What remains unchanged for 60 years is a faint homesickness, and what I have been obsessed with for many years is the desire to go home.

Come back, with the wanderer's desire to go home.

When I went back, I took away the yearning loess and homesickness that belonged to my mother.

Miss, from the miss rooted in this land, from the inner desire.

Love, beyond the nation, across the river, love, that piece of loess, a homesickness.

Some people say that this is an unchanging idea. Unexplained sadness

Some people say that it is a constant feeling, and the expectation has returned to my heart.

Homesickness is rain, homesickness is sorrow, missing comes from hometown, missing comes from homesickness.

Only when you love deeply can you understand that missing is a knife, but even a sharp knife can cut your homesickness.

People who leave home deeply miss their homeland and their feelings, and all their thoughts come from their hearts.

Wanderers always have yearning for their homeland and faint homesickness.

homesickness

One is marked on the mountain and the other is marked on the water. A faint crescent moon, like a person. The breeze does not dust.

Flowers lock the door, trees lock the door. Watching the moon return home, lovesickness breaks the soul.

The moon will sink and the night will be deep. The sky is clear at night, and I haven't had a jade piano for a long time.

Sleep in a cold bed, sit on a cold bed. Cold wine is poured into a lonely cup, and I suddenly miss you.

Crystal roller shutter, crystal hanging curtain. Outside the curtain, bloom's flowers fall, and his face is covered with double eaves.

Rain is cheap, dreams are cheap. A little worried, bow your head and cry.

The moon is hazy and the tears are hazy. Lonely Leng Jiang, Lonely East. How much does Chunshan weigh?

Hate Dongfeng, and Dongfeng. Blow away all the east wind and flowers. A sad dream.

People lean on the building, and the moon leans on the building. People are like cold chrysanthemums. Acacia is another autumn.

Flowers also rest, and water also rests. Like flowers, like water. How much sadness there is here.

Xin Chongqing Zan

Huangjueya, an ancient road on the south bank,

Jiangbei New Village flashes China;

Ciqikou, Shaping Old Street,

Yuzhong expands the production of large melons;

Light rail high-speed traffic line,

Firewood and silver flowers;

Bridges are like rainbow cities,

Business is booming and praised by customers.

Nostalgia is strong, homesickness is strong!

It's almost the Dragon Boat Festival, which reminds me of Brown in my hometown. People, somehow, think more as they get older. When they think of this, they will think of some past events and some lovely people. Is this called "nostalgia"? I don't know, I only know that the sincerity and longing I once had have now turned into broken gold, scattered on the ocean of memories, stirring up ripples in the past and jumping with notes of missing.

Who has no hometown? Who doesn't have a childhood? Childhood in my hometown, my hometown of childhood, everything, is so familiar and so far away. Everything, although far away from me, but in my dream, how many times, how many times, I dreamed of my hometown landscape, my hometown cattle and sheep and my hometown relatives.

Once upon a time, on the big banyan tree in front of my hometown, there was a bell-like immature laughter. At that moment, the old banyan tree seemed lonely, suddenly rejuvenated, naughtily sprinkled a few butterfly-like leaves, danced in the air, and chased each other with the charming figure when I was a child. At this time, the old man under the banyan tree always fanned the sunflower fan, laughing and carefree, quite a bit like a Confucian, and now he seems to be decades younger. Sometimes, naughty I will hide behind the old man so that my companions can't find me. After waiting for a long time, when my companions are impatient, the old man always pats my little ass with his "weapon". At this time, I will run out like a set, and there are bursts of slapstick chasing under the tree. ...

Once upon a time, I traveled all over the back mountain of my hometown, and the flowers and trees in the back mountain had already made friends with me. Whenever I come, they will gently wave to me, gently wave and welcome me with the clouds on the horizon. At the moment, the mountain breeze and the choking spring water seem to tell me their touching stories, and it seems that bagpipers and guzheng players are playing and playing a song of life. The song fills the air, sometimes accompanied by a few orioles, and the long silence of the mountains inspires people's notes. At that moment, it was an eternal silence, which echoed in my uneasy heart for a long time.

Once upon a time, the river in my hometown was so gentle and affectionate, just like a loving mother, caring for and raising relatives in my hometown. Now that I think about it, the river in my hometown was so pure and flawless, so full of amorous feelings. For me, among the mountains and rivers in my hometown, I like the river in my hometown best. I dreamed of returning to the river in my hometown more than once. I dreamed that I jumped into the river in my hometown. Under your feet, the soft sand is very light; Outside the calf, play with clear water. That subtle feeling can't be expressed in words. I only know that there was a little coolness at that time, which penetrated into my heart, and my heart was full of coolness, comfort and beauty! Sometimes, I will chase the fish and shrimp in the river. I just know what "real happiness" is! In the warm words of the river, in the deep embrace of the river, at that moment, I know, I know, my life is destined to have an indissoluble bond with the river in my hometown.

Once upon a time, I stood on the road in front of my hometown, staring blankly at the rugged road ahead, stupefied: where does this road lead, and what is the other end of the road? Now I can't help laughing when I think about it, laughing like a fool in those days, but soon it will be replaced by an excitement, a state of mind and an ignorant mood, rising, flying and drifting away until it disappears. ...

Once upon a time, I dreamed of returning to my hometown and missing it. ...

"Being in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every festive season." The Dragon Boat Festival is almost over, and I can't help but think of Zongzi in my hometown. A few years ago, during the Dragon Boat Festival, I went back to my hometown once. That time, I saw my relatives in my hometown again. Their kindness and kindness are still beautiful and moving in my eyes, but there are a few wrinkles on their faces. We only talked about some family chores, but we all had a good time. Chatting and chatting, we all feel sorry for the changes in our hometown and the changes of the years. It's really time not to leave anyone behind. I stayed in my hometown for one night. That night, I slept soundly, as if I had slept the sweetest in my life. You have to ask me: Why? I can only tell you honestly: I don't know! He left the next day. My relatives gave me zongzi when I left. There were too many, so I only took two pairs to go. I took two pairs of zongzi that time? Affectionate, leisurely my heart, how to make it clear in a few words? Even if I have to talk for three days and nights, I can't finish!

Nostalgia is strong, homesickness is strong!

I really want to go back to my hometown and see the mountains and rivers, old banyan trees and paths in my hometown. ...

The scenery of my hometown

Speaking of my hometown Guanlin, although it is not a famous town, there are also charming scenery there.

My hometown in spring is covered with colorful clothes. Look! The branches have slightly exposed some cyan, and a string of azaleas are colorful. There began to be chirping birds outside the window. It's birds singing the songs of spring! After a period of rain, everything in my hometown is brilliant and beautiful. Under the sunshine, the streams in my hometown are clearer, with blue waves and golden light. My hometown in spring is full of vitality.

In summer, my hometown is covered with lush summer clothes. In the morning, bees are busy collecting honey. In the afternoon, cicada singing in the trees. At night, crickets sing in the grass. There is a pond in my hometown. Lotus flowers are in full bloom and dragonflies are flying all over the sky. It's really "Xiao He only shows its sharp horns, and dragonflies stand on its head". The children in my hometown have a good time in the lotus pond: swimming, fishing, shrimp catching and picking.

In autumn, my hometown is covered with a golden red solemn evening dress. In the fields of my hometown, there are golden red fruits everywhere. The leaves on both sides of the street rustled. Autumn in my hometown is a mature season, a harvest season, a full season and a sowing season.

In winter, my hometown changed into a simple white robe. There is snow everywhere in the streets of my hometown, and there is ice on the telephone poles. It's snowing, falling like catkins and reeds. It's beautiful. The snow stopped, and there was a layer of snow everywhere on the roof, fence and wooden shed of the village. This is really a beautiful snow scene.

My hometown has different characteristics all year round. Although there are not many beautiful scenery in my hometown, in my eyes, the scenery in my hometown is always the most beautiful!

Bloom, Hualuo. We have experienced too many storms and vicissitudes.

Missing is a five-flavor bottle, which contains all the flavors we can and cannot say. The record of life is turning endlessly, and the iron pen of fate has carved traces of years on it. When fate slips in a similar position again, the feeling of missing will ripple quietly in my heart.

A wanderer who has been running around all the year round, hurried to the post office. The dusty trench coat and the trouser legs fluttering in the wind constitute a harmonious picture. In the background of this painting, there is a heavy snow. "Is there any letter for me?" He said, "I'm here to get the letter." "Yes!" When he opened the letter, a warm current swept over him. At that moment, he didn't care about the tears in his eyes and let them boil in his eyes. There are only nine words on the letter: it's cold, put on more clothes!

Missing is a sweet feeling.

It is also a freezing winter, and it is already midnight 12. He, an ordinary college student, sealed the envelope with his own kisses and tears. Then, he picked up the pen, thought about it, and left a long mark on the envelope with flowing ink. That's his hometown. Warm Jiangnan, a paradise of fog and water. He lay tired in bed and shrank into the quilt. Tears flowed silently in the corner of his eyes.

Missing is a sour feeling.

Sitting at the table, he is over thirty years old, with a successful career, his own home and his own world. "Sir, your baked rice cake is ready." A waiter said. He laboriously picked up chopsticks and gently put the rice cake into his mouth. Pain. He wondered when the favorite rice cake in his hometown became bitter. It's so bitter that I want to vomit. He sighed, stood up and left, infinitely disappointed and lost.

Missing is a bitter feeling.

"Don't lean on the fence alone, it's boundless, it's hard to see easily, the water has gone, and heaven and earth are also there."

Li Yu's poems can best express the homesickness of the wanderer, but what kind of feeling is his missing? Maybe it's bitter After all, the feeling of leaving home is unpleasant.

Missing has thousands of flavors, depending on how you face it.

Miss, forever five-flavor bottle.

I returned to my hometown after 20 years.

Twenty years later, I took my friends to my hometown by plane. The water in my hometown has become crystal clear, the roads have become spacious and the cars coming and going are beautiful. There are tall buildings everywhere in my hometown, and my grandmother lives in a house on the 10 floor.

Every family in my hometown has some advanced furniture and home appliances, such as computers and televisions.

As soon as I got back to my grandmother's house, she poured each of us a cup of tea and took some snacks. We ate with relish while chatting. Grandma smiled happily when she saw that we ate with relish. After eating snacks, I asked her to go outside and see the scenery in her hometown.

As soon as we came out, we had fresh air. The roads in my hometown are covered with flowers and trees. The environment in my hometown has changed a lot. People in my hometown used to throw rubbish into the river. The water in the river stinks, but now there are small fish swimming everywhere. The water in the river is crystal clear, and there are many beautiful scenery in my hometown, such as waterfalls and mountains.

After seeing the scenery in my hometown, we said goodbye to grandma and reluctantly went back.

1 Great changes in hometown

My hometown is Shang Peng, a lovely mountain village. The green hills around it are tall and straight, the mountains are covered with green trees and red flowers, a crystal clear river flows slowly, and a street surrounds the mountainside, which looks dignified and beautiful.

In the past, people in my hometown were poor and lived in shabby thatched cottages. The tiles on them are good and bad. When it rains, the rain seems to want to join in the fun. The room was full of raindrops, so everyone had to move furniture overnight. At that time, the school was a dangerous building with civil structure, mottled earth walls and no glass. In winter, the howling cold wind is biting; In spring, raindrops fall from the hole in the broken tile, and the sound of "ticking" and the sound of reading constitute a disharmonious tune.

Since the reform and opening up, the village has also been full of infinite youth. Boarding the newly-built building and looking around, the whole village is like a beautiful picture scroll: a wide and flat cement road passes through a small mountain forest like a gray belt. The roadside is shaded by trees, and the buildings are like bamboos rising in spring, orderly. Shop after shop, neat and beautiful, people come here to shop.

Looking at the southeast, the people in my hometown are making great efforts for the economic take-off of my hometown with hard hands. On the mountains in the northwest, dense forests are like green barriers, one after another, continuous. At the foot of the mountain are terraced fields and golden rice. The breeze is blowing on the face, and the fragrance is fragrant, which makes people linger.

People in their hometown are working hard to revitalize their hometown and build the motherland. Ah! Hometown, you have changed, you have become so rich and so beautiful. I will definitely study harder and dress you up more grandly in the future.

Great changes in my hometown

My hometown is on the Loess Plateau south of Weihe River. According to my father, my hometown used to be poor. The village is full of rotten earth walls and broken tile houses. The room is dark and damp, and the place is very small. Some houses are made of asbestos shingles, linoleum and straw. The ground in the house is all loess. After a long time, people use brooms to sweep out large and small pits. On rainy days, the yard and village roads are covered with mud. When you walk down, your shoes will get stuck in it and never come out. People can't afford to burn coal when cooking. Cotton stalks, corn stalks and rotten leaves are burned most of the year. The drinking well is dozens of feet deep, and there are many thick hemp ropes used to draw water. People with little strength can't lift it. In case of drought, there is no water in the well, so people have to go to the distant reservoir to pull water. Sometimes when it rains, people cook in the rain. On rainy days, the house often leaks rain, and winter can't stop the wind. One winter, my father led my sister back to her hometown. Although grandma burned the heatable adobe sleeping platform very hot, the biting cold wind blew in from the four walls, making their ears numb and they had to bury their heads under the covers. The bad air in the bed caused them not to sleep well all night.

It's great now. Great changes have taken place in my hometown in the past ten years. The original straw house and earthen tile house have become two-story buildings, and the walls are made of red bricks. The roads inside and outside the house and in the village are all hardened with cement, and some houses are covered with bright big floor tiles. The house is spacious, the living room is big, and there are kitchens and bathrooms. Adults and children have their own rooms. Boil water for cooking without burning corn stalks. As long as you make a phone call, the coal delivery person will deliver the coal to your door. Every household has running water, so it is no longer necessary to cook and wash your face with that yellow mud water. People also have money, and every household is a professional household. Orchards, vegetable gardens and greenhouse vegetables have an annual income of nearly 10,000 yuan. Many families have installed telephones, used rice cookers, refrigerators, washing machines, and some even bought big sofas and slept on Simmons beds. Every household has bought a big color TV, which can receive more than a dozen channels! People no longer have to drive more than ten miles to see movies at night, and no longer have to go to other people's homes to watch TV in the middle of the night!

Ah! My hometown has changed so much! Of course, I love my family. Idea: Are you from Hebei? There is a poem in the primary school ideological and moral book.