The land in my hometown is very fertile. According to predecessors, the Great Northern Wilderness was once a rich and famous area. Everyone wants to come here, and I am the happy one. Every time I look at the land of my hometown, I think of the evergreen pine and cypress, and the misty rain-like wicker is heroic on the roadside; I think of red cloth like sorghum, golden beans, black eyes, coal with rosin smell, and the wind blowing head-on with Wan Li dust. ...
The river in front of and behind the house always flows quietly. The water plants on both sides of the house swayed gently with the breeze, and the afternoon before night became lively. Laughter and laughter are also rippling along the river. The small dirt road in front of the door is always mixed and can't be done for a long time. When I opened the door in the morning, the fog suddenly poured into the house, and the whole hometown became a faint ink painting, so hazy that I could even melt my heart together. When the sun slowly clears the fog, a layer of water drops falls on the leaves, which is another hometown like water.
When I am at home, I like to climb to the top of the mountain alone and see my hometown. In the early morning, when the mist just began to diffuse, my hometown was shrouded in a mist, which looked ancient and exquisite. The industrious three aunts and four grandmothers got up early at this time and began to be busy with the cooing of chickens and ducks. People in my hometown are very diligent.
Every time I go back to my hometown, a smiling face blooms for you. Rhubarb dog in front of my neighbor's house always walks on the path not far from my hometown with his tail up and his head held high. Grandparents at home have stood on the stone steps and smiled. At this time, I can't help but have an impulse to go home, which spreads all over my body warmly ... playing marbles with my big brothers and sisters, and they always let me go home, so every time I go home.
6. When I was a child, every time I went back to my hometown, I always saw a dense tree-lined path from a distance. On a foggy morning, my father rode a car and drove me back and forth on the path. I reached out and brushed my hand gently across the treetops. The cold fog wetted my fingertips and I took a deep breath. The faint earthy smell of my hometown mixed with wet water vapor got into my throat and cooled my heart. The osmanthus tree behind the house is always faint and fragrant. After August, it will bloom with a golden smile and quietly send intoxicating fragrance to thousands of families, so the whole hometown is infatuated and dreamy. ...
7. Bright lights reflect the stars on the horizon, like frosty moonlight. It constitutes an unparalleled beautiful scene in the world. Birds occasionally laugh in the park, but they are like lonely rangers and shy girls, which I have never seen before. The fragrance of flowers and green grass on both sides of the road is refreshing in the soft wind at night. The ancients often said that "grass invades the old road" is a kind of beauty; Then, isn't the "Linyin New Path" in my hometown a kind of beauty? Colorful neon lights decorate rows of green trees into a sea of colors! Lights, starlight, moonlight; Flowers, herbs, green trees ... these natural things, after artificial carving, complement each other and make the night in my hometown more beautiful!
8. The cold wind that cleans the soul sweeps away the hustle and bustle of the city, and what follows is no longer endless rhythm, but a silence that can only be found in memories. I am running in this quiet and harmonious "dream" with the expectation in my heart, and the "fiery" in my heart has not broken this unique silence. Take a deep breath of this fresh air, and a kind of tranquility will be washed away from your heart. Looking at me running, I want to see if I have reached my heart. But I can't see anything, as if I were shrouded in something ... I suddenly realized that "the authorities are fascinated." Being in the beautiful scenery of this hometown, but suddenly I don't know, it must be this beautiful scenery. This scene has been exciting and intoxicating!
9. A mountain behind that village, a stream in front of it, bamboo forests on that mountain and fish swimming in the stream are all the aura of this beautiful hometown. What can be more extravagant than being an aborigine all your life? If a wanderer comes home and steps on the soft soil, it seems to be hiding in the arms of his hometown, which is very gentle. The familiar barking of dogs and birds can also make a strong man cry three feet. Those who have been depressed for too long, my hometown can finally share our worries.
10, the rain in my hometown, like smoke and fog, like hazy gauze, gently enveloped this bustling coastal city and washed away the dust attached to her. She is not fierce, gentle drizzle is just a girl's slender hand, gently stroking the dry earth; And gently tease the creatures on earth to naughty elves.
1 1. I haven't set foot on that land for three years, but I'm not far from my hometown, at least it's much better than Wang's situation where there are only a few mountains. But when I think of the spring in my hometown, I don't feel a sigh. I still remember the early spring in my hometown, the warm spring breeze. A few early-blooming flowers have just bloomed, and they look delicate for no reason. Just like the girls in my hometown, exquisite and beautiful but elegant, a little happiness lingers around everyone with the spring breeze. In my heart, the early spring in my hometown is pleasant. Unfortunately, in a blink of an eye, I have stood in the noisy streets of this city, without the flowers and winds of my hometown. Close your eyes, you can only feel the chill brought by loneliness and early spring. Early spring in this city is lonely.
12, I have lived in the countryside since I was a child, and I have a deep memory of the countryside. This memory will not disappear with the passage of time, but will become stronger, clearer and more affectionate. Curved rivers, quiet villages, vast blue sky, long white clouds, gurgling streams and narrow bridges constitute the poetic outline of my hometown.
13, every time I return to my hometown, I find that my hometown is getting old, and I can clearly read some vicissitudes from the images of the village. Walking on the high ridge, there are no children picking up ears of rice, no bursts of laughter by the big trees, and no melodious voice of grandpa playing erhu under the banyan tree.
14, the autumn rain in my hometown is like an embroidery thread in a girl's hand, and I can't get up and down. A red lantern was embroidered on the persimmon tree, and a golden carpet was embroidered on the ground. Somehow, the orange tree was bypassed, and a bright yellow hydrangea hung on the green branch. Although the autumn rain in my hometown is a girl's tears, it is not spoiled and willful. After a shower, it seems that a friend has apologized to her. This made her wipe her face, the sky was still blue and the sun was still happy.
15, the geese were whispering again that day. They all returned to their hometown, but where were the wanderers and little children who were away in those days? Are you still thinking about this pitifully silent village?
16, standing at the top of my hometown, far away from my hometown. Looking down at your home, like a mole in the mountains. The high blue sky runs wildly in the narrowness of Shan Ye, just to squeeze out a clearing on the flat land in my hometown. At that time, my hometown was small. The integration of mountains and rivers under the blue sky is at least a kind of beauty. Hometown is more beautiful because of them. But if they lack their hometown, it will be a fly in the ointment!
17, the morning light of my hometown is hidden in the distant mountains, drifting from the dense mountain road to the sleeping wasteland. It evokes the dust on the stone bridge, it dispels the silence of the night, and its mist permeates under the faint gauze, with a shy smile. Under this smile, I can't see the flashing neon lights and hear the noise of traffic. It's so quiet here. The well platform groans, the bells on the necks of cattle and sheep jingle, and the terraces of the fields are staggered, like the weather-beaten faces of the old people in their hometown.
18. It's a cool and pleasant day in my hometown. In order to avoid the sultry weather in the county, I rode the subtropical monsoon and grew up from a five-year-old child to a ten-year-old girl. My hometown is the place where all my attachment is pinned. The chilly wind in the fields in winter, the trickle and pink peach blossoms in spring, the red or white lotus flowers in the lotus pond in summer, and the golden rice in autumn ... Laughter echoed in that small dam, without the prosperity of the city and the desolation of Shan Ye.
19. My hometown is a mountainous and forested place. Looking at my hometown from a distance, all I can see is lush forests. From time to time, there are several eaves or tiles among the leaves to let people know that there is a family there. From time to time, the hooves of cattle sounded on the bluestone road in the forest, and occasionally a wet nasal sound came from the breeze: "Uh-huh!" Hometown has an ancient charm.
20. The clouds in my hometown are soft. Although I haven't really touched him, my heart has been in communication with my hometown forever. I can feel that when I am sad, it can gently touch my heart and let me put my troubles aside. When I was happy, she quietly came to my heart and shared endless happiness with me. I will never forget her, because she gave me infinite care and fresh expectations.
2 1, there is light blue smoke in the dusk village of western Sichuan, and there must be delicious country dishes in the hut. The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home.
22. Castanopsis kawakamii in the forest emerges in my memory, still tall and straight, but with a little more historical furrow and a little more vicissitudes of life. When I was young, I always wanted to climb to the top of its tree, but I was afraid of being scolded by the public. Now I have given up the idea. I think, let it be the embodiment of my admiration for my hometown!
23. My hometown is taonan city, Jilin Province. Although it is a small town without mountains and water, I still have infinite love for this land. Because he is the place where I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, and also the place where I babble. I have grown up here for more than 5,000 days and nights, and every second is filled with my burning passion.