Writing essays around homesickness

1. Essay on Homesickness

Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moon. Everyone loves the moon in their hometown.

My hometown is on the great plains of northwest Shandong. When I was small, I never saw the mountains, and I don't know what the mountains are. Therefore, I look at the moon in my hometown, never different from the mountain connection. As Su Dongpo said, "The moon is out of the eastern mountains, hovering between the bulls", is completely unimaginable to me.

As for the water, my hometown village but greatly. A few large reed pits accounted for more than half of the area of the village. In my eyes as a small child, although not like the Dongting Lake, "August Lake level" as grand, but also quite a bit of smoke and misty situation.

In the summer, after dusk, I lay on the ground in the yard by the pit, counting the stars in the sky. Even later, I walked to the edge of the pit, looked up and saw the clear sky a round of bright moon, clear light, and that moon in the water. Although I didn't know what poetry meant at that time, I was quite happy about it, and there was something sprouting in my heart. Sometimes I would play at the pit for a long time before going home to sleep. I was able to see the two moons stacked together in my dream, and the light was even more crystalline and clear.

I only stayed in my hometown for six years, and then I left my hometown and drifted to the ends of the earth. I've been to nearly 30 countries in the world over the past 40 years, and I've seen a lot of moons. I have seen the moon in the beautiful scenery of Lake Lemmon in Switzerland, in the flat sandy desert of Africa, in the blue sea, and in the majestic mountains, all of which are wonderful and I like them very much. However, when I saw them, I immediately thought of the small moon above the reed pit and in the water in my hometown. In comparison, I felt that these big moons of the wide world were in no way comparable to my beloved little moon. No matter how many thousands of miles I left my hometown, my heart immediately flew to it. My little moon, I will never forget you!

The Langrun Garden where I live is the Yanyuan Resort. This place has mountains, water, trees, bamboos, flowers, birds, every night, a round in the sky, the moonlight shining on the blue waves, up and down the air, a blue hectare, and the fragrance of the lotus far away, the host of birds chirping, can not help but say it is a moonlight resort. The wonders of the lotus pond moonlight, just outside my window. However, every time such a good time, I think of is still the hometown of the reed pit in the small ordinary moon.

Seeing the moon and thinking of home has become a frequent experience for me. I can't tell you whether it's a bitter or a happy experience, but there are memories, frustrations, and feelings of regret. The time is passing, and the time will never come again. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.

The moon is the hometown Ming, when I can see my hometown moon again ah! When will I be able to see the moon of my hometown again? I look at the southern sky in despair, and my heart flies to my hometown. (Ji Xianlin)

2. Description of homesickness

Looking out of the window at the drizzle, I suddenly felt so lonely, accounted for, and so lost, always feel that time passes by so slowly, no longer able to use the word "hurry" to describe the fleeting nature of the time, and also unable to use the word "time like running water" to describe the time of the fleeting nature, and also unable to use the word "time like running water" to describe the time of the passing of the time, and also unable to use the word "time like running water" to describe the time of the passing of the time. "The time is like running water" to persuade. Raining more and more heavy, like a heart in tears, in front of my eyes to form a curtain of water, such a scenery in a writer's pen, will appear glittering, wonderful pen. But for a homesick person, it is the heart of the tears since the flow, let a person touch the scene. In that hazy curtain of rain, I can not see the sky, can not see the mountains, I know, because the tears in my eyes blocked my vision, so that everything becomes so vague, contempt.

I love my home so much. It is the first environment I came into contact with in this world, a cradle where I grew up as a child, a holy place that nurtured me and taught me to be a human being, every inch of land there, every bowl of holy water, every thing, is the most unforgettable to me, and every family member can not be separated from me, and who will not miss it because of leaving it?

"Leaving home and studying here, the pain of homesickness, who can understand?" I keep repeating this sentence, once everything, like a re-enactment of the movie, in my mind, once again re-enacted ......

Once in the moonlight and starry night, snuggled up in the side of my mother, listening to her to tell me a story; *** hot sun scorching the earth, I sat on the ridge side, to see my mother and father down to the ground hard work, no matter how tired they are! No matter how tired they were, the vivid and touching stories often echoed in my ears. Their stories accompanied me as I grew up, and in the course of my development I could not do without their simple teachings and enlightenment.

Give me back a piece of sunshine, let me and my lovely sister happy forgetful game, if time can be reversed, I will never again because of learning in the doubt and not understand and fight to the red face. I would have laughed it off and talked and laughed again. Or with my brother to take a branch in the yard dancing sword and gun, often "fight" exhausted,...... think about it, all this is always in my wonderful unforgettable memories bloom flowers, exudes fragrance!

For thousands of years, ancient and modern, how many travelers because of homesickness to write homesickness, chanting: "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, low thinking of their hometown," Roy Cui had written: "Where is the sunset countryside, smoke on the river make people sad" touching verse, whenever I think of my parents' kind faces, I always think of my parents. Whenever I think of my parents' kind faces, I always have tears in my eyes. I think that only by studying hard and striving for excellent results can I repay them and live up to their expectations of me.

The rain is still drizzling down, and the water curtains in front of me are still flowing down. "The old road to the west wind thin horse, broken hearted people in the end of the world." I realized!

3. Homesickness for the hometown of the essay 400 words

Scattered in the childhood memory of the countryside (homesickness) unconsciously have homesickness,, I was born in the motherland of the Central Plains of Henan, an ordinary rural family, the village next to a small river, which is the paradise of our childhood.

In my very young just understand when, "the countryside" this two words, in my heart hit a deep mark, so I began to like it, and can even say that y in love with it. The countryside is a very hard place, but it is definitely the ideal paradise for children; there are no constraints, and they are free to show off their innocence, and we are as happy as a duck playing in the water, enjoying ourselves and playing.

I like the green grass there, the smoke curling beauty, like that there is no noise full of mysterious color of the night, like all day with me in the playmate, more like the Northwest Hanzhi simple without any cunning naive smile, in short, like everything there.... Unfortunately, in order to live my life around, the countryside has been a distant memory, childhood is a dream to emerge, the memory of the scenery has long been the world's most voracious animals damage, that good just in the memories and illusory meditation, how many times I woke up in my dreams, how many times I called in my heart, every time I woke up just the reality of the helplessness.

Remain in the heart of the childhood in my heart roots, as if in the roots and germination, the beauty of childhood as if the growth of saplings in the growth, so I miss more and more childhood countryside, and childhood everything everything.... When I was a child, the happiest thing was to play in the river, the river in my childhood was several times wider than now, especially in the summer rainy season, after a heavy rain, far away from the river can be heard rushing, the river over the riverbanks, flowing into the fields, and so on the river receded, we went in groups to catch fish in the river, one by one, engaged in the face, the body is full of mud, but were all wiped out by the joyful laughter and the innocent smile.

In my hometown, the sky after the rain is so beautiful, blue sky, white clouds, seven-color rainbow! And now living in this strange city, the city is prosperous, but I still miss the blue sky of my hometown . White clouds,, whenever I see the sky that piece of white clouds from the top of my head, white white clouds and my pure heart, but unfortunately the white clouds drift away with the wind, leaving just my pure heart in the call it again from my eyes; whenever I see the sky of the white clouds I will chase desperately, shouting, always want to let it stay down to satisfy the longing of my heart, so that it will take my heart, and has been chasing to their own! I've been chasing it until I'm exhausted. The morning of the countryside is noisy and lively.

Before dawn, the rooster stood on the short wall and sang, which is like a rallying cry, sheep, piglets, calves, a brain rushed out of the fence, followed by the men's loud yell. The smoke from the roofs of the houses is rising, and the smell of breakfast is filling the village, making you salivate.

The woman is wearing an apron beautiful body inside and outside the house busy, and we children take advantage of this gap to sneak out of the yard door, ran out of sight.

The night sky at that time was blue and deep, and the moon would be like a crystal jade disk hanging there, like a mirror in the hands of the fairies, and whenever you looked up to see her, a kind of sweet happiness would flood all over your body. In that kind of moonlit night you can be as imaginative as you want to be, intoxicating the floating heart in which the countryside night becomes the kingdom of dreams.

The winds of autumn have taken away the green, the earth quietly dressed, everything is in the gray and obscure, outdoor that stick full of frost and snow on the willow tree is hanging, like a silver bar hanging in the tree, especially spectacular. Although there is no spring charming birds and flowers, no summer spectacular lightning and thunder, no fall tempting fruitful, but it also has a dedication to nature's subtle beauty.

I love the hometown snow, I love the hometown snow scene, I love the hometown winter. The winter is the wheel of the soul.

Hometown winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope. Winter is also the children's paradise, the morning after eating wipe mouth, can not wait to call his companions to go skating, snowball fights, pile of snowmen, play forget the time, forget everything, only to hear the adults eagerly shouting to reluctantly go home, back home, cotton shoes and cotton pants legs have long been wet, in the mother's heartbreaking reprimand in the sound of the and symbolic in the small *** on the pat two, as a punishment for our naughty, and then We were ordered to *** pants, and then rushed to use the quilt to wrap us in the warmth of the quilt.

When the overwhelming wind blew a few after the dry willow stretching their slim body, quietly changed into a green dress, slowly grew a few tender green leaves, a two pieces.

The spring in the countryside is not as beautiful as the spring in the south, the memory is only willow, poplar, date palm, and so on. Every year when the rape blossomed, we knew that the hawthorn on the mountain was ripe (we call it mill Woori, huh?), I don't know if that's how it's written! I do not know if this is written), called on a few partners to bring a snakeskin bag to the mountains, to see the hanging branches of the fruit, greedy we drooled, (huh.) Now I think of it also drooled! Now I think of still drooling straight it!) A slip of small run up to care about what is not dirty, pick down to the mouth to plug, has been eating to the teeth are down, and only then counted on to solve the craving.

And then don't forget to pick him a bag full of bring back to the family to share. When the peach blossom in March and April is my happiest moment, standing in the orchard full of peach blossom, peach blossom fragrance, folded a few branches home inserted in a bottle filled with water, let the fragrance of the flowers with me to sleep.

There are thousands of scents in the world, but in my heart, only the scent of flowers is the most refreshing scent. Although the countryside is monotonous in the spring, but in my heart this is the best spring in the world.

Whenever the watermelon is ripe, in the river fluttering enough of me, early has been the hungry front heart to the back of the heart, to see the distant village field watermelon field will move the "thief heart", because I know that the village that amiable grandfather in the field to see the watermelon, so I I took a few dead friends along the ditch secretly close to the melon field, secretly poked out Small head, while the grandfather does not pay attention to, grab a large watermelon on the step and run, melon field came from the grandfather's yell, and so on when the grandfather rushed to the distance only came from the sound of hip-hop laughter and near the thrown.

4. to Lanzhou homesickness to write a composition, six hundred words or so

Custodial birds love the old forest, pond fish think of the old abyss.

--Title

Good deep night, good black sky, perhaps the clouds are jealous of the moon that is too white figure, quietly cover it up half of the side, I strolled alone in the campus on the path of the secluded, there is a trace of inexplicable sadness in my heart, the National Day holiday, the students have long been dispersed, but only I left behind. The first thing I realized is that the world can be so lonely.

It's been a long time since I've been home, right?

It's been a long time, hasn't it? A month, a semester, or a year?

"Hometown" this word in my memory more and more fuzzy, let the wash of time gradually erased, but I do not know how many of these festivals, Qingming? The first time I've been to the city, I've been to the city for a long time. The actual fact is that the actual actual actuality is not a good idea. ...... And how ever not attached to that piece of land that had nurtured their own? Just whenever such a festival, but also never a person simply think of each other, think of elderly parents, think of everything in the hometown, "alone in a foreign land for a foreigner, every festive season doubly think of relatives." I envy Li Taibai! How envious of Li Taibai! He could write so y touching about his missing of his relatives. I think at that time he also and now I have the same general mood, right? In fact, why don't I want to go home? Sometimes it is better to see something from a distance than to actually touch it, because at least that won't leave painful scars. Every time I go home, my eyes are full of my parents' back, my brother and sister-in-law's disgusted expression ...... I am afraid to face, so I only choose to escape. I don't know, behind a student's parents carry what kind of family burden, pay how much pain and tears? Perhaps the process of "studying" was just a gamble at the beginning, in terms of the rich, betting on recreation and enrichment of their own; in terms of the poor, betting on the burden of the entire family and the blood of the heart; and for me, betting on my parents to throw away all their own and their own future. Such a bet is too heavy and too painful. Just from the beginning there is no choice, since there is no choice, then we have to go with the flow to struggle, even if the end will not be the result they want.

The night is still so dark, not far from the pond fishing fire is still flickering, from the hedge seams flooded with drips and drops of red light, you can vaguely see the fishermen uncle busy figure, face symbolically hung full of happy smiles, they are in the year's harvest quietly struggling to seek just a family peace and quiet and let their own children to live a happier life. This kind of payment, even "selfless" this kind of word can not be comparable to it, because that kind of spirit, no longer to words can be expressed. I think my mother should be like them, right? At this moment she must be sitting under the somewhat dim light, carefully serving her sickly father, carefully feeding the medicine, and then carefully calculating the day's expenditure and harvest, every second is so short for her, every day is a never-ending labor. When I was a child, I read Meng Jiao's "You Zi Guan", which says, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son. The mood, until reading middle school every time you go home on vacation to collect the night before the return of the holiday, the mother under the oil lamp to sew their own clothes over and over again, and then check a change and a change, only to understand the original said is this scenario. "But the world's parents heart, day and night searching for a hundred feelings!" I think all mothers in the world should be as great as this, right? Every time, I always want to cry, but I'm afraid to let my mother see, but also afraid to let their own hearts hear, perhaps, when a person is afraid to even cry is their own fault, showing that he has forgotten how to cry, yes! What reason have I to cry? Ten years of hard work, has not yet ushered in a day of success, in that case, then the rest is persistent, so I only choose to be strong, perhaps, at the beginning I am a lost child, just the heart and open-minded goals, and dreams. The sycamore at the head of the village should grow taller, right? Think about it, it is always so persistent. And those memories of our childhood, with the time of the rolling and sinking gradually erased, the breeze gently whisked away, taking away the last touch of dust, leaving no trace. At this time the clouds gradually dispersed, the moon revealed a white smile, so that the stars are jealous of only blinking, jerked his head, unknowingly has gone to the cold house, gently pushed the door into the house, burning candles, yes! It is time to read the book, and then two months will be professional over the examination, the hope of the family are still in their own bodies, into also Xiao He, defeat also Xiao He, whether a move to determine the end of the world, on this line.

Autumn wind gently swept by, a piece of dead leaves fluttering down across the windowsill, I think, Tang Ma Dai in the "Bashang Autumn Dwelling" in the "fallen leaves of the trees in other countries, the cold lamps of the lonely night people. This is the same view, right?

Butterflies can't fly through the sea, I'm a kite tied to nostalgia after all.

5. essay on "homesickness" urgent

Mooncakes symbolize reunion, is the necessary food for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The custom of eating mooncakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival is said to have been passed down from the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

According to legend, during the Yuan Dynasty, the vast majority of people in the Central Plains were not willing to be subjected to the brutal rule of the Mongols, and have risen up against the Yuan. Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to unite the resistance, but the Yuan officials and soldiers searched closely, suffering from no way to pass the message. So Liu Bowen came up with a plan, Wang Zhaoguang manufacturing cakes, will write "August 15 night uprising" note hidden inside the cake. Then he sent people to the rebel armies all over the world, informing them that they would rise up on the night of August 15 to respond to the uprising. Thus, the Yuan Dynasty was overthrown, in order to commemorate this achievement, and thus the custom of eating mooncakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival has been passed down.

Regardless of what generation the mooncake originated from, the moon's roundness signifies the reunion of people, and the cake's roundness signifies the constant life of people, who use the mooncake to send a message of longing for their hometowns and relatives, and to pray for a good harvest and happiness, which are all the wishes of the world's people.

Mid-Autumn Festival and mooncakes

6. Essay on Homesickness

Mooncakes symbolize the reunion and are the necessary food for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The custom of eating mooncakes at Mid-Autumn Festival is said to have been passed down from the late Yuan Dynasty. According to legend, during the Yuan Dynasty, the vast majority of people in the Central Plains, unwilling to be subjected to the brutal rule of the Mongols, have risen up against the Yuan.

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to unite the forces of resistance, but the Yuan officials and soldiers searched closely, suffering from no way to pass the message. So Liu Bowen came up with a plan, ordered Wang Zhaoguang to make cakes, will be written with "August 15 night uprising" note hidden inside the cake.

And then make people to send to the rebel army in different places, notify them in the night of August 15, uprising response. Thus, the Yuan Dynasty was overthrown in one fell swoop. In order to commemorate this achievement, the custom of eating mooncakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival has been passed down.

Regardless of what generation the mooncake originates from, the moon's roundness signifies the reunion of people, and the cake's roundness signifies the constant life of people, and the mooncake is used to send a message of nostalgia for the hometown, and the feelings of missing relatives, and to pray for a good harvest, and happiness, which are all the wishes of the world's people. The Mid-Autumn Festival and mooncakes.

I have no pen or paper to write to you, but I will send you a message to tell you that you are safe.

That year you set out for the twilight of your home country

You thought there was a place for you

You looked around at the unfamiliar stares

You woke up in the morning, but there was no one by your side

The quiet rainy night brought back memories of her

Her pleas for help were still ringing in your ears

You couldn't help but burst into tears when you remembered her tearful face at the end of the night

You couldn't help but cry

I wanted to go back to my hometown so much

I wanted to go back to my home country so much. I'd like to go back home

To see her tenderness and kindness

To soothe my heart

Just let me go back home

To go back home

To her tenderness and kindness

To see her tenderness and kindness

I'd like to go back home

To go back home

To see her tenderness and kindness

To see her tenderness and kindness

To go back home

To go back home

To see her tenderness and kindness

To go back home

To go back home

To see her tenderness and kindness

Let me go back to my hometown

To her side again

To her tenderness and kindness

To her side again

To her tenderness and kindness

To her tenderness and kindness

That night, that night, that night

How to write an essay about patriotism and homesickness

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I looked up to the sky, and I could see the moon, but it was not that bright and clear, and it was not that bright and clear. The bright round of the moon, the sky like smoke like fog clouds, diffuse in the moonlight, as if the Chang'e veiled veil, neither alienated strange, but also have a thousand delicate state.

One thousand three hundred years ago today, who, in the white dew across the river in a foreign country in the autumn night, I do not know the fragrance of osmanthus, ignoring the mellow wine, hard to be so paranoid to chant out a different flavor of the poem - "the moon is the hometown Ming". Simple, simple and shallow, but a word that breaks the mystery, explaining our emotions and cognition between the scales that have a wonderful -

Because of deep love, so paranoid.

The moon seems to be able to read people's hearts, it is sadness, it is also a support; it is sadness, it is more thoughts.

The moonlight is like a clear spring, gently written into the hut. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. That bleak and clear light illuminates the hearts of people with pity. Outside the window a full moon at night, the sparse leaves of the sycamore in the reflection of the moonlight will be the last few pieces of branches and leaves helplessly skimmed off, fell endless loneliness. The light of the moon shine in Su Shi's heart, but does not bring a little comfort, in the helpless loneliness and deep longing, Su Shi wrote: "people for a long time, thousands of miles *** Cain Juan". At this moment, perhaps only the moon in his hometown can give him some comfort.

Because of the deep love, so paranoia.

Sitting under the moon, the scent of mooncakes is also integrated into the reverie of nostalgia. Yes, "The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown." The poet's voice cuts through the thousand years of white frost and night, saying the most irrefutable reason for us, so we will smile:

Because of deep love, so paranoid.

9. There is no article that describes homesickness in a beautiful way

Mid-Autumn Moonlight Night A Thousand Miles of Sentimental Love

The night wind is pleasant, and the moon is in the sky, the Mid-Autumn Moon is full. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you can get the money to pay for the services you need.

Gaze at the moon.

Gazing at the moon, let the night breeze cool down and flick the clothes. The night of the full moon, send a thought, a blessing, a warm care, a strong love to you, to the far away dear you ......

"Twilight clouds collect all overflow of cold, Yinhan silent turn jade disk." The moon is like a shy maiden, gently moving her lotus steps, also pulling my sight. I seem to see the cold Palace of the Chang'e in the light dance of the broad-sleeved, saw the moon fairy's eyes, and her cheeks of homesickness tears. She put the loneliness and despair, pain and uncertainty, all melted in their own delicate dance. The people who are thinking of each other may be able to seek a kind of spiritual comfort in Su Dongpo's lyrics:

"When is the moon? I'm not sure when the moon will come out, but I'm sure it will.

I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of the jade palace,

I can't stand the cold at the high place! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

I want to take the wind and go home, but I'm afraid that the jade tower is too high to be cold.

I should not have hated it, why is it so hard for me?

The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of time off from your work.

I hope we can be together for a long time, and we can be together for a long time."

The days of separation, the heart is often surrounded by thoughts, the family repeatedly urged me to put aside the sadness of thoughts, but I tasted the beautiful fantasy in the days of thoughts. Because of the thoughts there is hope, there are thoughts there is a time of emotion, there are thoughts more understand each other to cherish, there are thoughts also understand the most yearning in this life is where!

Another year of Mid-Autumn Festival, in this full moon night, silently think of you. I'd like to send my love to the moon, and let the wind bring my blessings and greetings: "Dear loved ones from afar, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and good health!"