A you zi si xiang

Tree Crow, Bridges people, West Road thin horse. Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon. The language of Ma Zhiyuan’s Song Xiaoling of Yuan Dynasty is very concise. There are only 28 words in five poems, and only a few strokes draw a picture of wandering thoughts with sorrow overflowing, show the wandering Wanderer’s yearning for hometown incisively and vividly. It writes the autumn light and autumn color word by word, and it also writes the human feelings, dyeing the thoughts with autumn, and reflecting the autumn with thoughts. It tightly buckles the words of thinking, and expresses the loneliness of the fallen people in the end of the world implicitly and sincerely, depression and unfettered heartbreak. I sat alone in front of the window and read this song “The sky is clear and the sand is autumn” in this more quiet autumn night, immersed in the deep poetic and pictorial feeling. However, the melodious and touching song “homesickness” written by Schumann, the serene melody like sobbing and complaint, and the stirring and stirring music which was deeply, dignified and strong, so worried, trembling and burning in my heart for a long time. I stood alone in the deep desert of a foreign country, looking at the boundless hometown in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River. The sky and the thick soil gave me not only a kind of kindness, there is also a kind of yearning that is hard to give up. My hometown is beyond thousands of mountains and rivers. The Sky is vast and distant. The Sunshine quietly shines on mountains, trees and rivers. A kind of profound loneliness and loneliness tightly held my heart. Living in a foreign land and living in a city under the strange sky, looking at the faces of different skin colors, I deeply miss the hometown and relatives that gave birth to me and raised me. Walking out of the plain land of the land of fish and rice, I staggered and set foot on the desert hinterland of other places, destined to be lonely and wandering in my life journey. The distance between thousands of mountains and rivers can make people walk for several years or a lifetime. As long as there is a road under my feet, I will go on forever. Although I lost my family affection and love for a while, I will not lose the beautiful scenery in my heart. Life is alive with wind and rain. Life is wandering, scenery is walking, but vicissitudes and experiences are harvested. A wandering person always has a thorough understanding. He is in a dream in a foreign land, looking for his own home, containing a sincerity to life, persistence and pursuit to life. The Wandering Journey of people far away from their homeland, the lights of exotic cities reflected my lonely feelings, and what I was facing when I was wandering away from home was that I had no relatives, no help, no language, the most exciting thing is that someone in the crowd can suddenly hear local accent on the street. I know that when a person comes to a strange country, his home is no longer a berth but a post station in his heart. I poured the hope of life and the pursuit of life into the wandering journey. I am a foreign guest alone in a foreign land, and I miss each other on festivals. Every late night, the bright moonlight shines on the head of the bed, I will lean against the night and look up at the sky, telling the homesickness of the travellers. I miss the blue waves and the morning mist lingering in my hometown, I miss the Dragon Mountain with numerous trees and plants in my hometown, the long corridor of Cao E river with deep winding paths and secluded flowers and beautiful trees, and the colorful pedestrian street of my hometown, everything in my hometown is printed in my heart. Homesickness is a kind of emotion deeply rooted in blood, which I cannot forget. Homesickness is a sad song, echoing in my heart forever

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