Sentences of longing for hometown
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The world is changing and the times are constantly changing, and people are also constantly changing. However, the only thing that remains unchanged is the homesickness when going out, like He Zhizhang's childhood departure from home. The following are sentences about missing one's hometown. I hope everyone likes them.
1. &quo; Looking at the bright moon with your head down, thinking of your hometown; It shows the deep affection of the wanderers for their hometown. Wang Wei's; Being a stranger in a foreign land alone, I miss my loved ones twice during festivals; In this timeless poem, it reveals the sadness of being from a foreign land. Cen Shen's; Looking to the east of the Forbidden City, the road is long, and the tears of the double sleeved dragon bell never dry; It also expresses his longing for his hometown. My hometown, the place where I grew up, has left me with many happy voices and laughter!
2. How do wanderers miss their hometown? Missing my hometown is actually missing my childhood friends, missing that old house, missing that land. However, what wanderers miss the most are still their elderly parents.
3. Forget the madness of last night and enjoy the tranquil moonlight. In a foreign land, everywhere is melancholy, constantly missing one's hometown. I miss the osmanthus candy from my childhood, the big water tank under the locust tree, the bean paste made by my grandmother, and the fragrant fish stewed by my mother. Looking back to my hometown, the road is far and the water is long. Thinking of my hometown, a vast expanse. Mid-Autumn Festival, love my parents!
4. Hometown is a painting. In March, regardless of which corner, the colors of spring are ignited& mdash; Green. The trees woke up from their slumber, sprouting tender buds and branches, appearing so vibrant. The grass also poked its small head out of the ground, looking east and west, feeling very comfortable. Looking around, I don't know if it was the skilled painter who moistened the ink and dyed the luxury. He was graceful and carefree, with Lin Lin nodding and swaying, swaying and sprinkling beautiful shadows. The fragrance of flowers danced brilliantly, and his joyful demeanor filled the paper with joy.
5. Thinking of my hometown, I yearn for it in the depths of my heart. The longer one yearns for their hometown, the deeper their understanding of it becomes, and the greater the impact on their soul.
6. Missing my hometown, missing my hometown's small book house. Missing my hometown, missing the plum blossom tree of my hometown. Missing my hometown, missing the small stone road of my hometown. Missing hometown, classmates who miss their hometown. Ah。 Hometown, at this moment, I miss you under the bright moonlight! Are you missing each other like me at this moment? I am slowly waiting for you under the bright moonlight.
7. When we miss our hometown, the call of our mother in the past provides us with spiritual comfort; When we are in difficulties, our mother is our strongest emotional support; When we are exhausted in life, our mother warmly and spiritually encourages us to pick ourselves up&hellip& hellip; All of this stems from the warmest, purest, and most selfless love in the human world& mdash; Maternal love.
8. Busy on the way to work, but I never forget to miss my hometown. Although I speak to many people in my heart, I often recall my family in the countryside in my heart. Busy on the road, never forgetting my hometown, feeling annoyed, still lingering on the words that my family once instructed me.
9. As the wind changes and the snow changes, my hometown dreams are shattered, and my hometown has no such sound. The spring breeze is green on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me. Wherever the sun shines, there is my sincere blessing, and wherever the moon shines, there is my deep longing.
10. Do the crops in our hometown still remember us? In spring, we line up to sow and fertilize, and in autumn, we harvest. When night fell, we were tired and lying on the carriage pulling firewood, counting the stars, which was so comfortable.
11. When going out, there is inevitably a faint feeling of homesickness, and I cannot explain what this feeling really is. Speaking of girls who love home, I don't object to it; As for that boy, it seems that he shouldn't have homesickness, perhaps that's right. Just like me, he stays away all year and only comes home once a year, and only on traditional Chinese festivals& rsquo;’ I only go home once during the Spring Festival. After graduating from college, I traveled around for work and became accustomed to those wandering days. Perhaps it was the feeling of being a family from all over the world and wandering the rivers and lakes.
12. The taste of hometown is hidden in the beautiful scenery. There are two trees in front of my house, one is a tall pine tree, and the other is a beautiful osmanthus tree. I will never forget the fragrance of osmanthus and the tenacious spirit of pine trees in my lifetime. I love my hometown.
13. Hometown is the root of our growth, and it is the home of our memories. Our hometown witnesses our happiness, and records our growth. The wanderer who lives far away from home is the mother of the accident village, and the children who do not change their hometown pronunciation are the magnetic field of their hometown. Thick homesickness, leisurely thoughts, no one can cut off the continuous homesickness.
14. My hometown is a melodious flute that always haunts my dreams; My hometown is a bright moonlight that always makes people feel moved; Hometown is an eternal memory that always reminds people of and misses them. The people and things in my hometown are the most beautiful in the music, the most charming in the moonlight, and the most profound in my memory.
15. Those who pursue their dreams, either light a cigarette or pour a bottle of wine, gaze out the window at the peaceful night, miss the ancient tree at the intersection of their hometown, the endless joy, pure play, and the sound of shepherd's flute in their childhood; Or lying in bed, letting the evening breeze squeeze through the curtains and the moonlight dance to the perfect melody, sweet sleep; In my dream, I walked hand in hand with my beloved on the valley path. Fireflies flew lightly, carrying warm light, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air, creating a comfortable and beautiful mood.