2022 Theme Composition of "Recalling Homesickness and Rejuvenating" 1
Seeing things and thinking people meet, petals fall like tears, solitary birds sing sad songs, and it is inevitable for couples to hold hands and watch tears. Why do I always have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply? This is my deepest confession in my hometown.
Tears have become the only sustenance for me to miss my hometown, bearing full homesickness. In the eyes of poet Yu Guangzhong, homesickness is a small stamp and a shallow strait. In my eyes, homesickness is a field bearing childhood memories.
When I was a child, my grandmother took me to the field to grow peanuts with her, punishing me for playing tricks on my neighbor's children. There are no butterflies and dragonflies in the field. What else can I play? Very boring. Thinking about not being lonely, I squatted on one side, holding my chin in my hands and watching my grandmother skillfully loosen the soil. After a while, ah, grandma, help me. There is a mouse. It will bite me. I ran around the field and cried to my grandmother. This child, that vole won't bite you. You lied, you lied, and it kept chasing me. Driven by grandma, the mouse finally escaped. How dare you play tricks on other people's children? Grandma wiped my tears and nose and said to me, come and help me sow. When I heard this, my eyes lit up and my mood was like a rainbow after the rain. I ran over, grabbed peanuts from my bag, took off my shoes in a hurry, and ran comically to my grandmother, eager for her to teach me.
Now, as a child, you all regard the fields as the past. Think about how we used to treat them as treasures. At that time, people used very little water in their daily lives, and they all ate low-nutrient foods such as dried sweet potatoes and corn flour. If there is a natural or man-made disaster or famine in a year, people will compete for nutrients such as trees to satisfy their hunger. Grandma loves to nag. I have been working with my grandma all afternoon. I don't know why I always think it can grow into peanuts at once. Then it rained, I was worried, sprouted, and grinned happily in my dream.
We must always learn to grow and give up. That day, I locked myself in my room and hid in bed crying. Because my mother is sending me to study in the city. I don't want to, because I realized that after I left, I could never go to that venue again. However, after all, I still have to say goodbye. My mother forced me into the car with tears. Later, I returned to that land, but in my dream. Tears are the carrier to convey feelings directly. Expressed my inner attachment to my hometown fields. Maybe this is homesickness.
Nowadays, we live in a noisy city. Maybe we have forgotten the green mountains and green waters in our hometown, and only remember the colorful neon lights in the street. However, no matter how long time has passed and how the world has changed, we should not forget our roots. Even in a bustling big city, it depends on your homesickness. Homesickness is the wanderer's attachment to his hometown, the spiritual home of China people, and the cohesion and centripetal force of the Chinese nation. This is a pulsating homesickness, which can only be preserved by watching.
Theme composition 2 of 2022 "Recalling Homesickness and Seeing Revitalization"
When you are helpless, there is always a place that will not show you the way ahead, but will accompany you quietly and with you.
When you are frustrated, there is always a place that will not encourage you to move on, but silently contains everything about you.
It is far and near, close at hand, and far away, but its familiar smell is always around. It is a gentle vine that I deserve to rely on all my life-my hometown.
When I was a child, I was like a lonely cloud, dancing and rushing by, without fetters or fetters. I always want to leave my hometown and start my own trip.
When I set foot in a foreign land, I began to unconsciously miss the familiar homeland and the familiar taste.
The first ray of morning light shot into the window, woke up from the sleep in a foreign hotel, got up and opened the curtains: a fragrance came to my face, so familiar. Looking down, it turned out that the restaurant on the street was frying fritters. I'm surprised: isn't this a special meal in my hometown? Then I washed in a hurry and left directly.
Early autumn morning mixed with a thin layer of mist, can not help but shrink. Restaurant owners skillfully do a series of actions: mixing noodles, mixing noodles, pouring oil pits, rolling ... everything is the same. From white to gold: rolling and jumping, as if telling something. Beside his wife, he sometimes wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and all the words melted into a shallow smile.
Bite it gently, and the crispy shell is soaked with some hot oil drops: a kind taste and a nostalgic taste. The thick oil fragrance and homesickness have almost dissolved into every hair tip, every inch of skin and every drop of blood ... Looking at the city in front of me, it is bustling and brightly lit, but standing there coldly, I always feel that something is missing. "once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber."
Every grass, tree, mountain and water in my hometown came to my mind, and I suddenly felt like crying. When we were young, we always looked at grandma's eager fried fried dough sticks, begging for faster and faster frying, and we were already holding chopsticks in our hands, which was aggressive. The fried fritters, the laughter and deep warmth of the whole family are all dissolved in the aroma of fritters ... Now I am in a strange place, eating the food in my hometown alone, and I can't help but feel a lot colder. A strong homesickness still rises and wraps my whole body.
Deep homesickness touched the softest place in my heart and spread. ...
I began to miss my hometown, the old man who had been silent. As the years went by, it remained silent, waiting for the return of every wanderer.
Finally understand-leaves fall to their roots. Light yellow, blue-green and yellow free leaves ... turned all their lives and finally returned to the earth. The last tear of pride is soaked in fragrant soil, which is eternal.
Wandering lonely clouds, swimming in the red sun and clear water, finally returned to the embrace of the sky. With the support of my hometown, I burst into an intoxicating smile like a flower.
The wanderers in the distance are filled with homesickness. Pack your bags, look back and see you in a different city, and set foot on the road back to your hometown. ...
Theme Composition 3 of 2022 "Recalling Homesickness and Seeing Revitalization"
Standing on the balcony of a pigeon-cage-like high-rise building in a new farm, let the winter wind comb the hardened memories and turn over the yellowed past.
When I was a child, whenever the weather turned cold and the leaves turned yellow, the smell of popcorn always floated around me.
At the head of the village, there is a stone bridge under the old camphor tree. There is always an old man selling popcorn in the breezy Jiangnan season. He was heavily dressed, wearing a military coat, sitting in a small chair, his face wrinkled by years was wrinkled by coal, and his thick hands kept pulling bellows and turning over popcorn pots. Bang, a column of white mushroom clouds rose into the sky, and the air was filled with sweet popcorn.
When he first came, many people were watching. Adults and children swarmed around him. Adults are pointing, and Kan Kan talks; Children have never seen such a "monster" running around the popcorn machine. There was a bang, and then the children cheered. Adults, on the other hand, took the bags of popcorn from the old man with a spoiled face.
He only comes for a week, sometimes a little more. At this time of year, he sits in a chair by the bridge under the tree. Year after year, the children in the village are no strangers to him. People are used to "bang", and few children run around again.
Once I passed by and saw him still wearing that military coat, sitting alone in the cold wind. I went up and bought a bag of popcorn. Popcorn is inlaid with gold and jade, and the grains expand like the belly of a rich man. The aroma goes straight to the nose through the packaging bag, and the taste buds are restless in an instant. Taste one, and it will stay fragrant on your teeth and cheeks!
I haven't been there since he first came to join in the fun. This time, I looked at him carefully and found that everyone else had lost weight and their faces were black. I thought about what the old man had experienced, but I just thought about it and didn't speak.
For the next few days, I kept an eye on him-looking out of the window of the wooden house, I found that whenever he sat quietly in the chair-few people bought a bag of popcorn. Occasionally, he will stand up slowly, never say a word of gossip, just smile, and then turn around and sit in the cold wind, letting the wind blow.
Later, it was cold. In order to observe him more, I went to my grandmother's house. But from cold to cold, he hasn't come yet. He didn't come all winter. Everyone in the village is talking about why the popcorn man didn't come this year. But no one knows where he is, who is at home and whether he has children. ...
Another year, the leaves are yellow, and a landscape disappears in the water town, and there seems to be a faint smell of popcorn around. Popcorn, the fragrance can't go back to childhood; Popcorn, fragrant, far from home. ...
With the wind of the times, the water town disappeared in Jiangnan: when I was a child, the old well that drew water at the head of the village was flooded, the old house with grandma's portrait was eroded by the wind, and the smoke from the ancient village was blown away. ...
The north wind sent away the wandering geese. The voice is called wild goose, a wanderer who lost his hometown; The voice of the goose is endless homesickness!
Theme Composition 4 of 2022 "Recalling Homesickness and Seeing Revitalization"
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. -inscription
When I was a child, when I was still in the countryside, the land, the blue sky and the alley left me with laughter. In the morning, the big cock in his yard began to cackle. They are wearing golden silk clothes and little red riding hood. They are very proud! They often take pride in it and walk around the backyard with their heads held high all day. At the same time, they are also careless guys. Whenever it rains, there will be some small quagmires on the ground. These careless cocks can still stride into the quagmire with their own mentality.
Noon is the highest time for the sun to rise. When I was young, my friends and I found a shady place to start our games. Sometimes we will build a small grill with branches on the ground and go to the field to pick some vegetables and bake them. I remember once we went to pick vegetables in the field. At that time, radish was planted in the field, and we took a fancy to a big one. They pulled it out one by one, and it was loose, loose ... and pulled it out. We are all very happy. Listen, when we were young, we played this game.
Afternoon is the best time. The adults all went to work in the fields, leaving us children at home. Then, a water war began-the water in my hometown is very clear, and there are many fish and shrimp in the water. We got into the river and gained a lot in a short time. A basin full of shrimp and fish, we really have a smile on our faces. The sun touched the earth, which was our golden age.
However, things in the world are never perfect. I moved from the countryside to the city last year. Everything here is new, many of which are new to me. The transportation here is convenient, extending in all directions. However, I am not attached here-the sky here is not blue at all, and the lake here is muddy. High-rise buildings have replaced red tile bungalows, and smartphones have replaced landlines. I'm not used to it. There is no pastoral style here, and there are no small bridges and flowing water here. Everything here is not beautiful! I closed my eyes and squatted in the corner of the room, and soon fell asleep. In my dream, I dreamed of my grandparents, Chinese cabbage in the field, and my friends catching fish with me ... if only I could do this forever!
Traditional festivals in rural areas are very grand, and our village will hang a small red flag every festival. Every family puts a table in front of the door. Put more fruit, and let's all go out for a stroll. There is nothing more lively than this scene. But tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in the city is very dull. No fireworks, no firecrackers, no familiar faces. It's just that there are a few more moon cakes on the table. Hey! Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. The thought that I can't go back to my family this year. My tears, like spring water, poured out.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is ancient and difficult to complete. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Yes! Although we can't be together, we are watching the same moon. With the comfort of this sentence, I feel much better.
Theme composition 5 of 2022 "Recalling Homesickness and Seeing Revitalization"
I don't know why, I wander under the neon lights in the county town, stroll in Wohe Park, and even in my dreams, I often see a shot of my hometown in my mind. Maybe he was born in the countryside, and his whole life belongs to the countryside, and he has inseparable love with the countryside. Country, memory and homesickness are always in my mind.
Yes, for 50 years, the small village in Taipinggou, like a wisp of kitchen smoke, floats in the depths of memory all the time and never leaves. I remember that in rows of small farmhouses, lentil horns covered a corner of the courtyard wall, and purple flat bean flowers looked casual and peaceful in the morning shower. I remember the smoke from the kitchen curling up in the morning sun in Ran Ran, and the ordinary home cooking was full of fragrance in the crowing of chickens and dogs. All the bitterness, sweetness and sourness in the countryside are scattered in the smoke, becoming faint and faint, making the life of farmers bitter and sweet in the smoke.
In spring, green waves of large wheat fields fluctuate, and golden rape blossoms bloom all over Yuan Ye. Peach blossoms and willows are green in the countryside, and pear blossoms are colorful; The morning glory, which loves to join in the fun, climbed the fence in the countryside and painted the unique scenery in the countryside. From time to time, chickens bark and dogs bark, which makes this small village full of vitality and charm.
In the countryside in May, the wheat gradually turned from green to yellow, and the fields were filled with wheat fragrance. Looking up, the fields are rolling in Jinlang. The farmer wiped a sweat, twisted a few ears of wheat in his hand, and looked at the ups and downs of the wheat waves and cried happily. The smiling lines between their eyebrows vividly interpret a country song.
The crystal dew still remains on the leaves in the morning glow, cicadas are still singing summer stories on the branches, the village full of eyes is already golden, heavy fruits are swaying in the breeze, and the harvest season has become the happiest moment for farmers. Soybeans, corn, apples, pears and persimmons have long been translated into songs and laughter in the farmyard.
Memories of the countryside last forever, just like the big stage in the countryside, a loud Henan opera, or a Henan bangzi, which sings the wishes of generations and makes farmers' lives full and cordial.
I have been away from home for a long time and always miss the countryside more. Every time I think about it, there are always mixed imaginations. Time flies, and the days become distant. Every time I go home, I see the older generation gradually drifting away, young people go out to work one by one, and the empty villages are getting haggard, which makes people inexplicably uneasy.
Sometimes I also think that with the development of society, the countryside may one day fade out of our sight and its history will be collected in textbooks. The memory of hometown may be yellowed and faded like old photos, and homesickness may turn into a silent sigh. But I think in the near future, countryside, memory and homesickness will reverberate in people's hearts like an endless poem.
Yes, the memory of the countryside is sour, but it contains an indomitable spirit. Homesickness is not only a melancholy ballad, but also a continuation from generation to generation. It condenses yesterday, today and the future into a long river of history, allowing the ancient countryside to be reborn in the changes of the years. May today in the countryside be as beautiful as tomorrow.
Theme Composition 6 of 2022 "Recalling Homesickness and Seeing Revitalization"
Sadness, what? Nostalgia, patriotism or more?
When I was young, I obeyed everything and didn't know what sorrow was. Same, flowers, carefree. Happiness is short-lived, with no regrets and no stay.
Gradually, I began to grow up. Left home and went to a distant place. I haven't been home for a long time. Mother sent a core. The contents of the letter made my eyes moist. I closed the letter and saw a stamp on the envelope. Small square, but holding me far away from home and my mother who looks forward to it day and night.
This is my first "worry" when I grow up-homesickness caused by stamps.
Grow up, more mature than before. But a little childish about love.
I came back from far away to visit my elderly mother. I should get married.
The bride is beautiful and virtuous. My mother and I are also very harmonious and happy ... the wrinkles on my face are clearly visible. But a little happiness still exists. Beautiful bride, my return seems to smooth the wrinkles on my mother's face, which is no longer obvious and seems to be looming.
Soon, I went to that distant place again, leaving only my mother and bride. Mother's face lost a trace of happiness. I gave up, but I left anyway.
The result is more yearning for the bride, less communication with my mother, and gradually forgetting my mother, but the yearning for the bride remains the same. We started to go home at both ends in three days, and a boat ticket narrowed our distance. But my heart only has the position of the bride, and my mother only occupies a small corner.
Many years have passed and I have really grown up. Go back to my hometown again and visit my long-lost bride. Suddenly found that there seems to be one person missing at home. It turns out that mom is not at home, and she has gone far away. -heaven. Further than me. I am separated from her by a thick layer of soil, my mother is lying inside and I am standing outside. My thoughts with my mother suddenly returned to the starting point, endless, endless thoughts, and she left with her …
-the third point is the "homesickness" across the short grave.
My mother's departure didn't stop me from growing up. I grew up and even began to get old. ...
There are a few wrinkles on my face, but I still haven't lost a trace of sadness after vicissitudes. I still miss my mother. The child has grown up.
Gradually, I began to yearn for the mainland, feeling that my mother was there watching me and expecting me to come back to her. I often tell my children that there is something new in the mainland that will make you feel warm. Right here, on the other side of the channel. Just cross the shallow channel of this bay and you can reach it.
So, with this hope, I hope I can return to my mother's side, that warm embrace. On the other side of the mainland-the strait.
I still miss and look forward to it ...
Until I leave, my thoughts will continue until I become "sad" ...
Theme composition 7 of 2022 "Recalling Homesickness and Seeing Revitalization"
My hometown is in the countryside. When I was a child, I was deeply impressed by the words on the side wall of the dam. On a row of conjoined houses, there are bright red characters: hard work can make you rich. When I was a child, I seemed to think it was very important to get rich, so when my grandmother in the country asked me what my dream was when I grew up, I replied without hesitation: "I want to go home and get rich!" " "
In the eyes of my childhood, my hometown is a beautiful place. Although there is only a small street that can be finished in a few steps, and there is only a small shop selling all kinds of snacks, the passage is very long. In a certain season, there is a swift and cheerful river in the Strait. There is a bridge mouth under the passage, and a gurgling stream flows out slowly all year round. The paradise of childhood is here. Young people often carry bamboo poles and baskets on their backs, go to the stream to catch lobsters, pick a basket full of petals and stand in the canal in despair to sprinkle petals in the stream, watch large petals flow down the river, forget their own fright, and stand by the canal and applaud. The dam by the river is also our residence. We swing our arms, roll up our pants and move stones in the mud to find crabs. Fields and ponds are our favorites. In summer, we will run in the golden rape fields and avoid the old farmers who drive people away. In winter, I fished for ice in the frozen pond. If I accidentally wet my shoes and clothes, it will be an inevitable board when I go home.
Memories are a dense breath, gradually dispersed. Ten years have passed, and great changes have taken place in my hometown. Streets have become longer, people have become more crowded, cars have become denser, and people have fallen in love with buildings and big houses. They would rather bulldoze fertile land and fill fertile springs, but also enclose yards and build tall buildings. However, the grass by the river is covered with thick cement, which makes people see things in a blur; Once the waterway was completely abandoned, and the rushing river could no longer be seen; The streams and ponds under the passage are full of rubbish and sundries, and dark green dirt floats on the water. Now that once chic place seems to be Wen Yiduo's "stagnant water", there will be no more children going there to play. . The once "hard work can make you rich" has long been replaced by other words. Is this hometown really rich?
Seeing this scene, I felt deep disappointment and regret. Being rich was a dream of people in the past, but all the good things in memory are gradually disappearing. Is this the price of dreams? I accidentally read this passage: "the fairy sings in the match, the fisherman lives in the middle of the water, and the reeds on both sides are like fences." Spread the boat, cast a net, a net of fish and shrimp, a net of food. Do you think of fairy couples if you are homesick? It is a fairy tale that has been circulating for a long time, but it has left a reverie in the world. Today, when the top floor design is demolished, perhaps this is naturally a dream in the fairy couple. "
Leave a piece of land for your dream. There are flowers and grass, trees and birds, streams and frolicking. Dreams are not about destroying everything and then rebuilding it. Dreams also have homesickness. Homesickness is the most beautiful scenery and memories in memory, and it is the soil and water drops for people's spiritual growth. When we erase the environment of birth and upbringing for the sake of wealth and high-rise buildings of the times, our dreams will surely cry in the sadness of homesickness. Without my hometown and spiritual foundation, can my dream go far?
Theme composition of 2022 "Recalling Homesickness and Seeing Revitalization" 8
Yu Guangzhong, a famous poet in Taiwan Province, is currently the Dean of the College of Literature of Sun Yat-sen University in Kaohsiung. Yu Guangzhong poured deep homesickness into his poems, and homesickness is a masterpiece.
After reading this poem, four vivid and concrete life pictures are presented to readers at first. The first section: studying in the early years, separating mother and child, comforting each other by letters; Section 2: After adulthood, bid farewell to the newly married wife and leave home, living far apart; Section 3: Where will you go? Mother and son are not allowed to meet. Section 4: It is rare for compatriots to get together and the country cannot be unified. At the same time, readers can also feel the author's rich and strong feelings. The poet's homesickness is not directly expressed, but through association and imagination, four artistic images of life are shaped and presented to readers. The author combines his thoughts and feelings for his mother, wife and motherland, and expresses his strong desire for family reunion and national unity.
Reading this poem makes us unforgettable. This collection of poems is a combination of pure beauty and richness, with clear images, such as stamps, boat tickets, graves, etc. The artistic conception is profound and profound, and the content is rich and implicit, which can arouse readers' association in many aspects.
The structure of the poem: In chronological order (that is, when I was a child, when I grew up, later, and now), with feelings as the clue and roughly the same verse and format, I repeatedly recited it, which deepened my feelings step by step and sublimated my homesickness for the motherland. The structure of poetry changes in unity, including the balance and symmetry of each section, and the changes of long and short sentences in each section, which makes the face of poetry neat and uneven.
Poetry has a back and forth melody, singing and sighing. In the same position, there is repetition, that is, I am here ... there are overlapping words: small, narrow, short and shallow; Variable words: Mei, Zhang, Fang and Wan. The author uses these artistic means to enhance the phonological beauty of this poem.
In a word, this poem, with its concise and meaningful language and superb artistic skills, expresses the people of Taiwan Province Province's longing for reunification across the Taiwan Strait and the author's strong homesickness.
2022 "Recalling Homesickness and Seeing Revitalization" Theme Composition 9
A touch of sunset, a thousand melancholy.
The oblique light reflected the corridor. I, alone, wandered around the school. An inexplicable emotion came to my mind, confused and disappointed.
Suddenly found that: the mountain in my hometown is the most magnificent mountain; The water in my hometown is the clearest and brightest; People in my hometown are the most humane people. Picking up a fallen leaf, I smelled the fragrance floating from my mother's cooking; Looking at the flying geese, I seem to see my father's hard work in the field. The rustling autumn wind reminds me of my homesickness. Yu Guangzhong's homesickness is the best portrayal of my mood at this moment.
I have never felt the taste of leaving my hometown, and I have laughed at those who are homesick in my heart. I didn't know what kind of pain and helplessness it was to leave my hometown until today. Why didn't I feel unhappy like them, but after sighing, I didn't recover from it, but regained my confidence and continued to live my life.
"Old vines faint crows, bridges flowing water. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and the heartbroken people are in the end of the world. " . Ma Zhiyuan's Jing Tian Sha Qiu Si expresses homesickness to the fullest. How many wanderers who seldom go home in a foreign land will burst into tears every time they read this poem. Yes! Who can stop that homesickness?
The oblique light faded away, and I suddenly felt that it was getting late. It's time to go home. I seem to see the smoke rising from every household, the scene of adults talking on the bench in front of the door, the laughter of children playing in front of the door, the noise of the old man playing chess with lights under the banyan tree, the sound of poultry, and all kinds of voices converge to form a beautiful and harmonious melody.
Night arrival, starry night, it's time to put away homesickness.
2022 Theme Composition of Nostalgia and Rejuvenation 10
As the Lunar New Year approaches, there is always a trace of homesickness in my mind. Only a handful, it has been six years since I returned to my hometown for the New Year. It is inevitable that I will miss you a little, and I will be a little disappointed ... The feeling of loss is beyond words.
Looking back on New Year's Eve six years ago, I still remember it vividly. Early in the morning, my cousin, my cousin and my parents all came to my grandparents' house, and the excitement made me unforgettable. After lunch, all of us are very busy, just for the big dinner. Shrimp, crab, fish, shellfish ... all seafood is fresh. And a seaside New Year's Eve dinner is also in full swing. The children are not idle, because we are shouldering the arduous and important task of "securing jiaozi". Jiaozi is also rich in stuffing: vegetables include Chinese cabbage stuffing, leek stuffing and onion stuffing, and meat includes pork stuffing and beef stuffing. In addition, there are mixed brocade stuffing and rock sugar stuffing. Finally, dinner was officially served at five o'clock in the afternoon. In the evening, everyone gathered in front of the TV until the New Year bell rang ... This harmonious and desirable picture only became my beautiful memory.
I leaned against the windowsill, bathed in sunshine, but my heart was uncomfortable. In recent days, the news broadcast the information that people go home for the New Year, just like countless needles stuck in my heart together. How many people have set foot on thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers home, and I can only stand on the land only 500 kilometers away from my hometown and watch, but what can I expect? The blue waves of the sea have turned into rolling buildings here; The familiar faces of relatives have become so strange here that I am discouraged; The seaside New Year's Eve dinner in my hometown has also become a drink for three people ... The poet Wang Wei said well: "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday." Although I am not alone, will the deep friendship between missing my hometown and missing my loved ones be reduced?
Homesickness is like a wisp of smoke, which lingers in my heart and makes me unforgettable: homesickness is like a cloud, a cloud floating in my heart, and with my thinking, it becomes a missing relative; Homesickness is like a gust of wind. A gust of wind blowing before Yoga Yu Festival reminds me of my infinite love and yearning for my hometown. How I want to follow this smoke, drive this cloud, follow this gust and return to my hometown; How I want to witness the changes in my hometown in recent years; I want to have another seaside special reunion dinner that I haven't seen for six years. I also want to celebrate the Spring Festival with my relatives and friends in my hometown on the occasion of the Spring Festival ... In a word-I want to go home!
Although "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow." But let me deeply taste the bitter fruit of sadness. Homesickness, an indelible sadness!