Tell me about the feeling of not coming home.

1, homesickness is a feeling. Nowadays, society is full of feasts and luxuries. What kind of self-control can people outside have in the face of so many temptations without violating their persistence? Friends outside, I admire people like you for sticking to your feelings in the world of mortals. Never fade.

As night falls, people who have been busy all day rush on. At this moment, they all have the same home-home.

Everyone has a visionary in his heart. They are strung in our hearts, trying to control our brains and paralyze our nerves. They tried to divorce us from reality and pretend that the law has no limits. Only this world, even the ends of the earth, has its own trajectory. Do they know that the border is the most beautiful symbol in this world? Without the actual bondage, the rest can only be illusory, and even those vague and hazy are just passing clouds, so why bother to pursue them hard.

Whenever the moonlight falls on my bed through the window like water in the dead of night, I will whisper 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.

In the eyes of the visionary, the sky is always gray. Because only gray is incomplete, and only incomplete can they enjoy their fantasies. Sometimes it's not that the sky turns gray, but that we are accustomed to fantasy, to seeing the sky as gray, to giving full play to our fantasy talents, and to fantasizing about something that doesn't exist or is even a little illusory.

6. Home is a deep language of love; Home is nagging; Home is a trivial day that turns over page by page; Home is a string of red peppers hanging under the eaves.

7. No matter where you are, you are close to home. Because home is the thread in the hands of a loving mother. It was sewn tightly on your body before you left. No matter how far away from home. The feeling of home is always so warm, full of mom's advice and dad's concern, and I will never forget it.

8. The river in my hometown has the tranquility of her years quietly, and the grove by the river looks at the opposite river steadily. On the white and green banks, frogs and drums came from time to time. Dragonflies are dancing gently in the middle of the river, and when they walk down, they wake up the sleeping river. Flocks of wild ducks are playing happily in the river.