Talk about the mood of going home for the New Year.

Talk about the mood of going home for the New Year.

With the widespread use of social networks, more and more people are keen to share their joys and sorrows by posting on social platforms. Do you often not know what to say? The following is my collection of feelings about going home for the New Year for reference only. Welcome to reading.

1. Home, if you want to go home, take a look at the starting point, the future home, the past hurried years and happy years, and finally let the memory overflow and cry by yourself. Want to stop, want to let go of the burden. Go home, whether it rains outside Sichuan or not; Go home, no matter how many reasons. At this moment, I just want to pack my bags and shout, "I want to go home!" " "

2. Want to go home. When I was wandering outside, I thought of going home. Listen to mom's nagging and hug dad's warm arms. I'm going home. Whenever festivals come, I want to go home. Lying in my mother's bed, listening to her lesbian family and tasting the meals carefully cooked by my father. I'm going home. Seeing other people's families happy together, I thought of going home. Talk to your mother about the happy things around you, and win an unbeaten military flag with your father.

Today is my mother's birthday, and I must go home for dinner. It's another warm winter this year, and I haven't seen any snowflakes. I hope it will snow, let the impetuous world calm down and find the winter appearance of my hometown in my memory. Go home for dinner. What a sweet sentence. The name of a hotel downstairs is "Go home for dinner", and the restaurant next to it seems a little deserted, but this one is booming, perhaps because of this warm feeling.

The most precious thing in the world is the true feelings of relatives. Who was whose idea? Home, a table, a family, a lifetime, a good life, a good wife, a good child, a good house. The taste of missing, the sorrow of separation, when you are away from home, remember to have a family, love and a wife! Become homesick, for home, for home, for home, for home.

5. The bright smiling face in the park, the heavy breathing in the snow, and the lonely back on the road. China's New Year is coming, which means many vagrants will go home soon. Going home for the New Year is the most precious gift for parents. Set foot on the journey home and measure the distance home with your steps.

6. Time flies, time goes by little by little, and it's the Spring Festival again. When people go home again, they are crowded into a small box office, staying up all night, writing anxiety on their faces, eating and sleeping, no matter how hard it is, standing or leaning, they can have a dream of going home. The ticket is still very small. However, this is people's worry. The increasing number of trains still can't shorten the way home. The ever-increasing high-speed rail still can't bear the pain of people going home. The crowded green car still carries the dream of returning home year after year, recording the pain year after year.

7. Home is a ticket, which is still connected with the warmth in my heart across Qian Shan. The direction of hometown is warm, warm mountains, warm water and warm local accent. Go in a warm direction, and you won't get lost no matter how far you go. The direction of home is the direction of the heart. The biggest dream is to go home after the Spring Festival. No matter how busy, go home and have a look; No matter how tired you are, you should go home for dinner. If you have money, you will go home; Peace is a blessing when officials are big or small. I think the so-called happiness means going home for dinner, being safe, simple and happy.

8. Get a love and have a home; Nesting warms the memory of a generation; Because I changed a room, I fulfilled my lifelong dream; Because of a you, drunk for three generations; Living in a pillow and sleeping in a cave to die, life and death are inseparable. With you, home and happiness. Light rain, light thinking, light life. Healthy and relaxed; Living is easy; Life is not easy. Living in clouds and flowing water, a hundred years of harmony. When we go out to support our families, we often feel homesick and we are eager to go home. The warmest thing in the world is the care of family.

9. Slowly, people grow taller and the almanac can be torn on tiptoe. I know, I have grown up. At that time, the old cement floor and the old cauldron firewood stove in the kitchen were transformed into gas stoves and shiny floor tiles because of the spring breeze of reform and opening up, the struggle of family members and the accumulated virtues of ancestors. At that time, the boy who could only knock chopsticks now knocks a spatula. My mother became me at that time, washing vegetables for me, pouring water for me, watching me pour oil and cooking. When I turned around, one thing remained the same: my mother's smile. People! What a reincarnation animal. Still alive in the world, my mother and I have started the call and reincarnation of roles, thanks to life and food for us to know.

10. Home in memory is the voice of grandma washing clothes; It has the shaking sound of jujube trees, persimmon trees and osmanthus trees fluttering in the wind; This is the babbling sound of birds singing, and the spring breeze blowing on the willow branches. The home in memory is a simple farmhouse with blue tiles and high eaves; It is a golden house with herds of livestock and fragrant wild fruits; It is the natural scenery and mountains and rivers filled with smoke; It is a warm harbor full of laughter and fireworks.

1 1. Home, every time I set foot on my journey home, I feel joy beyond words. But every time I go home, the sadness of leaving home is beyond words. When I went home again, I suddenly found that my father was not so tall and my mother had white hair. I only know that time has taken away their best appearance, but I always ask them for it, but I never think of their difficulties. In retrospect, when I was a child, my father always stood behind me silently, propping up a big umbrella for me, and my mother always advised me to wear more clothes to prevent catching a cold.

12. If I want to go home, I want to turn around and jump into the warmth of my memory. How I want to put down my luggage, pack my bags and go home. Even if you are just a osmanthus tree in your yard, you are not sad or hesitant. You should stand in an eternal posture, facing the sun. Still be a golden wheat in the field, and my heart will not fail despite the storm. Go home, go home. In a hurry, I have been looking for it all my life, walking through big cities, big hutongs, high-rise buildings, low-rise houses, traffic and prosperity. Passing by doesn't necessarily mean stopping, because I want to go home. I have unspoken love words in my chest. Go home, go home. With tears in my eyes, is home still there? Is the personnel still the same? Is life the same?

13. Home, go home, I want to go home, even though it's a long way, even though my bag is empty, there is only one train ticket left. Go home, go home, holding a string of tears of full moon, humming songs of wandering all the way, go home, ABBA, Er went home today, are you all right? Is the camellia outside the fence in bloom? The way my father looked around at the bow, the tears my grandmother tried gently when she woke up, and the bunch of Wang Chunlan watered by A-mei with love songs.

14. When the sun goes down, just like my mother smiled and called us home for dinner, we raised our voices: Mom, go home for dinner! What a beautiful and warm scene that would be? It's a pity that I'm in a foreign land at the moment, and I can't realize this little wish right away. How much magic and happiness can food bring us? I don't know, but one thing is certain: food often brings us magic beyond our imagination.

15. The song "Going Home" started again, which made me dream of the ridges of red terraces, layers of wheat waves, curled cigarettes and fences woven by moonlight. It snowed in the evening sky, which made me smell the fragrance of wintersweet, picked corn, strings of red peppers, and a dried old bacon outside the window.

16. What's this? Home is a hot spring in winter, which can always give you unexpected warmth. What is home? Home is the water source in the desert, which can always give you unexpected help when you need it most. What is home? Home is an extremely common compass, which can stop in the north and south for you forever. It is home that gives me irreplaceable life, unforgettable fairy tales and perfect wings to fly freely.

17. I can't imagine how my parents spent these years when I was away from home. I can't imagine what it's like for them to see other children spending holidays with their parents whenever I'm away. I can't imagine how helpless my parents are whenever I'm not around. I set foot on the road home again. This time, I returned to my parents with my gratitude, my thoughts and my sincere love. Even if it is only for a few days, I am deeply satisfied. Daughters in other places only wish them health and happiness.