Classic sentences about hometown feelings

1, my hometown is a melodious flute, which always makes people dream; Hometown is a touch of bright moonlight, which always makes people feel excited; Hometown is a string of eternal memories, which always reminds people of it. The people and things in my hometown are the most beautiful in the song, the most charming in the moonlight and the most profound in my memory.

2. Leaving home for a short time is a kind of excitement. After a long time, you will miss the taste of your hometown, especially when it is quiet, and even often sleepwalk at home in your dreams.

I was very busy on the way to work, but I didn't forget to miss my hometown. Although I have talked to many people in my mind, I often recall my relatives in the country. Busy on the road, I don't forget my hometown, I am annoyed, and I am still reminiscing about what my relatives have said to me.

When you are in a foreign land, it is inevitable that you will feel homesick. I can't tell you what this feeling is like.

Some people were born in a certain place, so it can be said that there is no place. Chance throws them into an environment casually, but they always miss a hometown where they don't know where they are.

6. In my hometown, there is no bustling metropolis, no solemn and stirring 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 reminds people of the poet's lonely sigh, "How bright the moonlight at home is!" Thousands of years ago.

7. I miss my hometown, Xuelian, which is open, wishful and auspicious. When the moonlight shines on the vast Wan Li snowfield, Snow Lotus quietly opens in my heart. When my dream shines brightly, the red sun Ran Ran rises from the east.

8. Hometown, where I grew up, I left many places to laugh!

9. The mountain spring, like a string, plays the folk songs of my hometown day and night, flies out of the valley, flows into the rivers and seas with my greetings, and looks for your trace.

10, a winding river, a small ferry, a small pier, what a familiar picture. Seeing this painting at the moment adds a bit of yearning for home and relatives.