Excerpts from beautiful sentences about homesickness.

1, this city is bustling and empty, with vain happiness, but I am barren everywhere, looking for strange familiarity. When your hand reached out, there were levels of pain and weakness I endured. You said it was time to go home. Although it is bustling and noisy, it never belongs to us. The local accent curled up and tears flowed from my eyes.

2. On the dock full of ships, a green island is sleeping soundly. The street lamp trembled silently in the darkness. The last bus left the station, and the people who came back at night walked quietly through the country road.

Homesickness is a cup of tea, a mediocre metaphor, but I like it very much. I don't want to say homesickness is wine, because homesickness is not as strong as wine. Homesickness can only be a wisp of fragrance in the dark night without people, which will dissolve us from the noisy world bit by bit. Homesickness is tea, and there is always some sweetness in bitterness; Homesickness is tea, but it will not fade away.

4. Some things have passed, leaving traces and becoming years and memories. Although there is a little pain, it will be ignored occasionally, but it will never be forgotten. Some emotions, like the simple feelings of teenagers, will show a faint blue color after experiencing a disaster.

There is a simple and sunny heart with a faint blue color. There is a pure happiness that supports the fatigue day after day. Maybe everything will change when we grow up. If we see more clutches, our hearts will be as hard as iron. However, in the dark, silent, inch by inch, peeling off are missing bodies.

6. A white railroad track lengthens the trace of winter. Lavender smoke is clear and messy, and the air is filled with beautiful traces of migratory birds. A string of deep and shallow footprints floated on the boundless snowfield, and the unforgettable memory gradually blurred.

7. Every night is a rainbow in my dream, connecting the distance between my heart and my hometown. Day after day, it is a boiling river, silently flowing with the homesickness of the soul. Who's that? When I arrived at the Yellow River, the strong Henan accent moved me back to the thick soil of the Central Plains. Who's that? On Songshan, a homesick poem brought me back to my hometown.

8. In that homesickness, time took me far away. In my memory, that little girl, her carefree happiness and youth, became drifting away. Carved a nostalgic look and let me collect it forever.

9. Homesick people! Homesickness is an incurable pain. For people who are far away from home, everything in their hometown is so beautiful. Hometown is a flower that never fades; Hometown is an eternal painting; The flavor of hometown is very strong. My beautiful hometown! Devoted my endless thoughts. I don't know when, when and when I can go back to my hometown. But will the trees in those mountains still be there? Will everything change? Yes! With the passage of time, everything may change, but my homesickness will never change.

10, homesickness is a kind of memory, memory is unpredictable, and homesickness is not enough. Wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, the hometown in memory will never change. We will tell every detail accurately, but when we return to our hometown, we find that great changes have taken place. We would rather see a village in memory than be ruthlessly tampered with by time. But when we left disappointed, homesickness began to accumulate and ferment again, so we tried to touch the knocker of our hometown in memory.

1 1, I stood looking at my hometown in the distance, my eyes were full of bitter tears, and my homesickness was still so long. How could I not want to go? Although time has changed its logo, I still read it, think about it and never forget it.

12, my homesickness! The mountains floating in my hometown are like clouds in the past. My homesickness Filled the sky, but tortured my heart. My homesickness This is a sad sigh after I woke up from my dream. My homesickness It is a kind of slightly blue smoke, which is white and curly. My homesickness It's the pain in my heart. My homesickness It is the eternal pain in my heart. I've been wondering if leaving my hometown is a doomed mistake.

Homesickness is a habit. Just like eating shallots at home, you can never adapt to the coriander in Beijing. Homesickness gives us a state of mind. Because of it, we will think of the zongzi wrapped by grandma when the Dragon Boat Festival comes, the grave when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, and the frozen rice candy and sweet wine when the Spring Festival comes.

14, the affectionate sea opens its warm arms. White clouds kissed the cheek affectionately, and the erratic footsteps swept the still earth with the wind. Filar silk longed to sneak into my heart, and then disappeared.

15, miss, like a trickle, running in the years separated by mountains and rivers, feel it with your heart, and the warmth remains the same. Harvest more feelings, more beauty and more happiness with gratitude. Standing in the years, I looked around, and the days of blooming spring flowers were near, so I smiled sweetly!

16, homesickness is also a local accent. Sometimes it is buried underground in our daily life, but it keeps fermenting, so we will inadvertently pop up a dialect when we speak fluent Mandarin, so we will be so sensitive to the familiar sounds that suddenly sound in thousands of accents, so we will easily switch between two different languages skillfully. The local accent is always a sign of which land we belong to.

17, in the thick homesickness, it seems that there are still parents' exhortations, as if there are parents' concerns, as if there are their efforts. It has been in my heart, walking in a hurry in the long river of time. Before I remembered its benefits, it ran away from my eyes, making me want to complain. When I want to turn around and take a closer look, I can't find the familiar call, kind parents, girls and youth, only the passage of time and vicissitudes collide in my heart.

Good sentences about homesickness 2

The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before Shan Ye is dispersed by the evaporated water vapor of the sun. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle. (Feng Deying)

The bright moonlight decorated the night sky and the earth in spring. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast and mysterious. Dense stars, like small sparks in the sea, flicker and beat tiny spots of light. In quiet sleep, fields, villages and trees are covered with silver gauze. Mountains, vaguely like clouds and islands on the sea, seem to summon ships sailing at night, shining with a little purplish fire from time to time. (Wu Qiang)

The bitter and hot air seems to have stagnated; Hot face waited sadly for the wind, but it didn't come. The sun is shining in the dark blue sky; The shore opposite us is the Yan wheat field in Huang Chengcheng. In some places, absinthe grows, but there is not even an ear of wheat. (Turgenev)

The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream. After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night. (Liu Zhuode)

The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon, which had been swallowed for a long time, suddenly jumped out, like a freshly baked golden plate, dazzling and glowing with golden light, illuminating the whole earth. Frogs on the lotus leaves, grasshoppers in the grass and birds on the branches are all awakened by this sudden light, cheering and singing loudly. (Wang Zifu)

The rolling purple light, half hidden behind the poplar road, casts colorful light on the waking earth. Gradually, the dazzling clouds were parted, the sun appeared like a fireball, and the red light like fire poured down on trees, plains, oceans and the whole earth. (Mo Bosang)

Under the bodhi tree, it is cool and quiet; When flies and bees fly to the shade of trees, their songs seem to become particularly gentle; Oil-green grass, without any gold, is fresh and lovely, and looks flat without any fluctuation; The slender stems stand upright and do not tremble, as if they have lost their dreams; There are countless small yellow flowers hanging on the short branches of the bodhi tree. They are motionless as if they were dead. With each breath, the fragrance permeates the heart, and the heart can easily absorb the fragrance. Far away, on the other side of the river, until the horizon, everything is brilliant; From time to time, a breeze passes by, wrinkling Ye Ping and strengthening the light; A bright mist enveloped the whole field. Birds are silent. In the hot noon, birds never sing. However, the hehe sound of the weaver girl is everywhere. Sitting quietly in the quiet shade and listening to the warm singing of life makes people feel very happy. It makes people sleepy, but it also tempts deep fantasy dreams. (Turgenev)

It's not sunrise yet, it's just a little dawn; This is a wonderful and infinite moment. In the deep white sky, there are still a few stars scattered. The ground was dark, the sky was white, the weeds trembled slightly, and everything was shrouded in mysterious light. A lark seems to meet the stars and sing in the sky. The vast sky seems to hold its breath and listen to the ode that this little life sings for the boundless universe. In the east, the glass mountain canyon reflects the bronze horizon, showing its shadow; The dazzling Taibai Star hangs on the top of this mountain, as if it were a soul flying out of this dark Shan Ye. (Hugo)

It is late at night. The dark blue sky, like being washed by clear water, is as clean, soft and solemn as water; There is no moon, no swimming clouds, and the blue sky in Wan Li has only twinkling stars, just like countless broken jade flowers sprinkled on boundless blue satin. The night is cool and gently floating; Dew, quietly condensed. Where Chi Xinli was dumped by Chang Jie, the heart-shaped leaves of poplar were covered with dew. The dew grew bigger and rounder. Suddenly, a drop of dew rolled down, and another drop of dew, pattering, pattering (Liu Yazhou)

When the earth just woke up from dawn, clear laughter came from the solemn and cool orchard. The joy of birds has given way to other corners. Some small beetles, who love to fly around in the morning breeze, are running around uneasily. Dense leaves wriggle slightly on the spreading branches, but they can't cover up the fruits. You can see the dew shining occasionally in that bush, just like the dazzling stars in a foggy night. A layer of fluff or a thin cream on those red skin is even softer and wetter. Clouds rose in Ran Ran, and through the thick green leaves, golden clouds sparkled, and wisps of transparent lavender and light yellow light were reflected in the Woods. (Ding Ling)

The morning glow gradually shows purple, blue and green colors. The rising sun showed the first light. Never seen this bright red so red; I have never seen such a bright red. The fireball rose in an instant; The rosy clouds are hidden in the gaze. Light and shadow are ever changing; Space emits a hundred beams of light. (Xu Chi)

The setting sun seems to roll in the golden rosy clouds and then sink behind the gloomy horizon. The red fireball sparkled on Phnom Penh, bursting out with two or three fiery sparks, so the vague outline of the distant Woods suddenly emerged with continuous light blue lines.