Sentences about homesickness

There is a beautiful place, a paradise on earth where I live in my heart, where the mountains, water and people are more beautiful. And I have already left my soul in a small village near the mountains and rivers. On holidays, I miss my hometown twice, one grass and one flower, one tree and one wood, one brick and one tile.

On a faint summer night, under the wooden lattice window covered with loofah and ivy, I was tired of watching. Suddenly, a bird song pierced the lonely sky and floated into my ears. Oh, I wonder where my hometown is. It's also the Dragon Boat Festival! How time flies!

In that deep homesickness, it seems that there are parents' exhortations, as if there are parents' concerns, as if there are their efforts. It has always been in my heart, rushing by 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.

The direction of hometown is the most beautiful gaze in the depths of memory. When I am integrated into that native land, too many emotions are revealed, too many scenes reappear, too much sadness pervades, and too much joy lingers. When I had to get up and say goodbye again, I unloaded years of fatigue and entrusted my full dreams and expectations to my hometown.

Homesickness is always related to distance and going abroad. Homesickness is a line through time and space, one end is a wanderer, and the other end is hometown. The farther a wanderer goes, the tighter his homesickness becomes. When the wanderer's hair is gray and exhausted, he draws the deepest and deepest mark in his heart.