[Prose] Solving Homesickness

? You have your homesickness, I have my homesickness, and every wanderer who leaves home has his own homesickness.

? The poet's homesickness is in the words, and the painter's homesickness is in the pen and ink. Ancient homesickness is in the footsteps, and modern people's homesickness is in planes, ships, cars, and even more in jobs where they can't go home. Modern people's homesickness is no longer formed by means of transportation, but more is a faster pace of life, away from home and fighting for their dreams. For example, North drift, Shanghai drift, Guangzhou drift and so on. Many people emigrated and died far from home.

? When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

? When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Every time I read this poem by Li Shangyin, I will be moved to tears by the poet's homesickness. The poet wandered around to make a living and went deep into Bashan, unable to reunite with his beloved wife. This poem just expresses the infinite yearning for hometown and relatives, and also expresses the helplessness of not being able to return to hometown. I don't know when I will come back, but I can only send my feelings in poetry. The listener was sad and wrote down with tears. It can be said that leisure is the best, ten years of dreams and ten years of homesickness. "You come from my motherland, tell me what happened! . When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? ? "When Wang Wei wrote this poem, he hoped to tell something about his hometown through his friends in his hometown. Ben missed his wife very much, but he didn't say it directly. He asked if the plum blossoms in front of the window were in bloom. This question is really full of emotion and delicate flavor. This problem has affected the poet's nostalgia for the past, and his implicit, strong and profound yearning for his hometown and wife. Even a few words seem to soothe homesickness.

? Mr. Yu Guangzhong has just passed away, and his homesickness has left us with infinite nostalgia. When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. A homesick song expresses Yu Lao's infinite homesickness. He misses his hometown, his mother and his wife. He is helpless. Yu Lao's homesickness flows like a hundred rivers to the East China Sea, and like a thousand peaks to Mount Tai, melting his love for the motherland and the nation into burning poems and homesickness. As the saying goes, if you live in a foreign country, you will be worried about your hometown, and you will feel a little melancholy and homesickness step by step.

? "Now I finally see this vast land. Standing on the fragrant grassland, my tears poured down. The river is singing the blessings of the ancestors and blessing the wandering children to find their way home. " This is the homesickness of the poet Xi Murong. "Mother always likes to describe the mighty river, running in my hometown on the distant Mongolian plateau." How affectionate, how unforgettable hometown feelings. "My father once described the fragrance of the grassland so that he could not forget it at the ends of the earth." Xi Murong's father's hometown is on the endless Xilin Gol prairie, an ancient and vast place, which is the birthplace of Dayuan Empire. Kublai Khan, Yuan Shizu, inherited the Khan position here. Before Beijing (mostly) was its capital, it was the capital of the Mongolian Empire. The poet has been wandering overseas for many years and has never been able to understand his father's homesickness. What kind of feeling is this? My father, who came from the grassland, traveled from the mainland to Hongkong for many years and then to Taiwan Province Province. He also moved overseas and never came home. It is conceivable that he is homesick. Finally, one day, Xi Murong stood on the grassland, looking at the vast expanse, his hometown was at his feet, and finally realized his father's homesickness. The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan. In short, it rings with the moon at night. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old.

Everyone is expressing his homesickness in his own way. He always knows that the dew will be frost tonight and there will be how bright in the moonlight at home! .

Homesickness is in my mother's tears, and I dare not look back every time I leave. Homesickness is in my dream, I can't find my way home, and finally I have tears on my pillow. My homesickness is among the leaves. Every year I collect one and turn it into a bookmark, which is a homesickness. My homesickness is in a book, which is the only souvenir I took with me when I left home. I made it immortal. Homesickness is like fog and smoke. You can't see your childhood clearly in a trance, and you can't see your childhood friends clearly. Many years later, I buried my bones in a foreign land, and my homesickness drifted away in the distance.

Parents are not far away, and no one wants to stay with them forever. Sunset is the end of the world, and watching the end of the world is not home. But the feelings of home and country, guarding the homesickness of Xinjiang can only be in a phone call and a greeting, year after year. There are still many people's homesickness who are silently contributing to the motherland and the people. This is also an immortal homesickness.

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