Express the feelings of leaving home, express the feelings of leaving home.

It turns out that missing a person and a relative really has nothing to do with time.

Son of the Dragon Boat Festival, every grain of your glutinous rice is permeated with a deep love that can't be dispelled, which embodies the love and blessing of relatives. Your zongzi leaves are wrapped with the warm love of your loved ones, and the texture on them seems to be telling good wishes. It is you who have brought happiness for a whole year.

Maybe it's the Dragon Boat Festival that I haven't touched my hometown for many years. The beauty born in memory is all fragments of childhood, which is very kind.

My hometown is a crystal clear river, so I named it Qingjiang. She is so quiet and beautiful. She is like a big green satin spread in the valley, shining in the sun. She was in high spirits and sang all the way. As soon as the breeze blows, it ripples, as if you can see the fragrance by lifting her beautiful skirt.

There is no bustling and crisp metropolis in my hometown, no tragic and mysterious castle, and no big forest green enough to melt all your thoughts. But if you hear Schubert's solo in the sunset of your journey, the imagination that makes you suddenly burst into tears is often the hometown road and the moonlight night in your hometown, which can't help but remind people that there is how bright in the moonlight at home! A lonely poet thousands of years ago.

I have been away from home for more than 20 years, dreaming of the green water in my hometown, and always dreaming of the kitchen smoke that permeates the house; Every time I dream of wandering in Yamato's hometown, I can always dream of the smoke rising slowly; Every time I dream of the flowing water in my hometown, I can always freeze my memory in the hundred wisps of smoke that can be seen several miles away.

When the winter breeze is whistling, the mountain is very quiet and there are no people everywhere. All kinds of animals hide in their nests, and people stay indoors to keep warm. The world is boundless, so quiet!

The children's songs that I often sing this hour will always be recalled when I get to my heart and remind me of my homesickness.

My hometown is a crystal clear river, so I named it Qingjiang. She is so quiet and beautiful. She is like a big green satin spread in the valley, shining in the sun. She was in high spirits and sang all the way. As soon as the breeze blows, it ripples, as if you can see the fragrance by lifting her beautiful skirt.

Don't say that the country road is long, no matter how long it is, it can't compare with my thoughts; Don't say that the world is far away, no matter how far it is, it is far from my eyes; Don't say the sky is high, no matter how high it is, it can't be higher than I thought. Hometown, you are the eternal root in people's hearts.