1. When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the plane tree are yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing so leisurely, just like the flute sound in Qingyuan, my hometown. Also like Li Houzhu's "hate is like grass, and it will live further and further".

2. The memory of my hometown is gradually lost in my mind because of the gentle breeze of time. In my memory, only my mother's talking eyes are left. It's just that this kind of yearning, deep in my heart, won't be forgotten slowly because I'm far away. I can't forget it, I can't forget it. I am a wandering kite, no matter how far I fly or how high I fly, that thread, that thread, the tenacious thread and the warm thread, which maintain my hometown and family ties, is held in my mother's hand and in my hometown's hand.

3. Hometown, how many nights I lay in bed facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking of growing up in my hometown, thinking that there is a smiling face hidden on every star, which makes people want to wear it and want to pick it up.

4. the "homesickness station", the homesickness station for overseas travelers! Standing on this shore and looking at the other shore, standing on the other side and looking at this side, all of them are homesick and inseparable homes!

5. Hold the railing and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the waves rushing down the mountain and the verdant mountains in the distance. However, in front of us, there is a familiar image of the two-story building in a foreign country. Think of the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Zao's "Journey to the North": "The guest house has been in the state for ten frost, and I miss Xianyang day and night. There is no reason to cross the mulberry dry water, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. " Do I, like Liu Zao, have become a "hometown" in a foreign country in ten years without knowing it?

6. A heavy rain has wet all my memories, and homesickness is like a garden full of leeks. Long cut; Cut it long. Everything in my hometown flashes in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming.