1. When a young boy leaves home and his boss comes back, his local accent remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown·One"

2. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

3. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and their hearts are filled with ice in a jade pot. ——Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower"

4. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty pass, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Two Poems from the Fortress"

5. The war has been going on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. —— Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

6. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. ——Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"

7. When singing in the daytime, you must indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home. ——Du Fu "Hearing that the Army Takes Henan and Hebei"

8. My hometown is far away tonight, and I will have another year of frost on my temples. —— Gao Shi's "Great Night Works"

9. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. —— Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"

10. On the day when Yipo returns, look at the spiritual flag in the sky. ——Xia Wanchun's "Farewell to the Clouds"

11. People walking outside the wall, the beautiful lady smiling inside the wall. ——Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers·Spring Scene"

12. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I want to write a book full of ideas. ——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"

13. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown, and I dare not ask the visitor. ——Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River"

14. Nostalgic and nostalgic, I sing the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a bad person. ——Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

15. A glass of turbid wine can bring a family thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"

16. The horse is flying fast, and the bow is as frightened as a thunderbolt. ——Xin Qiji's "Broken Array·Composing a poem to Chen Tongfu as a message"

17. In front of the beautiful window the next day, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed. ——Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems"

18. Birds miss the old forest, and fish in the pond miss the old abyss. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"

19. Where can I get the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

20. When you look at the bright moon, you should shed tears, and your hometown will be in the same place for one night. ——Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon and Feelings"

21. The dream comes at night and suddenly returns home. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"

22. The book is as affectionate as an old friend, and the joys and sorrows of the morning and dusk are like each other. ——Yu Qian's "Guanshu"

23. The sound of the book outside the mountain is broken, and the spring comes back after winter. —— Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River"

24. The wind blows across Yumen Pass with tens of thousands of miles. ——Li Bai's "Moon over the Mountain"

25. The year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away. ——Dai Shulun's "Stone Station on a Big Night"

26. We look at each other without knowing each other, and we sing and pick flowers. ——Wang Ji's "Ambition"

27. When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng's "Every Day I Think of Returning"

28. The spring in Luoyang is beautiful, and the talented people in Luoyang are old in a foreign country. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man·Beautiful Spring in Luoyang City"

29. People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but you can't see home even if you look to the end of the world. ——Li Gou's "Homesickness"

30. Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires breaking your heart. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man·Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"

31. The long sky and vast sky are full of hometown feelings. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Night Walk on the Xijiang River"

32. Infinite rivers and mountains of tears, who said the world is broad! It is known that the road to the spring is close, and it is difficult to leave my hometown. —— Xia Wanchun's "Farewell to the Clouds"

33. Swings inside the wall and ways outside the wall. ——Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers·Spring Scenery"

35. After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew without their companions. ——He Zhu's "Half-Dead Tong·Everything is wrong after crossing Changmen"

36. When you come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. ——Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems·Part 2"

37. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the hometown dreams are shattered.

——Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain"

38. Still pity the water of my hometown, I see off the boat thousands of miles away. —— Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"

39. The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-three years. ——Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"

40. Draw pictures to understand the spring breeze, and wear a ring in the sky to return to the soul of the moon at night. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics·Part 3"

41. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and recently I have been busy with people. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"

42. Where does the Jun family live? I live in Hengtang. ——Cui Hao's "Changqianxing·Where does Jun's family live"

43. I miss my hometown so much that I can't help but send it somewhere else? ——Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing"

44. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"

45. Fallen leaves of foreign trees, people alone at night under cold lights. —— Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence on Bashang"

46. When will the home in the dream arrive? How many people will return to the river when spring comes? Outside the floating clouds in Kawahara, the palace palaces are scattered and illuminated. —— Lu Lun's "Spring Hope in Chang'an"

47. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and all the people are looking for their hometowns overnight. ——Li Yi's "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night"

48. Starting in the morning to recruit priests, travelers mourn their hometown. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"

49. The bright moon in Huainan is cold and the mountains are cold, and no one cares about me when I return. ——Jiang Kui's "Traveling on Shasha·Coming from Miandong"

50. Jiang Han misses returning guests, and there is only one corrupt scholar in the world. ——Du Fu's "Jianghan"

51. The spring breeze blows the dream of hometown all night, and then chases the spring breeze to Luocheng. ——Wu Yuanheng's "Spring"

52. Where is the hometown, it's time to think about it. ——Wei Yingwu's "Wearing Wild Geese"

53. I sigh at the traces of the past years, why is it so hard to stay? Thinking of a beautiful woman, I look up at the building. I missed it a few times and returned to the boat after seeing the sky. ——Liu Yong's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou · To the Xiaoxiao Evening Rain Sprinkling the River Sky"

54. I can't bear to climb high and face the distance, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it's hard to remember when I return. ——Liu Yong's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·To the Xiaoxiao Evening Rain Sprinkling the River Sky"

55. If you were transformed into a thousand billions of people, you would go to the top of the mountain to look at your hometown. ——Liu Zongyuan "Looking at the mountains with Master Haochu and sending relatives and friends to Beijing"

56. The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are full of loneliness. —— Du Fu's "Night in the Pavilion"

57. Only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"

58. This spring has passed by again, and when will it be the year of return? ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains" Beautiful verses describing homesickness

1. Don't worry about having no friends in the future. No one in the world knows you.

2. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water.

3. After a long journey back to Qingye, people’s words are gradually unknown, and I return home with sadness.

4. I am afraid of the pain of separation, so I have to stop talking about many things.

5. People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world. I already hate that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.

6. When a young boy leaves home and his boss comes back, his local accent remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from.

7. I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.

8. The leaves of the wood are rustling and the air of autumn is fresh, and the sound of the river is even more dust-free. Who can know each other throughout his life, only Jin Jiao is an old friend.

9. I can’t sleep alone in the cold light of the hotel, so why do the guests feel sad? Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away. Another year of frost on my hair will come tomorrow.

10. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

11. The sound of the book outside the mountains ends, and the winter returns to spring. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone.

12. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

13. There are close friends in the sea, and they are as close to each other as far as the end of the world.

14. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

15. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

16. Looking at Qizhou in the distance, nine smokes are lit, and wine is poured into a glass of sea water.

17. Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang.

18. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

19. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me.

20. All things in the world have endured the sorrow of spring, and now they cry to the sky. Forty million people burst into tears, wondering where China is in the world.

21. The scenery is strange when autumn comes in Saixia. The geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention, and the sounds are heard from all directions. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.

22. Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad.

23. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers. A talk about the space of poems expressing homesickness

A talk about the space of poems expressing homesickness

1. The flowing light easily throws people away, red cherries and green bananas. ——Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"

2. "The lotuses are blooming in the wind, the flowers are falling in the pavilion, and I am a stranger in a foreign land. At first, I once fell in love with the prosperous Kyoto, but now I am dreaming in a remote and remote place"

3. "I have been away from my hometown for too long... I feel homesick... Can this be considered a whim... So close and so far away... I am at a loss, my memories are faint and weak, but they are disconnected..."

4. Far away in a foreign land , where are you? Qingchuan is a distant place, and the grass is luxuriant in the distance.

5. I know that you are the only one who treats me best in this world. In a foreign land, although I am accompanied by friends, it is far less important than your greetings. One phone call is enough to bring tears to my eyes. Dad will always be Dad, no matter how you betrayed me in the past. Mom is always mom, no matter how strict you were in the past.

6. The Jingshui passes away like this, leaving a solitary shadow accompanying the ancient plateau. The wild geese came and hid in the reeds, and they got drunk when they saw this. It doesn't matter whether it's Shan or Shaanxi, it doesn't matter whether it's west or east. Life must pass by in a moment, don't be trapped in barriers.

7. Based on my short life experience: the water people drink contains their feelings for that place, and the water in my hometown is always the sweetest.

8. When I got on the train to Inner Mongolia to start my high school career, I knew that I would never see spring and autumn in my hometown and only see winter and summer.

9. My journey is like a compass with home as its fulcrum, always drawing a circle. No matter how far my feet run, my heart always revolves around my hometown.

10. Once you go, you will experience vicissitudes of life. People who have lost their hometown should not go back to their hometown. If there is still love in your heart and tears in your eyes, then your hometown will not just be a place in a geography book. noun. ——Sanmao "How Many Flowers Have Fallen in a Dream"

11. When I am alone, I miss my hometown a little.

12. "Home" Which place is my destination under the brilliant neon lights? Wandering on the edge of the city, I am tired of the lonely wandering. I think, when I go home, the people who come and go in a foreign land are all guests. How I wish I could find my shadow among them, a wanderer who can go home. Suddenly, I think I regret it. Without the nostalgia of home, we are all rootless floats, beaten by wind and rain, but can never find the way home. Memory The unchanging warmth in my heart made me cry. I tried to raise my head and let the tears that belonged to me stay in my eyes. I stumbled away from home in the first half of my life. No matter how many glorious years I tried my best to go home in the second half of my life, it can never compare. There is still one night at home, we who were once childish, my parents who have never grown old, I want to go home.

13. Cishan culture is far away and Fuyang River is long. Famous for three thousand years, Handan is its hometown. *The word "Handan" has been used as a place name for three thousand years and has not been changed. It is a special case of Chinese place name culture. (Baidu Encyclopedia)

14. For my hometown, only when I leave can I truly feel my attachment to her. When you pack your luggage and get ready to go, when you sit in the car and watch the scenery pass by quickly, you are just accumulating and suppressing. When you drag your big and small bags, step out of the car door and step onto the land of your hometown, looking at the scenery that was once so familiar, the feeling of homesickness bursts out at that moment. This is not expressed in the form of intimate embraces and passionate kisses between lovers. You just feel that the blood all over your body is flowing faster. My heartbeat is also a little out of whack.

15. Last night there was a gentle breeze and drizzle, and I fell into a deep sleep for a moment. Siblings are happy to meet each other in the high hall, and they talk about homely matters on the kangtang. The hanging shadow is thousands of miles away and it hurts. Nan Ke is unwilling to wake up from his dream.

All kinds of people in the world have their own relatives. How can you be a stranger in a foreign land?

16. The night slowly falls, the loneliness is noisy and messy in the endless night, just like the broken pieces of moonlight scattered all over the place, the sadness

17. The wind blows the wooden leaves all day long, As far as the eye can see, there is a foot of snow in the Tianshan Mountains. Ding Ling is still worried about going away, but it is still sad to say goodbye in the guest house. If a Taoist guest is worried and is easy to stop, except for the beauty, he will not stop in the spring. A piece of hometown letter and folded in tears, the red lady is surrounded by the moon that night. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

18. "Su Muzhe" The sky is about to burn, and the earth will be crispy. In the scorching summer, it's like frying fish on the bed. Outside the window, the ice wheel is covered with water, and the summer weather has dropped slightly. I recall the stream of my childhood. On the Orchid Festival, I am playing the flute, thousands of miles away from home, hoping to return home as scheduled. Talking about laughing fish carrying green lotus pond. Sit back on the wicker chair and enjoy the beauty of your family.

19. I haven’t returned to my hometown for many years, but I want to return home to see my children. When my children saw me, they asked, "Who is the strange uncle?" A gift to all the migrant parents in the world

20. The cold invades people’s hearts, and hundreds of books eat their brains. Before leaving, I put on my mother's clothes, which were already worn out. When is the time to return, but when the wind blows from Mount Yao.

21. Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts each leaf. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. May the fisherman and the man remember each other? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood" Sentences about homesickness

1. Give the long-brewing longing to the autumn wind, let the bright moon perform the melody of lovesickness, and let the heart of longing for reunion fly to the The sky, under the mottled night sky in a foreign land, reminds me of my hometown again.

2. Nostalgia is a cup of tea. This is a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don’t want to call homesickness wine, because homesickness is not as strong as wine. Homesickness can only be a wisp of fragrance in a deserted dark night, dissolving us bit by bit away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Nostalgia is like tea, which always carries a little sweetness in its bitterness; nostalgia is like tea, but it never gets stronger or weaker.

3. Time flies so fast that it’s already the Dragon Boat Festival. I remember that in my hometown, every fifth day of May, early that morning, my mother would go to the field in front of the house, cut a large bundle of wild mugwort, and insert it into the field. On both sides of the gate. It is also a custom to say that it can ward off evil spirits.

4. The mountains are long and the water is long. The little bit of love cannot be blown away along the way, and the lovesickness can't be separated. I can only send a lovesick heart to the bright moon, just as the bright moon sends thousands of miles. I miss you, I hope you will live forever and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

5. During the festive season, I always feel that something is missing. Is this a custom? Or did you remember it? Now that I think about it, these are all in short supply. What is missing even more is the deceased relative, my dearest grandma. It has been more than two years, and it still feels like a dream and refuses to wake up.

6. The direction of hometown is the most beautiful gaze deep in memory. When I integrate into that homeland, too many emotions are revealed, too many scenes are reproduced, too much sadness permeates the air, and too much joy wanders around. When I had to stand up and say goodbye again, I was relieved of many years of fatigue in my spiritual homeland, and carried my full dreams and expectations.

7. I was born there, grew up there, but now I am in a foreign country, looking westward in ecstasy.

8. There was a time when my mind was simple and clear, with a touch of blue. There is a period of pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe when we grow up, everything has changed. If we see too many clutches, our hearts will be wrapped as hard as iron. But, in the darkness, quietly, inch by inch, the body of missing is peeling off.

9. When I grow up, I leave home and go to other places. There will no longer be an opportunity to pick mugwort during the Dragon Boat Festival. Not only did my grandma not recover from her illness, but she also left me forever. Since then, the plant called mugwort has been as useless to me as a weed.

10. Don’t say that the road to the countryside is long, no matter how long it is, it can’t be as long as my thoughts; don’t say that the world is far away, no matter how far it is, it can’t be far away from my eyes; don’t say that the sky is high, no matter how high it is, it can’t be as high as my eyes. Imagine. Hometown, you are the eternal root in people’s hearts.

11. Hometown is a fragment of Youzi’s childhood memory. The more Youzi thinks about it, the less he can process the clues, and it becomes increasingly impossible to edit a complete picture.

12. Nostalgia is also a local accent. Sometimes it is buried underground in our daily lives, but it keeps fermenting. So when we speak smooth Mandarin, a dialect will accidentally pop up, so we will We are so sensitive to familiar sounds that suddenly ring out among thousands of accents that we easily switch skillfully between two different languages. The local accent is always the mark of which land we belong to.

13. Close your eyes and fall asleep. In dreams, in homes, there is no hustle and bustle, no disputes, only peace, and a lingering shadow, the shadow of the sail, that is the sail, that is the call of true love, go home, it's that simple.

14. Our hometown retains our childhood, or youth and adulthood, and it becomes a part of our life and ourselves. It is not a commodity, not a place to travel, not a round-trip ticket or weekend entertainment program that can be sold to any customer at a certain price. My hometown has more things than any tourist attraction: your blood, tears, and sweat, how can I not remember the people in my hometown, the things in my hometown, and the bridges in my hometown?

15. It has been more than ten years since I left my hometown. Every time I feel homesick during the holidays, there is always an unforgettable memory surrounding my heart.

16. Missing my hometown actually means missing my childhood friends in my hometown, missing that old house, and missing that piece of land. However, what Wanderer misses most is his old parents.

17. Some things pass by and leave traces, becoming years and memories. Although there is a little pain, it falls dullly in my heart, and I will occasionally ignore it, but I will never forget it. There are some emotions, like the simple thoughts of a young man, or the longing after a catastrophe, which will reveal a faint blue.

18. There is a beautiful place, which is the paradise on earth that lives in my heart. The mountains, water and people there are even more beautiful. And I have already lost my soul in a small village surrounded by mountains and rivers. During the festive season, I miss my hometown even more. I miss every grass and flower, every tree, every brick.

19. I stood in the distance and looked at my hometown, with bitter tears in my eyes. The homesickness was still so long. How could I not want to go back to the years and times I had? Although time has changed its signs, I still read it, think about it, and cannot forget it.

20. Today, the green mountains of my hometown remain the same, and the green water flows. The smoke from my hometown has taken off its brocade veil, and is getting farther and farther away from me. It is difficult for me to see the rising smoke again. However, no matter where I go, deep in my memory, the smoke from my hometown is unforgettable and makes me nostalgic forever.

21. I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful memory; I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful childhood; I am very happy, because I have a beautiful dream; I am very happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am very happy because I have thoughts as clear as autumn water.

22. On a quiet summer night, under the wooden lattice window covered with loofah and ivy, I was tired of reading, and suddenly a bird call pierced the lonely sky and drifted into my ears leisurely. Oh, I think it’s the Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown! Time flies so fast!

23. The night is very long, and my homesickness is growing. I don’t have any sleepiness. My thoughts will chase the eternal and brilliant sun in my hometown, and my tears will pass away quietly. I miss home.

24. Maybe it’s the Dragon Boat Festival that I haven’t touched in my hometown for many years. The good things in my memory are all fragments from my childhood, which are very kind.

25. Hometown, how many nights have I been lying on the bed facing the west, looking up at the night sky, longing for my hometown, thinking that there is a smiling face hidden in every star, which makes people look forward to it and make their heart beat.

26. On a dock full of ships, a green island is sleeping soundly. The street lamps trembled silently in the dark night. The last train left the station, and people returning home at night walked quietly through the country roads.

27. That Wangxiang Terrace, the Wangxiang Terrace for overseas travelers! Standing on this shore and looking at the other shore, standing on the other side and looking at this side, every place is a hometown that is connected with the heart and affection, and it is a home that cannot be let go!

28. Nostalgia is more like memory. Memory is elusive, so nostalgia can never be enough.

After wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, the hometown in our 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 our memory than be ruthlessly tampered with by time. But when we left disappointed, the nostalgia began to accumulate and ferment again, so we tried our best to caress the door knockers of our hometown in our memories.

29. Hometown is an old wine brewed by wanderers from millet. The farther away it is and the longer it is left, the more mellow the taste of the wine will be.

30. Although we have customs such as eating rice dumplings, eating eggs, and racing dragon boats on the Dragon Boat Festival, they are far less essential than placing mugwort on both sides of every door. During the Dragon Boat Festival, the whole village was filled with the fragrance of moxa.

31. Missing is like a trickling stream, running through the years separated by mountains and rivers. Feel it with your heart, and the warmth is still there. Use a grateful heart to gain more insights, more beauty, and more happiness. Standing in the years, I look around and see that the day of spring is approaching, so I smile sweetly!

32. When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the sky, when the leaves on the sycamore trees turn yellow and green, my unchanging nostalgia is still playing like this. Just like the distant sound of the flute in my hometown, it is endless; it is also like Empress Li's separation and hatred, just like the green grass, walking farther and returning to life.

33. Hometown is a melodious clear flute, which always makes people dream; hometown is a bright moonlight, which always makes people excited; hometown is a string of eternal memories, which always make people dream. It makes people miss you when you think of it. Those people and things in my hometown are the most beautiful in the song, the most charming in the moonlight, and the most profound in the memory.

34. I was once immersed in the frustration of life, but the mountains and rivers, the simple people, and the unchanging posture of my hometown were interpreted in poetry and faded into a wordless song. A blank verse.

35. There are not many friends left who I can contact with when I went hiking with me in the past. That sweet happiness has always been hidden in my heart, and no one has shared it with me. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I feel homesick.

36. The smoke from my hometown is like a thread, one end is tied to my hometown and the other end is tied to my heart. It accompanies me through the long years and becomes an unforgettable memory in my life.

37. The distant hometown is like a memory, fresh, but also vague and speechless; the distant mother is like a painting, quiet and clear, as if it is in front of my eyes, my heart can I feel her shallow breathing; my mother is in my hometown, and my hometown becomes a poem held in my mother's hands. My hometown has my mother's earnest eyes, and my mother is the most beautiful scenery of my hometown.

38. In those wisps of homesickness, time took me far away. The little girl back then, her carefree happiness and youth, became closer and closer in my memory. It became further and further away. It engraved my nostalgic gaze and kept it in my collection forever.

39. Walking on the small road in my hometown, the nature, harmony and comfort slowly floated into my heart like the wind. Some of the roads in my hometown are cement roads and some are dirt roads, but this has not affected my enthusiasm for my hometown.

40. How many times have I dreamed of returning to my hometown and cried in front of my father’s grave, with weeds and scattered wild flowers confusing the wanderer’s eyes.

41. Half a moon, full of homesickness. If you are not a wanderer, how can you know the worries of people at the end of the world? How many times have I dreamed back at midnight, my hair wet with tears.

42. In summer, the leaves are green and dense. Looking from a distance, they look like a big green umbrella. Grab an umbrella and stand out from the scorching sun to provide us with shade. Some children are playing chess below, and some are chasing and playing below. If it starts to drizzle, they can protect us from the wind and rain, protecting the entire park like warriors.

43. When I came to Daqing, there was no Dragon Boat Festival that allowed me to find the shadow of my past, because there are no mountains in Daqing, let alone winding rivers.

44. A sudden rain has wetted all my memories. Nostalgia is like a garden full of leeks; when they grow, they are cut; when they are cut, they grow again. Everything about my hometown flashes in my memory. Thoughts are swimming like fish in my lonely soul.

45. There is continuous drizzle outside the window; tonight the wind is beating on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, swelling for no reason. The dream that had been wandering for many days vaguely climbed up the winding path in the village.

46. Times have changed, times are constantly changing, and people are constantly changing, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the homesickness of being away from home, like He Zhizhang’s son who left home when he was young, The local pronunciation has not changed, the hair on the temples has faded, the children do not recognize each other, and they smile and ask where the guests are from. This song may not be suitable for me, but at least it is one of my moods. Regardless of it, go out and take a look.

47. This children’s song that I often sang when I was a kid reminds me of it every time during the Dragon Boat Festival, and it arouses my deep homesickness.

48. Although homesickness can bring a touch of melancholy to people, it is still a healthy and noble emotion, and is the spiritual link between the wanderer and his hometown. I am willing to sing the praises of this emotion.

49. It is a rainbow in dreams every night, connecting the distance between the heart and hometown. Every day, it is a scalding river, silently flowing with the nostalgia of the soul. Who was it, by the Yellow River, whose rich Yu accent moved me back to the thick soil of the Central Plains; who was it, on Songshan Mountain, whose homesick poem brought me back to the hometown of my soul.

50. Our hometown is the root of our growth, and our hometown is the home of our memories. Our hometown witnesses our happiness, and our hometown records our growth. The wanderers who live far away from home regard their hometown as their mother, and the children who do not change their local accent regard their hometown as their magnetic field. The strong nostalgia and lingering thoughts, no one can ever cut off the lingering feelings of hometown.

51. Hometown, how many nights have I stood in the corridor of the dormitory facing west, looking up at the night sky, longing for my hometown, thinking that there is a smiling face hidden in every star, which makes people look forward to seeing and heart-beating. Want to pick.

52. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown deep in my heart. The longer you miss your hometown, the deeper your understanding of your hometown will be, and the greater the impact on your soul.

53. Nostalgia is always related to distance, and to leaving home and abroad. Nostalgia is a line that travels through time and space. At one end is the wanderer and at the other end is the hometown. The farther the wanderer travels, the tighter the nostalgia becomes. When a wanderer's hair turns gray and he becomes tired, the deepest scars are left on his heart.

54. The affectionate sea opens its warm arms. White clouds came one after another, kissing the cheeks affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept across the resting earth with the wind. A trace of nostalgia crept into my heart, and then disappeared.

55. Whenever facing the bright moon in the sky, the longing for my hometown comes like a tide, and is as out of control as a flood.

56. A white railway track stretches the traces of winter. The lavender smoke, clear and messy, is surrounded by the graceful traces of migratory birds. A string of deep and shallow footprints floated on the boundless snowy wilderness, and the unforgettable memory gradually became blurred.

57. As the sun sets and dusk falls, the smoke from the kitchen is soft and boneless but full of charm. It is the plow that my father plows, it is the sweat on my father’s bronze back, it is my mother’s kindness, that is It is the warmth of my childhood.

58. My hometown is a crystal clear river, so I named it Qingjiang River. It is so peaceful and beautiful. She is like a big green satin spread in the criss-crossing valley, shining brightly in the sun. She is jubilant and singing all the way. When the breeze blows, it makes ripples and seems to set off her beautiful beauty. The train of the skirt gives a glimpse of the beauty.

59. I have been away from home and working hard for many years. Every time during the Dragon Boat Festival, the strong fragrance of moxa reminds me of homesickness. The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown, the plants and trees in my hometown, and the relatives in my hometown are all lingering in front of my eyes.

60. This city is prosperous and empty, swelled with vain happiness, but I am looking for the unfamiliar and familiar with all the desolation. When you stretched out your hand, the pain and weakness I had endured were revealed layer by layer. You said it was time to go home. Although this place is prosperous and noisy, it never belongs to us. The whisper of the local accent brought tears from my eyes.

61. During the Dragon Boat Festival, homesickness will arise. Maybe it’s the mountains and water in my hometown, and the atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival.

62. Hometown is a delicacy that is full of color, aroma and taste, tempting travelers from far away to taste it.