2. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far away can make you return to China-Han Yuefu folk songs & gt
3. Humayi went north and crossed the south branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han>
4. But how much love does an inch of grass get?-Tang Mengjiao & gt
Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi>
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei>
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai>
8. Where is your hometown? Forget, unless you are drunk-Song Li Qingzhao & gt
9. Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei
10. The moon is full tonight, and I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Tang Wangjian & gt
1 1. People gradually feel strange in the local accent, but they hate the sound of singing birds like an old mountain-the empty map of the Tang Dynasty << Five books >>
12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi << two hometown couplets >>
13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged. -Tang He Zhangzhi << Hometown Letter >>
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu
15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States Period. Chu Quyuan & gt
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Korea. & gt
17. Think before flowers after the wild goose falls-Sui Xue Daoheng & gt
18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. Can go further and live-Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty & gt
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu>
20. It is easier to see when you are away, and the water is gone in spring. Is heaven and earth-Li Yu>
2 1. It's hard for friends to meet each other, such as the star of the morning and evening-Don Du Fu>
22. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and travel to the west for no reason-Tang Wangwei & gt
23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and there is no bosom friend in the world-Tang Gaoshi
24. The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai>
25. We met for the last time in the flowers. In the flowers where we parted, it has been blooming for one year today-Don Wei Wu Ying.
26. I've known her for a long time, and I've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Li Shangyin & gt
27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu & gt
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid sad parting-Don Mutu & gt
29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. -Huang Song, Ting Jian & gt
30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang & gt
3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -history & gt
32. I wish people a long time and take Wan Li Road. -history & gt
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon, alone, like a flower, from the center of the cloud.
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Li Bai, Long Separation
Don't go home for a few months, see cherry blossoms at the jade window. There are brocade books,
Opening the seal is embarrassing. At this point, my heart is broken, my heart is broken. Cloudy and green temples.
Sorrow is like rushing back to the snow. Last year I sent books to the balcony, and this year I sent books again.
Dongfeng, Dongfeng, blow clouds for me and let the west come. I didn't come when I stayed,
The fallen flowers are silent and the moss grows.
Li Bai, a "quiet night thinker"
Look at the moonlight in front of the bed, will it have frost? . Looking up at the mountains and the moon and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home.
My hometown is remote, but it is beautiful.
On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects.
There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes.
Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear. In the sunshine square in my heart, new colors are interpreted and moving ... the sky in my hometown is blue, the exhaust pollution in the city is less, and there are few high-rise forests.
Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery.
Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment
The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity.
The winding river seems to surround the countryside.
In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them.
They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms.
I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite.
My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off.
I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him.
The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back.
I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.
The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful.
After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps.
Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face.
I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.
People in my hometown are very simple.
At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.
I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia. ......
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunion heart fly to the sky, and think of you again in a foreign land-my hometown, under the mottled night sky.
My hometown-Oriental Green Spring.
Such as bridges and flowing water, beautiful environment and simple folk customs.
There are my beloved grandma, grandpa and childhood friends.
In order to study, I came to a city far away from home and went home at most once a week. I don't know what it's like to be homesick. I envy seeing my friends go home happily every weekend. Weekends are empty and lifeless. In the lonely light at night, no one can talk. The only thing I can do is to call my family to relieve loneliness, or call my friends to talk about the recent situation and prove that I am not a lonely person.
The night is long and the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger. I am not sleepy at all. My thoughts will chase the bright sun in my hometown, and my tears will flow away quietly.
I am homesick.
The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here.
My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely.
I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. I used to sit on it when I was a child. The sun shines on my palm, as if everything is under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared. The feeling of being close to my hand is a beautiful illusion.
Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world.
At the end of each semester, it is the time I look forward to most.
Usually a week before the holiday, I can't resist my feelings.
This week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the joy of going home, not to mention reviewing my lessons.
This is also my most boring point. My mind always trumps my ambition. Every time I pick up a book and cram, that kind of joy comes back. Of course, my textbooks are also thrown aside to pack my bags, even though my bags have been collected many times ... In my hometown, I have been lying in bed facing the west for many nights, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, imagining that there is a smiling face hidden in every star, which makes people think.
In the second class this afternoon, our class held an activity meeting with the theme of "deep homesickness".
From: New Knowledge of History When the class was over, the representative of Chinese Department wrote five big characters on the blackboard-deep homesickness.
There are some balloons and a big red flower next to the word.
At the beginning of the activity, I saw the host walking on the podium at a brisk pace. They looked around the whole classroom, saluted everyone naturally and generously, and then got down to business and reported the names of the programs and performers.
First, the "ABC" group, and then * * * and * * * read poems together.
Then I thought of me, and my heart suddenly mentioned my throat.
I've never touched it secretly, ah! Fortunately, my heart is still there, but my heart beats several times faster than before.
I was about to go up, but I was afraid that I would forget the lyrics nervously after going up, so I took the lyrics book with me.
I sang Zhang Mingmin's Descendants of the Dragon.
Usually, I am always excited when I sing this song, and I sing it well, but as soon as I get on stage, I get stuck and feel that my singing is normal, but I get applause.
Next, Wu Endong of our class took a saxophone, drummed his cheeks and played a song "Homesickness" with a red face. The whole class was very excited. He played music and of course won warm applause.
The students asked him to play another one and play it again until he showed all his housekeeping skills.
At the end of the activity, the teacher asked the students who didn't perform to recite a poem "Hometown" collectively.
Ah! I really hope there will be such activities again.
How to write my hometown in memory, though far away, is beautiful?
On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects.
There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes.
Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear. In the sunshine square in my heart, new colors are interpreted and moving ... the sky in my hometown is blue, the exhaust pollution in the city is less, and there are few high-rise forests.
Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery.
Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment
The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity.
The winding river seems to surround the countryside.
In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them.
They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms.
I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite.
My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off.
I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him.
The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back.
I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.
The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful.
After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps.
Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face.
I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.
People in my hometown are very simple.
At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.
I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia. ...
Theme: Deep homesickness, composition: A beautiful place in my hometown 500 words My hometown is a mountain village surrounded by green mountains and trees.
Looking up, the blue sky is unusually bright, quiet and open, and I feel that my vision is broad and relaxed.
Seven-color rainbows appeared in the northwest sky, which made people feel happy against the blue sky and white clouds.
Then, I can't help but think of the poem "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing in the sky?"
A small house in my hometown-brick wall and tile roof.
Rows and rows of buildings, "crooked" dotted in this green mountains and green waters.
In the distance, the faint mountains are winding like a dragon; A flock of birds soar in the distant sky, floating in the blue sky like a poem; A small house is built in the canyon.
Poetry and painting are endless, and the pastoral charm is endless.
Not far away, in the vast rice fields, pieces of rice grains are golden and bent.
The jungle beside the field is lush and covered with soil.
Colorful small wildflowers dotted in the jungle, a gust of wind blowing, the wind mixed with the thick fragrance of small wildflowers, really intoxicating! The warm wind blows gently and the flowers smell fragrant, ah! Intoxicating hometown scenery.
Warm wind blowing on the face, full of nostalgia; Birds crow and swallows whisper, with a soft local accent.
The beautiful scenery reminds me of my hometown. ......
When the word homesickness is mentioned in 250 words, there will always be some overseas wanderers who have deep attachment to their hometown.
At the beginning of the class, there were many pairs of small hands in the classroom, which suddenly boiled up.
The innermost boy group brought us a story, which was very funny, but it didn't meet the requirements of this theme.
What I like best is the plum blossom soul performed by their group. They performed vividly and read clearly.
Shen is a lovely Yingying, while Wang Shusheng is a kind grandfather.
When Zhang Yan and Chen Yan were in the middle of reading, Wang Shucheng began to cry.
At this moment, we laughed.
However, a few "little actors" were not attracted by our laughter, but were still very involved.
This makes me admire them.
After the performance, the teacher and we gave them the most sincere gift, which was warm applause.
Followed by Dong's three ancient poems, in which Jiang was the messenger and Chen Yili was the poet.
Their performance was unexpected: delicious and funny.
Only the messenger smiled and performed.
"Ha, ha, ha" only heard my deskmate smile very special, and no one could learn how he laughed.
I especially like this course because it makes me laugh.
I hope that future classes and team classes can be as interesting as this.
Nature is our home. It teaches us how to live. Let us understand the meaning and true meaning of life.
One summer vacation, I stayed at my grandmother's house for a while.
One day, I took the bread my grandmother bought me and ate it with relish. I accidentally dropped the big bread on the ground.
After a while, I came back and found a little ant crawling out of the ant hole and circling around the bread as if to move it, but the bread was too big for it to move, so I went back to the ant hole.
I think, isn't that what everyone says about ant unity? I was going back to my grandmother's house when I found a large group of ants. I immediately understood that the little ant did not give up, but went to move reinforcements. I saw little ants bite, tear, tear, bite into small pieces and move back to the hole.
Slowly, there is only a little bread left. A group of big ants besieged the last piece of bread and carried it back to the hole.
I'm thinking that ants are so United, we should be more United! One day I want to do an experiment to prove whether ants are United.
I experimented with a group of ants and a drop of water. There is a piece of bread opposite the ant. The ant slowly approached the water drop, suddenly huddled up and rushed out of the water drop at a fast speed. Although some of them died, they still got food.
Ants are strong-willed, unscrupulous, United and friendly, and finally get food. What a precious spirit!
When I was very young, my parents went to work in the county town on the other side of the mountain and sent me to my grandmother's house on the other side of the mountain.
Spring in small villages is lovely and active. When the warmth of spring replaces the cold of winter, the soil in the field becomes extremely soft.
Grandma took my little hand and walked on the ridge, smelling the faint smell of earth. The feeling of melting in the power of nature was never felt in the city.
At this time, if the villagers pass by, they will hear a kind and gentle call: "Linlin, this is your hometown. You should take a good look. Don't forget when you go back to the city! " Yes, this is my hometown where I have lived for generations. At this moment, I am not only enjoying the gift of nature, but more importantly, I feel a deep homesickness in the embrace of my hometown.
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Write a composition of 150 words with a strong homesickness topic-remember a class activity "Wandering in the sky, eager for homesickness".
Today, our class held a theme class meeting called "Deep Homesickness".
The supporters were about to debut, but Deng Guiyang stole the show and recited a poem. Although he frowned, there was a smile in his eyes.
"When ..." The wonderful piano sound broke the teacher's silence. It turned out that Peng Aining was playing the guzheng. The sound is melodious and fascinating.
Finally, it was my turn. I opened my calligraphy work, and several beautiful and powerful Chinese characters caught everyone's eye, and the students all read in unison.
"I-love-witch-mountain!" These four words express my love for my hometown.
The program that students are most looking forward to is the wind music performance. Liu Helu walked onto the platform with musical instruments. Liu's baritone sack has a deep voice. Isaac, the outstanding tenor of Lu, has a high voice.
Two different styles of musical instruments are played together, and the sound is high and low, which is very beautiful! Finally, we adopted the game of "passing parcels", that is, one person beats the drum, and the whole class takes turns to pass flowers. When the drum stops, whoever has something to say will perform it. This game is very interesting.
At that time, the whole classroom was immersed in joy.
The fifth grade composition has a strong nostalgia, and the 400-word composition has a strong nostalgia. Today, in Chinese class, we held an activity.
This is called deep nostalgia.
The teacher wrote the words "deep homesickness" on the blackboard.
Xian Huantong is the protagonist-the host.
In the first group, one person took turns on stage to recite a homesick poem.
The second group reads poetry, and the third group reads Hometown.
Group four, that is, our group, was preparing backstage, and my heart was pounding. The team leader said to me, Wu Hengbo and Sun Hongjian, "I'll talk about the title and author later, and there is the first sentence, the second sentence of Wu Hengbo, the third sentence of Li Tianxin and the fourth sentence of Sun Hongjian. Finally, let's recite it again together. We must have feelings.
""well, ok, don't worry, team leader! " I readily replied.
It's our group's turn to go on stage. We lined up in front of the podium. The tour leader said, "When I was on holiday in the mountains, I thought of my brothers Tang and Wang Wei in Shandong.
Be a lonely stranger in a foreign land.
""I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
""You know where your brothers have climbed.
""one person is not as good as one.
"After the performance, the whole class broke into thunderous applause, and I smiled from ear to ear.
I hope that the wanderers who are far away now can go back to their hometown to see.
How to write a composition with a strong sense of nostalgia? I have seen such a sentence: "the place where my lips kiss is the place where I was born and raised;" The place where my steps hurt is where I miss them day and night.
"It describes the hometown.
Hometown is a place where many wanderers are entangled in dreams. No matter how far away they are, they will think about it and dream about him.
Ancient poets homesick for poetry, while modern people use technology.
The scenery, people and things in my hometown, even the world of mortals, have unique charm in the hearts of wanderers.
A person gives a love, part to his parents, part to his lover and children, and finally the biggest part to his hometown.
Maybe you still have some precious things, but your hometown will always get your affection. It is your inseparable place and your source.
Homesickness, though unpretentious, has a unique charm. Hometown is a wanderer's dreamland, the most suitable and comfortable cradle for wanderers, an indelible love and affection in people's hearts, and an unforgettable memory in people's hearts.
Township, if it is a river, people swim in that river; Township, if it is a forest, people are birds and beasts in the forest; Township, if the sky, people are the clouds and stars in the sky, and the sun and the moon are the heart of the countryside.
Homesickness is my true and strong local accent, a dialect without tone sandhi; Homesickness is a winding river on the mountain road, which irrigates my deep poetry about the dry side of the mountain.
Homesickness is my father's old straw hat and the winding path for my father to go back and forth to work; Homesickness is the call of the child printed by the mother in front of the old house, and it is a green vegetable in the vegetable garden.
What I miss is that Liu Bo took the hemp rope and the buffalo to the field; Homesickness is five aunts carrying long poles and carrying well water home.
Homesickness is a shining hoe in the corner, a golden ear immersed in the ground, and a fiery litchi hanging on a tree; Homesickness is a small village child who goes up and down the mountain, and it is the kind of effort to climb trees and dig eggs; Homesickness is the beautiful village girl by the well and the dimples that wash clothes with rice. I stand on the edge of autumn, imagining my hometown in the sunshine beyond the mountain.
The rice fields at the head of my hometown village are still full of autumn rhyme.
The villagers bent down in the field and kissed the golden ears of grain.
I stood on the edge of autumn, imagining the old tree that my children had climbed.
There are a group of birds in the tree, waiting for the old tree. The sound of birds permeates the trunk, and the old trunk is printed with my wish to stay, which is also my mother's wish. She wants me to have a good life.
I stood on the edge of autumn, imagining the villagers coming back from the fields.
In this way, they cultivated the land day by day.
In the year after year, the life between sunrise and sunset is interpreted.
Dawn is the starting line for them to leave early, and sunset is the finishing line for them to return late.
There is a voice that often rings in my ear.
That's the voice of the village daughter-in-law calling her son.
Whenever I listen to it, it takes my heart away, just like my mother told me to work far away from home.
There is a voice that often rings in my ear.
That's the sound of crops breaking ground.
Whenever I listen to it, I feel that the time is still the same, the mountains and rivers are still the same, the sea has changed, and Xia Chunqiu in winter.
There is a voice that often rings in my ear.
That's the sound of villagers grinding millet.
Every time I listen to it, I feel so heavy, crushing the vicissitudes of life and the sorrow of the world.
That voice is eternal.
It is not made of flowery words, but simply like an old straw hat, mixed with the smell of earth, the art of cultivators and the immortality of food! That voice is eternal.
Its wealth is the surging harvest season, which touched you, me and him.
There are two kinds of things growing in the soil: one is crops and the other is folk.
Villagers love this crop, they * * * live together, breathe together, and * * * fate together.
They will feel safe when they are barefoot; Only by cultivating them yourself will you feel kind.
When the heavy rain soaks them, the villagers will promptly divert the accumulated water; When the drought hits them, the villagers will immediately introduce manna.
Love crops like your own children.
The standing millet is covered with bitter gourd vines; A stout banana tree, a flowering litchi tree.
Roots are deeply rooted in the broad mind like soil and grow in the sweat of crops.
I remember that the crops all over the mountain still hold their heads high after the storm, as stubborn as my obsessed cultivator; I remember that the crops all over the mountain produced five grains and put them in the granary. The grains shone with the light of the cultivators.
I'm thinking: without crops, there would be no my poems, and there would be no me.
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