Twenty-five years seems short compared to the rise and fall of a city. But for one person, it is enough to create a strong nostalgia. ——"A Bite of China"
Nostalgia is implemented in geography and people, and permeates history and culture. There is reality and fiction, tangible and spiritual, and they must be compatible to be three-dimensional. Nostalgia is innate and natural, unlike nationalism which plays a political role. Equating nostalgia with nationalism, and adding government in addition to geography, people, history, and culture, is a vague concept that is "rounded off." Dynasties come and go, and politics imposed on others cannot last. ——Yu Guangzhong, "Memory is as Long as a Railroad Rail"
A pure Beijing accent, full of nostalgia. ——Hoda "Mending the Sky"
Everyone has a sadness that they want to forget, but they want to cover it up; everyone has a nostalgia that they want to forget, but they are always separated from the years. *Majestic. Nostalgia is a kind of light sadness, but also a kind of deep yearning. No matter how melancholy the time is, it can't block the feeling of homesickness; no matter how turbulent the clouds are, it can't block the soul's return journey. ——Leng Mei Qingzhu
What the wind blows is a touch of sadness, but what it brings away is a strong sense of nostalgia.
Grab a handful of longing for your hometown and soak it into the pot of nostalgia. The thick nostalgia is elegant and gentle, and the beautiful reflections of the vegetation of your hometown are stirring in the pot.
At the end of the world, my face is full of wind and frost, and I am lonely and timid in my hometown. I miss you and send you red beans. ——Jay Chou's "Lady"
My hometown is a song in my dreams. I miss it but can never go back. What can never be forgotten is the local accent, the local rhyme, and the nostalgic feelings. If one day I die, I hope to be buried in my hometown.
Even if time flies, even if we are thousands of miles apart, what we are nostalgic for is the nostalgia that is deep in our bones. ——Gu Baibai's "Fireworks"
Hometown, like a song, sings all the four seasons of life. Like a poem, full of nostalgia. Like a painting, imprinted deep in my mind.
Hometown is where the roots of wanderers are planted, and nostalgia is the warmest home for every soul who has traveled far away from home, because hometown nurtures and releases the pure dreams of the best times in everyone’s life. At that time, that The land and that person are memories that will never fade in our hearts.
Perhaps I have been away from home for too long and have become deeply accustomed to the city. When I return to my hometown to live, I feel like I am mentally jet-lagged. As if suddenly, I was in a chaotic emotional system, facing the unfamiliar streets, shops, and scenery in my hometown. Compared with the familiar daily routine in a foreign land not long ago, I was experiencing all the things that happened when I left home when I was young and my boss returned. Underneath the surface, I could sense an indescribable feeling of cowardice in the countryside. ——Lai Yuting's "Small Place"
In the hearts of wanderers, the country's hope and waiting will always bring a touch of warmth and comfort in the cold late night. The nostalgia is like the old cellar in my hometown, it is powerful and mellow, and you will be drunk after one sip.
An old friend once said in a poem, "I feel more timid when I'm close to my hometown." This is not an empty statement. She thought that Mo Shangchun was the hometown she had not seen for a long time, and the city where she would eventually live after her stubborn journey.
On the 15th day of the month, the full moon turned into a bleak bottom line, and the vast sea turned into endless mulberry fields. We were timid in our homesickness in time, and buried our thoughts like a tomb deep in our hearts.