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. I once indulged in the frustration of life. However, the unchanging posture of the mountains and rivers, the simple family and the hometown faded into a song without words and a poem without rhyme.
4. The distant hometown becomes a memory, vivid, vague and speechless; Distant mother is like a painting, quiet and clear, like in front of my eyes, my heart can feel her shallow breath; When my mother is in my hometown, my hometown becomes a poem held in my mother's hand. My mother is the most beautiful scenery in my hometown with her affectionate eyes.
5. 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.
6. Hold the railing and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the surging waves of the great river at the foot of 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 seven wonders of the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Zao <: Travel to the north > : "It's been ten frosts in Bingzhou, 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?
7. It is drizzling outside the window; The wind is knocking on my window lattice again tonight, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, which expands for no reason. My dream, which has drifted for many days, vaguely climbed the winding path in the village.
8. 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!
9. When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the sky, when the leaves on the buttonwood 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".
1. 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.
11. Close your eyes and fall asleep. In the dreamland, in the home, there is no noise, no disputes, only peace, and there is an indelible shadow, the shadow of the sail, that is the call of the true feelings, go home, it's as simple as that.
12. Homesickness is a cup of tea, which is a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don't want to say homesickness as wine, because homesickness is not as strong as wine. Homesickness can only be a wisp of fragrance in the dark night without people, which will dissolve us away from the noisy world bit by bit. Homesickness is tea, always with a little sweetness in bitterness; Homesickness is tea, but it won't fade away.
13. In that wisp of homesickness, time took me far away. In my memory, that little girl, her carefree happiness and youth, became gradually approaching and drifting away. Carved a nostalgic look, let me collect it forever.
14. I once indulged in the frustration of life. However, the unchanging posture of the mountains and rivers, the simple family and the hometown faded into a song without words and a poem without rhyme.
15. This city is bustling and empty, and it is full of vain happiness, while I am desolate everywhere, looking for strange familiarity. When your hand reached out, the pain and weakness I endured were layered. You said it was time to go home. Although it is prosperous and noisy, it never belongs to us. The local accent curled up, tearing tears from my eyes.
16. In that deep homesickness, it seems that there are still parents' exhortations, as if there are parents' concerns, as if there are their hard-working figures. It is always in my heart, and it walks in a hurry in the long river of time. Before I remember its benefits, it escaped from my eyes, making me want to complain. When I want to turn around and look at it carefully again, I can't find the familiar call, kind parents, girls and youth, only the passage of time and vicissitudes collide in my heart.
17. 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.
18. The direction of hometown is the most beautiful gaze in the depths of memory. When I am integrated into that homeland, too many emotions are revealed, too many scenes are reproduced, too much sadness is pervasive, and too much joy is wandering. When I had to get up and say goodbye again, I unloaded my tiredness for many years and entrusted myself with my full dreams and expectations in my homeland.
19. Homesickness is even more a memory. Memory is unpredictable, and homesickness is not enough. Wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, the hometown in memory will never change. We will tell every detail accurately, but when we return to our hometown, we find that great changes have taken place. We would rather see a village in memory than be ruthlessly tampered with by time. But when we left disappointed, homesickness began to accumulate and ferment again, so we tried to touch the knocker of our hometown in our memory.
2. On a dock full of ships, a green island is sleeping soundly. The street lamps trembled silently in the dark. The last bus left the station, and the people who returned at night walked quietly through the country road.
21. My homesickness! The mountains floating in my hometown are like the clouds of the past. My homesickness! It pervades the sky, but it torments my heart. My homesickness! It's a sad sigh after I wake up from my dream. My homesickness! It's a slightly blue smoke in the white curl. My homesickness! It is the bitter taste in my heart. My homesickness! It is an eternal pain in my heart. I have always wondered whether leaving my hometown is a doomed mistake.
22. There was a heart that was once simple and sunny, with a faint blue color. There is a pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe when we grow up, everything has changed. If we see more clutch, our hearts will be wrapped as hard as iron. However, in the dark, silent, inch by inch, peeling off are missing bodies.