Warm a pot of homesickness like wine

Homesickness is like the sinking of a jar of scriptures, which has not yet been lightly opened. In A Touch of dense fragrance, you will be drunk with your heart leaning lightly against the lingering charm of the season. Hold an embroidered umbrella and move lightly in the fine rain line. Strolling on the riverside with unique scenery. Gentle willows, dressed in green clothes, danced with the wind. Those light whispers made the Camellia on the shore blush as charming as Rouge. Who is the one who picks up the singing voice, then the season is full of sorrow. Unable to gather up a sleeve of light dancing and flying parting, we can only let it drop into rain beads on the ground. The air was covered with wet marks. I really want to pick up a ray of sunshine from my hometown, don’t wear it. I miss the warm smell of sunshine and more of my hometown’s feelings after passing through the unavoidable humidity in this season. Is the time at the end of the eyes into a Daisy pose, or wandering missing haggard appearance? Finally it was clear that it was the steps away from people and the care day after day that made a cup of wine from hometown. Hold it in the palm, drink it carefully with the devotion of one heart. I miss my hometown and read it to the depth. I can only cut a piece of pure white cotton in my words, listen to Richard’s homesickness and immerse myself in the soft and tranquil sadness. The air is full of the fragrance of grass and flowers, and the soil also gives off a fresh smell. The flowers blossoming tree by tree, with the gentle wind and the bright sunshine, danced into the most beautiful April day in my hometown. So, why not read it? The joy I read is always there. After all is Jiangnan, misty rain rain. With an unbreakable heart, it is wrapped into a green lotus between the fingers. Just like a young woman standing near the water, she sang softly with low eyebrows. In addition to the songs, there is an endless sadness. Xieyang bridge, water pavilion. It seems that all of them are stained with the sad and beautiful details, with a touch of lingering emotions. The sound was slow, and I heard the soft rain knocking on the window at night. The Nocturne like water can not eliminate the melancholy of the increasing abundance of eyebrows. In this way, we know that no matter how beautiful and graceful the south of the Yangtze River is, it is always the ink painting hanging in the dream. And hometown is the tenderness which is covered with all the space in the heart, and the lovesickness embroidered on that piece of red brocade. Warm a pot of homesickness, pick up a few memories of hometown, with strong yearning, slowly drink alone in the music Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…