A short sentence about a man who misses his parents in a foreign country

1, the day of going home is getting closer and closer, and my heart is calm, I miss home, I miss my parents, I miss the food my mother cooks, I miss my room, I miss the yellowed youth diary in the drawer... The heart is restless again.

2, I saw that everyone else was there, my family was waiting, you came home, I suddenly felt so lonely, far away from home, I suddenly felt, I was so homesick, I missed my mother's bowl of hot noodles, I missed my father's sweet and sour pork ribs, I missed fighting with my sister, I missed, sometimes I was so happy, sometimes I was so lonely, sometimes I was so helpless.

3. I miss my parents' meals and the way they look when they nag me....I really want to go home, but it's all extravagant hopes, except for my parents, no one will really be kind to you......Love yourself and your family well in the future.

4. Parents miss their children like flowing water, all the time; And children miss their parents like the wind blowing leaves, when the wind blows, it moves, and if the wind does not blow, it does not move.

5. It seems that growth is such a sudden thing. Shallow and faint in the years that have been sober. You said.

When some parties are running around with fatigue. It's hard to think about what to think about and what to write. I think.

Perhaps. For a moment. I miss my parents very much.

Correct. After all, it is owed to them for a lifetime. I hope they all live to be very old.

6, in fact, I still have tears in my eyes when I think of my dream at noon, no one cleans up the table for me, no one arranges for me in an orderly manner, no one worries about me selflessly, no one can tolerate me so much, no one will consider me in all aspects, and my sister, I have never missed you like today in the past few months, especially when I think of the hug and cry when I see my sister in my dream, and the well-organized table that my parents help me clean up. Missing, never so strongly.

Home is a scenery that can never be tired, and home is a past that can never be broken; Home is the shore, home is the wall, and home is the shoulder to lean. Or maybe your parents just look into your eyes. The Sail Core is an ancient story that can never be finished.

Now, at the mention of the word "home", my heart is so warm that my eyes want to cry.

The willows are still clinging, and the rain and snow are falling". The number of times I go home is decreasing, but the frail figure of my kind parents is becoming clearer in my heart. I was really homesick and missed my parents! I miss the familiar sedan chair in my hometown.

In this life, we are all on the way home. Set off again, just to go home happier and calmer in the future. There is no end to the road. Home, in the heart!

I miss the small bridge in my hometown, and the green willows by the river, I miss my relatives in my hometown, and the hot meal, I miss my friends in my hometown, and the beautiful memories, I miss the grass and trees in my hometown, and the beautiful memories! My hometown is in the beautiful savannah, where there is a blue sea, green mountains, and the people there are hospitable. I miss my hometown, I miss the mountains and rivers there, the people there.

I miss everything there. I miss the river in my hometown, and I miss the stream in my hometown. I miss the mountains of my hometown, and I miss the flowers and plants there.

I miss my hometown, I miss every grass and tree, every mountain and every river there. I miss my hometown, I miss the mountains and rivers there, I miss the people there. I miss the river in my hometown, I miss the bridge there.

I miss my relatives in my hometown, I miss the grass and trees in my hometown, and I miss the mountains and rivers of my hometown.