Homesick Poems and Classic Quotations

1, everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like the old mountain.

Please think about your relatives during the festival.

The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

4, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaos, it is parting. It's not just the general taste.

5. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.

6, Humayi north wind, bird's nest south branch.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

8. Sadness is sadness and sadness.

9. after people return to geese, they think about flowers.

10, where is hometown, unless you are drunk.

1 1. Candles are kind enough to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.

12, it is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.

13, peach and plum spring breeze-a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.

14, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change.

15, he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! .

The classic quotations of homesickness are as follows:

1. Whenever the moonlight falls on my bed through the window like water in the dead of night, I will recite Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night: Is there frost at the foot of my bed so bright? . Looking up at the bright moon and sinking back, I suddenly remembered home.

2. When you are homesick, you will pick the street with the least pedestrians, step by step, a little bit of memories, and a little bit of tears; When I feel homesick, I will stand in the shopping mall and smile at the toys in the window. When I am homesick, I will sit in a pile of snacks and become speechless at the clouds floating outside the window.

3. Looking at the sky, it's raining in Mao Mao. When I look at the raindrops, I have an impulse. One of Li Bai's poems, "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home".

Years have dragged the shadow of missing into a long and tortuous color block, but a warm blessing has always tied our feelings firmly together.