Sentences about missing my hometown

1. My hometown is picturesque. The trees are green, the flowers are in bloom, and people are relaxing and playing freely; driving on the riverside avenue, a beautiful picture is spread out in front of your eyes. It is really like driving on the road and walking in the middle of the picture. I love you my hometown!

2. The grass in my hometown is so bright and bright, and its brightness is revealed as soon as the sun shines. The grass here is even more novel than your grass. There are oval, rectangular, trapezoidal, all kinds of grass. You will definitely like it when you see it!

3. Enthusiasm is all my praise for you. When I am full of passion, you are my never-ending motivation, flowing continuously from the depths of my heart. When I was frustrated, your hopeful eyes looked at me from a distance, as if to tell me: Enthusiasm is the capital for you to continue to struggle, get up! So I moved on; when I was in a foreign land, your enthusiasm turned into silent words and quietly revealed my desolate heart. People say that the spring in a foreign land is not as warm as the winter in my hometown. I feel deeply about this. Experience; when I was frivolous and arrogant, I suddenly thought of your gentle words on a lonely and empty night: when passion and pride dance, danger has quietly come. I suddenly realized it, so I went into battle lightly. I was obsessed, I was in love, I was fascinated, I was drunk, so I was softened by the enthusiasm of my hometown.

4. Beauty is all my memory of you. When spring comes, your beauty is far greater than my excited heart. Bees and butterflies are flying, the grass is growing and warblers are flying. What is even more beautiful is your soft wind, which wakes up my hibernating happiness. When summer comes quietly, the commotion only belongs to those who are restless, but you are silently nurturing the fruits of life. It is you who made me understand that the greatest beauty in the world is selfless giving; when the autumn girl sings When the sweet carols dance, you smile and bloom. The harvest season belongs to me and you. At this time, you are endowed with mature beauty; when winter is wrapped in silver makeup, you fall asleep, but you The silence is not depression or decadence, but the accumulation of strength in waiting. I am crazy, I am in love, I am fascinated, I am drunk, so I am intoxicated by the beauty of my hometown.

5. Hometown, how many nights have I stood in the corridor of the dormitory facing west, looking up at the night sky, longing for my hometown, thinking that there is a smiling face hidden in every star, which makes people look forward to seeing and heart-beating. Want to pick.

6. The taste of hometown is hidden in those happy times. Whenever I go back to my hometown, a few good friends come to play with me and we play our favorite games. I can never forget that happy moment.

7. I really miss the mountains and rivers in my hometown. They are so beautiful. The refreshing green of the mountains in my hometown makes me unforgettable. How nostalgic! I always dream about the mountains in my beautiful hometown. They are so beautiful and have wrinkles one by one that I will never forget. However, my mother, who always loves to make fun of the scenery, now took me away from my hometown and came to Wudi, a city with lots of traffic. Why did my hometown abandon me? Am I not cute enough?

8. I have had strong feelings for this place since I was a child. From the row of my house, we can see the large green fields first, and the fresh wind blows softly on the lovely faces of the beautiful village. Here, the mud road has turned into an asphalt road; from a straw house to a small bungalow

9. My hometown is in the far north, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the outstanding people are like a bright pearl, embedded in the northern part of the motherland. . If my hometown is a pearl, then the lotus pond is the brilliant light on the pearl. Spring returns to the earth, everything returns to spring, and the lotus pond also wakes up. The lotus pond in spring is not very charming, just a monotonous green, water green, light green, or elegant dark green. The green is dotted with a few dots of white, which are the few small white lotus flowers blooming on the edge, floating on the water like the lotus leaves on the edge, which are very eye-catching in spring.

10. I miss the high mountain in my hometown. Although it is not as beautiful as Mount Heng in Nanyue, nor as steep as Mount Huashan in Xiyue, it is still tall and handsome. The main peak reaches straight into the sky, making the sky in my hometown high and deep. . It is evergreen all year round, shaded by green trees, and very quiet.

When the Shanmin flowers are in bloom, the mountains and fields are dotted with pink flowers, and the stars are dotted, which is really beautiful; when the Shanmin fruits are ripe, it makes people salivate, and even makes children run around all over the mountain. The sound of that time still rings in their ears. Nursery rhyme: In July, half of the mountain is sour; in August, half of the mountain is red; in September, nine mountains are full of wine. In fact, I like the mountains in my hometown because the background of my life is the true nature of the mountains, and my personality has the shadow and nature of the mountains. I yearn for the mountains in my hometown because they are as hard-working and straightforward as the people in my hometown. They hold the sunrise in the morning and give the morning glow a bright glow; they watch the sunset in the evening and give the sunset a glow. I admire the mountain in my hometown because it is as loyal and strong as my father, with his straight backbone and broad chest. Standing up is a mountain.

11. The morning here is not shrouded in fog, so it is not as warm and moist as the ink painting in the south of the Yangtze River, but in this dry morning light, I can still vaguely feel her charm. Through the willow branches, the bright sunshine swayed, everything illuminated by the sun was so clear and dazzling, even the dewdrops held by the flowers and leaves were so crystal clear, as bright as crystal. The sleepiness that has not dissipated is hazy, and in a trance, it seems that I have come to a dreamland in a fairy tale. Imagination is really a wonderful thing, making the world change rapidly. Looking at the radiant sun, another poetic morning is about to begin.

12. Every time I think of you, my hometown, my long-lost hometown! My heart was so heavy that I could never lift it up again. Is it because I am too sentimental, or am I still unable to let go of sadness because of my love for you? The young heart has been burdened with its burden prematurely, and the heart bound by the thin sand of sadness is like a tired heart that has experienced vicissitudes of life. It is also lifeless, but I don’t want to use it to examine you, my hometown, it does not belong to you, so I search for your memories when I am in a clear mood, not wanting to pollute you with the vulgarity of this world.

13. I miss my hometown and the little bookstore in my hometown. I miss my hometown and the plum trees in my hometown. I miss my hometown and the small stone road in my hometown. I miss my hometown and my classmates. ah! Hometown, I miss you at this moment under the bright moonlight! Are you missing each other as much as I am at this moment? I am waiting for you slowly under the bright moonlight.

14. The taste of hometown is hidden in the beautiful scenery. There are two trees in front of my house, one is a tall pine tree, and the other is a beautiful osmanthus tree. I will never forget the fragrance of osmanthus and the tenacious spirit of pine trees. I love my hometown.

15. When you are away from home, you will inevitably feel a slight feeling of homesickness. I can’t explain what this feeling is like. When it comes to girls being homesick, I don’t object to that; as for boys, it seems that they shouldn’t feel homesick. This may be right. Just like me, I stay away from home all year round and only go home once a year, and only once a year. During the traditional Chinese festivals, I only go home once during the Spring Festival. After graduating from college, I traveled here and there for work. I have long been accustomed to the wandering life. Maybe it is the feeling of being at home all over the world and wandering around the world.

16. Autumn is here, and the leaves on the trees are withered. The old trees whose roots had clung to the ground for decades seemed to be about to become hollow. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of my hometown.

17. In order to study, I stayed away from my hometown and came to Gejiu, Xidu. I went back home at most twice every semester. I didn’t know how homesick it felt to not leave my hometown. Every weekend I saw my roommates happy. I was very envious when I went home on weekends. The dormitory was empty and lifeless on weekends. There was no one to talk to in the empty dormitory at night. The only thing I could do was to call my family to relieve the loneliness in my heart. , or call a friend to chat about the current situation to prove that you are not a lonely person. The night is very long, and the feeling of homesickness is growing. I don't have any sleepiness. My thoughts will chase the eternal and brilliant sun in my hometown, and my tears will disappear quietly. I miss home.

18. Every year when I return to my hometown, I like to go out and see the wild places. Walking on the familiar field path, seeing the green red flowers and yellow rapeseed flowers, and smelling the long-lost fragrance of the soil, I felt like I was back to my childhood.

The land is still the same, the people are still the same, maybe they haven't been together for many years, and their lifestyles are different, so it feels like the words they say are not on the same level. Even so, every time I return to my hometown, I always feel a familiar feeling and see some different changes. Perhaps they are the embellishments brought by the new socialist countryside that I have been calling for a long time. In fact, what I see is still too slow. This may be the reason why I don’t want to stay at home for too long. I usually don’t go home for more than a week.

19. The mountains are long and the water is long. The little bit of love cannot be blown away along the way, and the lovesickness can't be separated. I can only send a lovesick heart to the bright moon, just as the bright moon sends thousands of miles. I miss you, I wish you a long life and love me thousands of miles away.

20. The hometown that always haunts me is actually a small mountain village with beautiful scenery. The rolling hills surrounding the village protect the people here hand in hand, like a kind mother's affectionate love. Staring at the child in her arms. How many times have I waded through the long river of memory, how many times have I traveled through time and space, traveled through mountains and rivers, and dreamed of returning to this beautiful hometown.

21. The end of each semester is the time that I yearn for the most. Usually I can't hold back my emotions in the week before a vacation. , this week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the happiness of going home, not to mention reviewing my homework. This is also the most frustrating point for me. My mind always defeats my reason. Every time I pick up a book to review it, and when I cradle my feet for a while, the joy comes to my heart again. Of course, I throw the textbook aside and go to pack my luggage. , even though my luggage has been collected by me many times

22. Times have changed, times are constantly changing, and people are constantly changing, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the homesickness of being away from home. Love is like He Zhizhang's son who left home and returned home. His local accent has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. Children don't recognize each other when they see each other. They smile and ask where the guests are from. This song may not be suitable for me, but at least it is one of my moods. Regardless of it, go out and take a look.

Sentences about longing for hometown Part 2

1. I am gone, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. "The Book of Songs Xiaoya Picking Wei"

2. Elegies can be used as weeping, and distant views can be used as homecomings. "Elegy" by the Yuefu of the Han Dynasty

3. When I go up to the river tower alone, my thoughts are vague, the moonlight is like water and the water is like the sky. "Jianglou Feelings" by Zhao Xia of the Tang Dynasty

4. Constant cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty

5. The horse is leaning against the north wind, and the flying bird is facing the south branch. Nineteen ancient poems of the Han Dynasty "Traveling again and again"

6. The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the poplars are flying in the sky. The wicker folding ruler and the flowers have all flown away. May I ask the passerby if he has returned?

7. I urge you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty "Sends Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

8. When meeting people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like the old mountains. "Five Poems in Manshu" by Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty

9. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

10. Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, but today it has been a year since the flowers bloomed. "Send to Li Dan and Yuan Xi" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty

11. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

12. There is no sorrow when parting comes, no joy when there is new acquaintance. Nine Songs of Chu Ci "Shao Siming"

13. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to the moon. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

14. Where is my hometown, forget it unless you are drunk. Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty "The Bodhisattva is wild, the wind is soft, the sun is thin, and the spring is still early"

15. If there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should be free from the sorrow of separation. "Farewell" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

16. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown, and I dare not ask the visitor. Questions from the Tang and Song Dynasties "Crossing the Han River"

17. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

18. There should be no hatred. When you grow up, you will be round. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

19. In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed.

"Three Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

20. The candle is willing to say goodbye and shed tears for others until dawn. "Farewell" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty

21. When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. Sui Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Every Day"

22. We are far away from each other, and the clothes and belts are getting slower. Nineteen ancient poems "Traveling again and again"

23. Only the water of the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. Tang He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"

24. It is easy to say goodbye but hard to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring. Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty, "Langtaosha makes the rain gurgling outside the curtain"

25. A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and a lamp of ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes. Huang Tingjian of the Northern Song Dynasty "Send Huang Jifu"

26. Separation and hatred are like spring grass, which can lead to life even further. Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty "Qing Ping Le Farewell to Spring Half"

27. Life without seeing each other is like participating in business. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty's "To the Eight Immortals of the Guard"

28. Whoever speaks of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring! "The Wandering Son" by Mengjiao of the Tang Dynasty

29. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone is looking around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts? Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night to Send to Doctor Du" Praising his hometown

How beautiful my hometown is. The transportation is developed, the buildings are exquisite, there are green trees, beautiful flowers, and sparrows. Chirping on the telephone poles, kittens playing under the trees, butterflies flying over the flowers, vendors tumbling down the streets like rivers. Look, the sun is rising slowly, and the red fireball is burning slowly behind the mountain. I still remember the legend told by my grandparents that there is a god living behind the mountain who controls the rise and fall of the sun every day. Look, the green bamboo leaves seem to have been brewed by dew all night, and the leaves have stretched out straight. The posture is as elegant and dignified as a fairy, and seems to have a little bit of coquettish feeling. The pine tree is still standing proudly, as if The father with a straight face ran lazily like the wind, and sent the token of love from the girl Dujuan to Brother Dujuan. He woke up the sleeping little animals, brought a message from Xiquan, and hurriedly sent the flowers to the girl. A whisper passed through my ears. The older generation gets up early, or goes to the bridge for a stroll, or shakes their arms, or goes to the fields to pull vegetables for the day, feed the chickens and ducks, and pick up eggs... Yes, the afterglow falls on the river, and the river is quiet. It flows quietly, reflecting the extinguished sun, like a ribbon, floating gently, and from time to time, small fish are rolling, creating a golden splash. This is my hometown, the hometown that I deeply love. I love its elegance, its depth, and its delicate beauty. The scenery of my hometown is the life in my hometown. There are no historical sites, no crowds of tourists, and no prosperity of the city. Some, just a leisurely life, beautiful and charming. The mountains in my hometown are beautiful. You look at the distant mountains, like a girl covered with a layer of gauze, and her graceful figure shows a dark or shallow hazy beauty, just like the charm of Chinese ink painting. The color of the nearby mountains gradually becomes darker and greener. The closer you get, the closer you get, and your eyes are filled with green. If you stand on the hillside and open your eyes, you will see a dynamic, three-dimensional, realistic and beautiful mountain scenery. The mountains are also dotted with tiled houses with red bricks and white walls. When night falls, the smoke from the kitchen is flying gracefully in the wind, heading towards Wu Gang's osmanthus tree and Chang'e's moon hare. At this moment, the mountain insects are not willing to be silent. They don't need any command, and it is enough for you to be intoxicated by their cheerful singing. The wind blows, and the trees all over the mountain begin to dance lightly. What makes the rustling sound is their happiness. Looking for a pure place where the bright moon shines brightly, I don’t think about anything and am completely intoxicated. Sentences about missing my hometown

Sentences about missing my hometown

1. I miss my hometown where every plant, tree, flower, fruit, clear stream, and calm river has given me the present So many reveries and joys, concerns and hopes, it's like returning to my long-lost hometown and naive childhood. Even in dreams, it can make me feel relaxed and happy, as if I am a few years younger again, and my body and mind are like a fairy.

2. I miss my hometown. The oak trees and poplar trees on the mountain have begun to sprout little red buds. After a winter of loneliness, the birds are now active. They are on the branches. The sight of singing heartily and dancing joyfully.

3. I miss the green willows in my hometown. The gentle spring breeze dyes the endless green fields and ruffles the quietly flowing river. The sweet spring rain is as light as silk, as thin as a needle tip, and woven as densely as a sieve.

4. I miss my hometown. Walking on the terraced fields of my hometown, my feet will be stained with the fragrance of flowers. Looking at the vast fields, my eyes are full of green grass and green seedlings, and my heart will feel a rush from time to time. Stock of drunkenness.

5. I miss the river in my hometown. There are some toon trees growing by the river. They are swaying with dark purple toon buds. In a few days, these spring buds will turn into tender red toon leaves. When I was a child, I often carried a basket to the river, stood on tiptoe, and played.

6. Missing my hometown, the spring in my hometown contains a touching tenderness; the spring in my hometown reveals a satisfying family affection; the spring in my hometown carries a touching tenderness. Deep love.

7. Missing my hometown, the end of winter when everything is bleak, gives birth to all kinds of life, allowing them to embrace each other in the most tender first ray of spring, bringing infinite vitality to People in my hometown.

8. I miss the stars and the bright moon in my hometown. Mid-Autumn Festival is the harvest season. The fields are full of fragrance. On the bright night, I sit with my friends and watch the full moon. Looking at the Moon Palace in the distance, I laugh and say: I saw it. Chang'e, Jade Rabbit, Wu Gang, Guishu.

9. Missing my hometown, I made an appointment with a few classmates to go camping, which meant building a bonfire and watching the stars. There were very few stars in the sky at that time, and the night sky was high and clear, as pure and transparent as a child's heart.

10. Missing my hometown, people and cows enjoy the grass, the cows eat grass, and children chase and play on the grass. Sometimes they pick a few immature tea fruits and use them as bullets to attack each other in the tea mountains. Play field games.

11. I miss my hometown, where the sky is blue and high, the artistic conception of autumn is full and mature, the alluring flavor spreads across the sky, the mature and beautiful autumn mood is refreshing.

12. Missing my hometown, the clear flowing pool of blue water, listening to the gurgling murmur of the autumn water, seems to be saying goodbye to the white clouds, bidding farewell to the hot summer, shaking hands with the blue sky and talking happily, the misty thoughts of autumn are vaguely washing in my heart. The dust of the soul is refreshing.

13. Missing my hometown, I went to the lake to play with my companions. The trees and flowers by the lake were about to bid farewell to the greenery they once had. In their fresh and short life, the branches of the willow trees will grow without regrets. Swaying in the autumn wind, with a nostalgia for the season,

14. Missing my hometown, running in the golden rice fields, the yellow corn, the red apples, the abundant fruits, so ripe and full that The farmer brothers are in a happy mood.

15. I miss the blooming flowers on the mountains in my hometown. The originally bare trees have also been replaced with new green clothes, the fruit trees have also bloomed beautiful flowers, and the birds are singing on the branches, so sweet and so sweet. Beautiful.

16. I miss my hometown. The Tiger Peak on the back of the village towers into the sky. In the early sunshine, it exudes the vitality of eternal youth. The redwood trees guard their woodlands, and in the thick of autumn they give birth to their young, filling their branches with thousands of pine cones.

17. I miss my hometown. The garden is really beautiful. The bushes seem to have spread from the sky to the bottom of the ditch. The colors of the seabuckthorn forest are all over the hillside. The fruits in the garden are birds, mice and insects. son's granary.

18. I miss my hometown. At that time, I walked out of the Long March, climbed over the sandstone, climbed to the temple slope, and stood on the ground beam. The villages were busy, and Sigou Village was the heart. I looked around at a glance. , elm tree flat, elm trees grow everywhere; Xuejia ditch, the birch forest is like snow; the water flows along the ditch, making the river pebbles slippery and colorful.

19. Missing my hometown, the lakeside is paved with colorful floor tiles, and various woods are planted at random, with branches full of flowers and thick green leaves. In addition, the lake surface is as level as a mirror, showing the harmonious atmosphere of peaceful times.

20. I miss my hometown. Every plant, tree, scene and thing there has left a deep impression and strong feelings on me. It has given me a lot of childlike interest in my childhood and a lot of nostalgia in my youth. , gave me many memories in my middle age. Whether the water in my hometown is beautiful or not depends on whether I am close to the people in my hometown. Sentences about missing my hometown Sentences about missing my hometown

Dear hometown, you are getting younger and younger. Your children are no longer young. I miss you softly. I dream about you slowly. I pray silently that you can always be beautiful.

Walking on the spring fields with gentle footsteps, grabbing a handful of soil, exuding an intoxicating fragrance, catching a butterfly, and gently letting it fly. The spring in the countryside will always be blurred. Beautiful, the song of the land mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. The wheat seedlings jointed in the moisture of sweat, and played a not beautiful but very moving melody with the drizzle blown by the breeze.

When you go out, you can’t help but feel a touch of homesickness. What exactly this feeling is like, I can’t explain. When it comes to girls being homesick, I don’t object to that; as for boys, it seems that they shouldn’t feel homesick. This may be right. Just like me, I stay away from home all year round and only go home once a year, and only once a year. During the traditional Chinese festivals, I only go home once during the Spring Festival. After graduating from college, I traveled here and there for work. I have long been accustomed to the wandering life. Maybe it is the feeling of being at home all over the world and wandering around the world.

The end of each semester is the time that I yearn for the most. Usually I can't hold back my emotions in the week before a vacation. This week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the happiness of going home, not to mention reviewing my homework. This is also the most frustrating point for me. My mind always defeats my reason. Every time I pick up a book to review it, and when I cradle my feet for a while, the joy comes to my heart again. Of course, I throw the textbook aside and go to pack my luggage. , even though my luggage has been collected by me many times

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach blossoms, a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. Song Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu"

I miss my hometown and the small bookstore in my hometown. I miss my hometown and the plum trees in my hometown. I miss my hometown and the small stone road in my hometown. I miss my hometown and my classmates. ah! Hometown, I miss you under the bright moonlight at this moment! Are you missing each other as much as I am at this moment? I am waiting for you slowly under the bright moonlight.

My hometown is in the far north, where beautiful mountains and rivers and outstanding people are like a bright pearl embedded in the northern part of the motherland. If my hometown is a pearl, then the lotus pond is the brilliant light on the pearl. Spring returns to the earth, everything returns to spring, and the lotus pond also wakes up. The lotus pond in spring is not very charming, just a monotonous green, water green, light green, or elegant dark green. The green is dotted with a few dots of white, which are the few small white lotus flowers blooming on the edge, floating on the water like the lotus leaves on the edge, which are very eye-catching in spring.

A mountain road is opened at the bottom of Longchang Temple, and a willow forest is planted in front of Bazi Terrace. If the official position and hometown are forgotten, who can win the king's heart?

Beauty is all my memory of you. When spring comes, your beauty is far greater than my excited heart. Bees and butterflies are flying, the grass is growing and warblers are flying. What is even more beautiful is your soft wind, which wakes up my hibernating happiness. When summer comes quietly, the commotion only belongs to those who are restless, but you are silently nurturing the fruits of life. It is you who made me understand that the greatest beauty in the world is selfless giving; when the autumn girl sings When the sweet carols dance, you smile and bloom. The harvest season belongs to me and you. At this time, you are endowed with mature beauty; when winter is wrapped in silver makeup, you fall asleep, but you The silence is not depression or decadence, but the accumulation of strength in waiting. I am crazy, I am in love, I am fascinated, I am drunk, so I am intoxicated by the beauty of my hometown.

The garrisonmen looked at the side with sad faces as they thought about returning home. Li Bai

Hometown is a melodious clear flute, which always makes people dream; hometown is a bright moonlight, which always makes people excited; hometown is a string of eternal memories, which always make people dream. It makes people miss you when you think of it.

Those people and things in my hometown are the most beautiful in the song, the most charming in the moonlight, and the most profound in the memory.

I wonder if the crops in my hometown still remember us? In the spring we line up to sow and fertilize, and in the fall we harvest. When night fell, we were so tired that it was so comfortable to lie on the wagon pulling firewood and count the stars.

My hometown does not have a prosperous city, a tragic castle, or a forest so green that it can melt all your thoughts. But if you hear one of Schubert's solos in the sunset on your journey, the imagination that makes you suddenly burst into tears is often the path in your hometown and the moonlit night in your hometown, which can't help but recall the poet's lonely sigh thousands of years ago. Hometown Ming.

Although the mountain city is deserted, the bamboo trees are beautiful. The county's salary is not much, but it is enough for food and clothing. External fatigue arises from the heart, and the tiredness of the mind calms down on its own. If you still want to forget your hometown, who can be counted as an official? It is advisable to care about both the far and near, and be obedient to the north and the south. It's a pity to go back, and it's okay to live in the end of the world.

I miss the high mountain in my hometown. Although it is not as beautiful as Hengshan Mountain in Nanyue, nor as steep as Huashan Mountain in Xiyue Mountain, it is still tall and handsome. The main peak reaches straight into the sky, making the sky in my hometown high and deep. It is evergreen all year round, shaded by green trees, and very quiet. When the Shanmin flowers bloom, the mountains and fields are dotted with pink flowers, and the stars are dotted, which is really beautiful; when the Shanmin fruits are ripe, it makes people salivate, and even makes the children run all over the mountain. The sound of that time still rings in their ears. Nursery rhyme: In July, half of the mountain is sour; in August, half of the mountain is red; in September, nine mountains are full of wine. In fact, I like the mountains in my hometown because the background of my life is the nature of the mountains, and my personality has the shadow and nature of the mountains. I yearn for the mountains in my hometown because they are as hard-working and straightforward as the people in my hometown. They hold the sunrise in the morning and give the morning glow a bright glow; they watch the sunset in the evening and give the sunset a glow. I admire the mountain in my hometown because it is as loyal and strong as my father, with his straight backbone and broad chest. Standing up is like a mountain.

Looking up at the bright moon and looking down at my hometown, I can see how deeply the wanderers miss their hometown. Wang Wei's eternal line about being alone in a foreign land and being a stranger in a foreign land, and missing his loved ones even more during festive seasons, reveals the sadness of being in a foreign land. Cen Shen's hometown looks eastward with a long road, and his sleeves are full of tears, which expresses his longing for his hometown. My hometown, the place where I grew up, where I left so many laughter and laughter!

The mountains are long and the water is long. The little bit of love can't be blown away along the way, and the lovesickness can't be separated. I can only send a lovesick heart to the bright moon, just as the bright moon sends lovesickness thousands of miles away. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Suddenly I burst into tears because I thought of my neighbor at that time. I can live in my neighbor's house if I want to, and eat in my neighbor's house if I want to eat. My neighbor's uncles, uncles, aunts, brothers, and brothers dote on me and give me all the good stuff. And I also playfully played with my neighbor’s grandma, causing her to chase me with a cane and her little lotus feet. I even laughed at me while I was running. Now, such happiness and joy have disappeared like smoke. It seems as if in front of you, when you reach out to touch them, they turn into sand.

It’s hard to let go of my hometown relatives, and it’s even harder to let go of my hometown feelings. The wanderers expressed their homesickness in wine and their feelings in Du Kang. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness. Under the weak candlelight, accompanied by tears and melancholy, I drank in my deep longing for my hometown. Nostalgia is like a blue thread, always tied to my heart. There are tears in my heart, I only feel the kindness of my hometown, I only feel the warmth of my hometown, I only feel the colorful colors of my hometown. Hometown, hometown, the hometown that haunts me in my dreams, when can I enter your heart again.