Homesick sentences

1, born there, grew up there, and now, in a foreign country, looking at the west.

2. Maybe it's the Dragon Boat Festival that I haven't touched my hometown for many years. The beauty born in memory is a fragment of childhood, which is very kind.

Every Dragon Boat Festival, you will feel homesick. Maybe it's the mountains and water in my hometown, with the atmosphere of Dragon Boat Festival.

Whenever there is a bright moon in the sky, I miss my hometown like a tide, like a flood.

When I came to Daqing, there was no Dragon Boat Festival to let me find my previous shadow, because there were no mountains and no winding rivers in Daqing.

6. Hometown is a fragment of the wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage, the more you don't understand, and the more you can't cut out a complete picture.

7. Hometown is an old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it is put on hold, the more mellow it will taste.

8. I am homesick. I think of the big bed I slept in, the table I ate, and the lively scene of a family together.

9. Because of love, I deeply understand that it is not easy to get home! Because I miss home, I love it and miss it forever when I leave home.

10, I can only escape cowardice, come out and don't want to go back to that heartbreaking place, even I thought that death would solve all my problems and troubles!

1 1. Looking at the drizzle outside the window, it still lingers. The sultry autumn rain once again disturbed my heart and inadvertently touched that sensitive string-homesickness!

12, my home, if I have to describe it in words, I suddenly find that I can't write it. It's not that there is nothing to write, but that I want to write too much and have nowhere to put my pen to paper.

13, he wants to go home. He wants to go home in a hurry and can't walk. However, he found himself unable to move at all with all his strength.

14. 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.

15, the smoke in my hometown is like a silk thread, one end tied in my hometown and the other in my heart. It accompanied me through a long time and became an unforgettable memory in my life.

16, my heart is always bitter! I am so useless. I am a member of the family, but I can only watch my family break up and do nothing! Never feel the warmth of home again!

17, it is said that home is the harbor of the soul, home is the shelter of life, and home is synonymous with warmth. Really! When a person is extremely psychologically fragile, the only thing that comes to mind is home.

18, I used to go for an outing with my friends, but now I don't have much contact. That sweet happiness has been hidden in my heart, and no one has shared it with me. Every Dragon Boat Festival, I feel homesick.

19. Missing my hometown is actually missing my childhood friends, my old house and my land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.

20. Homesickness is a habit, a mood and a growth. If you are homesick, call home; Even a few casual words can dispel the winter chill in my heart.

2 1, that "homecoming station", the homecoming station for overseas travelers! Standing on this shore to see the other shore, standing on the other shore to see this shore, are homesick, are inseparable from home!

22, hometown, how many nights I lay in bed facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that every star hides a smiling face, making people want to wear it.

23. Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants and a post for the soul. In short, this is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family.

24. I was once addicted to life's frustration. However, the beautiful scenery, simple family and unchanged posture of hometown have faded into a song without words and a poem with Kubinashi rhyme.

25. Although homesickness may bring a touch of melancholy, it is still a healthy and noble emotion, and it is the spiritual bond that keeps the wanderer with his hometown and motherland. I would like to sing an ode to this feeling.

26, a person lying in bed quietly thinking, what is home like? Quarrel? Is it broken? Separation? What is home really like! Why is there no memory of home in my mind? Nobody knows how to explain it.

27. I am homesick because I left home, and I am homesick because I am homesick. I really want to go back and see the smiling face after a long separation, listen to the chatter, feel everything I haven't seen for a long time, and then embark on a journey.

28. When the sun sets and dusk falls, the smoke from the kitchen is soft and boneless, but there are ten thousand kinds of customs. That is my father's plow, the sweat on my father's bronze back, my mother's kindness and the warmth of my childhood.

29. A shower wet all my memories. Homesickness is like a garden full of leeks. Long cut; Cut it long. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around.

30. I am homesick. I miss the dim light. When you see it at night, there will be a warm current flowing into your blood and flowing all over your body in cold weather. My numb legs will have endless strength and fly back.

3 1, homesickness, like a cup of strong tea, with a bit of elegance in bitterness; Homesickness, like the timbre of saxophone, is far-reaching and long, giving you homesickness; Homesickness, like a breeze in March, caresses you gently.

32. When I feel homesick, I get depressed. When I am homesick, it is difficult for me to fall asleep at night. Since I came to Xinxiang Kindergarten, I can't help thinking of home every night.

33. Home is a harbor. If you go far, you will naturally come back and park in the harbor. Home is to rely on, and when you are tired, you lie in a soft bed, deeply intoxicated. Home is the eternal habitat of human beings.

34. Being away from home, home is the yearning of "Wan Li in a butterfly dream". On the way home, home is the urgency of "shrinking thousands of miles"; After a long separation, home is the kind of "relaxed and secure" comfort.

35. Don't talk about the township head, no matter how long it is, it can't compare with my thoughts; Don't say that the world is far away, no matter how far it is, it is far from my eyes; Don't say the sky is high, no matter how high it is, it can't be higher than I thought. Hometown, you are the eternal root in people's hearts.

36. Home is a harbor. If you go far, you will naturally come back and park in the harbor. Home depends on it. When you are tired, you lie down, sink into the soft bed and get drunk. Home is the eternal habitat of human beings.

37. My ear seems to remember Li Houzhu's exclamation after the national death: "Thousands of miles away, it is easier to see when it is not time." I can only dream of strangers. How painful it is to be homeless or have a home and not be able to go back!

38. The mountains are long and the water is long. I can't get rid of this feeling along the way, and I haven't stopped worrying about acacia. I only send a heart of lovesickness to the moon, just as the moon sends a thousand miles of lovesickness. I hope people will live for a long time and be beautiful thousands of miles away.

I have been away from home for many years. Every Dragon Boat Festival, the thick Ai Xiang reminds me of homesickness. The mountains, water, everything and relatives in my hometown are lingering in front of my eyes.

40. 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.

4 1, I always feel something is missing on holidays. Is this a custom? Or did you ever remember? Now that I think about it, these are all missing. What is missing is the deceased relatives, my dearest grandmother. More than two years have passed, and I still refuse to wake up like a dream.

42. Everyone will miss home, especially in the dead of night, which will make you miss home. Dad, mom, brother, my 80-year-old grandmother loves me. Thinking and thinking will make you feel asleep.

43. Although we have the customs of eating zongzi, eating eggs and racing dragon boats during the Dragon Boat Festival, it is far less necessary than planting wormwood on both sides of every household. During the Dragon Boat Festival, the whole village was filled with the fragrance of wormwood.

44. 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.

45. Time flies. In a trance, it is the Dragon Boat Festival. I remember in my hometown, early in the morning on the fifth day of May, my mother went to the field in front of my house and cut a large bundle of mugwort leaves and planted them on both sides of the gate. It is also a custom to say that it can ward off evil spirits.

46. It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window; Tonight, the wind is knocking on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, expanding for no reason. The dream of wandering for many days vaguely climbed the winding path in the village.

47. On a faint summer night, I was tired of watching under the wooden lattice window covered with loofah and ivy. 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!

48. Close your eyes and fall asleep. In the dreamland, at home, there is no noise, no disputes, only peace, and there is an indelible shadow, the shadow of the sail, which is the call of true feelings, and it is as simple as going home.

49. A white railroad track has lengthened 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.

Walking on the path in my hometown, the nature, harmony and comfort, like the wind, slowly drifted into my heart. There are some cement roads and some dirt roads in my hometown, but this has not affected my enthusiasm for my hometown.

5 1, in that homesickness, time took me 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.

52. There is a beautiful place, living in a paradise on earth 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.

53. anxious to return, I believe everyone has had this experience. In fact, it's not just an arrow home. I wish I could become a beam of light, and it will come in the blink of an eye. The closer you get to home, the stronger this feeling will be until you step into the house.

I stood in the distance and looked at my hometown. My eyes are full of bitter tears. My homesickness is 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.

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.

56. When I say home, I don't mean a house or a hut, but a nest with the people you love and love. No matter whether the family is rich or poor, even if it is divided, it is also emotionally rich or poor. Home is the source of happiness. I have been away for a long time, and my heart is always a little lost, which is beyond words.

57. On the day I came back regularly, I threw myself at home again. But after two short days, I have to leave again, so I began to look forward to the day when I went home again. After all, people have to leave home, including their own home. Perhaps it is this kind of separation that makes that miss especially warm and beautiful.

No matter where you are, the distance from home is close at hand. Because home is the thread in the hands of a loving mother. It was sewn tightly on your body before you left. No matter how far away from home. The feeling of home is always so warm, full of mom's advice and dad's concern, and I will never forget it.

59. When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood turn yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing leisurely, just like the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown. Also like Li Houzhu's "hate like grass, you will live farther and farther".

60. When I say "home", I don't mean the house or the cabin, but the people you love and the people who love you. No matter whether the family is rich or poor, even if it is divided, it is also emotionally rich or poor. Home is the source of happiness. I have been away for a long time, and my heart is always a little lost, which is beyond words.

6 1, homesick, very warm, always makes me calm. I miss my home, my bed and whether my mother has white hair and deep wrinkles every day. That sallow face that records the years is the most touching and distressing face I have ever seen. Mom, I miss you.

62. When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood turn yellow and blue, my unchanging homesickness is playing leisurely like the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown. Also for Li Houzhu "; Hate is like grass, and it is born farther away. "

63. When winter walks into your dream hand in hand with the footsteps of the New Year, are you still busy elsewhere? Looking up at the round moon, do you also have the sadness of missing in your heart and wandering in the depths of your soul? Feel the coolness of the west wind, can you hide your tired heart, I think-you can't.

64. "The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and Guanghua is wet." Looking up at a full moon, hanging high in the deep sky. There are dignified clouds floating around, just like wandering in the distance, full of acacia tears. Why can't I erase the light I miss, but I can't keep the wet clouds in my heart?

65. Today, the green hills in my hometown are still flowing, and the smoke from my hometown is getting farther and farther away from me. It's hard for me to see the smoke rising slowly. However, no matter where I go, in the depths of my memory, the smoke from my hometown will never be forgotten.

66. Unconsciously, people's hearts are filled with painters at home, and they want to say some eternal wishes to all the people and things they miss, but they can't form a complete sentence to express their feelings. The autumn wind rustles in my window. Such a night, homesick night. I didn't sleep tonight.

67. Some things, after passing, leave traces and become 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.

68. When you are homesick, you will pick the street with the least pedestrians, step by step, a little memory, and a drop of sour tears; When I feel homesick, I will stand in the shopping mall and smile at the toys in the window. When I am homesick, I will sit in many snacks and stare blankly at the clouds outside the window; When you are homesick.

69. Hometown is the root of our growth and the home of our memory. Our hometown witnessed our happiness and recorded our growth. A wanderer far away from home is his mother, and his children who don't change their local accent are his hometown as a magnetic field. No one can cut off the endless homesickness with deep homesickness and long thoughts.

70. Suddenly I felt a chill. I opened my eyes and saw that the sun had set. I came to my senses and thought about that strange dream carefully, and suddenly I felt a sense of loss. Is this just a dream? Now I understand what true homesickness is. I would rather go back to my dream hometown.

7 1, miss, like a trickle, running in the years separated by mountains and rivers, feel with your heart, and keep warm. With a grateful heart, I will gain more feelings, more beauty and more happiness. Standing in the years, I looked around, and the days of blooming spring flowers were near … so I smiled sweetly!

72. Hometown is a melodious flute, which always makes people dream; Hometown is a touch of bright moonlight, which always makes people feel excited; Hometown is a string of eternal memories, which always reminds people of it. The people and things in my hometown are the most beautiful in the song, the most charming in the moonlight and the most profound in my memory.

73. I am like a lonely butterfly, full of yearning for the distant sea of flowers. I am struggling to fly from far away. But lingering for a long time, although the flowers are good, they can't resist the sadness in their hearts. There is always a feeling that I can't give up, and there is always a lingering worry. In the wind, there are lingering cries, which is the call of hometown.

74. This city is bustling and empty. It is full of empty 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.

75. There was once a pure 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.

76. 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.

77. Lonely clouds in the blue sky are accompanied by sheep on the hillside. You chased me, wandering in the blue of Na Pianhai. Sitting under the old pagoda tree in front of the door in summer nights, chatting, listening to frogs chirping and cicadaing, enjoying the stars all over the sky, and listening to the ancient and modern legends of the old people are fresh in my memory. Now there is only missing, in my wandering thoughts.

78. 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.

79. Now, it has been more than four years since I left my hometown and grandma. Every Dragon Boat Festival in the past four years, I have never tasted the zongzi wrapped by my grandmother. But every time I pick up the bought jiaozi, even when I see them, my grandmother's skillful action of wrapping jiaozi and the sweet smell of jiaozi will always come to my mind and linger.

80. I miss it because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it very much because I have good memories; I miss it because I had a wonderful childhood; I am happy because I have a beautiful dream; I am happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am very happy because I have clear thoughts like autumn water.

8 1, my hometown is a crystal clear river, so I named it "Qingjiang". She is so quiet and beautiful. She is like a big green satin spread in the valley, shining in the sun. She was in high spirits and sang all the way. As soon as the breeze blows, it ripples, as if you can see the fragrance by lifting her beautiful skirt.

82. Who doesn't miss home? Who is not looking forward to going home? Just because I stepped on the green duckweed, I fluttered. Floating youth, temporary post stations, docks and platforms, that is the "home" at this time. Chun Yan geese smile together, and their throats are bitter. They really want to hear cats and dogs barking. They really want to smoke grandpa's local cigarettes. As the sun rises and sets, they arouse homesickness and sadness, and rush into the blue sky with the roar of the north wind.

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.

84. When I was away from home, my kite was broken and my thoughts evaporated day by day. Teachers care about me like my mother, and my classmates help me like sisters, but every day at school always feels very long, and every week I always look forward to the early arrival of Sunday. Wandering students, surfing in the sea of books, are always eager to have a tree to inhabit and a harbor to park when they are tired.

85. In the eyes of a visionary, the sky is always gray. Because only gray is incomplete, and only incomplete can they enjoy their fantasies. Sometimes it's not that the sky turns gray, but that we are accustomed to fantasy, to seeing the sky as gray, to giving full play to our fantasy talents, and to fantasizing about something that doesn't exist or is even a little illusory.

86. Things have changed, times have changed, and people have changed, but the only constant is a homesickness when they leave home, such as how the young leave home and the old come back, the local accent has not changed, the children have never met, and they ask the guests where they come from with a smile. This song may not be suitable for me, but at least it is my mood. Anyway, let's go out and have a look.

87. Walking in the fields in spring with gentle steps, grabbing a handful of soil, emitting intoxicating fragrance, catching a butterfly and flying it gently ... Spring in the countryside is always blurred with beauty, and the songs on the land are mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. Wheat seedlings jointing under the moisture of sweat, with the drizzle from the breeze, played a beautiful but very moving melody.

88. I have been away from my hometown for more than twenty years. Every time I dream of the green mountains and green waters in my hometown, I can always dream of the smoke from the kitchen. Every time I dream of wandering among the red bricks and green tiles in my hometown, I can always dream that the smoke from the kitchen is slowly curling up; Every time there is a small bridge flowing in my hometown in my dream, I can always freeze my memory in a hundred wisps of smoke that can be seen from miles away.

89. The distant hometown has become a memory, vivid, vague and speechless; The distant mother is like a painting, quiet and clear, like in front of my eyes, my heart can feel her shallow breath; My mother is in my hometown, and my hometown becomes a poem in my mother's hand. Mother's affectionate eyes are the most beautiful scenery in her hometown.

90. In my hometown, there is no bustling metropolis, no solemn and stirring castle, and no big forest green enough to melt all your thoughts. But if you hear Schubert's solo in the sunset of your journey, the imagination that makes you suddenly burst into tears is often the hometown road and the moonlight night in your hometown, which reminds people of the poet's lonely sigh, "How bright the moonlight at home is!" Thousands of years ago.

9 1. In that paradise, grab a handful of yellow mud in your hand and hide it in the most solid pocket. No matter whether you cross mountains or oceans, whether in the moonlight, autumn night or starry summer night, a wandering heart can only have hope if you look at the yellow mud, its breath, its taste and its texture. Because this yellow mud has the power of roots.

92. In summer, the leaves are green and dense. From a distance, they look like a big green umbrella. Take an "umbrella" and stand in the hot sun to provide us with shade. Some children play chess below, others chase and play below ... If it rains in Mao Mao, they can shelter us from the wind and rain and protect the whole park like soldiers.

93. In the sleepless night, 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 a big horse" behind my back. The breathing of a big man is so rapid and suffocating ... slowly, I entered a sweet dream.

94. My hometown is an old wine. The longer I keep it in my heart, the more mellow it tastes. My hometown is a cup of agricultural green tea. The longer I soak it in my heart, the stronger its flavor. Hometown is a short memory movie. The more times it appears in my mind, the clearer its picture will be. Love my hometown needs no excuses, let alone reasons, because my hometown has our "roots"!

95. 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.

96. "Looking at the bright moon and sinking back, I suddenly remembered home" shows the deep feelings of the wanderer for his hometown. In Wang Wei's eternal poem, "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice during the festive season", revealing the sadness of being born in a foreign land. Cen Can's poem "It's a long way to go to the east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell are not dry" expresses his yearning for his hometown. Hometown, where I grew up, I left many places to laugh!

97. In the evening, the shepherd boy called the cattle and sheep home, and the afterglow of the sunset reflected the village. The whole village has become colorful and lively, and every household smokes. Delicate and graceful, like a fairy dancing in the air with sleeves, and like a trickle of a branch of the Milky Way, it falls from the sky and moistens the hearts of farmers. Only the rows of poplars on the top of the mountain, no matter how the seasons change, still have stubborn backbones, guarding their hometown.

98. Hometown has preserved our childhood, or young people and prime of life, and has become a part of our life and ourselves. It is not a commodity, a tourist destination, a round-trip ticket, a weekend entertainment, and can be sold to any customer at a certain price. There are more things in my hometown than any tourist attractions: your blood and tears, and your sweat. How can I not remember the people, things and bridges in my hometown?

99. Hometown is a painting. In spring and March, no matter where you are, the colors of Chun Lv are lit up. Trees wake up from a deep sleep, sticking out buds and shoots, and are full of vitality. The grass also sticks its little head out of the ground and looks around, which is very comfortable. Looking around, I don't know if it is the beautiful image of Master Danqing polishing ink, drizzling, Linlin flicking and swaying, dancing with flowers and enjoying paper.

100, it is difficult to leave home, and it is even more difficult to leave home. Wanderers send homesickness to wine and feelings to Du Kang. "Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears." In the dim candlelight, with tears and melancholy, I drank my deep thoughts of my hometown. Homesickness is a blue silk, which is often tied to my heart. There are tears in my heart, and I only feel that my hometown is kind, warm and colorful. Hometown, hometown, haunting hometown, when can I walk into your heart again?

10 1. Immersed in the smell of firewood, I can clearly hear the sound of wood falling in my ear. I don't want to hear this monotonous and chilling voice. Looking back, the song of bamboo forest in my hometown vaguely rings in my heart. The wind is like a violinist, and bamboo leaves are like keys. Every touch of the wind and bamboo is a string of notes, strung together that gentle and beautiful symphony. Behind the house, bamboo forests are left, and clusters of branches and leaves peck at the eaves. The four seasons are evergreen and dance with the wind. From a distance, it looks like a shrugging cloak and a flashing emerald rockhopper, adding a bit of elegance and agility to the earthen house.