Composition for daughter-in-law

My homesickness is somewhat like a "stamp", some like a "tree ring", but more like my heart. She was born in her heart and grew up in her brow.

I remember when I first left my hometown, people were already as tired as frosted eggplant.

On the day of parting, my wife followed me silently and sent me out of the village. She didn't say a dynamic word, didn't say goodbye warmly, and just followed me reluctantly. Also, when she left, she met the greetings and blessings of the villagers all the way, and silently answered the tears that flowed secretly in her heart.

Yes, my wife's tears are the source of my homesickness, and the solemn farewell of the villagers is the reason for my homesickness. Every day and night in a foreign city, I miss my hometown and my relatives very much. Many unaccustomed lives have added a lot of homesickness to me for no reason.

I'm not used to staying alone in my room and enduring loneliness and cold. Always lying in bed bored, as if something was missing. Oh, it's the warmth of my wife, the laughter of my children, the nagging of my mother in front of the whole class, and the greetings from the villagers across the street. I can only lie alone in the room, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my wife's good, dreaming of the children's laughter, talking and laughing with the villagers, and quietly shedding lonely tears. ...

Not used to, not used to the estrangement between human feelings in different places.

When a person is outside, he always feels that there is a faint heart around him. Not to mention living in the same community, living in the same building, or working in the same office, how much kindness do you have behind the smiling faces of people from all corners of the country? What's more, the coolness of people walking in tea is the most chilling. When I am homesick, everything is shallow sadness. Such a sad life aroused my nostalgia for my hometown. Therefore, the smiling faces of the villagers are always revisited over and over again, and the friendly voices of the villagers always echo in my ears. Heart, a little warm, a little relieved, a little expectation and even excitement.

"How bright the moonlight at home is! People are relatives of their hometown. " Local accent is a kind of kindness, and nostalgia is a kind of warmth.

I still remember that during the busy farming season, when someone in the village had something unfinished, some villagers took the initiative to ask, and then consciously went to help "double grab" (grab early rice and late rice in July). Don't forget that a disaster happened in the village where the villagers lived, and the villagers spontaneously sent money to pay attention to send warm.

Homesickness is a longing, and homesickness is a heartache.

Homesickness is a silent yearning and companionship, and homesickness is a feeling that cannot be explained or given up.

Sometimes, standing under tall buildings or gathering under neon lights, the smile on your face still can't hide your homesickness. I will always love the green mountains and green waters in my hometown, and I can't bear to leave my wife, children and girls at home and get cold. I am ashamed to take them with me and can't share them. Then, the feeling of homesickness came to my mind again, and I frowned heavily with homesickness.

Nostalgia is an old wine. The longer it grows, the more emotional it becomes.

A person who has been wandering in a foreign land for many years always loves his family and thinks about his country. Eating the faint Cantonese food in my mouth, I feel the taste is wrong. Oh, it was my wife's cooking, with a strong hometown flavor; Looking at topless women in the street, although they also feel beautiful, they are always unhappy. Oh, it turns out that they are not as dignified, docile and considerate as their wives at home, nor as simple as their hometown women. At this time, deep homesickness is dignified in my heart, and infinite thoughts stick to my brow.

Oh, I finally understand the different ideas of strangers in a foreign land. It turns out that this is homesickness, that is, I miss the folks who have been remembered since childhood, and I miss the homesickness that has been warm in my heart since childhood.

Nostalgia is like smoke, haunting my heart, haunting the mountains, waters and people in my hometown. ...

When I left my hometown where I was born and raised, I lost this warm affection. I really want to go home often to kiss my wife and hug my children. I really want to go home often to see my childhood friends and listen to the caring voice from my hometown.

Relatives are hearts, homesickness is warmth. The wanderer's heart always misses his loved ones. The wanderer's heart should be warm with homesickness, and the wanderer's feelings should be expressed in local accent. The curved autumn moon knows the local accent best, and the autumn wind knows the homesickness best. ...