I climbed The Upper Terrace alone, opened the window and looked, "Hey!" No one was there, but the voice continued to be clear. I listened carefully, and the original voice was from the bottom of my heart. I know, I'm homesick. ......................................................................................................................................................................
When homesickness comes, even dreams are the shadow of home. All I do is cry or use words to vent and soothe my heart. In spring, when I look at the flowers everywhere, the leaves turn green, and the grass swaying with green leaves, my mind is sometimes full of thoughts, and my real external reaction is to laugh and cry.
My hometown, my home, my relatives in my hometown ... I am your concern, and you are my lingering concern. My hometown is a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers. Many people say that I exude an aura since I was a child. I smiled and said, "It is the good mountains and waters in my hometown that gave birth to me."
Really, the mountains in my hometown are really beautiful. When I was young, we liked to play in the mountains. At this time, the mountains in my hometown must have been green long ago; Colorful wildflowers everywhere must be dotted with red faces and bright smiles; There must be golden rape flowers on Dongshan Mountain, and countless butterflies and bees must be beautiful. The peach trees on the western hills must be pink. Are there many people traveling through it? Oh, I don't know if the rows of ubiquitous ginkgo leaves have opened, and the leaves will soon be able to make tea; Is it still the same under the small suspension bridge as last time? There are countless little goldfish jumping around in the clear water to probe me.
Writing homesickness, the more homesickness, the tears began to tick on the text, and the scene of going home last time was as clear as yesterday. Tears filled my eyes. I saw me, my wife and my children standing in front of my scarlet door. My rhubarb dog wagged his tail at me and heard my father say, "rhubarb dog is so sensible. I haven't seen Steve for several years, and I still know him "; I saw my mother firing in a panic to make my favorite fried bun, which is absolutely impossible for a clever chef to make; I saw my little niece Qing Er calling her aunt and running to me happily; I saw the pomegranate tree sprouting in the yard, and then it must be full of red flowers. I remember when I was a child, my favorite girl and my sister folded pomegranate flowers and put them on their heads. When the pomegranate was ripe, there were always some small heads of children next door on my wall. My mother always smiles and picks a few and hands them over. Their gluttony is really interesting. I saw that the ear of my walnut tree was so long. It must be a small walnut with a big grain of rice. When I was a child, none of our sisters could wait until the walnuts were ripe. When they were really ripe, they were almost eaten by us. Hehe, in fact, we were greedy enough. Also, the big jujube tree in the yard has small yellow flowers, right? Jujube flowers are small, but they are very fragrant ... Well, the most beautiful thing in my big yard is spring.
With light steps, I walked up to my beautiful three-story building. Standing on the roof, I began to look around. I saw Aunt Wang washing clothes and her little granddaughter playing with water. I saw Grandpa Du watering the flowers in his yard, next to his big black dog wandering around funny; I saw uncle Li reading a newspaper in his yard with reading glasses, and there was a cigarette next to a cup of tea; I saw my father and my neighbor's grandparents playing cards by the big bluestone in front of my house. My wife stood by and watched while the children were playing. But these old people never play to win money. They all won corn seeds. There are many corn seeds in front of dad. Needless to say, he must have won again. Ah! Grandma Liu's girl came across the hall with a lot of bananas in her pocket. Grandma Liu walked into the house happily with her daughter. This is not easy for grandma Liu. Grandpa Liu left early, and grandma was widowed, bringing up five big girls. Grandma cried a lot when she was young. Now all five girls are very filial. Grandma had a good time ... DuDu, several motorcycles, and at first glance, ah, my brother rode a motorcycle and took his sister-in-law off work.
Sister-in-law smiled and said, "I called my sister and sister. They probably came together." I quickly got up and went out with my lover. A very exquisite van stopped at the door. My sister and I have had a good life in recent years, and we both bought cars.
You see, before the adults got off the bus, the naughty nephew took his little sister with him and jumped out of the car. Sister and brother-in-law, sister and brother-in-law all smiled and said, "You have to stay a few more days when you come back." My lover and I laughed. Dad quickly stopped playing cards and went home. The son took grandma's hand and sat down. This is a rare happy day.
Eating my mother's fried bag, asking about each other's situation, and then chatting together. Well, my parents are in good health, and our sisters work well.
My mother pointed to a group of children screaming like magpies and said to us, "Look, you were like this when you were young." We laughed, and the whole yard laughed. ..... In a blink of an eye, I haven't been home for a long time. Everyone usually contacts by phone. Dad said, "Don't be careless in your work."
Mom said, "Everything is fine at home. You should eat a good meal outside alone. " My brother said, "Don't worry about it at home, I'm here!" "Sister-in-law said," Mom and Dad have us. Come back and have a chat when you are free. "
My sister smiled and said to me on the phone: "Little sister, find a good husband's family, and a good son-in-law will forget about it"; Sister asked on the phone, "Sister, when will you come back?" Old classmates always say with a smile on the phone: "I know you are nourishing by listening to the voice." Come on, do you want our sisters? " ..... At this time, I feel very warm when I think of these things and these words. Oh, the tears of homesickness are so sweet that I feel my heart smiling. Homesickness, my homesickness, winter goes and spring comes, my clothes are getting thinner and thinner, but your weight in my heart is getting heavier and heavier.
2. the composition "remember homesickness, keep homesickness" 1000 words remember homesickness, that is, remember spring.
Remembering homesickness means remembering the country.
Remembering homesickness means remembering ancestors.
Remembering homesickness means remembering kindness.
Remembering homesickness means remembering roots.
Remembering homesickness means remembering spring.
This is a sentence that flashed in my mind repeatedly when I filmed 100 large-scale documentary "Remember Homesickness". Organized and implemented by the Propaganda Department of the CPC Central Committee, the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development, the State Administration of Press, Publication, Radio, Film and Television, and the National Cultural Heritage Administration, the 100-episode large-scale documentary Remembering Homesickness filmed by CCTV was officially launched on June 0, 20 15.
A century-old traditional cultural entity has returned to the years and the earth in the form of a hundred documentaries. These programs are not only big questions in life, but also excellent answers. Style, knowledge, sincerity, integrity, self-cultivation, keeping the family in order, governing the country and leveling the world ... In this 100 "examination room", children and grandchildren have not answered enough. One answer is a hundred years.
Write an 800-word composition about homesickness. This is my previous feeling. You can modify it appropriately to suit your own situation.
Swallows are flying in the sky with uneven wings. My sister married in the country today.
I can't see the shadow, and tears are pouring down. Swallows are flying around in the sky.
My sister is far away today, so it's not too long to see him off. He can't see anything, and his face is covered with tears.
Swallows are flying in the sky with low voices. Sister is far away in the south today. Send him to the south.
It's sad that there is no shadow at all. Zhong's heart is deep.
Gentle and obedient, cautious and kind. I often think of my father and remind my ears.
-"Guo Feng Li Feng Yan Yan" Parting is something that life cannot change but must face. Step by step, tears flow all over my chest, my heart is soft and my heart is short ... It is the love of flesh and blood that maintains the hearts of both sides.
This touching scene and experience can't be described and conveyed in words, because the expressive force of language is too limited. A small body movement, an infinitely melancholy expression and two lines of silent tears are all direct expressions of an infinitely vast and complicated inner world.
Any word is pale and powerless in the face of these direct expressions. And after leaving, it is even more unforgettable.
I have only lived for about twenty years, and I have never experienced any real parting. The first time I left home to study, the station sent my mother back. I sat on the bus and drifted away. I watched my mother's figure gradually shrink until she turned a corner and disappeared. I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my heart! My eyes are getting sore, but in the end, I was forced to go back ... and then I was homesick.
Mr. Yu Guangzhong said, "Homesickness is a small stamp, I am here, and my mother is there", and the most suitable one is Mr. Bei Shi's Homesickness: "My homesickness is that the farther I leave my hometown with my kite, the longer I miss it. My homesickness is that the longer I leave my hometown, the more mellow it tastes. " Nostalgia is a shining star in the sky at night, no matter how dark the night sky is. Homesickness is round after round of full moon, and the glory that spreads all over the earth has entrusted my good wishes to my hometown.
Homesickness is the constant separation of sea water. No matter how many rocks and lands there are, they can't stop the accumulation of seawater. Homesickness is a row of sailboats. The raised sails show that the children in my hometown will never forget to miss home even if they are alive. Straighten my muddy sails and build a bridge in the deep sea.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. As long as people leave home, they are full of expectations for their hometown.
Thinking about not going home for so long, is the road newly built in my hometown? Is the Huangguoshu planted as a child already flourishing and full of green? Is there any beautiful scenery in the pond in front of my house? .
4. 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".
5. I want a high school composition of "homesickness"-homesickness.
Classical poetry, such as clear spring, is refreshing; Like an empty valley and orchid, it blooms fragrant; Like a can 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. Chazi branch
6. Write an article of about 800 words, not less than 600 words, with homesickness as the topic.
Lao She has been to Paris and lived in London, but what she has been thinking about is Beijing. Say that people's cities are clumsy and their own cities are solemn; It is said that people's cities are noisy, and their own city people. Readers will laugh: "What an obvious regional complex!
But who doesn't know that the old man's stubborn love and bitter criticism are all because he deeply loves the place where he grew up-Beijing.
The old city wall with red dates can sit happily in the stagnant pool all day, with gentle scented tea, yards and trees of hutong houses, morning glory, bamboo, grass, jasmine, vegetables and so on. Old people love each other deeply.
Perhaps everyone has such a deep and deep emotional connection. With this connection, he indulged his paranoid love with smiles and tears.
The old man is like this. "Words are not enough to express my feelings, only smiling or crying alone can expose my heart to the outside", so that "there is a Peiping in every thought of me, and I can only say it".
Where we are familiar, the mountains are not majestic but continuous, the water is not beautiful but leisurely, and the flowers are not red and the grass is not green but fragrant and lush. Even if you don't love deeply, you can't give up the feeling of love
The faint fragrance of flowers on campus, the notes of classmates during recess, the marks corrected by teachers in the exercise book, and the words of blessing in the graduation book; Mother's porridge, little sister's braid, West Dog tied to the door, and the ditch in the village ... all of these are enjoyed calmly and gratefully. Even if we leave in the future, we can be full of proud memories in other places. A feeling called homesickness can be sad for a while in memory.
Many beautiful things are not that we can't see them, nor that we don't want to praise them. It is precisely because they are hidden in the deepest part of our hearts and do not ripple that we will not be too attached to them.
Lao She can open the window and say "I really love Beiping".
I can't.
I was suddenly assimilated by Lao She's emotion. I don't have the pen power of a literary master. I put my love in black and white. It is not enough for me to leave my hometown. I feel homesick at any time. I can only try to get out of the circle of my present life in my dream and ignite my homesickness in another corner.
In fact, I am eager for the outside world. Even if I can't fly freely like a bird, I need some space of my own.
Homesickness is a beautiful feeling.
2. Homesickness
Looking out through the window, the bright moonlight is sparsely sprinkled on the dark blue Panhu Lake. I lay quietly, as if a stream of heat was surging all over my body and quietly flowing out of my heart window. ...
Climb into bed, cover yourself with a quilt, and let the tears of homesickness gently flow down your cheeks. After the sporadic lights went out, I quietly leaned out and looked at the full moon outside the window. I miss my home, my father and mother. I remember when I came, my father said, "don't miss home, it will delay your study." If you find it too difficult, just call back ... "Yes, just make a phone call. Can a mobile phone give you that kind of indescribable kindness?
I used to study and seldom left home, let alone for such a long time now. I remember the night before I came to school, I said to myself happily, "You are a high school student, and you have to live independently. You must spread your wings and soar in the vast sky! " Now, I seem to really understand Xi Murong's homesickness: the flute in my hometown plays a melodious melody in my ear. ...
Tonight, I thought a lot.
Stepping into the hall of high school means that the pace of leaving home to study has begun. I will spend more time wandering outside in the future, and I will be busier at work than with my parents. I am no longer a proud flower in the greenhouse, but an eagle that needs to climb mountains and mountains, and a ship that sails through the wind and waves ... In the struggle, I realized the value that God has given me as a person. Maybe I won't see the beautiful mountains, clear waters and high trees in my hometown for two or three years or even longer; I can't smell the flowers in my hometown, and the grass is rich; I can't hear lively and lovely birds singing happily in my hometown ... The most important thing is that I can't see familiar and kind faces in my hometown. ...
I am going to travel to my hometown!
For me, I don't know how many wrinkles the years have carved on my hard mother's face; For me, I don't know how much silver thread my father has put on his head. In order to nourish me with knowledge and have a better life, they silently dedicated themselves like ordinary and great parents all over the world. ...
Since I'm here, I have to be worthy of them and my hometown. I want to exchange my sweat for sweet fruits for them; I want to exchange my efforts for glory and sincerely return.
A sleepless night. The bright moon shines directly on my heart. However, I have to put myself to sleep. Maybe when I fall asleep, I can go home ...
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
8. Is there any genre restriction on homesickness?
She is an evergreen tree in my life. No matter the wind and rain, she is still flourishing in my life. She is a daffodil in my life, still fragrant in my heart. She is the farewell hospital in my life, still waiting for me after the wind and frost. She filled my sleepless nights, my lonely and helpless heart and my transparent tears. She is homesick that haunts day and night.
Youth is scattered in antique towns. I ran back and forth on the mossy stone road until I was eighteen. She is a flowing river, flowing quietly by my side. I went from ignorance to maturity. Time is like a sleepless hourglass. I miss my thoughts little by little and cannot be reversed. My promised land is my attached hometown. The beautiful scenery here nourishes my burdened mind, the birds and flowers here relieve my haggard body, and the fish and shrimp here precipitate my uneasy panic. I grew up here. She told me the world of truth, goodness and beauty, where hardworking and simple people, sincere care and thoughtful greetings are like the sunrise at dawn, full of hope. I was moistened spotless by the soil and water in my hometown and grew up happily.
However, all this failed to stop my yearning for the outside world.
On this day, I picked up my bag and decided to leave.
At the moment I left, I looked at this ancient town, and I first found it shabby. My memory of growing up is sealed here, and there are ripples in my heart. I hate to give up, but I still have to go after all. I am too young, and I have a dream that never stops.
So I took my bag and crossed the long desert like a camel. Being down and out didn't bury my inner confidence. I'm ready. I'm trying to integrate myself into the outside world. His colorful life once made me curious. I try to make myself linger. I am careful at every step, looking forward and backward, for fear of accidentally destroying myself. Gradually, I began to be disappointed. I found that their smiles were not real enough, and their words were not intentional.
I began to miss my hometown, its purity and clearness.
I miss the warmth she felt when she was a child.
I want to go home, I want to leave the noise and falsehood here, I want to go back to my home. I don't want to experience the sadness of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, then sinking, and I suddenly thought of home" I don't want to experience the helplessness of "children don't know each other and ask tourists where they come from with a smile". I don't want to experience the sadness of "when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world". I just want to go back to her arms and be gentle.
Homesickness, my homesickness of "small bridge flowing water", a deep homesickness.
A cold rainy night in December
The notes blend into the ancient river.
The dim light blurred the intoxicated eyes.
Sad songs are intertwined in the intestines.
The luggage has been shouldered.
On the edge of a long platform
The train took away the memory.
Wipe the powder off your face.
Return to the nature and freshness in dreams.
The eroded hair temples were stained with frost and cold.
Empty the body and ravage the lonely autumn queen
Just wait for the parting bell to ring.
Goodbye, my lovely girl.
Bring your parents' winter clothes.
Bring back a laundry list of sour hearts
The door is about to be knocked down by firecrackers.
The pace of the new year
Sent away a homeless man full of sadness.
The bright moon sent me back to my hometown.
Familiar eyes after many years
Still stay in a strange country
Wind and frost remain, love remains?
But I don't know if my thoughts are in the world of mortals.
Fade its traces?
When the flowers are in full bloom
I am here. Are you there?
9. Homesickness 800-word composition should be written by expressing your wishes. The cruel wind swept everything, and the cold rainstorm washed the earth.
All the creatures are hiding, only he longs for it to become more violent.
He is proud to meet all this, and only he is brave to face all this.
When the storm comes, flowers closely gather its colorful flowers; And those tall and straight trees seem to have some fears. Animals are fleeing, looking for shelter to accommodate them everywhere.
When the storm came, the shy flowers seemed to leave tears, and they seemed to shout: Help, help ... However, it was too late, the wind blew her to the east and west, and the heavy rain knocked out her beautiful petals, leaving only the broken stems: the towering trees seemed to become small in the face of all this. His lush leaves are few and far between now. The branches that he circled in Qu Zhi were shaking.
Only the weak grass is indomitable. Even though he is not as beautiful as a flower or as tall as a tree, he is upright, upright, strong and unyielding, and has tenacious vitality. He stood proudly on the flat land, and never gave in despite being threatened by strong winds and abused by heavy rains.
"Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze." What a wonderful poem! Only he can deserve such a beautiful poem.
Light green grass, the color is green, symbolizing life. The enemy destroyed him, and he waited and waited ... and rekindled the fire of life while the enemy was not looking. Qi Xin United to destroy the enemy.
Grass is an ordinary and extraordinary plant.
Others only find the external beauty of flowers, but not the internal beauty of grass. It doesn't care about these things. He didn't care when people trampled on him with sinful steps.
He never shows off his advantages; His modesty and selflessness make others feel ashamed, just like a sentry guarding his hometown in the frontier.
Although I also like flowers, I prefer the strong willpower and tenacious vitality of grass. I love these grasses that are "insignificant" in the eyes of others.