Mid-Autumn Festival Missing Hometown Composition

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Mid-Autumn Homesickness Composition 1 It's another full moon. Let's share our life and move on. Looking at the moon, looking at my hometown, I miss you very much. The bright moon is shining in the sky, and the homesickness next to Huanghua Dongli rises gradually with the breeze.

I am in a foreign land, and I can't enjoy elegance, sweetness and romance; On your way home, you are dusty for the happiness of a reunion dinner, endless homesickness, sustenance and yearning; He was on the other side, lifting himself up to look, and I found that it was moonlight. I only hoped that people would live for a long time, which was a deep comfort of thousands of miles.

No matter how far people go, the dream of family reunion will always be engraved in their hearts. How bright the moonlight is at home! S care always blesses the people he loves! The bright moon on Jinchang Mountain has been round and missing, missing and round since ancient times. Coupled with the Mid-Autumn moonlight on Suixi River, it witnessed the lights in my hometown and was a happy reunion. Thousands of years have passed, giving people a beautiful yearning and giving the beautiful Jianning town a clear and dust-free spirit!

On August 15, a burst of firecrackers sounded, red candles shone high in front of every household, and moon cakes and fruits in various seasons smelled fragrant in the moonlight. After family reunion, sit together and wait until the round moon rises, which is the time when children really experience the happiness of the festival. Eating moon cakes every Mid-Autumn Festival is a festive atmosphere. Sharing moon cakes with the whole family is also what I look forward to most every Mid-Autumn Festival! Let the best children in the family go to the rice jar to get moon cakes. At that time, children were very simple and felt it was a great honor to be praised by their parents. Being sent to do this is almost equivalent to getting a certificate!

When all kinds of moon cakes appeared in front of us, we sang happily like birds, and our joy was beyond words. Grandma is the elder, the highest position in the family, the most weighty words, parents will let grandma preside over the pie, everyone dare not say anything. First, divide the same cake into pieces, and all the black eyes move in the direction of the moon cake, hoping that the piece you like will fall into your plate! From time to time, he sticks fragrant sesame seeds on the pie and pretends to help. In fact, he is a glutton.

Until the largest piece is allocated, the moon cake with super size and connotation can be described as the big brother in the moon cake. This is a reunion moon cake for the whole family to eat together, which represents the most extraordinary significance! Grandma will cut the cake for dad. There are eight people in the family, so the round moon cake has eight directions. My younger brother is the youngest, so everyone always lets him choose first. Naughty, he looked down at the table or stood on the stool until everyone made a lot of suggestions. He finally reached for the piece he was satisfied with, and then it was my turn. When I stretched out my hand, my brother changed his mind instantly and immediately said that my sister's piece was bigger. We should overlap the two pieces and compare them, and then take the bigger piece away ... every year.

At that time, I really believed that Chang 'e was in Guanghan Palace, looking for the Jade Rabbit osmanthus tree. At that time, naughty took a moon cake and compared it with the moon, took a bite and compared it; At that time, the moon left, so did I, stopping and looking at the sky; Nowadays, moon cakes and the moon are only representatives of the festive atmosphere. Facing all kinds of moon cakes with exquisite packaging, exquisite workmanship and unique taste, looking up at a full moon and hanging faintly in the sky, many emotions are born in response to the situation, which always makes people feel sad and sad. Looking back at the reunion, the taste of childhood is particularly attractive and nostalgic, and the memories left behind are still so warm and moving!

Missing my hometown in Mid-Autumn Festival Composition 3 "The moon is full on August 15th, and the moon cakes in Mid-Autumn Festival are sweet". This famous proverb tells the traditional custom of enjoying the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival night and drinking alcohol while eating moon cakes. I remember when I was a child, the Mid-Autumn Festival was round, full moon, round moon cakes and round smiling faces. The times are changing and the inheritance is unchanged. The full moon brings people together, and lovesickness travels thousands of miles. The Mid-Autumn Festival in August is the reunion season. Mid-Autumn Festival is a combination of enjoying the moon and tasting moon cakes, symbolizing family reunion.

The golden moonlight in the sky is full of thoughts, and the golden moon cakes on the table are full of reunion wishes. The sweetness of moon cakes is a sweet wish for life, and a glass of wine is a blessing for the health of elders. In August, Jingui is fragrant, Qiuju is in full bloom, and the red leaves in the wind fly out of the poem and dance deeply. Under the moonlight, how many relatives get together, how many poets are reading poems, how many months there are romantic lovers, and how many people are left to look at the moon and feel sorry for themselves. The moonlight crept through the window lattice, and the faint light fell in a room. Occasionally, the song of the wind began to gently open my old thoughts and chapters.

Mid-Autumn Festival Missing Hometown Composition 4 Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and now it's here again.

A few days ago, my daughter, who was far away from home, said on WeChat that she bought moon cakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival and remembered that the annual Mid-Autumn Festival was coming quietly, so she also bought some moon cakes. The moon cakes are well packaged, well used and delicious, but they have no appetite. After a few bites, they are thrown aside. Looking at the abandoned moon cakes, I thought of my daughter who loves moon cakes, so I gave her a reply: no one bought moon cakes, and all the people who love moon cakes are far away.

I don't want my daughter to say with a smile, don't be sentimental, the moon is perfect whenever and wherever.

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow. Young people yearn for the outside world. Her heart is lively and optimistic. In her eyes, the world is always perfect. Moreover, the moon has always been round, and it is only the obstacle of sight that makes it round.

However, for me, who is far away from my hometown, my parents and children, and has entered middle-aged and old age, I can't show my daughter's free and easy, especially on this month's reunion day, but I feel the full moon.

Thinking that my elderly and frail parents were looking forward to their children's reunion as much as I was, I called them. My father said that he had bought cakes from Hong Kong and cakes unique to the Mid-Autumn Festival in his hometown. My parents are diabetic and can't eat sweets. I know these are all for us. They want us all to go back to the Mid-Autumn Festival and have a family reunion. Thinking that I can't go back after all, and I have to spend the few Mid-Autumn Festival with my elderly and lonely parents, I can't help but feel sad and my throat is a little stiff, so I hung up the phone in a hurry.

Do you miss your hometown this Mid-Autumn Festival?

Hometown always entrusts with our best, warmest and safest things. Do you miss your hometown this Mid-Autumn Festival?

It is said that the first generation of migrant workers is very simple, that is, making money, making money, and finally going home no matter how hard it is. Because there are people closest to you, people who love you the most. All the hardships outside can be resisted, just because there is the warmest care and love in my heart. What about the second generation of migrant workers? Take your children and wife and wander around the edge of the city. Can you stay? No, you can still go home. In fact, even if you stay, it is difficult to integrate into the city, because of the hukou, because your blood still smells of firewood from your hometown. What about the third generation of migrant workers? Hometown seems to blur the concept. Born in the city, raised here. Accents and living habits are already city people. Are we still going home?

Which generation do you belong to? I'm not sure who I am. However, my hometown is still haunted by dreams. Mom said that home is where your parents are. When your parents leave, you probably won't be so attached to your hometown.

The Mid-Autumn Festival misses my hometown 6 lighthouses, and the sky is boundless.

The lake is blue and clear.

Roadside, lush forest.

Double bridge, flowing water.

During the day, I sniffed the fresh air of Haida lightly, and everything I saw made me greedily collect the beautiful scenery for a lifetime. At midnight, I heard a phone call chatting with my roommates and parents: "Oh, I really don't want home at all." I smiled in my heart. Who said it wasn't?

I used to think that I never missed my hometown.

The coastal areas are always a little wet. Accustomed to the humidity in my hometown, I breathed the air with a little seafood smell in my hometown and naturally hung the quilt on the balcony. However, I forgot that I didn't collect the quilt in time because of the stormy weather at the seaside. As a result, the shower broke through the window and the quilt was flooded again. I sighed helplessly and asked myself in my heart how I could make this mistake again like at home.

At midnight, a cool breeze blows gently. Although the latitude is low, it still can't escape the exclusive coolness of the seaside. The high temperature of 29 in the weather forecast is more like an unreachable legend. I dress as if I were at home. There seems to be only a turning gap from the dormitory at home to the dormitory at school, but I never feel uncomfortable.

Passing the only lighthouse in colleges and universities in the country in the morning is not novel at all. I was full of thoughts and suddenly remembered the lighthouse in my hometown. The same white and flawless, tall and straight, just like a silent person, watching the ups and downs, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable. If you think like this, you will be happy. So, like a child who didn't grow up, I dragged the lighthouse until I was satisfied, and he cooperated as always.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for reunion. Being in a foreign land, I looked up at the moon in the sky, only to find that under the influence of "Moranti", the clouds were surging and the moonlight was hazy, and everything became less real. What a pity, I think. Without moon cakes and reunion, there would be no chance to "travel thousands of miles" with your family.

I can't help thinking that if I were in my hometown at the moment, the sky would be dark blue and the moonlight would be bright. If I were in my hometown at this moment, the stars in the sky must be shining, lined with a small plane that accidentally crossed; if ...

In an instant, I really realized that I had been away from home for a long time.

Shanghai, Qingdao.

I don't miss the same two coastal cities, but I miss the afterheat of my hometown. I savor all the beauty of my hometown all the time and pretend that I have never left my comfort zone. The body stays in the magic capital, but the soul simulates everything in the hometown. I don't miss it so much as I miss it too much.

So, everything makes sense. I used all the similarities between here and my hometown to deceive myself to anesthetize myself. If I never leave, I naturally don't need to miss it. However, all the similarities can't offset the moonlight at home. There is how bright! ■ Hesitation.

Yes, I finally have to admit that I miss you, my parents, all kinds of live seafood and my hometown. Let me immerse myself in the atmosphere of my hometown for the last second. The next second, I will open my eyes and look for bright colors that belong only to the magic capital; At the same time, I will keep my homesickness in my heart and ferment slowly. I will only wait until the day I go back, when I will smell the fragrant wine and the astringent homesickness.

I used to think that I never missed my hometown.

Now, please let everything I miss wait for me to go home.

Wait till I get home.

Mid-Autumn Festival Missing Hometown Composition 7 Are you going home this Mid-Autumn Festival? Many people will say that we can't go back this year. Let's do it next year. But I forgot what I said last year. I also forgot my parents' earnest expectations at home, hoping that my children can go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival. China people have an innate holiday complex, and people think that holidays should be a time for family reunion. But it was supposed to be a family reunion day, but it was delayed for various reasons.

Do you remember how long it has been since you spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with your family? One year, three years, five years, and some even say ten years. Maybe it's because of school, maybe it's because of work, or because of the inconvenient transportation. But what can stop a wanderer's determination to go home?

Nowadays, people are busy making money and thinking about how to make their families live a happy life. But what is often overlooked is that happiness is not only the so-called material life, but also gathering and companionship. I always feel that the traditional festivals in China have lost their old atmosphere, but the western festivals (Valentine's Day, April Fool's Day, Christmas, etc. ) is becoming more and more popular in China. Sometimes I think about the nutrition, massager, clothes and jewelry you actually bought for your parents. Why don't you have dinner with them, chat with them and feed them a mouthful of moon cakes yourself? Maybe this will make parents feel the holiday better.

In fact, it is quite sad to be alone in a foreign land. If I can't go home during the holiday, I will invite three or five friends to get together and sing, trying to dispel the feeling of homesickness. But every time in the dead of night, I can't stop my deep homesickness. Sometimes it's not that I don't want to go home. Maybe I work too fast at ordinary times. I'm looking forward to a holiday and want to have a good rest. Maybe there are three or two days in a holiday. I won't go out at home, just want to slow down. Or maybe I feel that the fatigue of horses and chariots is not as good as the gentle moments with my family.

I miss my loved ones most when I can't go home during the holidays. Sometimes I think. In fact, it's really hard to be reunited with your family all year round. A year is twelve months, and sometimes I spend less than a month with my parents. Think about what your family expects of you. Maybe what you give them is not what they want, but what they want is actually very simple.

Let go of what you are doing, even if you leave Wan Li and go home for dinner. Don't let your family's expectations fail again and again. Go home and spend time with your family, because the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and the full moon is a family reunion.

I miss my hometown in Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn Festival has a special taste in my heart! That touch of green, that touch of fragrant, that touch of soft and smooth, that touch of delicate, slipped through the tip of the tongue, sweet and comfortable, enjoying the food, adding more surprises to family reunion and relatives and friends gathering, sitting in front of the door looking up at the sky, listening to the old man chatting, or pointing to the moon and asking some fantastic questions. Adults always say, never point at the moon, or your ears will be cut off. Although I don't believe it, I dare not make such a disrespectful gesture to the moon's face. Sometimes I will sneak to a place where no one is there and talk to myself quietly, but I have never had my ear cut off.

The Mid-Autumn Moon in that era was so bright, people in that era were so bright, pure happiness, no reason, small ideals, few wishes, but full of happiness! Happy smiling faces are reflected in the moonlight of the fifteenth, and the hearts full of laughter and laughter are all reunion!

The Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly bright. Every time I feel homesick, the old people at home leave. Those warm times, the joy of sharing cakes, will never happen again. I miss my parents who have left! Miss, like white clouds floating in the air, miss, like the bright moon. Those relatives, flowing in the warmth of the long river of time, will never die. Gently touch the wound that still hurts. I can't tell where my heart has flown. How long is the way home, how long will my thoughts be!

Love, like shadow, affects thoughts and blessings, and misses the homesickness that is hard to give up. At this moment, I only hope that the lovesickness in autumn will go with the wind and revel in the brilliance of the moon!

Missing nine families in the Mid-Autumn Festival is the destination of the soul, the habitat of the soul, and the eternal haven. The yearning for the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival turns the yearning into a light wing of the geese and carries it back to the hometown.

The bright moon is like a jade plate, and scattered stars dye stars. Lily is swaying in the wind, with a faint fragrance, leading the dancing fluorescence; The stars are bright and the wind is light, and it takes a full moon, which is heaven and earth.

Autumn is the season of missing. The Mid-Autumn Festival came naturally, and everything in my hometown reminded me of my infinite yearning and yearning.

On the watery Mid-Autumn night, I will imagine myself as a flying bird, flying into the moon palace of Yuqionglou and perching on the branches of laurel trees; Even the sound of moonlight flowing will ring in my ears. They are like flowing water and distant music, which bring me to distant and beautiful dreams.

From January to Mid-Autumn Festival, families get together, but I want to go home only as a luxury. The full moon is hard to be round tonight, and my anxiety is even worse. Only through this bright moon can we send our loved ones healthy.

Month is Mid-Autumn Festival, and love is golden autumn. Wherever we are, we will see the full moon. No matter where we are, we taste different cakes but have the same feeling; No matter where we are, our mood is always the same.

Missing my hometown in Mid-Autumn Festival 10 The moon is round and the moon cakes are sweet; Melons and fruits are fragrant, and relatives are reunited. At first glance, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival comes as scheduled. At this moment, everyone's face is filled with a happy smile.

In the morning, accompany my mother to the morning market to buy moon cakes. When I arrived at the morning market, I found that there was already a sea of people here, and the festive atmosphere was everywhere. My mother and I went straight to the stall selling moon cakes. There are all kinds of delicious moon cakes on the booth: Wuren moon cake, red bean paste moon cake and jujube paste moon cake ... My mother and I chose our favorite Wuren moon cake, then bought a lot of fruits and came back happily.

At noon, my mother showed her talents and cooked a lot of delicious food by herself: chicken stewed mushrooms, braised pork ribs ... My mother also invited relatives and friends to dinner and raised a glass to drink, which was very enjoyable and warm.

In the evening, we held a family reunion. Everyone gave a wonderful performance: I won applause from the lower back, my mother sang "Where Has Time Been" which touched the heartstrings, and my father recited a poem "Shuidiao" by Su Shi, which won applause. Just then, the Moon Fairy climbed into the sky, and our whole family enjoyed the moon while tasting delicious moon cakes and looked at her beautiful figure. I was deeply intoxicated.

The Mid-Autumn Festival brings every family together, makes every family laugh and makes everyone enjoy a happy moment. I love it!

Missing my hometown in Mid-Autumn Festival 1 1 When night comes, a bright moon rises slowly. Another Mid-Autumn Festival night, another sleepless night. It's true that the whole family eats cakes and enjoys the moon, but why, looking at the full moon like a jade plate, the idea of eating cakes certainly disappears. Just looking up at the bright moon and looking down at the soft moonlight, there are many feelings in my heart.

Thousands of words are bound by the bright moon, and thousands of feelings are also brought out by the bright moon. what do you think? Lots and lots. I haven't been back to my hometown for six years, and I want to go back and see what it looks like now. It must have become beautiful. No factories, no pollution, an ordinary and beautiful place. What fresh air and beautiful things, I still miss them. When I was a child, my friends playing by the stream didn't know what they were doing. Are they enjoying the moon with me or playing with other friends?

When I think of my grandparents, they are old, but they still farm in the fields and feed pigs and raise silkworms at home. I remember when I was a child, my grandfather often took my delicate hand, took me to catch grasshoppers and crickets, and accompanied me to pick fruits and vegetables. Grandma loves me, too, but she won't take me to catch bugs and pick fruits like grandpa did. Grandma is a good cook and often cooks good food for me. Hold me in your arms at night and tell me stories to put me to sleep. When I fall asleep, carry me to the bed and cover me with a quilt. Thought of this, the in the mind a little sour and a little sweet.

I thought of my uncle's silkworm. Whenever I, a little troublemaker, come to my uncle's house, his silkworm will never live, because I treat it as a game when I am naughty, and I will die as soon as I see it. I wonder if there are any silkworms in my uncle's house now.

It's getting colder and colder, and my mother calls me home. I don't want to, because my eyes don't stay on the moon, but stay in the past and be missed by the moon. Really, I really want to go home. A place full of memories, a place where childlike interest never fades.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, I can't sleep, still thinking about the beauty of my hometown. I really want to be closer to my hometown. Looking at my hometown and friends, looking at my grandparents I haven't seen for years, I cried. But when I woke up, everything was nothing. It was a dream. Putting on a dress, I went to the yard again and looked at the bright moon, feeling more thoughtful.

Missing my hometown in Mid-Autumn Festival 12 When I miss my hometown in February, I think that the reunion dinner in recent years has been with my brothers and sisters in the church. There were six families and seven people last year. A few lonely people form a temporary big family, which is really enjoyable!

These brothers and sisters are our partners in life and our traveling companions running in heaven. We are very grateful for God's mercy, so that these brothers and sisters can get together, often help each other, be alert to each other, and often hold each other up with prayers. Compassion and comfort with the love of the Lord.

We imperfect people are doomed to make mistakes and argue. It is also because we can forgive each other in the Lord, because in the Lord, we can "see others better than ourselves" and complement each other.

Nowadays, on the day of family reunion, those of us on the road may not be able to stay with our relatives for various reasons. But God has also given us a special family, so we are not alone.

Relatives are often separated from us because we need physical reunion.

Wanderers who can't go home are looking forward to reuniting with their loved ones, and the people of Heaven who have made promises have even greater expectations.

We used to be strangers and sojourners on earth, and one day we will return to our eternal hometown.

There may be many difficulties during our stay, which makes us no longer miss our home on this earth. Perhaps there are many temptations that make us long for this earthly home, but mainly we know that there is a more beautiful hometown in the sky. "If they miss their hometown, they still have a chance to go back. They envy a more beautiful hometown, which is in the sky. "

Missing my hometown in Mid-Autumn Festival 13 When will the moon shine? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

-Su Shi, "When is the bright moon?

In a blink of an eye, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Every traditional festival in China has its own legend, such as the ancient mysterious Spring Festival with the monster "Year"; The Dragon Boat Festival branded the poet Qu Yuan with dignity ... Among them, the legend of Mid-Autumn Festival is the most charming and moving. Chang 'e, the moon fairy who "should regret stealing the elixir"; About poor WU GANG who always cuts down laurel trees; About the lovely jade rabbit with aura ..... When I look up at the full moon, I feel a little more missing and a little more disappointed.

Yes, melancholy, in this full moon festival. Since ancient times, the Mid-Autumn Festival has symbolized the reunion of people and the moon, the family reunion to enjoy the moon and the family happiness. Wanderers who have left their homes can only look at the moon and sigh, feeling dejected. I am not a vagrant, but I am anchored in the warm harbor of "home"

A boat with a leaf. When the students discussed the upcoming holiday and delicious moon cakes with great interest, my thoughts drifted to the other side of the motherland-Sichuan.

When I think of Sichuan, I can't help thinking of the "5. 12" earthquake, which caused heavy losses and intense grief. I don't need to describe it again. Although several months have passed since that day, the shock it caused is still lingering. My first thought is those lives that evaporate in an instant, those innocent, fresh and respectable lives. Maybe now tears will twinkle in my eyes. Such scenes appear every day, except for the reason of being moved, the rest are because of seeing others suffer. Hold out your hand for a while-but what can I do? I can't help those young children to call back their parents, nor can I call back the classmates and teachers who used to get along with each other for the surviving students. Everyone in heaven, I can't get back. Their former seats in the world are always empty.

Many times I can't do anything.

So silence.

I can't help thinking: how will the survivors spend such a traumatic day? Standing on a dilapidated home, covered with tears like water and moonlight? Or just look up quietly and see if you can find traces of your loved ones on the bright moon?

I can only sigh for it, I can hardly hear it.

Gently walk out of the classroom full of laughter and joy and look up.

The moon is covered with thin cloud gauze, revealing the embryonic form that has gradually become full and round in the haze; A few sparse stars are flashing, flashing. I gently sang Su Shi's widely circulated "Water Melody", and at the same time prayed in my heart, praying for heaven and my world: May everything be fine.

The disaster will dissipate as soon as possible. I wish everyone in the world peace and happiness and enjoy this bright moon. ...