When singing, the flower splashes tears, remembering the horror of hate birds. The most difficult thing to die is the nostalgia, and the easiest thing to live is the nostalgia. When wandering around the world, you sigh more. Youth is willing to sing for your hometown, there are many post stations on the road of life, and finally the fallen leaves return to their roots.

——Inscription

There is such a place, no matter where you are, you always care about it in your heart; There is such a place, whether you become honor or disgrace, it accepts you like a mother. There is such a plot that rises quietly in the night and fades gently, leaving a touch of melancholy, frowning gently and remembering quietly; There is such a plot to light a warm torch for you in winter. This place is called hometown, and this feeling is called homesickness.

Leaning alone on the railing, smelling the cool breath of the autumn wind and looking at the yellow leaves floating in the air, my heart has flown to my hometown.

The so-called "heaven above, Suzhou and Hangzhou below," and I only think my hometown is the most beautiful. It is the poet's poetry, the painter's ink painting, and the scholar's gorgeous words.

早上，天还没亮，我就醒了，找了张瓶子，一个端壶绿茶，润润喉舌，望天空，深蓝与黑色仰之间的天空，牵动着我的心，感受着大地的伟大。宇宙和我的渺小，自然的宁静和美丽。当天变化蓝，静谧的湖水被白帆荡成五彩斑痕的涟漪时，描绘“庭院前花开落落，天上云卷”的诗句，生活亲爱的！我想只有在家乡才能感受最深。

当夕阳西下，点燃西挂的柴火，火将燃烧，将半边天烧红。如果这时候打开窗户，一阵风吹来，大地的芬芳扑鼻而来，那种感觉是说不出的。晚饭后，他躺在屋顶上，看着鸟儿一起叫着归巢。他们并没有迷失和孤独。鸟儿归巢了。月光已经降临，周围充满了如水一般的宁静与安详。故乡穿上了月亮定制的亮衣，在故乡人的眼里，是那么的美丽动人。

我微微抬起头，看到了天上的星星。许多小星星在蓝天上像钉子一样闪烁。我听着耳边吹来的风声，心情轻松无比。

这是一种家乡的感觉。 只有家乡有我带来的感觉！哦，认识灯的，认识的河，认识的树，认识的夜，认识的人