The weather in Li Xi town
The scorching sun in June kissed all the rivers and mountains, exaggerating the magnificence of all things in the world to the extreme, and making the poetry and painting in May grow wantonly in this midsummer. Boiling memories always roll along the direction of the heart, in the passionate mind, impacting the soul of homesickness wave after wave, which is unstoppable.
Homesickness in June is a fire!
The hot earth has concentrated the mother's thousands of attachments, and they all gushed out and burned without reservation at the moment when the wandering footsteps needed enthusiasm most. The deep feeling of anxious autumn, the bleak winter, the longing for burning spring, and the care and helplessness of wanderers are all burning in June.
Sometimes, stop at a corner of the park, carefully fiddle with the paint, draw two red hearts, splash ink on a painting like June and paint it with fiery red color. Or, pick a touch of heat and write a fiery homesickness song with your heart. Just listen with a fiery heart and you will understand.
Homesickness in June is a glass of wine!
There is a kind of yearning, stirring a little sadness in my heart, mixed with all nostalgic elements, fermenting under the scorching high temperature and expanding my whole heart. At this moment, June was brewed into a pot of homesick wine, and the sigh of the soul stopped the hurried footsteps, scooped up a handful of moonlight, poured a full cup of homesick wine and shared it with the soul.
The air is filled with the smell of hometown. We suffocate ourselves in mellow wine, burn in alcohol, light a cigarette and miss it for a long time. Under the heat of June, the night is slightly dizzy. Wear the light coat of the season, and let your thoughts trample on it in the hot summer. Love is hot, heart is hot, hometown is far away. ...
Homesickness in June is a poem!
The burning passion is ignited by wandering feelings, the passionate youth of strangers, the charming smiles of migrant workers, and the stories that come and go in the wind and rain have all become wandering materials, which are filled with bright faces in June, one by one. In June, the burning sunshine makes people extremely hot and irresistible, just like our true feelings, naked, hot, frank and hot. Let the emotions fly, let the fiery emotions surge in the text.
The homesickness in June is condensed into vivid language in the sun, singing the rhythm and rhythm of the four seasons, and lyric becomes a poetic paragraph. She is as stubborn as a grass in her hometown of Shan Ye. She used to be subtle and delicate in the spring breeze. She used to be covered with monotonous snow in winter; Even in late autumn, I watched the flowers bloom and fall alone. But she has never forgotten her initiative, as always, regardless of the changes in winter and summer. All the savings and deposits are just for thinning into a brilliant flower in midsummer, illuminating the whole June!
Homesickness in June is a kind of loneliness!
The sunshine is strong, and it is hot and humid in summer. Every day, I walk around alone on my way to and from work. Birds shuttled through the forest alone, and cicadas sang monotonous summer songs in the trees. The dazzling sunshine imagines June in the mountains of western Hunan, quietly reading my hometown.
The green rice fields are sunny, birds are singing, butterflies are flying, and all kinds of unknown flowers are blooming. At this time, in my hometown, there is a warm scene everywhere. Think of the paddy field planted in front of the door in autumn, the raked soil slope behind the house, and the familiar and gaunt figure in the hot sun. ...
When all my thoughts are ruthlessly wet by the rain and dew in different places, that kind of loss from the bottom of my heart, or loneliness, is wet and rainy, just like bamboo shoots after the rain, popping up one after another, filling my heart with wildness. Every drop of lost tears, blooming, is also a feeling of loneliness. It is the memory that gets wet, and the life that gets harvested.
Homesickness in June is a stream!
She is more like Li Xi in her hometown, surrounded by the enthusiasm in June and flowing forward with passion. She will hug the sun, she will sing to the birds, and the songs and laughter will match each other. In the warm docking, she will spread her passion and memories to every corner of her hometown.
The stream is full of sparkling homesickness, with my nostalgia for my hometown and memories of many past events. She is not afraid of the hot sun, does not marvel at the sunset, does not stop when encountering stones, and does not detour when encountering mountains. She never envied the vastness of rivers, let alone the vastness of the sea. She went her own way to find her own happiness. Seasons can't change her soul rooted in the mountains.
The cycle of the four seasons, the interweaving of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and homesickness are indelible themes, which are burning heartily in this June. The warm sky is red and hot in June, which makes people think. So, we talked and laughed, and we were worried for thousands of miles. The wonderful local accent sang softly in the long summer scroll, turned into a clear stream of homesickness, and was immersed in the sentimental song in June.