Appreciation of homesickness prose

Every year I will go back to my hometown for a period of time, and all my daily necessities will stay there intact. When I first came back, maybe no one came to clean it for a long time. The yard was covered with chrysanthemum, and when I opened the doors and windows, it smelled musty. After cleaning and dressing up, the yard is still so fresh and lovely. I like to live here quietly, reminiscing about the old sesame seeds and rotten millet, remembering the dreams tangled in my heart, pouring out countless memories and spilling my thoughts everywhere.

The house in my hometown is full of countless homesickness, which is my own nest. That year, I implemented private saving, and I raised funds to complete my dream of housing, leaving me sad and tired, and a happy dream. After many years, I still can't bear to sell this house. I have a reluctant love here.

I like the tranquility of mountain roads and the comfort of mountain villages at night. After living for a long time, breathing the fresh air here is a pleasure. I really like it here. Childhood dreams, teenagers' longing, the charm of the lotus pond and Liuxia, and the hometown that never leaves, have recorded many stories. The ethereal and quiet hometown makes me want to stay.

A few crows, a few dogs barking, and a few nagging with my old mother floated in the night sky of the mountain village. The dim light and shadow, swaying in the tired mountain village, gradually fell asleep. I like this night, the quiet mountain village, the peaceful atmosphere, which is the most beautiful gift from nature to the mountain village. I am fascinated by the empty mountains and birds singing, the bright eyes and understanding, the bright moon and clear springs bathing the soul, and the natural and harmonious hometown.

The distant mountains are foggy, the moonlight is hazy, the alleys are quiet, the streets are drunk, and the multi-tone night rhyme is hazy, like a shy girl, with attractive veils on the cage. Walking alone by the stream, savoring the charm of the moonlit night in my hometown, the soft moonlight, the gurgling water and the long walk, silently savoring the beauty of the night in the mountain village, the beauty of the moonlit night in the mountain village endowed by nature, and the mysterious hometown fascinated me.

The beauty of quiet pine forests, the charm of playful streams, laughing mountain villages and hardworking villagers inspire my wisdom and care for my growth. The small mountain village in my hometown is my homesickness.

Scenery of mountains and rivers, warm and attractive atmosphere, natural and peaceful mountain villages and hardworking and kind neighbors have nurtured my life and infected my soul. My hometown mountain village is my favorite in my heart.

I like Tao Yuanming's poem "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan". In that beautiful evening scenery, the birds flew back to the mountains together, and all the freehand brushwork made me feel infinite. When I don't bend over for five buckets of rice, I will choose a small mountain village to accompany my hometown and enjoy the rural life here.