A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changed and the snow changed, it failed to break the dream of my hometown, and there was no such voice in my hometown. "This is a poem" Sauvignon Blanc "by Nalan Xingde, a poet in the Qing Dynasty. I left my hometown Zhangzhou for my studies.
The wind slowly blows the leaves, and the rain gently bathes the flowers. How eager I was to return to my hometown when I was a child. I don't want to go back Although there are only two opportunities to go back to my hometown in one semester, I will cherish it.
Whenever it rains cats and dogs, I can't help but think: hometown, how is it now?
The sun shines on the earth, and the earth is warm with flowers and grass. The semester is coming to an end and I will go back to my hometown in a few days. I can't help it. I'm overjoyed and jump three feet high. Whenever I want to review my lessons, my happiness will come back. I will put down my books and go to the dormitory to pack my bags, even though I have packed them hundreds of times.
Sometimes, my classmates all go home, so I envy them. In the dead of night, I lie quietly in bed and miss my hometown from time to time: hometown, what will my hometown be like now. Thought of here, my eyes suddenly blurred by tears.
The sun shines on the earth and the spring water flows through the valley. Although my homesickness cannot be described in a few words; Although my feelings of returning home can't be described in a few words, I have to say-hometown, how are you now? I miss you!
Grade 5, Dongputou Central Primary School, Fujian Province: Huang Guiqi
B excerpts about homesickness (essays, novels, poems) are about 300 words, and strive to
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.
Who is it that plays homesick music on the flute in the moonlight night, and the sad tune inadvertently fills the wasteland in my heart; Who is reading the ancient poems of homesickness every night, and the degree of sadness drops the boundless and quiet homesickness. I used to think that in this strange city, I was used to the life of eight to five. In the days of frustration, the mountains and rivers in my hometown have gradually drifted away. Looking back suddenly, I found that fragrance was sealed in my heart and I realized that I was a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown.
A rain 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. Once indulged in the frustration of life, however, the unchanging posture of that mountain and that simple family and hometown faded into a song without words and a poem with Kubinashi rhyme in poetry. My soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through thousands of waters in Qian Shan. I am enjoying pure rice wine with simple folks.
When the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves on the buttonwood are 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".
C. A homesick composition of 300 words
Homesickness will gradually show its outline in several farewells.
When I was a child, homesickness didn't seem so important. I always feel that lying in the arms of homesickness, everything has power. When I was a child, I stepped on the bluestone road, leaving a trail of footprints. I wonder if I can set foot on footprints again after many years.
When I was young, give me a chance to repaint my homesickness. Get up early in the morning and leave home for a long time. In that long waiting time to go home, there was an unspeakable degree that invaded the whole body. Go home, as if all the hesitation has lost its temperature.
When I am an adult, I will be away from home for as many as a few Wan Li and as few as a few hundred miles. Homesickness took the opportunity to sneak in. It condenses the ice cave in the heart and accelerates the cold. Desperate to break free, he became a prisoner.
Homesickness, that faint, distant smoke, haunts the heart of the wanderer, and the scissors are still chaotic. Hometown is the only destination for wanderers, but in order to make a living, I have to leave it and make my own way.
I draw the outline of homesickness with delicate handwriting, but my hands are shaking and I can't carve a perfect result.
Look, the withered bamboo leaves outside the window set off my hometown. I tried to express my homesickness with a brush.
D. 300 words of homesickness composition for primary school students
Homesickness composition 300 words
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. "Who doesn't miss his hometown? China people have a strong local complex. For thousands of years, homesickness has been a major theme in China's poems, from Qu Yuan's "Birds fly back to hometown, and foxes will die first" to Yu Guangzhong's "homesickness". During the Southern Dynasties, Sui and Tang Dynasties, the form of poetry became more and more perfect, and homesick poems emerged one after another. Among them, The General Rhyme of Weishan Pavilion in the Southern Dynasties, Miscellaneous Poems by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty and Receiving an Envoy in Cen Can are particularly representative.
E. Ask for a composition expressing homesickness by borrowing things, with 300 words.
Speaking of homesickness, it reminds me of a poem I learned in primary school: "The foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frost?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. "
Homesickness, I think, is something that everyone who leaves home can't let go of.
An emotion, including me of course. Whenever I read Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night, whether on a moonlit night or a moonless day, I always feel homesick when I study in a foreign country, which may be because I want to go back.
A symbol of home!
When I was young, I stayed at home every day, reciting Li Bai's thoughts and writing down the word homesickness on a quiet night, but I didn't know what homesickness was at that time. After reading Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking, I still laughed at him in front of my mother.
Gentleman's spirit, so I hold an ambition of and heaven remains our neighbourhood, always thinking that grown-up children don't want to go home, and when they were young, they thought they were eager to wander when they grew up.
Now that I have gone to middle school, I have really left home and finally found the feeling of leaving home, but before long, another feeling has grown in my heart. Seeing my classmates who live nearby go home, I feel like going home for the first time, but I can still say, "My daughter is aiming at the end of the world, and the grown-up children don't want to go home." To comfort myself.
Looking forward to the end of a semester, I shouted in my heart: Long live!
A holiday will be over soon, and I will go back to school. What is left in my heart is attachment to home!
"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home! " When I read this poem repeatedly, I understood what homesickness is all about. "Climb to the top and see your hometown. Sandstorm grows in Wan Li. Where is the camel bell?
Sound, sound is beating my heart ... "This is a song and my favorite one. There are no peaks in the school, but I like to stand in the corridor of the classroom and watch the wind. Although I don't know where my home is, I can feel uneasy.
This hope seems to give me great comfort and motivation.
There is such a poem: the moon is bent/that's because/it has been picked/one end is a foreign land/the other is home! The full moon/that's because/it holds a foreign land and hometown! When the moon is full, I return to my hometown in a foreign land and embrace the bright moon. Perhaps the most important thing for a homeless person is to have a home to return to.
Great happiness! Sadness, sadness, sadness/the depth of the night/the helplessness when the flowers fall/the silence when listening in the quiet night/the rainy season/the cold clear autumn/the crescent moon, the clear lights, raindrops/loneliness.
I'm looking forward to the full moon.
F. Homesickness is unforgettable. 300 essays
Missing hometown
At dusk, a lonely figure stands in the middle of the overpass in the city. Looking at the crowds coming and going under the bridge and the endless stream of vehicles, a deep homesickness overflowed my heart, and my yearning mood was dragged on by the sunset in the west for a long time. I used to hate my hometown so much because of its poverty, and I was so eager to leave my hometown because of its backwardness. Now, I am in this bustling metropolis, counting the high-rise buildings all over the street, but all I care about is my hometown, where there are mountains, water, grass and trees. Looking back on the mountains and rivers of my hometown carefully, I found that I never paid attention to everything in my hometown and turned a blind eye to the beauty, purity and truth of my hometown.
Fallen leaves will call for attachment to the wind and fall into the dust, and the soil will cherish its tears and breed new vitality in the mineral deposits. Missing grows wildly in waiting, and the feelings of hometown spread in waiting. There are waves of Jin Lang in front of us, which is the mature charm of wheat seedlings. Bowing their heads and listening to the heavy breathing of wheat seedlings in the field, listening to the wind rustling in the crops, the villagers were full of comfort and tranquility. When I was a child, I held hands with my sister to shoot birds by the wheat field, for fear that annoying sparrows would steal the fruits of my parents' labor. The little sparrow saw me and ran away with a cry. I excitedly shook my sister's hand for the escaped sparrow, as if I had become a daughter who could help or be useful to my parents. The childish face is full of victory and pride, which makes people laugh at the autumn wind that is about to blow and comforts the vibrant wheat seedlings standing in the field.
The river in my hometown quietly has the tranquility of her years, and the grove by the river looks at the opposite river steadily. On the white and green banks, frogs and drums came from time to time. Dragonflies are dancing gently in the middle of the river, and when they walk down, they wake up the sleeping river. Flocks of wild ducks are playing happily in the river. When I was a child, I took off my shoes and walked into the river, waiting for the small fish to be delivered to my door. The little fish seems to be playing games with me, obviously by the river, but when I reach out, it has escaped to the depths of the river. I saw it sneaking out its round little head in the depths of the river, as if smiling proudly at me. I angrily picked up a lump of soil from the shore and threw it at the little fish, but except for a splash on the water, the little fish had already swam away. I had to slouch back to the river bank, sigh and go home empty-handed.
I miss my hometown. When I stare at the misty rain outside the window and listen to the beautiful and moving music, my heart is brought back to you. I have touched the soul of the earth, and I know that I am now on the loess high slope in the eastern half of the earth. In the open space on the slope, I sat on the floor, and the wind blew past me, blowing away the dust on me and all my sadness and joy. I began to meditate quietly, and an unusual idea came into my mind. I didn't feel it carefully when I was in the same place. That's because my heart has long been blown away by the breeze, but in retrospect, my heart is calm.
I miss my hometown. If my heart is a pigeon flying in my hometown, then my warm nest must be you-my hometown. Autumn is like water, spring is beautiful, the starry sky in winter night and the fiery summer are all my deep thoughts. A tree, a piece of soil, a cloud, a fog, a gust of wind and a drop of rain in my hometown all appeared in front of my eyes. After a winding path, I came to the Woods by the river. I picked up a yellow leaf that fell to the ground. Looking at this fallen leaf, I hid it in the drawer of years, waiting for a new opportunity.
There is no trace of time in the high-rise buildings of the city, and it will go somewhere else sooner or later. The fallen leaves hidden in my hometown drawer, with traces of time slipping, have been hidden in my heart.
I haven't seen the scene of snowflakes flying for many years, and it won't snow in Shenzhen.
My hometown is white on snowy days. White roofs, white branches, white mountains and white ground.
Standing in the white world, my heart is much purer. When the wind blows, it blows the firewood in front of the door, and the twigs fluttering with the wind look thin in the cold wind. Rhubarb dog, the doorman, is too lazy to leave the nest. He just tilted his head and listened to the outside with keen ears. People in the village no longer do farm work, but just stay at home leisurely. Crops in twos and threes, playing poker together. The new wives get together, knitting sweaters or embroidered insoles and Yuanyang pillowcases with wool in their hands. The naughty boy put a bamboo basket in the field, waiting for the sparrow to go in and catch it.
G. A composition expressing homesickness through something (more than 300 words)
Twenty years ago, I left my hometown to study in a completely strange place. It is inevitable that people miss their hometown when they are in a foreign land. For teenagers who have just left home to study, being alone in a completely strange world often leads to loneliness. I remember that when I was homesick, I often stood at the school gate and looked at the direction of my hometown. Sometimes I secretly cry and miss my parents and relatives in my hometown after a long separation.
I have never been away from home for such a long time, nor have I left my parents, and I have never dealt with life alone. At this moment, I will miss my parents more. Think about it, it is good to be at home for a thousand days, but it is difficult to go out for a while. Your parents take care of you at home, your clothes are stretched to your lips and your honey pots are long. Parents paved the way for their children's lives and broke their hearts. From eating to dressing, from life to spiritual comfort, they all thought of it and did it. Children lie under their parents' umbrellas and live a happy life, not knowing what is sorrow and what is trouble. Now, I have left my parents' arms, without their umbrella, just like a young eagle soaring alone in the blue sky, facing the baptism of ups and downs, inciting young wings and writing a declaration of youth in the sky.
I would write to my parents when I was homesick, because there were no cell phones and few telephones at that time. It is a specialty of government agencies and units, and it is an unattainable luxury for us poor students. The communication tool for us to communicate with our families is to write letters. When we miss our parents, we begin to write letters with deep feelings. Tears often overflow our eyes, making us homesick and sentimental. We asked our parents whether their work was going well and whether they were healthy, and told them not to worry about their children. Please rest assured that their children have grown up and can live independently and deal with all the problems they face in life and study alone. The children have become strong men. With strong thoughts and feelings, I think of the past and my parents' exhortations. I keep him in my heart. I have never forgotten him, and I remember my parents' expectations. I never let it down.
Every time I think about it, I feel excited and full, as if my parents are around, looking at me carefully with loving eyes; Strong thoughts make me cherish my hometown and thank my parents for their kindness.
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Speaking of homesickness, it reminds me of a poem I learned in primary school: "The foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frost?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " Homesickness, I think, should be an emotion that everyone who leaves home can't let go, including me. Whenever I read Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night, whether on a moonless night or in a moonless day, I am always homesick when I am studying abroad, which may be a symbol of wanting to go home!
When I was a child, I stayed at home every day to recite Li Bai's "Thinking about a Quiet Night" and write the word homesickness. But at that time, I didn't know what homesickness was. After reading Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night, I laughed that he was not a gentleman in front of my mother, so I always thought that grown-up children didn't want to go home. When I was a child, I thought that when I grew up, I was eager to wander.
Now I have gone to middle school, really left home, and finally found the feeling of leaving home, but before long, another feeling grew in my heart. Seeing my classmates who live nearby go home, I feel like going home for the first time, but I can still say, "My daughter is aiming at the end of the world, and the grown-up children don't want to go home." To comfort myself.
Looking forward to the end of a semester, I shouted in my heart: Long live!
A holiday will be over soon, and I will go back to school. What is left in my heart is attachment to home!
"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home! " When I read this poem repeatedly, I understood what homesickness is all about. "Climb the peak and look at your hometown, and the wind and sand grow in Wan Li. Where is the sound of camel bells knocking on my heart ... "This is a song that I quite like. There are no peaks in the school, but I like to stand in the corridor of the classroom and watch the wind. Although I don't know where home is, it seems to give me great comfort and motivation when I am upset.
There is such a poem: the moon is bent/that's because/it has been picked/one end is a foreign land/the other is home! The full moon/that's because/it holds a foreign land and hometown! When the moon is full, I return to my hometown in a foreign land and embrace the bright moon. Perhaps it is the greatest happiness for vagrants to have a home! Sadness, sadness, sadness/the depth of the night/the helplessness when the flowers fall/the silence when listening in the quiet night/the rainy season/the cold clear autumn/the crescent moon, the clear lights, raindrops/loneliness. I'm looking forward to the full moon.
H. Homesickness Diary, Grade Five, 300 words
Miss my hometown, miss the small bookstore in my hometown. Miss my hometown, miss the plum tree in my hometown. Miss my hometown, miss my hometown's small stone road. I miss my hometown and my classmates. Ah! Hometown, I miss you in the bright moonlight at the moment! Do you miss each other as much as I do at the moment? I will wait for you slowly in the bright moonlight.
If you ask me what the taste of my hometown is like? I will not hesitate to answer: "The taste of my hometown is sweet, happy, beautiful, and …".
The taste of hometown is hidden in the food. For example, as I like: sweet and sour pork ribs, corn stewed pork ribs, fish, chicken, fried meat with green peppers ... I will never forget this sweet taste.
The taste of hometown was hidden in that happy time. Whenever I go back to my hometown, several good friends will come to play with me. We play our favorite games. I will never forget the happy time at that moment.
The flavor of hometown is hidden in the beautiful scenery. There are two trees in front of my house, one is a tall and straight 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. I love my hometown.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunited heart fly to the sky, and think of you-my hometown-in the mottled night sky of a foreign land.
My hometown-Oriental Green Spring. Located at the foot of Ailao Mountain, beside Lixian River, it has unique scenery, beautiful environment and simple folk customs. And my beloved parents and childhood friends.
In order to study, I came to Gejiu, Xi Du, which is far away from my hometown, and went home at most twice every semester. I don't know what it's like not to leave home and miss home. Every weekend, I envy my roommates for coming home happily. The dormitory on weekends is empty and lifeless, and no one can talk alone in the lonely dormitory at night. The only thing I can do is to call my family to solve my loneliness, or call my friends to talk about the recent situation and prove that I am not a lonely person. The night is long and the homesickness is getting bigger and bigger. I am not sleepy at all. My thoughts will chase the bright sun in my hometown, and my tears will flow away quietly. I am homesick.
The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here. My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely. I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played with the sun shining in my palm, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared, and the feeling of being close to my hand was a beautiful illusion. Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world.
At the end of each semester, it is the time I look forward to most. Usually a week before the holiday, I can't resist my feelings. This week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the joy of going home, not to mention reviewing my lessons. This is also my most boring point. My mind always trumps my ambition. Every time I pick up a book and review it well, I feel happy when I cram for it temporarily. Of course, my textbooks are also thrown aside to pack my luggage, even though my luggage has been collected many times. ...
Hometown, how many nights I stood in the dormitory corridor facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that every star hides a smiling face, which makes people want to wear it.
1. Is there a composition about homesickness, 300 words, close to life?
A 400-word homesickness composition "Beyond the Great Wall", with rich moonlight covering the earth. Soldiers fighting on the battlefield, in the silent Yamashita, looking at their hometown thousands of miles away ... Listen, the music is playing, ups and downs, both rigid and flexible. Like mountains and rivers, like streams, are intoxicating. Pipa plays a new song tonight, which is as quiet as poetry and full of artistic conception, making people indulge in this tranquility and spaciousness. Imagine this elegant dance? It should be as poetic as pipa! May the poet's mood be calm with the music at the moment? However, listening to too much music will be boring, and people will be upset at this time. The endless tunes made Wang Changling, a poet, afraid to listen and love to listen. Alas, the northern frontier has not been destroyed, so we can't let the troops rest. How can we not be sad? The ancient and majestic Great Wall twists and turns like a dragon lying on the ground, waiting to take off and the autumn moon shines high. It seems inevitable that the autumn is crisp and the autumn moon is charming and cold ... The scene is spectacular and sad. At this moment, the poet is infinitely homesick; The ambition to make contributions to the frontier fortress; Sadness for reality; Or ..... in order to let the people live and work in peace and contentment, these wars, big and small, can be put down as soon as possible. Wang Changling, a poet, looked at his hometown, and his homesickness never stopped. He wrote the famous sentence "Join the Army" that has been passed down through the ages: the new voice of pipa dance is always in tears. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall. -The second window is drizzling, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, gradually expanding. Who's that? Playing homesick songs on the flute in the moonlight, sad tunes inadvertently filled the wasteland in my heart; Who reads that homesick poem every night? The sighing voice is full of infinite quiet homesickness. I used to think that in this familiar city, I was used to getting up early and returning early, and the mountains and rivers in my hometown had gradually alienated. I can suddenly look back and realize that I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart is always tied to the pomegranate tree in front of my hometown. This drizzle wet all my memories, and homesickness is like a garden full of leeks: long and long. Everything in my hometown is shaking in my mind and wandering in my thoughts. The mountain, the water and the simple people form a picture in my memory, which is very beautiful-when the geese flying south can no longer be seen in the air, when the leaves of pomegranate trees turn yellow and green, my unchanging homesickness is playing the flute in Qingyuan, my hometown so leisurely-