Homesickness composition

Everyone must have been exposed to writing in study, work or life. With the help of writing, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my homesickness prose. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope I can help you.

Composition on homesickness 1 "Homesickness is a small stamp." This stamp entrusts the wanderer's feelings, which is the nostalgia of Humayi North Wind, the melancholy of sunset and the joy of "the local accent has not changed". No matter where you are, you can't change your thoughts about your hometown, Suihua Beilin District.

On the territory of China, Suihua can't be found without a magnifying glass. It is located in Heilongjiang Province, bordering Yichun in the east, Daqing in the west, Harbin in the south and Heihe in the north. Her garden and scenery cover an area of 2723 square kilometers, which is unforgettable.

What I often remember is the yard in front of my house when I was a child. There is neither cement nor red brick on all sides, just simply fence in front of the house to form a convex shape. As soon as you enter the yard, it is a gravel road leading to the door. On one side is a natural small vegetable garden, with jasper-like Chinese cabbage, waxy red cherries and emerald-like spinach stretching out in the garden, which makes people laugh with great pride. On the other side is a glade full of joy. There stands a solid cement column with a small basket on it. Whenever I come home from school, I am willing to run to the basket with my beloved basketball. How much childhood happiness this small yard has brought me!

What bothers me most? What is cool is the scene of walking on campus in spring. The willow with green eyes is blooming happily, and the grass drilled from the soil is full of vitality. The spring breeze blowing across your face makes you feel a fresh air with a moist meaning. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." The best thing is that it just falls with the wet spring rain this time, and the rain sticks between the hair, which will become particularly fresh and refreshing. Through the spring rain, it seems that you can hear the sound of Cao Chun eagerly sucking the rain and dew dyed by Jingjing, and you can see the vigorous figure of students who are busy when they grow up. ...

"Beauty is not beautiful hometown water; Kiss or not, fellow villagers. " Yes, the beautiful scenery of my hometown belongs to all of us, and we should enjoy it together.

The nostalgia for hometown is a cup of tea, and the common products will remain more simple and sincere.

Composition 2 on homesickness "When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp …" Yu Guangzhong said in Homesickness that I never understood the meaning of this poem when I was young, but now I am beginning to understand it gradually.

I am a defector from my family. I gave up everything and came to this city called "Magic Capital" alone. The prosperity of this city made me confused, and I became a lost person in this city. I forgot everything and tried desperately to integrate into this city. I don't remember how many years I haven't been home. It is impossible to say that there is no melancholy in my heart. It's just that this emotion has been suppressed by my efforts. I told myself more than once, "I don't work hard now, I will play with you in the future." I forgot how simple I used to be and what I am now ... Anyway, my home has been buried deep in my heart.

Occasionally I read Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness, and my home, the place where I buried deeply, was released by me. At that time, the sense of loneliness and powerlessness about wandering in a foreign land suddenly became very clear. I think homesickness, as Yu Guangzhong said, is a small stamp, connecting the local accent with my thoughts. For me, homesickness is a train, and the roaring sound brings the warmth of home and the yearning for relatives in my hometown. That distant hometown is a wanderer on Zhu Shazhi, deeply engraved on his chest. Homesickness is a long telephone line, with one end connected to the other. Familiar with a warm voice, like thick sake, intoxicated my dream.

Home far away, do you hear the call of a wanderer in the horizon? Even babbling in a dream is endless love for you. Far, far away, you are my endless love story, a red rose that I will never forget in my life, so deep in my mind.

About Homesickness Composition 3 It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window; Tonight, the wind is knocking on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, expanding for no reason. The dream of wandering for many days vaguely climbed the winding path in the village.

Who is it that plays homesick music on the flute in the moonlight night, and the sad tune inadvertently fills the wasteland in my heart; Who is reading the ancient poems of homesickness every night, and the degree of sadness drops the boundless and quiet homesickness. I used to think that in this strange city, I was used to the life of eight to five. In the days of frustration, the mountains and rivers in my hometown have gradually drifted away. Looking back suddenly, I found that fragrance was sealed in my heart and I realized that I was a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown.

A rain wet all my memories, homesickness is like a garden full of leeks; Long cut; Cut it long. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart

Thoughts are like fish swimming. Once indulged in the frustration of life, however, the unchanging posture of that mountain and that simple family and hometown faded into a song without words and a poem with Kubinashi rhyme in poetry. My soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through thousands of waters in Qian Shan. I am enjoying pure rice wine with simple folks.

When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood are yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing leisurely, just like the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown. Also like Li Houzhu's "hate like grass, you will live farther and farther".

Write homesickness for 4 days, gray; The wind, strangely blowing from me, hurts like a needle in the bone marrow. I am eager to forget the pain, but the pain is still lingering and deeply imprinted on the window. The picturesque scenery reminds me of Hang Cheng. ...

When I was three years old, I left my hometown of Dongtai, Yancheng, and went to Hangzhou to study with my parents. Since then, I have seen my grandparents less often. I think my hometown is far away, even farther than Beijing! Watching the students coquetry in their grandparents' arms during the small holiday, my grandparents are very kind and affectionate, which makes me envious. That feeling is really hard. Countless full moon nights, I stood alone in front of the window and stared at the full moon, and I couldn't help thinking of Wang Wei's classic famous sentence, "Being in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every festive season." Although I'm not alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.

I have a deep childhood memory, and with the passage of time, my feelings for Hang Cheng are growing day by day. Now, I am in Dongtai, and I miss the countless good memories that Hangzhou has brought me: the little teaching of dear teachers; Students who are as close as brothers and sisters pay attention; The charming scenery of the West Lake is refreshing; Living alone in a corner of my lovely little room. ...

When I was a child, I didn't understand the warm reminder posted by my father in the store, "I am old, and people are old." I kept asking my father, but he refused to explain after all. When grandpa was ill, his father said solemnly, "It's time to go home."

Facing the warmth of Hang Cheng, I really don't want to leave. Sometimes I even suspect that it was just a dream. But out of filial piety, I still want to leave Hangzhou, return to my hometown and start another life.

Miss Hangzhou's hometown, miss hometown of Hangzhou, all reflect the homesickness of Yu Guangzhong's predecessors. I was there and I was here. No matter what happens, I will move forward. I hope to go ahead.

About Homesickness Composition 5 Scoop up a spoonful of hometown water, which is endless yearning. Holding a handful of hometown is an endless yearning. Recalling the fun of childhood, it was an endless dream. At that moment, how many people's hearts were hurting. This mountain seems very old; Water seems to be still; The bird seems to be crying. Everything is heavy, listen, that's the voice of the people, calling, that's a sad call.

After many twists and turns, many hardships, the contusion of the soul, the distortion of the soul, no matter where you are, your heart is always outside. Our hearts are like migratory birds, flying to green fields, to bumpy narrow paths, and to smoking thatched houses. Whenever I mention my hometown, I always have tears in my eyes.

Is the water in my hometown sweet? Is it bitter? Is it a good memory of a sweet time? Is it the residue of tears Wandering in the country road, watching the tortuous hometown river. There is a silver belt hanging on the horizon. Is that a tear of missing? Gather brothers and sisters from all corners of the country together. Hometown is waiting for us.

The soil in my hometown is fertile? Is barren? Is it the body of my old mother? Is it a pure heart? The soil in our hometown is our most precious wealth. No matter where it is, it is the end of the world. Never forget your kindness, your love and everything about you. Hometown is waiting for us.

Is the dream of hometown sweet? Is it sad? Is our eternal concern, forever mother. We will eventually return to your arms, just like the arrival of spring, which brings me confidence and courage. I was ready for this. Hometown, you will not be silent.

Hometown, whenever and wherever, you should tolerate us.

About Homesickness Composition 6 On Chang 'an Avenue, there was a scene of depression and decline, and the people complained bitterly.

All this has to do with today's holy family. He drinks and makes merry all day, lusts after beauty, and has no intention of caring about state affairs. The idea that I was called into the palace was to advise the holy family and serve the imperial court. But this bad king asked me to dig deep and write poems to please my concubine. I, Li Bai, am innocent. How can I serve the court like this?

Finally, I chanted loudly, "Laugh to the sky, my generation is Artemisia." He danced with long sleeves and left the palace angrily.

Now, standing aimlessly in this street, I suddenly smell a long-lost fragrance, which turned out to be a long-lost wine fragrance! I went in excitedly, and when I stumbled back to the cabin after drinking, it was already evening.

I leaned back on the bed and looked at the crescent moon. Oh, that's from the crescent moon. Why don't you give me more? But even that little bit, I still feel incomparable warmth.

Gently push open the window and see the frost outside. Is it really frost? I rubbed my eyes hard and found that it was gentle moonlight, even and bright.

Jingjing leaned out of the window and stared at the unreachable moon. Beautiful, beautiful. It has a pure heart, how many people have admired it gently, it is still not proud, not complacent, and always sticks to its duties, it knows.

This is a sacred mission.

Unconsciously, the neck has become stiff. Slowly lowering my head, I suddenly saw my old mother, who was already white-haired and had worked hard to bring me up, and all the elders in my hometown. Suddenly, my heart was full of bitterness and my vision gradually blurred. I stretched out my hand and touched it. It turned out to be tears! So I bit my finger and struggled to write down on the table:

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Is there frost already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

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2. The full text is easy to understand and interesting.

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The success of this paper lies in observing specific things and developing appropriate imagination.

5. The article melts into the scenery, describes the scenery while expressing emotions, and is good at using analogy to make the article vivid and concrete.

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7. This article is based on real life, which is appropriate, innovative, clear, natural, interesting and readable.

8. The full-text language is fluent and the writing is free and easy, which can be called a relatively successful work.

Although the language of this article is not gorgeous, it is extremely accurate and vivid, full of emotion and truth, and it is very interesting to read.

10. The structure of the article is concise and reasonable, and the author's understanding of the original text is very profound and thorough. The full-text language is forceful, hit the floor, exciting and exciting.

1 1. This composition has novel materials, wonderful ideas and lively language. There is a fresh breath of life and children's interest between the lines.

12. This article describes the events of … in the order of events. The language is fluent, the level is clear, and it looks very happy from beginning to end.

13. The full text is lively, the language is fresh, and it is always interesting and interesting to read.

14. The full-text narrative is concentrated, the language is concise and smooth, and the feelings are sincere and touching.

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About Homesickness Composition 8 Simple wooden house, ancient bridges and flowing water, gently open the photos and slowly push away childhood memories.

Every time I hear my classmates talk about their hometown, I will think of her simple face, the face that has long since disappeared.

When babbling, I got along with her day and night. It took me three years to get to know her. Her black and white wooden house is my reliable reliance; Her ancient bridge is the beauty of my running; Her trickle is to let me enjoy the fun of water ... she has seen my childhood crying; She heard my childhood laughter; She witnessed my growing footsteps.

Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time. Suddenly looking back, I found that I had left her for ten years. In front of the cabin, on the bridge, by the running water, I said goodbye to her. Childhood romance was twisted into a rope, pulling her at one end and me at the other.

Now, I am surrounded by a noisy metropolis, and she is still there. But she is not who she was ten years ago. The wooden house became a three-story country villa; The small bridge has already been painted with dazzling paint; The running water is no longer crystal clear. She has changed, but I still love her.

She is neither rich nor prosperous and unknown. She, a beautiful town-Zhuji, my hometown.

When I left her, I was just the ignorant baby in my mother's arms. Time flies. Today, ten years later, I gradually understand and understand. In fact, we have never been apart, because we have the best time; No matter what kind of me, what kind of world, what kind of comings and goings, and the vicissitudes of the world, I am still the one who runs on the bridge, because I have had the best time; No matter when I meet you again, I no longer have an innocent smile, or I am full of joy and sadness, you will always be remembered by me because I have the best time.

Wooden houses, small bridges and flowing water are swaying the best time in my memory. In the sun, beauty shines there; In my memory, homesickness grew with me. ...

Composition 9 The materials about homesickness have been given to three kinds of people, and I think they will all succeed through their own efforts.

Shortcut is a derogatory term to some extent, which will make people lazy, not diligent in thinking, lead to work failure, lack of exercise, and thus lead to losing ground. But it is easier to take shortcuts occasionally than to memorize them, and even lead people to success, win great glory and flowers, and even praise one after another.

So sometimes, shortcuts are also a compliment. Since "shortcut" has both derogatory meaning and justice, we don't have to dwell too much on how to locate their explanations, but learn to give meaning to the word with our own actions and efforts.

There is a saying that "society is like a vat, with all kinds of colors in it." If you want to integrate into society, you must learn to accept the color that society has dyed for you. " I don't quite agree with this affirmation, because after all, people are alive and controlling their own lives, not living in controlling people's thoughts and everything. Society is really a vat. From the bad environment or some aspects, people must know how to adapt to their own environment in order to go longer and further. But this environment can be given by society or created by itself. In the post-70 s and post-80 s era, there are many talented people, and most of them are pillars of society. But why are so many high-tech talents embarrassed to face unemployment? Is it because they don't have enough education Is it because they have no work experience? Is it because their life experience is still shallow? I think on the one hand, it comes from the demand and pressure of society, on the other hand, it comes from their own rigid settings, so they have to hang themselves from a tree to feel at ease. I think countless people just spend a lot of time wondering whether they should find another way out and miss one opportunity after another. It is this hesitation that makes most people.

About Homesickness Composition 10 Walking through the winding and secluded tree-lined path, you will hear the whisper of the wind, and your voice is so deep and heavy that it seems to tell the vicissitudes of your heart. Old pagoda tree is your name.

Getting closer to you, stroking your wrinkled and rough skin, and occasionally stroking the sadness on your cheeks make your life more confusing. You are like an experienced old man, never mentioning your pain. But the dew on your face can't hide your inner loneliness.

You don't belong here. You were transplanted here. I don't know which ancient village you moved here from. But I know that you have resisted, struggled and even cried, but obviously, the leaves on the ground have not given you sporadic pity. How does the world know that the hundreds of times you look back before you leave hide your endless nostalgia for your homeland?

How many winters and summers, how many sunrises and sunsets have deeply rooted your roots in this homeland. Watching the grass grow at jointing stage every day under your care, and then die, you sent away generations of flowers and plants. Finally, you have to leave. At that time, I'm afraid nothing can tell your inner sadness except the dead leaves falling in fear and the roots being forcibly broken. Yes, the village where you raised for many years sold you to the city people. Naive you are still worried about the villagers: without you, where will the old people go to enjoy the cool in summer, where will storytellers make a living, and where will playful children go to hide and seek?

Now that you are here, there are nurses to serve you every day, but it is still difficult for you to let go of your deep homesickness. That man, that mountain, that water, has been lingering in your heart. Growth, flowering and fruition are your only wishes. One day, your descendants will return to that thick land with your unfulfilled wishes and continue to protect the water and soil there.

I snuggled up to you gently, feeling the little breath you brought me, and the wind slowly responded to the warm sunshine, making a breath belonging to my hometown diffuse in the air. ...

Tree, why do you always have dew on your leaves? Those are your tears!

About Homesickness Composition 1 1 Everyone has a hometown, which is the origin of our life and the first stop of our life. How many rainy nights, the rain is like a messenger, conveying a deep homesickness and rendering a sad atmosphere. Inadvertently, it reminded me of the softest place in my heart. When I leave my hometown when I grow up, I often think, has the scenery in my hometown changed, my friends changed, and my customs changed?

In my hometown, there is no bustling city; There are no eternal places of interest; Zhong Ling has no beautiful scenery.

Born in my hometown, I will leave my roots when I get old. Memories of happy childhood came to my eyes. I can't forget running in the field with my partner when spring is blooming, and flying the kite higher than anyone else; I can't forget, when it is hot in summer, playing in the pond with bare arms and fishing for shrimp; I can't forget that in the autumn of October, we picked up the fallen leaves, counted the delicate textures and made labels. My favorite is winter. There is no gorgeous dress, but it is wrapped in silver in winter, but it has a unique charm. Wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, running in the snow, shooting pheasants and making snowmen.

I study hard, in order to get ahead and return to China in rags; I worked hard and went to my hometown when I was old in order to have enough food and clothing. I live a healthy life, in order to be old and strong, in order to last until evening.

Hometown, a warm word, we never forget it when we are in the spring breeze; When we are stuck in a bottleneck, we will never forget; We never forget it when we are smooth sailing.

Grit your teeth and try to get through every level. My hometown is my motivation and my lifelong pursuit. Leaving my hometown is to make myself capable and qualified to stay in my hometown. Dear hometown mother, no matter where I am, the only person I miss is you!

Composition about homesickness 12 At sunset, a dog rushed to the top of the hill, drew an arc under the "golden" hill, rushed into a golden corn field, and then plopped into the water reflecting the sky, causing ripples.

This reminds me of my hometown-that picturesque place.

I remember that summer, cicadas were singing endlessly, and my hearts with sunspots had drifted far away, so we rushed out of the house and went straight to the cornfield. Heizi is a sheepdog and a good friend of mine. It jumps, and its S-shaped figure appears and disappears underground. The golden teeth of mature corn are golden. I picked a few times, and I picked a few sunspots as fun. Pass by the "camp" when people are unprepared-a house on fire under a big tree. We stored the corn there and went to the wild. When we came to the river, I got my fishing gear-fishing net and fishing rod. The sunspot went to play in the water. I first pricked chicken intestines to catch lobsters, and in a short time, I gained a lot. "Generals" waved "Jack Niffe" and threw it around as if to let me go. After that, I caught several colorful big fish. Fish scales sparkle in the sun, the sun shines on the water, sparkling, shining into the water, reflecting the colorful pebbles in the crystal clear water, like a "gem temple", beautiful. This place is full of our fun. After the carnival by the lake, I recalled the swimming spots and went to the mulberry tree together. In midsummer, the trees are fragrant and green, dotted with colorful and dazzling red mulberries. Mulberry is sour and sweet, and the sweet taste goes straight to the taste buds, which makes people memorable.

I picked a lot and brought it back to the small camp. It's already sunset. Sunspots and I lit a fire in the rosy afterglow, roasted corn, fish and shrimp, and ate wild fruits. Suddenly, the fragrance came to my face. We get together in the fields, smell the flowers and have a picnic. How happy our hometown is! Hometown has endless fun.

"Son, go home and do your homework!" I was awakened by my mother and walked back to reality from my illusion. Every time I think of my hometown, I have endless aftertaste. How reluctant I am to go back to my hometown!