1. The taste of hometown is hidden in that happy time.

Whenever I go back to my hometown, a few good friends come to play with me and we play our favorite games.

I can never forget that happy moment.

2. Thinking of my hometown, I miss my hometown inexplicably.

Hometown is an old wine brewed by wanderers from millet. The older it is and the longer it is left, the more mellow the flavor of the wine becomes.

3. When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown quietly.

Hometown is a delicacy that is full of color, aroma, and taste, and travelers from far away have no choice but to taste it.

4. I am in this prosperous metropolis, counting the high-rise buildings on the streets, but all I care about is my hometown, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees in my hometown.

When I carefully recalled the mountains and rivers of my hometown, I realized that I had never noticed anything about my hometown during my time there. I had turned a blind eye to the beauty of my hometown, the purity of my hometown, and the truth of my hometown.

5. Hometown, what is hometown?

Your hometown is a dream you had when you were a child, and it is a cornerstone of your growth.

There is a song that goes like this: "Walking all over the world, the most beautiful thing is my hometown. Drinking the water all over the world, the sweetest thing is my hometown. 6. Hometown is the root of our growth, and our hometown is the home of our memories. Hometown witnesses

Our happiness is that our hometown records our growth. Children who are far away from home regard their hometown as their mother, and their children who do not change their local accent regard their hometown as their magnetic field.

I miss my hometown, I miss my hometown’s small bookstore. I miss my hometown, I miss my hometown’s small stone road. I miss my hometown, I miss my hometown at this moment.

You! Are you missing each other as much as I am at this moment? I am waiting for you slowly under the bright moonlight. 8. Because of longing, the moonlight is infused with strong human emotions. When the moon bends, so does longing.

, when the moon is round, the thoughts are also round, no matter whether the moon is curved or round, the thoughts can make you cry, and the thoughts can also make you smile.

When you miss me, you will be distracted. Indeed, missing is also a kind of purity. When talking about the sunset, it is strange that it is the same sunset. Why do I always miss the sunset in my hometown?

It reminds me of my longing for my hometown and my relatives. Maybe it’s the hometown where I was born and raised that gave me too much. Things elsewhere are often just like but can’t replace the sunset in my hometown. 10. I miss home for a while!

If I don't go back, I feel like something is missing. I went back to visit my two elders a few days ago, and I went back to visit them again yesterday. I felt at ease after coming back. I think that every Mid-Autumn Festival means that I go back every year, which is the number of years they are alive.

Will there be more? The conditions in my hometown are not good, there is no running water, there are no wide roads, and there is no hustle and bustle of the city. But here there is warmth, tranquility, simplicity, and family affection. I miss my hometown and everything about it.

! 11. I really miss the mountains and rivers of my hometown. They are so beautiful. The refreshing greenness of the mountains in my hometown is so unforgettable! I always dream of my beautiful hometown.

It is so beautiful, and its wrinkles are unforgettable to this day. However, my mother, who always loves to make fun of the scenery, took me away from my hometown and came to this bustling Wudi. Why did my hometown abandon me? Am I not enough?

Lovely? 12. How do you miss your hometown? Missing your hometown actually means missing your childhood friends, the old house, and the land. But what you miss most is the old one.

Parents. 13. I miss you on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the time when the moon is full! I am a stranger in a foreign land. On this Mid-Autumn Festival, my thoughts surround me like a tide. How about my relatives in my hometown? I wish you happiness forever.

Happiness and worry-free! Let my love be blown to you by the breeze, and bless you, my beloved! 14. The hometown I miss, if my heart is a dove flying in my hometown, then my warm nest must be

It's you - my hometown.

The autumn colors are like water, the spring scenery is bright, the starry sky in winter nights, and the blazing heat in summer are all I miss deeply.

A tree, a piece of soil, a cloud, a mist, a gust of wind, and a drop of rain from my hometown all appeared before my eyes.

After passing the winding path and coming to the forest by the river, I picked up a yellow leaf that fell on the ground.

Looking at this fallen leaf, I conveniently hid it in the drawer of time, waiting for the opportunity of new life.

15. Don’t the crops in my hometown still remember us?

In the spring we line up to sow and fertilize, and in the fall we harvest.

When night fell, we were so tired that it was so comfortable to lie on the wagon pulling firewood and count the stars.

16. Nostalgia is a distant flute, melodious and profound; nostalgia is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving; nostalgia is a jar of old wine, fragrant and mellow.

17. There are also rice fields, with bursts of fragrance wafting from the yellow fields.

The rice grains are plump and the rice stems are so heavy that they can’t stand straight up, as if they are thanking the earth for its nurturing grace.