What is homesickness? It is the comfort of wanderers, but no matter where they go, they will arouse their lingering thoughts. The following is an example of a 600-word homesickness composition I collected for you. I hope you like it.
Homesickness Grade Three Composition 600 words 1 Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly remembered home.
Give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunited heart fly to the sky, and think of you in a foreign land under the mottled night sky.
My hometown-Oriental Green Spring. Located at the foot of Ailao Mountain, beside Lixian River, it has unique scenery, beautiful environment and simple folk customs. And my beloved parents and childhood friends.
In order to study, I came to Gejiu, Xi Du, which is far away from my hometown, and went home at most twice every semester. I don't know what it's like not to leave home and miss home. Every weekend, I envy my roommates for coming home happily. The dormitory on weekends is empty and lifeless, and no one can talk alone in the lonely dormitory at night. The only thing I can do is to call my family to solve my loneliness, or call my friends to talk about the recent situation and prove that I am not a lonely person. The night is long and the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger. I am not sleepy at all. My thoughts will chase the bright sun in my hometown, and my tears will flow away quietly. I am homesick.
The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here. My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely. I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played with the sun shining in my palm, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared, and the feeling of being close to my hand was a beautiful illusion. Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world.
At the end of each semester, it is the time I look forward to most. Usually a week before the holiday, I can't resist my feelings. This week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week in a school year for me. I am immersed in the joy of going home, not to mention reviewing my lessons. This is also my most boring point. My mind always trumps my ambition. Every time I pick up a book and review it well, I feel happy when I cram for it temporarily. Of course, my textbooks are also thrown aside to pack my luggage, even though my luggage has been collected many times. ...
Hometown, how many nights I stood in the dormitory corridor facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that every star hides a smiling face, which makes people want to wear it.
12 months, after several days of haze, I was impetuous.
Looking at the branches in the yard that have lost all their leaves, I suddenly have a sense of boredom and powerlessness, and I can't help but think of nine years ago-
I'm six years old. I'm just playing dumb.
Walking through the uneven gravel road, I arrived at my spacious gate. I danced and sang, gently jumping on my father's back, which caused laughter. At that time, I was really happy.
I vaguely remember that afternoon, I was playing in the open space in front of my house, and an uncle parked his motorcycle at the door and left. I am curious. My young body struggled to climb on the motorcycle, and when I was proud, the body suddenly tilted and I was overwhelmed. I was afraid for the first time, and my face was covered with tears at once. ...
I vaguely remember that my mother brought a camera back from work that day to take pictures of her family. When it was my turn, I leaned against the wall, cocked my head and smiled sweetly. Click, the photo left my simplicity and satisfaction at that time.
I vaguely remember that at noon that day, I sneaked out of the house while my grandfather was asleep and went to the backyard to pick flowers with my eldest brother next door. My brother, who was much taller than me at that time, picked me a bright red flower. "Here you are!" That crisp voice still clearly echoes in my ears. I smiled foolishly, took the flowers, lowered my head and took a deep breath. It is really sweet and fragrant!
However, all this disappeared after I was six years old. I left there and went to a strange place. There is no spacious flat land, no motorcycle, no big brother to play with me, and no bright red flowers. Only faint sadness and thoughts linger in my heart. I often stand at the window and look out. I thought I could see my hometown, but I found that my eyes were blocked by a tall house and my eyes were dancing for a while. ...
After growing up in loneliness for three years, I went to another place, which was a city, prosperous and lonely. There, I studied in addition to reading, and perhaps only in this way can I erase this nostalgia from my heart. Once the naughty is gone, there will only be quiet and melancholy eyes. It is getting farther and farther away from my hometown. Alas! When can I go back?
My thoughts were interrupted. Yes, it has been nine years. It's time to go back and see.
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Time always changes everything. From the countryside to the city, to another city, leaving the spacious flat land, motorcycles, big brother and safflower in my hometown, the author is inevitably lonely. The author has a childlike innocence. He was naughty and lovely when he was a child. The interesting stories he told when he was a child were all related, and they all reflected his love for his hometown and old friends. The language of this article is simple and touching, and through the description of language, action and manner, the emotions of the characters are vividly expressed. The deep homesickness in the text can't help but make people move.
Homesickness's third grade composition 600 words 3 a flood of spring water, full of sticky homesickness; A paper boat full of real homesickness; A bright moon is full of silent homesickness. -inscription
Perhaps the sideburns have turned white, but the love for my hometown will not fade; Perhaps the scenery far away from the hot land has changed, but the concern for my hometown is like a butterfly in love with flowers.
Sing to the moon
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again. On a full moon night, you are drinking alone in the hazy morning. Did the laughter and firecrackers outside hurt your heart?
The moonlight tonight is so far away that it reminds you of your childhood. Brothers read and play together, the fields are fragrant and sleep quietly, and the huts are smoky. The smile floating on your lips is so warm and sad. Looking up at the moon and raising glasses seems to be a sign of illusion. "The moon has ups and downs, and people have joys and sorrows. This matter is ancient and difficult. " You shake your head and sigh, and your eyes are full of thoughts.
The moonlight falls heavily, leaving you sobbing.
Singing songs about the moon, singing the longing for hometown and the hope for relatives, but the moon is silent and the wind is clear.
Thinking about the shadow of the moon
In front of the antique wooden window, you look up at the moon like a child. The grass outside the window can't stop flowing, and the lotus after the rain is more delicate and beautiful, covered by a white sand shadow, and more beautiful. But you are still obsessed with talking to the moon.
I don't know if the travel-stained fatigue reminds you of that quiet hometown. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and the small bridge runs by in a hurry. The wind blew the grass low, the wind stopped the gathering of smoke, and the traffic slowly disappeared. Maybe so. You bowed your head in the moonlight, and your tears fell to the ground and broke into two petals. "Looking up at the bright moon and sinking, I suddenly thought of home." Unscrupulous poems fell askew on the paper. Silent pain flows in inky words.
In the moonlight, you confide and miss you everywhere. You can be mottled in a foreign land, understand?
Hu Aixiang, Serene
On the endless seashore, you sit on the rock and watch the tides rise and fall. As soon as the moon climbed to the top of the tree, several dark clouds covered her face. Raindrops fell on my face like tears.
When the wind blows, my heart wobbles, as if to escape from my chest and return to the other side of the strait. "Homesickness is a narrow ticket, here I am." You also sigh like this. I have long forgotten the face of my motherland, but I will always remember the color of the five-star red flag; I'm tired of the air here, just like kissing the land in my hometown.
In The Sea and the Moon, I expressed my homesickness alone and felt deeply. Will the cold sea water be infected?
The middle of the month is the phantom of hometown, the home in the heart, and homesickness is the constant melody, echoing around the wanderer. With homesickness, a lonely heart will feel a kind of warmth; Along the homesickness, lonely souls can find their roots. Homesickness, you are a silk thread, firmly holding the wanderer. It is homesickness that is hard to give up, but it is homesickness that keeps cutting. ...
Homesickness composition 600 words 4 lying in bed, quietly eating melon seeds, thinking about hometown, thinking about old friends and good friends in hometown.
Close your eyes gently, think hard, and recall the appearance and appearance of my friend. However, as I spend more and more time in Shenzhen, even this little request can't be satisfied by God. I can't blame God for that. As the years passed, I grew up for another seven months. In this way, if what I think is happy with my friends, maybe my heart will be happier and my mood will be better.
I was born in March, which is the first 1 day when people other than my parents came to celebrate my birthday. I studied in my hometown Jingzhou for about 5 years. In the meantime, I changed two schools. In the third grade, I transferred to race township primary school. In the third grade, I was young and afraid of life, so I didn't make many friends. I made some good friends in the fourth and fifth grades. They didn't know my age and birthday until the final exam of grade four. They sighed and asked me why I didn't tell them earlier. They have prepared a birthday present for me. At that time, huge tears swirled in my eyes, and I was moved!
At the beginning of March this year, on my birthday, they suddenly called me "the birthday girl", sang different versions of "Birthday Song" and gave me some puzzles to do. Of course, this can't beat me, but what moves me even more is that they can still remember my birthday. My mood at that time was indescribable. You can imagine what good friends I have!
Li Xiaohan, Natalie, Kong Xiangyuan, Lu Xinwei, Huang Sidie, Li Siman, Yao ... many, many, many, many, these are a group of intimate friends I have made. Perhaps, the scope of homesickness can be wider, such as bitter rivals.
Those boys are my sworn enemies. Wang Ziqi, Yuan Yueming, Xiao Xiang, Qin Siyuan, Lu Yi, Tian Tian ... and many more. When I think of them, I have lost the old "hatred" and replaced it with the whispers of my classmates.
I really miss them and want to contact them, but they are busier than me. They are in middle school. The primary school in Dasai Township implements a five-year primary school system, and the sixth grade goes to junior high school. They are now in junior high school, there is no one on QQ, no one answers the phone, and no text messages are returned. Friends, when can we meet again?
Think further, think of the students who are studying in Grade One and Grade Two in Jingzhou Experimental Primary School. I don't remember most of them, except Wang Shuang, who was so close to me that I almost forgot to do the rest.
Autumn has arrived, and the leaves on the trees have withered. The old tree that has been close to the ground for decades is almost hollow. When I think of it, I can't help thinking of my hometown.
Some crows on the old tree with withered vines are in a coma, and some are chattering, as if to say, come on, there is a crow who is very confused. But yes, who can hear what they are calling? The water in the river is very clear, and there are many small fish swimming around, which is really fascinating. Whenever the water in the river flows in front of someone else's house, I know that it is water flowing to my hometown, and I really want to follow it. But that is, if you go back now, why did you come out before? Thought of there, tears kept flowing downwards. A person just watched the water in the river slowly flow away. The thin horses that came with the wind on the ancient road galloped past one by one. In the evening, the sunset slowly sets from the west, but the heartbroken people are far away. It's even sadder to think about it. Even crows and birds understood what had happened and felt sorry for him. I can't help feeling sorry for him, tears streaming down my face. There seems to have just been a heavy rain on the ground. The water on the ground has risen.
How much he misses his hometown and relatives!
Autumn has come, and all the leaves on the trees have withered. The old tree that has been close to the ground for decades is almost hollow. When I think of it, I can't help thinking of my hometown.
Some crows on the old tree with withered vines are in a coma, and some are chattering, as if to say, come on, there is a crow who is very confused. But yes, who can hear what they are calling? The water in the river is very clear, and there are many small fish swimming around, which is really fascinating. Whenever the water in the river flows in front of someone else's house, I know that it is water flowing to my hometown, and I really want to follow it. But that is, if you go back now, why did you come out before? Thought of there, tears kept flowing downwards. A person just watched the water in the river slowly flow away. The thin horses that came with the wind on the ancient road galloped past one by one. In the evening, the sunset slowly sets from the west, but the heartbroken people are far away. It's even sadder to think about it. Even crows and birds understood what had happened and felt sorry for him. I can't help feeling sorry for him, tears streaming down my face. There seems to have just been a heavy rain on the ground. The water on the ground has risen.
How much he misses his hometown and relatives!
600-word composition homesickness is the sixth grade in Wuchuan, a place that many people may not know. She is just a small county-level city in western Guangdong. However, for us Wuchuan people, she is the great Wuchuan in our hearts, and it is a place that we will be proud of when talking to friends from other places.
Wuchuan people are all over the world, and many Wuchuan people have already settled in other places. Maybe some of them haven't set foot in their hometown for many years. Homesickness is deeply buried in their hearts.
It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and homesick people are more worried. I saw many friends and relatives of Wuchuan who worked or settled in other places posting in the circle of friends that they suddenly wanted to eat Jinjiu moon cakes.
Well, it reminds me of this idea when I was working in Guangzhou, near the Mid-Autumn Festival. It seems that as long as you eat a mouthful of golden nine moon cakes, you can temporarily solve the pain of homesickness. Jin Jiu's feelings, that's probably what I said.
At that time, I could still find time to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Compared with other Wuchuan people who are too busy or too far away from home, my homesickness is not very heavy. Every time after the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I leave home again, my mother will give me a brand-new box of golden nine moon cakes to take back to the company for my colleagues to taste. And I am happy to do so, because I hope to promote Wuchuan's brand of Jinjiu moon cakes, let more people taste delicious Jinjiu moon cakes, and let more people know Wuchuan's moon cake culture and even Wuchuan culture.
In the past, colleagues in the company came from all corners of the country. Many of them have never seen such a big moon cake, nor have they eaten such a delicious five-kernel moon cake. Their comments on Jinjiu moon cakes are almost the same.
Jin Jiu feelings, miss the taste of hometown. Now, I have returned to Dawuchuan, I can have morning tea in Jin Jiu at any time, and I can buy Jinjiu moon cakes to taste anywhere, but my feelings for Jin Jiu still exist. No matter whether you are in Wuchuan now or not, I hope your feelings for Jin Jiu will remain unchanged, and I also hope that Jinjiu Mooncake will make continuous efforts to become a brand of mooncakes for Wuchuan people and shoulder the heavy responsibility of spreading Wuchuan Mooncake Culture and Wuchuan Culture.
My hometown is where everyone grew up, but now I have left my hometown, and my heart is full of infinite thoughts about her.
Until now, I still clearly remember what my hometown is like: two-story tile houses, orchards everywhere, dense forests, amiable people ... life is so beautiful. But I don't know when I can go back to my hometown, and I don't know if my hometown is still the same as before.
In my mind, what I remember most is the autumn harvest in my hometown. At that time, people were harvesting crops in the field, and the burning sun was hanging in the air, baking the earth. But even so, farmers can't be stopped. Even if they don't eat at noon, they will continue to work in the fields. At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, women took their children to the fields to pick up the remaining ears of rice. At that time, I followed my mother to pick up the rice left in the field, as if they were the treasures left behind. In a short time, I picked up a bunch of ears of rice, which was simply too easy for me. At that time, in the field, I seemed to smell Daoxiang. A few days later, the adults poured the ears of rice in the bag into a wide and flat place and let them all come out to bask in the sun. My rice fell far away from home, and my mother was afraid of being eaten by chickens, so she let me finish my lunch. I listened to my mother's instructions and went after dinner. "It's hot! Forget it, go to that tree to cool off. " I climbed from the ground to the tree, and in this way, before long, I entered the world of dreams. "What are you doing?" I was awakened by my mother's voice and looked down to see the chicken eating happily on the rice. My mother picked up a stick and strode towards me. I shouted, "Help …". Up to now, this scene often appears in my mind.
Ah, hometown! Do you know how much I miss you? You carry many wonderful dreams of my childhood. Now I am drifting away from you because of my study, but your position in my heart will never be replaced.
Let me see you again in my dream!