Tears are rolling in my eyes, thinking of my hometown. My hometown is the best memory in my life. Once the streets, buildings, trees, playmates, family ...... Everything touches my heart. Homesickness is as strong as wine, so I can't forget it. Whenever night falls, I sit quietly in front of the window, my heart is filled with the feeling of homesickness. Tears slowly slide down and drip on the ground, sending the love of my heart to my hometown.
Leaving my hometown, it is hard to avoid some reluctance. Living in a foreign land, loneliness comes to mind. Perhaps because the homesickness is too strong, my heart is always a little irritable and uneasy. Whenever I see the small flowers and grasses on the roadside, and hear the songs and laughter of the passers-by, I think of everything in my hometown. Sometimes I feel that I wish I could go back to my hometown instantly, chatting, playing cards and chess with my relatives and friends, and enjoying the simplest happiness.
In the future, I hope to be able to return to my hometown and ****build a better home with the people of my hometown. I want to walk to my front door and see the trees planted by my parents still thriving; I want to hear the landscape of my hometown singing about our love; I want to play tai chi with my neighbors, dance in the square, and taste the special snacks of my hometown. The future journey to my hometown is full of hardships, but I firmly believe that it is a worthwhile journey. Tears flowed, sending me a beautiful vision of the future homecoming.