I miss home very much.

First, if life is regarded as four seasons, then home is the clothes that alternate with four seasons; If life is a long journey, then home is a warm post.

Second, I saw you dissipate in my arms in your last life, and I saw you drink Meng Po Tang. I saw that you were born in a different world, but you couldn't help running away. It doesn't matter if you don't remember me. I just hope you remember me in this life.

Third, the sky in a foreign land, I am a kite with a broken line; On the surface of a foreign land, I am a rootless duckweed; The night in a foreign land, the moon is thin, and there is no room for homesickness. People in a foreign land, home is fire; On the way to a foreign land, home is a lamp; On the night of a foreign land, home is a dream, which can't round up homesickness. Du Yan of Changzhou, Jiangsu Province used a corner of the column to express his different feelings when he was homesick.

Fourth, when I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart. The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.

Five, homesick, very homesick, in the early morning, in the evening of the sunset, the feelings of missing in my heart become long and deep.

Sixth, home, I was born and raised in Sri Lanka. Home, the gas station of my life. Home, the paradise of my soul. Every hotel window always reminds you of home, a place where you can keep leaving and coming back.

For those of us who leave home to make a living, home is always a warm harbor. No matter how long the journey is, no matter how difficult it is, we can't resist the desire for home. Today, I want to go home for the New Year, and go back to see that dreamy hometown, that mountain, that water, that every inch of land that raised me.

No matter how far away from home, I always miss home, because home is my real destination.

Looking out of the window, the drizzle is still lingering, and the sultry autumn rain has once again disturbed my heart and inadvertently touched the sensitive string homesickness!

Ten, this period of time away from home, the kite in my heart is broken, and my thoughts evaporate day by day. The bitterness in my heart can't be said. A bottle of mellow wine is like a jar of vinegar.

XI。 I miss worrying about sleep, and my pillow towel is wet with tears; The feeling of homesickness, touching pain.

I didn't want to go home so much in previous years. The end of this year is approaching, but I have an inexplicable impulse to go home. But now I'm not what I used to be. I don't know when to start and when to leave. Home is a yearning and a luxury for me. Grandpa, mom and dad miss you. I am homesick. I want to post Spring Festival couplets at home. I want to go home and have dinner with you. I want to go home and pay a New Year call to you. I’m going home.

Thirteen, the passage of time has diluted a lot, and life has made me strong and profound. Maybe I have stopped crying, but my homesickness has always been in my heart.

Fourteen, the long dusty road, where is the end, unforgettable homeland, unforgettable home, step by step. The bright moon in my hometown has been away from you for too long. My son will be homesick after a long journey. Don't shed tears in vain.

Fifteen, sometimes I feel like a neuropathy; Not only do you struggle with yourself, but you will also disturb others.

Sixteen, because there is a home, so happy. It is the richest kingdom and the warmest place in the world.

No matter you walk alone on the street in a foreign land, you never find a sense of belonging. Or are you having dinner with friends, smiling happily and flashing a trace of loneliness?

A prodigal son is like a fallen leaf in autumn, but after the autumn wind, he will take root and sprout. I wonder if the leaves in their hometown have fallen? I wonder if people in my hometown will miss me.

Nineteen, in the season full of thoughts, full of sincere wishes, willing to bring you infinite joy and warmth.

At the age of twenty, I suddenly feel homesick for the place where I was born and raised, even if my parents are around now. Especially the path to school, the food stalls around the school, and the charming snow scene in winter. I have worked for three years since I left home for school. I have never missed that land so much. I can't help but wonder if I can take root in this city.

Twenty-one, sleepless nights, I remembered the tortillas made by my mother, which were crisp and fragrant; I remembered the bowl of green tea that grandma handed me. When you talk nonsense with a fever, the fragrance of tea moistens your throat. I think of my father's broad shoulders playing riding games behind my back. The big boy's breathing is so rapid that it is suffocating. I entered a sweet dream.

I came back from Nanjing two days ago and went to Nanjing yesterday. I came back at noon this afternoon. My senior went back to school to have a look. She invited me to dinner and a movie. I was in a good mood in the afternoon and was told to go to Nanjing for a physical examination the day after tomorrow. During the tossing and turning these days, I didn't feel particularly homesick.

Twenty-three, home is a harbor to comfort the soul; Home is a panacea for mental trauma; Home is the warm sunshine in the cold winter; Home is the spiritual sustenance of a wanderer from afar.

24. Home is our eternal root. No matter how far we go, even the ends of the earth, we can't leave its heart and care. Home has our best dreams and fairy tales. No matter how complicated it is outside, as long as we think about it, we won't be afraid!

Twenty-five, wandering outside, always missing my hometown, it is difficult to leave my hometown, and the leaves return to the roots. When I want to go home, my mood will be restless for a long time.

I never want to leave home. Intuitively, I know how easily distance can become a permanent obstacle.

Twenty-seven, unforgettable night, wandering people, always reveal a touch of sadness, this sadness, but it is so precious. Because at this moment, I am me without a mask.