A short article about homesickness

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, playing 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".

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Homesickness is dedicated to my distant mother and hometown.

I read Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness a long time ago, and I couldn't understand his loneliness at that time. But now, every time I finish reading, a wisp of homesickness will creep up on my mind.

I always thought I was handsome and left my hometown without looking back. Left the warm home. For more than ten years, the memory of my hometown is getting more and more distant, and only my mother's tears are left in the deepest memory. Time flies, more than ten years, finally let me know, at that time, I was young, how can I understand my sadness, how can I read it?

At that time, I was still young Young hearts are full of light and beauty, only glory. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow? Who knows if the heart is lonely? At that time, loneliness was a trace in my heart, faint. Silence. I don't know.

The memory of hometown, because of the breeze of time, is gradually unclear in my mind. In my memory, only my mother's eyes can talk. It's just that this yearning is deeply hidden in my heart and will not be forgotten slowly because I am far away. I can't forget it, I can't forget it. I am a wandering kite, no matter how far I fly, no matter how high I fly, that thread, that thread, that tenacious thread, that warm thread maintains my hometown and family, and I hold it in my mother's hand and my hometown's hand.

When my age has reached the age when my mother sent me out, on a lonely night thousands of miles away, when the world is full of moonlight, my heart is full of thoughts. Is this homesickness? The feeling of being speechless, like winding ivy, is full of heart.

Is homesickness a small stamp? Is homesickness a puppy? Homesickness is a lonely poem in my heart, which is gently recited under the moon, with the soft light of the bright moon, transparency and tears, but without heart and I am light.

Mother's eyes faded in the moonlight. When I miss her, I know my mother must miss me too. I know that when I miss my hometown, my hometown must miss me.

The distant hometown is memory, vivid, vague and speechless; The distant mother is like a painting, quiet and clear, like in front of my eyes, my heart can feel her shallow breath; My mother is in my hometown, and my hometown becomes a poem in my mother's hand. Mother's affectionate eyes are the most beautiful scenery in her hometown.

The homesickness in my heart condenses into a flower and quietly opens in my heart.

The homesickness in my heart condenses into a leaf, which is quietly green in my heart.

Tell me, in the dark night, how sadness grows and grows into a tree. In my heart, my thoughts shine obliquely, and through the gap, the night is elongated by my thoughts.

Tell me how much my mother misses her long-distance love child in the dark night. Through shallow tears, I heard my mother's heart choking.

Tell me, what is the wind like in my hometown in the dark night? How many homesick tears are shed on the river flowing through my hometown? Can the water that doesn't look back take away the loneliness in the wanderer's heart?

Is that homesickness? It is clearly my mother who misses my tears and is lonely and speechless.

Night, lonely and bright, is full of the world of the heart. With the night, there is a kind of yearning and a kind of feeling, which gradually grows stronger.

Unforgettable sadness and homesickness have become the deepest memory in my heart. Mother's eyes, in my hometown and the night when I was away, turned into a song, hopeless thoughts and hopeless expectations. Mother is hometown, and hometown is mother. In the bright moonlight, I can't see if their boundaries are clear.

Sleepy eyes, speechless. On every sad night. Homesickness, a lullaby sung by my mother, gradually sinks in my mind.

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homesickness

Yu Guangzhong —— A Famous Poet in Taiwan Province

In childhood

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I'm at this end

Mom is over there.

When I grow up

Homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I'm at this end

The bride is over there.

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mom's inside.

But now

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there