring heart may have forgotten the direction of going home. Will homesickness still make you homesick? Looking back, homesickness was the spiritual connection of a dusty history, so the thunder in the paper pile spread the meaningful soul of "old friends, stories and hometown" in the long river of culture.
When the sunset takes away the memory of spring in your life, can you still welcome the joy of archaeologists excavating the historical sea in the twilight?
Perhaps the deconstruction of homesickness is a helpless reality. When it is not a work of art, when it is said to be an emotional luxury, when it has become a cold memory, that unforgettable memory will not become a big lie.
In fact, we are also in a material society without homesickness. The spiritual monument that supported our hearts collapsed in a disaster without a storm. We love strange cities, we wander around the streets after drinking, we enjoy fresh performances, and we cheer the wandering of youth.
Four seas at home, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, how wonderful! Does homesickness only make me struggle? What makes us even more embarrassed is that in retrospect, the beautiful hometown has already lost its face in the wind and sand all over the sky. How can I proudly write down the truest words for it in the latest meeting of reunion after a long separation?
After homesickness was banished by industrial civilization, the emotional substitute for comfort can only be the acquired materials made on the machine assembly line, which helps to strengthen the body muscles, but does not ask whether the heart is warm or not? The modern "homesickness edition" is so trendy and different: the keyboard "sends it to the north on a rainy night" makes the future of homesickness come true with a glimpse of online affection; The boredom of telephone feelings leads to the unnecessary dumping of post-modern emotional garbage in the text feast; The world of cheque remittance and credit card guarantee has absorbed the spiritual fat of love with the most economical and practical exchange.
Homesickness is really just an emotional shell. Is its back garden still in the depths of peach blossoms? If the outside world is wonderful, can you put aside the bitterness of homesickness and let others drink it themselves? Remember homesickness, and let people sing more beautifully about love! "It's okay to meet, but I don't always miss you." There are always lonely times in distant places, so our writing, our singing and our meditation will inevitably overflow the fragrance of homesickness. At that time, the hometown I couldn't go back to was so lovely, just like the nursery rhyme that my mother sang softly at the cradle when I was a child.
We will gradually understand that homesickness is a masterpiece of history, which gives us not only the clear spring in the desert, but also the dew of human mind. I hope homesickness will be revived in the spiritual grave with the rebirth of human thinkers, so as not to let us lose a few acres of dreamland.
2. Homesickness is rewritten into short essays, each with 100~200 words. A teenager is sitting at the table. The flickering candlelight reflected his slightly pale face. He is gently sticking a small stamp on the envelope with his mother's name on it. Leng Yue shone on his meditative back. What's he thinking? Is it a lullaby sung by my mother when I was a child, or the happiness of curled up on my mother's lap when I was a child? Or the excitement and joy of mother when she received the letter? How much he wants to go back and see his dear mother! Stroking this small stamp, he suddenly felt it was heavy. Time flies and now he is a strong young man. He is running on his way to the dock, clutching a small boat ticket. The sun shone on his face and his heart was filled with joy. Yes, right away, he can take a boat and go straight to his hometown-there are his dear wife and children, and he is still old. She must be looking forward to it at the entrance of the village now, right? Thought of here, he couldn't help laughing. The ship set sail, and he stood on the deck and stared-dreaming, just in the distance. He just stood in front of a low grave-that's his mother's grave. It was late, but he came back too late. The drizzle wet his clothes and hair, but he didn't notice. Why? Why did God separate them? He hates himself, why not come back early so that he can see his mother for the last time! Mom, it's cold and lonely down there. Can you stand it? His face can't tell whether it is tears or rain. He grabbed a handful of dirt-this thick dirt separated him from his mother mercilessly-he was outside and his mother was inside. Times have changed, and now he is a white-haired old man. Years have left too many wrinkles on his face. He looked at the window for a long time. It's a shallow strait-of course, he believes that day will come.
Homesickness composition of 3.600 words (homesickness style), what? Nostalgia, patriotism or more?
When I was young, I obeyed everything and didn't know what sorrow was. Same, flowers, carefree. Happiness is short-lived, with no regrets and no stay.
Gradually, I began to grow up. Left home and went to a distant place. I haven't been home for a long time. Mother sent a core. The contents of the letter made my eyes moist. I closed the letter and saw a stamp on the envelope. Small square, but holding me far away from home and my mother who looks forward to it day and night.
This is my first "worry" when I grow up-homesickness caused by stamps.
Grow up, more mature than before. But a little childish about love.
I came back from far away to visit my elderly mother. I should get married.
The bride is beautiful and virtuous. My mother and I are also very harmonious and happy. The wrinkles on mom's face are clearly visible. But a little happiness still exists. Beautiful bride, my return seems to smooth the wrinkles on my mother's face, which is no longer obvious and seems to be looming.
Soon, I went to that distant place again, leaving only my mother and bride. Mother's face lost a trace of happiness. I gave up, but I left anyway.
The result is more yearning for the bride, less communication with my mother, and gradually forgetting my mother, but the yearning for the bride remains the same. We started to go home at both ends in three days, and a boat ticket narrowed our distance. But my heart only has the position of the bride, and my mother only occupies a small corner.
Many years have passed and I have really grown up. Go back to my hometown again and visit my long-lost bride. Suddenly found that there seems to be one person missing at home. It turns out that mom is not at home, and she has gone far away. -heaven. Further than me. I am separated from her by a thick layer of soil, my mother is lying inside and I am standing outside. My thoughts with my mother suddenly returned to the starting point, endless and endless, and she left with her.
-the third point is the "homesickness" across the short grave.
My mother's departure didn't stop me from growing up. I grew up and even began to get old.
There are a few more wrinkles on my face, but I still haven't lost a trace of sadness after vicissitudes. I still miss my mother. The child has grown up.
Gradually, I began to yearn for the mainland, feeling that my mother was there watching me and expecting me to come back to her. I often tell my children that there is something new in the mainland that will make you feel warm. Right here, on the other side of the channel. Just cross the shallow strait of this bay and you can reach it.
So, with this hope, I hope I can return to my mother's side, that warm embrace. On the other side of the mainland-the strait.
I still miss it and look forward to it.
Until I leave, my thoughts will continue until I become "sad".
At the beginning of each paragraph, write a composition about maternal love or friendship in a homesick way. Motherly love is an idyllic poem, long and clean; Motherly love is a landscape painting, natural and fresh; Motherly love is a song, tactfully affectionate.
Mom, you are a supporter of my career. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have realized my wish to be a teacher. My father, brother and sister didn't let me choose a career as a teacher when I filled in my volunteers for the college entrance examination. You have always supported me and encouraged me. You always supported me when my career improved; When I encounter setbacks, it is you who constantly encourage me; When I was frustrated, you told me again and again: failure is a successful teacher, only by summing up experience can we start again, and only by persistence can we win. From then on, I will face up to setbacks or achievements in my career. Mom, it is your support and encouragement that makes my career brilliant, and I am forever grateful to you!
Motherly love is an intoxicating spring breeze, a drizzle that moistens everything, a laughter that accompanies you all your life, and a lingering miss that you wander around the world.
Mom, your daughter has grown up and can't wait on you, but you will always be my only concern in this life. Mom, I am lucky to have you as my mother in this life. The selfless maternal love you gave me will be the love and gratitude of my life.
5. Writing a homesick composition is a drizzle 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.
Who is it that plays homesick music on the flute in the moonlight night, and the sad tune inadvertently fills the wasteland in my heart; Who is reading the ancient poems of homesickness every night, and the degree of sadness drops the boundless and quiet homesickness. I used to think that in this strange city, I was used to the life of eight to five. In the days of frustration, the mountains and rivers in my hometown have gradually drifted away. Looking back suddenly, I found that fragrance was sealed in my heart and I realized that I was a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown.
A rain 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. Once indulged in the frustration of life, however, the unchanging posture of that mountain and that simple family and hometown faded into a song without words and a poem with Kubinashi rhyme in poetry. My soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through thousands of waters in Qian Shan. I am enjoying pure rice wine with simple folks.
When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood are yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing leisurely, just like the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown. Also like Li Houzhu's "hate like grass, you will live farther and farther".
6. Imitate homesickness (composition in Unit 4, Volume 2, Grade 7 of Chinese). Don't wait for time words and place words.
(Your name)
Menqiantou
Homesickness is a small residual ticket.
I'm at this end
The river is over there.
Yuanzili
Homesickness is a narrow food stamp.
I'm at this end
Wealth is over there.
Under the eaves
Homesickness is a dark sunset.
I am outside
The light is inside.
And there.
Homesickness is a rosy light.
I'm at this end
I hope it's over there
Not satisfied, hehe
7. Imitate homesickness, the happiness of a grass.
Backward cable
Happiness is the nourishment of the vast land.
I am ignorant.
Parents are very concerned.
Indian summer
Happiness was diluted by the violent rainstorm.
I am making progress.
The teacher is teaching.
After autumn
Happiness is the companionship of passionate fallen leaves.
I'm wandering
Friends are encouraging.
After winter
Happiness is the wake-up call of lonely ice and snow.
I'm struggling.
Great men are inspiring.
Spring breeze rises again.
Happiness is the baptism of colorful seasons.
I have grown up.
Life continues