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Before and after returning to the village, it was funny. Tell me about it.

The contrast before and after returning to the village is funny as follows:

1. From Lucy to Cui Hua, I seem to be back to my parents' childhood.

2. Going home in the New Year, the countryside is windy, and children often run around and become "plateau red".

After returning to the village, I completely interpreted the feeling of the movie "A, B, C and D". My brother is chewing big cakes and green onions, and my brother looks dirty. "I was beaten badly by the boy next door just now, but he didn't take advantage."

I went back to my hometown to visit relatives and friends yesterday, and the sense of reality in the countryside changed a lot. Overnight, the once empty farmyard was full of laughter and bright lights, and the whole village was full of vitality.

Anyone can bear the pain of bumpy journey and fatigue. What is more bitter than this is that he can't go home for the New Year, and the homesick tree is full of homesickness.

Sentences describing homesickness

1, homesickness makes it difficult for many people who are wandering outside to sleep. Perhaps, only a faint moonlight can resolve the deep homesickness.

2. Homesickness is a lamp that lights up in the long night, and the fog is faint, on the water side. Nostalgia is the most beautiful thought in memory. A tear turns into a hundred wounds.

3. Homesickness is a swaying tree shadow in the yard, a wisp of fragrant rice in my mother's hand, a warm loess in my hometown, and a surge of emotion in the silent night.

Homesickness is always related to distance and going abroad. Homesickness is a line through time and space. This is a wanderer, and that is my hometown. The farther a wanderer goes, the tighter his homesickness becomes. When the wanderer's hair is gray and exhausted, he draws the deepest and deepest mark in his heart.

In the dim candlelight, with tears and melancholy, I drank my deep thoughts about my hometown. Nostalgia is a blue silk, often tied to my heart, with tears in my eyes, and I only feel the kindness, warmth and color of my hometown.