My hometown is located in a remote village, although there are no flaws.
Celebrity homesickness story
Handwritten newspaper? I did it in high school, hehe ~
Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc (this is in the high school Chinese self-study textbook)
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. Walking towards Guan Yu, there are thousands of lights at night. The wind has changed, so has the snow. I never dreamed of breaking my hometown, so there is no such sound in my hometown.
On February 15th, the 21st year of Emperor Kangxi of Qing Dynasty (1682), Xingde went out to pay homage to Yongling, Fuling and Zhaoling with Emperor Kangxi. Sauvignon Blanc was written on the road before and after going through the customs. When I went through the customs, the ice and snow were not sold, and I left Wanshui, the capital city of Qian Shan. For the sexual morality born in the customs and raised in Beijing, everything is so desolate and lonely that people can't help but miss their relatives and friends in their hometown. The author wrote this song "Sauvignon Blanc".
To contemporary people:
Nostalgia in Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
When I was a child, I liked listening to my father talk about the scenery of my hometown. On winter nights, several people sat together and pestered their father to tell stories that happened outside the Great Wall over and over again. We children were born in the south, but we still have the blood of a land we have never seen before. Relying on the story of my father's ancestors, the photos of desert scenery we accidentally found in some magazines, and the annual ancestor worship festival, I accumulated bit by bit and pieced it together bit by bit, and my lovely hometown gradually took shape. And my childhood, it is in this patchwork of warmth that I grew up slowly. (Excerpted from Xi Murong's Never Seen Hometown)
A 400-word short story about homesickness
The story of Zhou Enlai's homesickness-
"Now, we have won the national victory, and I must go back to Huai 'an!" His speech was finally drowned out by a burst of warm applause.
Seven years later, when he met Wang Ruxiang, deputy head of Huai 'an County in the West Flower Hall, he said again:
"Yes, I don't want to go back and see! 1946, when I was in Nanjing Meiyuan New Village, I dreamed that I was boating in Wen Qu again. When I woke up, I thought, I must go back to see the liberation of the whole country in the future, but there are still many things waiting for me to do in these years. Sometimes I am busy with work, encounter difficulties and have troubles that I can't get rid of. I'm too nervous to eat or sleep. I really want to go back to my childhood friends, climb the Drum Tower (now Huailou Town) and fly kites ... "
Although Wang Ruxiang could understand Zhou Enlai's words, he still did not forget the entrustment of the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee when he came: You should always pay attention to rest, no matter how busy you are at work, you should go home when you have time! "
Zhou Enlai replied with a smile: "Lao Wang, you are an official. I won't lie to you. Let me tell you a story. You told the referee that a ferryman rowed his boat into the middle of a fast-flowing river. At this time, he felt very tired, and the other side was a place that tourists yearned for. What do you say? "
Yes, in Zhou Enlai's mind, he is just a ferryman. He will try his best to paddle and drive the people of the whole country to the other side of wealth, so he can only give up his "small family" and take care of "everyone"
Zhou Enlai misses his hometown and has said many times that he wants to go home. To this end, the leaders of Huai 'an County have quietly repaired his former residence, widened the main streets in Nanmen Street and other urban areas, repaired Zhenhuai House where he stood pigeons, boarded Wenfeng Tower and dredged Wen Qu where he rowed. However, after such preparation, he didn't come back again and again. So, I don't know since when, Huai 'an people have spread the story that Zhou Enlai met Huai 'an on the plane.
One said it was 1956. When my aunt Yang died, in order to repay the care and guardianship of the elderly, I flew over Huai 'an and dropped a letter to my aunt on the wall of Huai 'an Normal University. Therefore, the students of Huai Normal University were organized by the school leaders to look for this letter. The result is nothing, of course, because there is no such thing.
It is said that during the 1958 Great Leap Forward, the League branch of Huai 'an Lin Ji Commune won the honorary title of national advanced agricultural unit. In addition, Wang Ruxiang, deputy county magistrate, went to Beijing for a face-to-face invitation that summer, so Zhou Enlai flew over Huai 'an and waved to the people in his hometown on the plane.
More than 400 words ~
Nostalgia stories of celebrities
The story of Zhou Enlai's homesickness-
"Now, we have won the national victory, and I must go back to Huai 'an!" His speech was finally drowned out by a burst of warm applause.
Seven years later, when he met Wang Ruxiang, deputy head of Huai 'an County in the West Flower Hall, he said again:
"Yes, I don't want to go back and see! 1946, when I was in Nanjing Meiyuan New Village, I dreamed that I was boating in Wen Qu again. When I woke up, I thought, I must go back to see the liberation of the whole country in the future, but there are still many things waiting for me to do in these years. Sometimes I am busy with work, encounter difficulties and have troubles that I can't get rid of. I'm too nervous to eat or sleep. I really want to go back to my childhood friends, climb the Drum Tower (now Huailou Town) and fly kites ... "
Although Wang Ruxiang could understand Zhou Enlai's words, he still did not forget the entrustment of the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee when he came: You should always pay attention to rest, no matter how busy you are at work, you should go home when you have time! "
Zhou Enlai replied with a smile: "Lao Wang, you are an official. I won't lie to you. Let me tell you a story. You told the referee that a ferryman rowed his boat into the middle of a fast-flowing river. At this time, he felt very tired, and the other side was a place that tourists yearned for. What do you say? "
Yes, in Zhou Enlai's mind, he is just a ferryman. He will try his best to paddle and drive the people of the whole country to the other side of wealth, so he can only give up his "small family" and take care of "everyone"
Zhou Enlai misses his hometown and has said many times that he wants to go home. To this end, the leaders of Huai 'an County have quietly repaired his former residence, widened the main streets in Nanmen Street and other urban areas, repaired Zhenhuai House where he stood pigeons, boarded Wenfeng Tower and dredged Wen Qu where he rowed. However, such preparations were made again and again, but he still didn't come back. So, I don't know since when, Huai 'an people have spread the story that Zhou Enlai met Huai 'an on the plane.
One said it was 1956. When my aunt Yang died, in order to repay the care and guardianship of the elderly, I flew over Huai 'an and dropped a letter to my aunt on the wall of Huai 'an Normal University. Therefore, the students of Huai Normal University were organized by the school leaders to look for this letter. The result is nothing, of course, because there is no such thing.
It is said that during the 1958 Great Leap Forward, the League branch of Huai 'an Lin Ji Commune won the honorary title of national advanced agricultural unit. In addition, Wang Ruxiang, deputy county magistrate, was invited to Beijing face to face that summer, so Zhou Enlai flew over Huai 'an and waved to the people in his hometown on the plane.
Nostalgia story
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
Homesickness is a ticket with narrow rights when you grow up.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Yu Youren's "Looking at the Mainland";
"Bury me in the mountain and see my hometown. Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten; Bury me in the mountains and look at my continent. The mainland is invisible, only crying. The sky is gray, wild, Shan Ye, and state. "
"Homesickness is a tree without rings, and it will never grow old." "The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings with the moon at night. (Xi Murong) "Thirty years ago/I saw you from the willow tip/I was young/you were round/I was round. Thirty years later/you look at me from the top of the coconut tree/you are a glass of country wine/you are full/I am full. (Lan Shu) "Thousands of miles away/the smoke on the ninth day of September/it's a wisp of homesickness. (Pan Chenxi) "
Nostalgia story
A short story of homesickness
Searching for "Thoughts on Habitat" on the Internet
Hans Zhang resigned and went home because he missed the bass and water shield soup in his hometown.
A short story about homesickness
I, 1990, fell into a big basin, and my grandparents looked around the basin to see if I was walking around and sleeping in it. My mother said that I slept well when I was a child and often needed to be woken up. Then I turned a blind eye to drink milk and developed a lazy habit. Now I'm home. As soon as I lie down, my mother will talk nonstop.
When I am old enough to jump up and down, I can call grandpa's birth name in grandma's arms. The result is often, my grandfather shouted, my grandmother shouted, my grandmother shouted, and I shouted again. Grandpa can only pretend not to hear. Once I was so proud that I provoked my grandfather in the vegetable garden and ran to my grandmother's arms across a big road. How awesome is he? He chased that halfway barefoot. When I came home this time, I saw that he had false teeth. I think it should be caused by frequent gnashing of teeth when I was young. My grandmother is very kind, but she is very kind to me and always leaves me delicious food. When she was in high school, she said she wanted to eat omelet and baked me a big bag every month, haha.
My dad never seems to hit me, and often buys me delicious food, but he always scares me and my mom ... He said to my mom, "Look, my dad has double eyelids, my grandfather has double eyelids, you have single eyelids, and my grandma and grandpa have single eyelids. I don't want to finish the ending of these words ... I didn't study calculus at that time, otherwise I need to ask how many shadows my mom has brought me. When I went home this time, my mother regained her former glory, and behaved herself at home, obeying orders. Oh, so menopause is like this …
Grandparents never hit me. When I was in junior high school, I went home once a week. Every time grandma grabs my arm and cries out my birth name. At that time, I shouted my father's birth name in my heart, and I was very proud. "Look, your grandmother kissed me more." In winter and summer vacations, I often play cards with my grandfather at night, but he is over 90, carrying me behind his back as a junior high school student. In 2005, my grandmother was a little uneasy and was critically ill twice. I took him, too. I heard that he was 180+ when he was young. I think he rented a large crane with money. It's a pity that I went out to play cards with my friends that night and didn't finish the meal I sent him.
Brush brush, 20 16 is over. Look at the gully on my forehead, the fading of my black hair, the change of my rosy cheeks, my stars have lost their solidification, but … my left eye has become a double eyelid! ! ! Last year, when I came home for the Spring Festival, I showed it to my father, and my mother came to see it, and said, "Oh, really …" Well, wait a little longer, maybe my right eye will join in the fun …
A short story about homesickness
Dong Cunrui
1On May 25th, 948, our army attacked Longhua City. Dong Cunrui's company undertakes the task of attacking Longhua Middle School, the key defensive point of the Kuomintang defenders. He served as the leader of the blasting group, led his comrades to blow up four turrets and five bunkers in succession, and successfully completed the specified tasks. The company immediately launched a charge and was suddenly blocked by the fierce fire of a hidden bridge bunker. The troops were blocked in the open area, and Class Two and Class Four failed to bomb the bunker twice in a row. Dong Cunrui came forward and begged the company commander: "I am * * *, please allow me to go!" Resolutely picked up the explosive charge and rushed to the bunker. On the way, he injured his left leg and stubbornly insisted on rushing to the bridge. Because the bridge bunker is higher than the ground, it is impossible to place explosives on both abutments. At a critical juncture, he did not hesitate to raise the explosive charge in his left hand, lit the fuse in his right hand and shouted, "For the new China, go!" When the bunker was bombed, Dong Cunrui used his life to open the way for the troops. He is only 19 years old.
Tonggelin
1On July 28th, 937, the Beiping War began. Tong's Nanyuan, outside Beijing, was bombarded by more than 40 enemy planes, and 3,000 mechanized troops launched a fierce attack from the ground. 132 division commander Tong and Zhao, who fought to the death, commanded the 29th Army to fight to the end. The fighting was fierce. Later, he was ordered to move to Dahongmen. Surrounded by Japanese troops on the way. When he organized an army assault, he was shot in the leg by a machine gun and his head was seriously injured. He bled too much and died heroically. Comrade * * * once highly praised Tong and other Kuomintang generals for "setting a lofty and great example for the people of China". On July 3 1937 and 3 1 day, Nanjing national * * * issued an order to posthumously award Tong as an army general.
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Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc (this is in the high school Chinese self-study textbook)
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. Walking towards Guan Yu, there are thousands of lights at night. The wind has changed, so has the snow. I never dreamed of breaking my hometown, so there is no such sound in my hometown.
On February 15th, the 21st year of Emperor Kangxi of Qing Dynasty (1682), Xingde went out to pay homage to Yongling, Fuling and Zhaoling with Emperor Kangxi. Sauvignon Blanc was written on the road before and after going through the customs. When I went through the customs, the ice and snow were not sold, and I left Wanshui, the capital city of Qian Shan. For the sexual morality born in the customs and raised in Beijing, everything is so desolate and lonely that people can't help but miss their relatives and friends in their hometown. The author wrote this song "Sauvignon Blanc".
To contemporary people:
Nostalgia in Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
When I was a child, I liked listening to my father talk about the scenery of my hometown. On winter nights, several people sat together and pestered their father to tell stories that happened outside the Great Wall over and over again. We children were born in the south, but we still have the blood of a land we have never seen before. Relying on the story of my father's ancestors, the photos of desert scenery we accidentally found in some magazines, and the annual ancestor worship festival, I accumulated bit by bit and pieced it together bit by bit, and my lovely hometown gradually took shape. And my childhood, it is in this patchwork of warmth that I grew up slowly. (Excerpted from Xi Murong's Never Seen Hometown)
A short story of homesickness
Like most people, I never keep a birthday card. However, this year, I treasured the birthday card sent by my brother from England, because it is priceless. This card was sent by my parents on their behalf with the address, but at the signature, my brother clearly wrote the word "nego" with clumsy strokes. After nearly 40 years of hard work, constant cajoling and cheating, and countless times of sadness and frustration, my brother finally learned to write his own name at the age of 39.
It may take five years for a person with severe mental retardation to learn to cook a simple meal. Learning to write your own name is a milestone in life; As for being able to handle personal hygiene by yourself, it is equivalent to getting a doctorate. Now, nego can not only do these things, but also do many other things.
I tell the story of nego because in this society, people mostly measure a person's happiness and success by his achievements and wealth. Although nego doesn't have these things, he is the most contented and adaptable person I know. For parents, children's mental retardation is a terrible nightmare, but for my parents, my brother has enriched their lives and made years of difficulties seem insignificant. In fact, they have turned the burden into a positive experience.
Today, people can find fetal defects through amniocentesis and terminate pregnancy in time, while people like younger brother can remind us that happiness and value are only a matter of angle. He may not tie his own shoelaces, but he has no fewer friends than lottery winners. In my hometown of Sastre, everyone knows Naoko, and Naoko knows everyone.
At present, Tomomi Nago lives in a dormitory subsidized by the city and works in a factory serving the mentally retarded, earning a symbolic reward. He pays taxes, has an account in the bank and owes nobody money. On weekends, he goes home to accompany his parents and often goes to a nearby pub to drink a glass of beer mixed with lemon juice. I always insist on paying my own bill, and I often play darts with people-although I rarely hit the target.
Of course, he earned all this through hard work. I still remember clearly that I didn't notice the difference in nego until I was about five years old. After his parents took him to Birmingham to see an expert, I began to sob as soon as I stepped into the house and said to me, "Your brother is an imbecile." At that time, I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, only realized that the situation must be very serious.
My parents refused to send Nao Tomomi to a social institution for special care. Instead, they decided to have another child as soon as possible, so that Naoki could have a brother of similar age as a partner. A year later, Paul was born.
Nego often had accidents when he was a toddler. But the biggest headache for parents is his schooling.
At that time, it was 1950, and the special education classes or the Special Olympics for the mentally retarded were still castles in the air: the general mentality could not be seen. Children like nego have only two choices: stay in hospital for a long time or stay at home. Finally, my father found the third way: to send him to the school run by the municipal health unit. It is a school specially set up for mentally retarded people aged 6- 16. It only provides full-time care and has little education.
When Takao Tomomi 16 years old, he entered a "work center" and stayed for 8 years, doing simple work such as sorting and filing every day. Day by day, nego has grown into a handsome young man with a slim figure and beautiful blue eyes. At the age of 20, he began to become vulgar, liked to destroy, deliberately tore his clothes, and was often sent home in advance by his work unit because of his bad conduct. He knew he was not doing well, but he couldn't help it. Sometimes after doing something particularly rude, he will say, "Mom, I'm sorry." However, when I turned around, the old habit was committed again. I think this is the first time that my parents have been really scared since they came back from experts in Birmingham.
After a long-term diagnosis, the doctor came to a conclusion: although Nao Zhiming's understanding is limited, my brother Paul and I have formed our own families one after another, making him feel that it is his turn. "willfulness" is his way of expressing dissatisfaction.
The reason is that it has been found, but the solution is puzzling. Finally, the doctor's answer is medicine. Nego has been taking mild sedatives for many years. Now, they use powerful drugs to make him tame. But this is just a modern version of brutal imprisonment-putting chemical tights on patients.
Soon, Naoko's behavior changed completely. He will no longer destroy or tear his clothes; But the problem is that he almost stopped all activities. This medicine made him very weak. In fact, he almost had his brain lobe removed. His weight has risen rapidly, and he is no longer interested in anything except eating and sleeping.
During this period, my parents began to push an idea that had been brewing in their hearts for a long time. They think that a place is very necessary for people with mental retardation to spend their leisure time in the city, because people with mental retardation are often excluded from public places, but in fact, they should receive social attention like normal people. As a result, the "69 Club" was finally born and named after the year of its establishment.
My father finally bought a set of second-hand stereos, including two turntables, microphones and commercial speakers. Then he bought a stack of hit records. With these facilities, he opened the first disco for the mentally handicapped in the city in a factory protected by * * *.
Things went on slowly and the news spread gradually. My mother was in charge of refreshments and my father played pop songs, which soon attracted hundreds of teenagers and adults. There is even a bus between the club and the mental hospital. The "69 Club" is so popular that even "normal people" have come.
At this point, nego is still bound in a chemical tights. He is over 30 years old. Since adolescence, he has been taking sedatives and gradually became dependent.
The problem has arisen again. This time, a young and caring expert decided to make a radical change, so that Nao Zhiming could give up his dependence on drugs, so that he could enter a group home and learn a semi-independent life.
In the next few months, nego was miserable. He is as miserable as a drug addict. Then, things gradually improved. He moved into the "Baumano House" run by a couple nearby and lived with 20 mentally retarded people. From then on, we began to evaluate and record his progress. After getting rid of the dependence on chemicals, his world has greatly expanded-he has the opportunity to make decisions, take on more responsibilities and learn more life skills.
He starts with small things, such as making the bed, keeping the room tidy, going out to lock the door, making sandwiches or making breakfast for himself. Then, he advanced to the use of electric shavers. In the factory, he was given more responsibilities and took on more challenging jobs. I can happily describe what I saw and heard when I made a long-distance call.
Last time I went back to England, I spent a lot of time teaching Nigel to write his own name, but then I gave up in despair. However, I also gained other gains. One night, we were sitting together watching TV, and nego clamored for me to take him to a nearby bar. I didn't want to go, but he kept pestering me. Finally, I lost my temper and growled, "If you want to go so much, go by yourself." Unexpectedly, he really stood up, put on his coat, and then asked his father for money and went out by himself. This is the first time he has gone out alone.
"You'd better go and have a look," said the father, "lest something should happen." I took out my coat unhurriedly and strolled to the pub on purpose. Thinking: This is a great test for him, and I should give him a chance and time.
I found him in the bar. He sat quietly at a small table, sipping a big drink-his usual beer and lemon juice. He saw me and said, "I'll buy you a drink." I want to order. What do you want? "
My throat choked when I watched him swagger to the counter and order a bitter beer. He thanked the bartender but didn't count the change. Maybe next time, he will.