The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.

It always rings with the moon at night.

The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.

Like waves in the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without rings.

Never grow old.

What are the touching local feelings in students' works?

? Nostalgia/Liu Sicheng

She is a city full of heroes, the earliest established city, a city with selfless dedication and infinite vitality. She is my hometown Yangquan. This was the main battlefield of the Hundred Regiments War, and the fighting inspired the people of the whole country's confidence in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. It is the first people's city founded by China's * * * production party, and it has made heroic contributions to the war of liberation. It is also a famous anthracite production base in China. In the early days of the People's Republic of China, coal was shipped abroad, which continuously supported the national economic construction. Since the reform and opening up, great changes have taken place in Yangquan. Looking at the whole city, the roads are wide and unobstructed, bridges are flying in the air, and high-rise buildings are lined with gardens. I love you, Yangquan, the banks of Taohe River are blooming in spring, and all flowers are blooming: red peach blossoms, golden winter jasmine flowers and pink apricot flowers. Love you wetland park, bees and butterflies flying, small fish playing and chasing. The river is crystal clear and the microwave is shining. Love you, the library is full of books, and the shooting range is magnificent. Yangquan, you have raised a party with beautiful mountains and rivers, and a livable city is becoming your new business card. I believe you will seize the opportunity, be brave in innovation and make the city better! I love your hometown, and I love you, Yangquan. I cherish your past, love your present and love your future!

? My hometown/Xu Shuang.

The longer I am away from home, the more I miss my hometown. My home is near the Yellow River. When the weather is fine, you can feel the momentum of "how the water of the Yellow River moves to the sky, enters the ocean and never returns" by cycling for about half an hour. I don't know whether this sentimental poet saw the same scene as me in those years. His poems are full of enthusiasm and left a masterpiece that has been told for generations. I have no such talent. I like the feeling of crossing two provinces with one foot on the bridge and one foot under the bridge. Feel flattered, inexplicably proud. Less than a month after I left home, I was homesick. I miss the mountains, the water, the people and the friendly and indirect local accent. I miss my favorite persimmon forest. Spring is coming, should the trees sprout? It must be new green. In a few days, when the warm wind blows, the branches of the trees will spread out and show off their new clothes. The wild flowers under the tree must wake up and stick their heads out, swaying with the breeze, showing off their graceful posture and attracting bees and butterflies around them. Swallows are attracted by the beauty and excitement, and fly all the way back every year to meet this spring.

? Homesickness/Haoyu?

"The sky is floating on the clouds in my hometown, and it keeps calling me; When the breeze is blowing gently around me, a voice is calling to me, "when reading paper, I can't remember how many nights slipped through my fingers;" "I can't remember how many candles were reduced to ashes under my gaze. After I die, I will always hear this music echoing in my ears. My deep yearning for my hometown is getting stronger and stronger, and I feel that the flow of years is gradually diluting my youth ... I have carefully walked through every inch of my hometown and I have carefully appreciated every corner. Time flies, the sun flies, and my hometown is gradually blurred in my dream. I didn't even hear the footsteps in my hometown at the last moment when I woke up. In my heart, my hometown seems to be getting farther and farther away from me, and she disappeared before I could see her clearly ... When I was a child, I played in my hometown, stepped on the land of my hometown, bathed in the warm spring breeze, and felt extremely warm; At that time, I was lying on the grass in my hometown, admiring the bright moon at night and counting the twinkling stars naively. The wind at night has a different smell from my hometown. I felt that life at that time was the most beautiful and comfortable life, and I didn't know how to cherish it until I lost it. I can't help feeling deeply, tasteless and mixed, and I can't say how sad I am. Now I expect the gray sky and my childhood to be bright. Dim ... I don't know when, I woke up, my face was full of tears, and a little pain came to my heart. Only I know the pain of not being understood. I don't know when and where I can go back to my hometown and my mother.

Nostalgia/Lee

My hometown is beautiful and simple. I often think of him. I think of clean houses, wide streets, clear rivers and green fields. In the river, the fish are swimming happily, the birds are flying freely in the fields, and the children in the street are laughing happily. He is not as colorful as the city, but he is so simple, but he has given me infinite happiness and happiness.

Nostalgia/Feng

"The moon is round at sea now, and heaven is still our neighbor." Every tourist misses his hometown and loves it deeply. There is no fairyland in Jiuzhaigou, no fairy fog in Zhangjiajie and no culture in my hometown of Old Town of Lijiang, but I have the most "beautiful scenery" in my heart. Although my hometown is not as noisy and prosperous as a big city, it is not as good as the fragrant hills with red leaves, the towering Mount Tai, the mirror-like West Lake and the strange and beautiful Guilin landscape. But it's more beautiful than before. Her simple scene has disappeared without a trace. Now it's a whole new side. Beishan in my hometown is my favorite place. At night, Beishan Park is crowded with people, which is very lively! In particular, the "ladder river" at the bottom of Beishan Mountain is like a step leading to heaven, and the water flowing out from it seems to be given to us by the gods, so holy. The Roman patterns carved under the water are so vivid. Together with the twelve stone statues of Olympus around, it is like a fairyland. Hometown is like a cheerful song that makes people feel comfortable, like a vivid landscape painting that edifies people's sentiments, like a refreshing and elegant poem that inspires people.

Homesickness/Wang Wei?

My hometown is unique and gentle to me. As soon as you step on her, you can feel a deep feeling that blends into your arms. Besides, the soil is so fertile and soft, the air is so gentle and kind, and the sky is so tolerant. It's nothing. There are more, better and more beautiful things here. This is the pure land that washes my young mind-because she is kind and gentle. Fields, rivers, sky and towers are kind and gentle. The closest thing to you is the air. The air flows quietly in the air, a little sweet, but also a little taste of hometown, lovely and gentle taste, the smell of flowers, trees and insects in the field. Secondly, although most of the small tile houses in rural areas are dilapidated and uninhabited, as long as they are seen at a glance, they will unconsciously think of childhood scenes. The door is made of wood and the wall is made of Shi Zhuan. The quaint smell is fascinating. Look again! The tower beside the house! That's the Xiu De Temple Tower. The patterns on the tower are carefully carved, and people often put lanterns here at night. There are stars and lights floating in the sky, and people's hearts are also led to the sky by monks chanting scriptures. How can I put it? Is your hometown gentle now? Actually, it's more than that. That day, especially at night, leaning against the tower was a painting. Perfect painting. Kitchen smoke rises in every household, and thin tobacco leaves float into the distance, constantly floating, and floating into the sunset. If nothing else, just say this sky, she is also gentle! Nostalgia, nostalgia. The so-called homesickness is the hometown that is preserved in the heart, the hometown that is always beautiful and gentle.

Nostalgia/Zhai Jianing

There is a beautiful mountain in my hometown-Cuifeng Mountain. The coverage rate of natural forests there is over 97%, and it is picturesque all year round. It is called natural fairyland and natural oxygen bar. Cuifeng Mountain seems to be a figure coming out of a painting: the continuous peaks seem to outline her with ink and paint her with dark green. "She" always walks in front of you with a charming attitude. No matter how you chase her, she always falls behind, and you can only watch from a distance. Wherever "she" passes, she will turn into a beautiful scenic spot. You see, in spring and summer, Cuifeng Mountain seems to be dressed in colorful clothes. Flowers are dotted like stars, butterflies, bees and birds are dancing, and squirrels are jumping happily in the lush and pine forest. Like pearls in a crevice, water drops play wonderful music and fall into the stream. The fresh air is refreshing. In autumn, the Cuifeng Mountain is more like a sea of competition, with crimson, pale pink, orange and oil green trees, one after another, competing to show their heroic spirit ... really like a natural landscape painting! The winter in Cuifeng Mountain is not inferior. After the heavy snow, this is a silver world. The mountains are covered with snow, the trees are covered with thick silver, and the pavilions wear silver hats ... This is a beautiful scenery in the north. This is the lovely Cuifeng Mountain in my hometown.

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Nostalgia/Andy

My hometown is ordinary and simple. There is no beautiful scenery in Jiuzhaigou, no endless grassland, and no rough blue sea. My hometown is full of green grass, red maple leaves, colorful flowers and quiet years. There is a walnut tree in front of my house, which is green and tall. This tree has been around for some years, but I have never seen any signs of depression. It's getting better and better. It's really healthy and energetic. Although the walnut trees in my hometown are ordinary, they are unknown. He does not have the fragrance of flowers, but has the spirit of grass. He doesn't have the luxury of peony, but he has the height of pine. He has no medicinal value, but he can make people enjoy the cool. He is always taciturn, but he can tell at a glance. This walnut tree is as tough, tenacious and indifferent as people in my hometown. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, this is the rule of work and rest of hometown people, and work hard without competing with the world. This tree is a witness. This tree is not charming, but it always makes people fall in love with it inadvertently. ?

Ordinary, plain, enough. ...

Nostalgia/Rollin Wang

The memory of my hometown is like an old story, where I left my footprints step by step, where I was full of joy and where my dearest family lived. Spring in my hometown is very beautiful. Spring is the season when everything recovers, and my hometown is more beautiful. Flowers bloom: peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, pink as chardonnay, red as fire, white as snow, from a distance, a vivid color picture scroll. Up close, the lovely flowers are really pleasing.

When I was still immersed in the fragrance of spring, summer came to my hometown. Summer in my hometown is very hot.

Xia Feng's blowing can't take away a trace of hot air. The sun is scorching the earth, and the flowers and plants look very haggard and withered, which makes people bored. ? Autumn in my hometown is very cold. Autumn is golden and the grain is abundant. Walking on a country road, a cool breeze blows and leaves fall with the wind. A few steps forward, you will see red apples, pears and beautifully carved grapes in Huang Chengcheng ... Autumn is the season when melons and fruits are ripe.

Soon, winter came. The winter in my hometown is very clean, and it is wrapped in silver. Walking out of the hut, I saw snow all over the floor. Snow is pure and supreme; And this represents the soul of hometown people and the simplicity of hometown people.

Feel the warmth and tranquility of my hometown. Let me pour out my homesickness!

Nostalgia/Zhang Cenwei

Strong homesickness is the trace of homesickness. Hometown is like a mother, like a safe haven. My hometown is a part of me. My hometown Yangquan is a place with mountains and water, with four distinct seasons. Yangquan is my hometown, and I am familiar with everything about it. Where there is a park, where there is a supermarket, where is Quanzhong Road and where is Xiaoyangquan. I know them very well.

Yangquan in the four seasons is more beautiful.

Spring blossoms, everything recovers and is full of vitality. You can smell the flowers as soon as you go out. What kind of flowers are in bloom? Everyone is rushing to take a photo with these "little cuties".

The scorching sun in summer, the summer in Yangquan and the strong climate in Shanxi bring a little coolness here, making the passion in midsummer more gentle. In this hot season, people can show their vitality more fully.

Autumn is the most lively season, others think it is bleak and don't like it. And I think: "since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say autumn is not as good as spring." Autumn has come, and everything has been harvested. Farmers enjoy a bumper harvest for a year. On the street, two rows of neat poplars stand on the street, just like soldiers guarding this great Yangquan.

In winter, the weather is cold, but not too dry. Maple leaves fall on the street one by one, which is very beautiful. It seldom snows in winter in Yangquan, but the heavy snow comes, which makes people happy and distressed. They are happy to play with snow, but they are distressed that the road is slippery and many people will fall down again.

The four seasons in my hometown are always the most beautiful, and my hometown is always the warmest support. Shanxi, may you be prosperous forever, and my memory of you will never change.

Nostalgia/Wang

? Hometown, which is synonymous with missing; Hometown, this is a dream that never ends; Autumn in my hometown, this is a very warm shot. Autumn in my hometown is more prosperous than spring. Spring with flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn in my hometown is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn in my hometown is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. ...

Nostalgia/Liu Haotian

The mountains, water and people in my hometown, and the simple nostalgia implicate me like lotus root ... sometimes the water is mild, sometimes it is irritable. When it is gentle, it seems like a lovely little sheep, flowing slowly, like a child playing quietly there alone, patting the colorful colored stones on the bank of the stream and stroking the grass sticking out its head on the shallows. When he is upset, he is like an angry lion, growling fiercely and rushing downstream. At this time, he has lost his former gentleness. The river is on the rampage: beautiful jade flowers are splashed, and strings of pearl-like water drops hang on the stones. This overwhelming momentum is no worse than the tide difference at high tide. That mountain, unlike the fog of Huangshan, is not surrounded by mountains in Jinan, nor is it majestic as Mount Tai. These mountains are like some drunken old people, one leaning against the other, sleeping for a long time, standing quietly at home, and no one has ever awakened their dreams, just trying to make them fall asleep! People in my hometown wear simple clothes. They never wear brightly colored clothes. Most of them wear dark clothes. Life is simple, and the seasons are changing. In spring, people sow and cultivate and look forward to summer. In summer, people catch fish and shrimp and look forward to autumn. In autumn, people pick fruits and dig Ge Fen, expecting winter. In winter, people reunite with their families, spend the New Year happily and look forward to the arrival of spring … I love my hometown, my mountains, my water, my people and their simple life!

? Nostalgia/Michelle monique Rice

Walking in the fields in spring with gentle steps, I caught a handful of dirt, which exudes intoxicating fragrance, caught a butterfly and released it gently. The sunset in early summer is sprinkled on the river, and the afterglow of the sunset ripples back and forth with the microwave. Together with several fishing boats resting in the water, it constitutes the most beautiful picture of this village. In autumn mornings, the countryside is always shrouded in dense fog. A strong country can stand the test of winter. Beautiful snowflakes fall down, putting on a holy coat for the remote village. After the winter snow, the warm spring is not far away. What is nostalgia? Homesickness is the flute of Qingyuan, melodious and far-reaching; Homesickness is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving; Nostalgia is an old wine with mellow fragrance. Hometown is the eternal root in people's hearts.

? Nostalgia /Xi North Language

Your hometown is the first place you see after you are born, and you will never forget the green mountains and green waters, which is necessary. Correcting feelings is like a gurgling stream, which brings coolness to people. Homesickness is like rain, which brings happiness to people. Homesickness is like golden rape flowers, which makes people intoxicated. Homesickness is like a chimney on the roof, telling people it's time to eat. Homesickness is unforgettable.

Nostalgia/Liu Yuhang

My hometown is beautiful and simple. Clear rivers, charming willows, wide roads and wheat-yellow fields. Fish are playing in the river. Under the willow tree, the old man is enjoying the cool. On the way, adults are working. In the field, the children are playing. This is my hometown, which brings me infinite happiness and happiness.

Nostalgia/Yan Shaowen

What is nostalgia? I think homesickness is childhood. When we understand the Zen meaning of "where do I come from", we will naturally think of our hometown. Homesickness is an endless path, endless green trees and green hills, a clear spring for childhood play, an inexhaustible melon, pear and peach, and an unforgettable local accent. It is inseparable from parents and folks, and it is the "ancestral root" that haunts dreams! Hometown streets, winding ridges, jujube trees in the neighborhood, black dogs in the neighborhood, and small hands clasped by partners-when we come to know the world, the first feeling of childlike innocence is hometown. Therefore, when I miss my hometown, I will think of familiar people, that dreamy and unforgettable childhood.

? Nostalgia/Zhou Zitong

Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Every time I approach my hometown, I am fascinated by its lush green trees and towering mountains. In my hometown, I often like to stroll in the pavilion, and the road in my hometown is not easy. Whenever I go to the pavilion, there is always a feeling that "every hundred steps, I have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound". I stopped for a while in an antique pavilion and looked at the towering Gao Bai. Its bright green paper and shiny leaves can't help but make generate feel full of spring. The morning glory on the ground opened its big mouth and seemed to welcome people. The tits singing loudly in the branches, the echo of everything in the mountains and the concert-like feast make me remember it vividly. Looking at the castle peak, I can't help but sigh: "What a pleasant feeling to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city, enjoy the beautiful scenery and recall the past like water, homesickness?" In my heart!

? Nostalgia/Taorun

My hometown is a beautiful small mountain city, surrounded by mountains. People have built buildings with different styles and characteristics here, and they have rich and colorful cultures. This is an ancient city, which is the home of all our Yangquan people.

Here, there are rows of trees, large and small, standing upright on the street, guarding us, and high-rise buildings are also warriors who defend us to meet the arrival of spring. In the village, there are red bricks and green tiles everywhere In this land, there are large areas of corn, full of hope everywhere.

? Nostalgia/Korean art

In autumn, in the fields of my hometown, the first thing I see is endless gold, like a golden blanket. It was golden wheat waving to us in the breeze, as if welcoming us. There are so many dishes in the garden! Such as cabbage, beans, vegetables, eggplant, peppers and so on. Tomatoes are blushing and green onions are standing upright ... what a beautiful scenery!

Nostalgia/Wang Jiaqi

On the long road of life, each of us has a homesickness in our hearts. It exerts a subtle influence on us all the time. Nostalgia, no matter where you were born or where you grew up, will bring you unique strength. Nostalgia needs neither carving nor cultivation. Nature will enter everyone's heart. It's born this way, always. Never forget-clouds in spring, rain in summer, wind in autumn, snow in winter; It is the concern of parents, the yearning of friends, and the concern of relatives and friends, including the greetings from strangers ... hometown, the harbor of home, gives us warmth and hope for progress. No matter where you are, whether you are happy or not, your hometown is your strong backing. That's a kind of belief, which belongs to everyone.

? Nostalgia/Liu Jiaming

Hometown, a sacred place, a great place, a beautiful place. My hometown, she is very beautiful. There are several low wooden bridges on a clear river. In the wind, accompanied by a few euphemistic insects, the air is so fresh and the sky is so blue. ? "A day's plan lies in spring." Accompanied by the crow, every household opened the doors and windows and started a day's work. Men picked up hoes and went to work in the fields, while women went to the river to wash clothes with a big basket of clothes after finishing housework. This is the sound of washing clothes, the sound of laughter, and the sound of the river becoming happier. At this time, grandma will also take me to the river to wash clothes. I may meet toys when I meet villagers, because villagers often give me some small animals, such as frogs, goldfish and some fish that I can't even name. On my way home, I will pick some small wild flowers and rape flowers and hold my nose with my little hand to smell them. Is this smell really comfortable? In retrospect, childhood is unforgettable. Countless people recall the birds and flowers, the beauty of fairyland on earth, which is their hometown. Homesickness is like the sound of a clear spring, far away!

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