Change any paragraph in Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness into a 300-word composition.

Homesickness is a kind of pain that stretches in the bottom of my heart, just like where you will go and whose love is between a man and an anonymous person; Homesickness is a great emotion, occupying the deepest part of our hearts.

Homesickness stems from special memories of the past. When the rain at night rings in our ears, homesickness will come to our spiritual bottom as promised. Because every round trip, our homesickness is like a traveler walking out of Yangguan in the west, full of the aesthetic feeling of looking back suddenly.

I once thought about the innocence of homesickness, but after a story of nursery rhymes, I can only grieve for the deconstruction of homesickness. Homesickness is getting farther and farther away from us, or it has been transformed beyond recognition by modern things. Real life is a material battlefield without smoke, and the contest between money and morality is a refuge that can't stand homesickness gradually. Is there a back garden for human beings to rest and relax in our time when the spirit and feelings are completely collapsed and instrumentalism is invincible?

Perhaps everything that exists is reasonable, so when the strait-like homesickness is slowly covered by modern high-rise buildings, when the blood-like homesickness is diluted by popular culture in one fell swoop, and when the mainland-like homesickness is completely defeated by sensory pleasure, our boring heart may have forgotten the direction of going home. Will homesickness still make you homesick? Looking back, homesickness was the spiritual connection of a dusty history, so the thunder in the paper pile spread the meaningful soul of "old friend, story, hometown" in the long river of culture.

When the sunset takes away the memory of spring in your life, can you still welcome the joy of archaeologists excavating the historical sea in the twilight?

Perhaps the deconstruction of homesickness is a helpless reality. When it is not a work of art, when it is said to be an emotional luxury, when it has become a cold memory, that unforgettable memory will not become a big lie.

In fact, we are also in a material society without homesickness, and the spiritual monument supporting our hearts collapsed in a disaster without storms. We love strange cities, we wander around the streets after drinking, we enjoy fresh performances, and we cheer for the wandering of youth.

How wonderful it is to be at home in the four seas, and heaven remains our neighbourhood! Does homesickness only make me struggle? What makes us even more embarrassed is that the beautiful hometown we recalled lost face in the sandstorm. How can I proudly write the truest words in the latest meeting after a long separation?

After homesickness was banished by industrial civilization, the emotional substitute for comfort can only be the acquired materials made on the machine assembly line, which helps to strengthen the body muscles, but does not ask whether the heart is warm or not? The modern "homesickness edition" is so trendy and different: the keyboard "sends it to the north on a rainy night" makes the future of homesickness come true with a glimpse of online affection; The boredom of telephone feelings leads to the unnecessary dumping of post-modern emotional garbage in the text feast; Check remittance, credit card guarantee the world, and suck up the spiritual fat of love with the most economical and practical exchange.

Homesickness is really just an emotional shell. Is its back garden still in the depths of peach blossoms? If the outside world is wonderful, can you put aside the bitterness of homesickness and let others drink it themselves? Remember homesickness, and let people sing more beautifully about love! "It's okay to meet, and I don't always miss you." There are always lonely times in distant places, so our writing, our singing and our meditation will inevitably overflow the fragrance of homesickness. At that time, the hometown that I couldn't go back to was so lovely, just like the nursery rhyme that my mother sang softly at the cradle when I was a child.

We will gradually understand that homesickness is a masterpiece of history, which gives us not only the clear spring in the desert, but also the dew of travelers' hearts on earth. May homesickness be revived in the spiritual grave with the rebirth of human thinkers, and don't let us lose a few acres of dreamland.