Countryside essay Part 1
Jiangnan this is a very beautiful name, talking about Jiangnan, the ancient invariable is the white walls and tiles as well as a very flavorful Jiangnan snacks. Just as each season has the most refreshing and comfortable day, in my heart, Jiangnan is the most beautiful place this is the so-called hometown. This is a spiritual ink painting, thick ink, light brush intertwined. The white and yellow land is moist, as if it has just rained. Step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step. Shuttle in the houses between the river air at this time is also clear and cold, most of the houses here are built with stone and wood, in the history of the river of rain and smoke washing, they look younger and younger, the air is filled with a weary taste, flowing for thousands of years of the river, like a gentle arm, the history of the future, the river to give life, the river will have a soul; to the river singing a song, the river will have a soul. A song, the river will have the melody of the song; write the river into a poem, the river will have the flavor of the poem, the river into a painting, the river will have the essence of the painting! If you are hungry, there is no need to rush. Look, the front corner of a breakfast store, where the porridge is thick and sweet, fried golden doughnuts crispy outside and inside, and cakes, covered with sesame seeds, fillings are also rich and diverse, there are meat, pickle filling, and sugar filling of what? You don't like it? Then go forward, in front of a sell tofu flower, hot snow-white tofu poured with thick soup, sprinkled with a handful of chopped green onions, the aroma will immediately come to the nose, here also sells doughnuts, but can be inferior to the front of that one, suitable for cutting off the put in the soup, refreshing. Here there is also soybean milk, soybean milk is freshly ground, the amount of sugar can be decided according to the taste of diners, soybean milk rarely found in the soybean milk dregs, pour all the appetite, the entrance is mellow. Everything here is a beautiful note, people with delicate fingers, playing the most beautiful song. My love for Jiangnan is the love of the countryside.Countryside Essay Part 2
I was born in a small village in Xiajin, where the scenery is like a magnificent brocade. The curved stream, the smoking cottage, a few small stone bridges, there is my beautiful hometown, where I spent my happy childhood. There are many flowers in my hometown, the most beautiful is the chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemums are colorful. Look, the white chrysanthemums, like crystal clear water, so beautiful. But it will not disappear in a flash, but present in front of your eyes, let you marvel. Then look at the yellow, like a fairy wearing a yellow dress, dancing in the wind. Then look at the purple, the petals in the air floating down, as if a purple butterfly dancing. I will never forget the river in my hometown. I used to play with my buddies in the river, where is our playground. What I like is the stone bridge above the river, I prefer to cross the bridge, I also like to put my small paper boat with wishes into the river, watching the water to take it to the faraway place. I love my hometown more, because it is the place where my parents gave birth to me and raised me. But I love the people in my hometown more. They are hardworking, gentle and simple. In the spring, they sow seeds in the field, hard care of the seedlings, to the sky high, cloudy and beautiful in the fall, that is, the harvest season. The field is fragrant, the farmers are smiling, I also use my little hands for them to clap and cheer, because that is the fruit of their labor ah teacher said, only the struggle of life in order to win the magnificent journey. This sentence can be compared with the people here, because they are hardworking and simple. At the age of six, I left the village, but my heart will always be where, because it is my hometown, I love my hometown, who can not take the abandonment of it, but I miss my hometown, in the small village of those days, y imprinted in my mind, those wonderful impression, I will never forget.Countryside Essay Part 3
My hometown is in Chongqing, I love the countryside there, even though I only live there for a few dozen days a year living there, it is the happiest thing in the year for me. I love the straightforward people there, but also love the beautiful "small bridges and flowing homes" of the beautiful picture. I remember one time, my brother used a few bricks upstairs to build a "fireplace (in the middle of the small hole in the burning)". He put a brick underneath it to insulate it from the fire, and then put two bricks on top of it. Then use two bricks on the bottom of the brick on both sides, look at his two eyes, how eager ah! They were really energetic when they put up the bricks! I've got nothing better to do, so I'm just wandering around! The fourth brick is at the back, so the fire won't burn out. The fifth brick is on top of the one next to it! It's done! When they're done, I'm in deep shit! I have to carry firewood for them. What a pain in the ass! Bale hay, carry hay, carry hay, carry hay! It's a pain in the ass! (It's so annoying.) What a pain in the ass! It's finally burning! Kids like us are used to playing with fire! We can cook anything on fire! Good happy barbecue will ah, this thing so far I feel fresh in my memory. There was also a time when we went to fight the small fish in the pond, and it was said that 12 grass carp were put in this year. Of course I was happy, if I could fish a few on the good! So find some high and thick stick, fantasize about it from the water up, sometimes but there will be fish bubbles up, really think there are fish up it! The second brother saw, also help to "fight fish". We fought and fought and fought, but no fish came up. I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but I think it's a good idea. Another time we went to pick wild vegetables, there is a great view! Beautiful pool floating some lotus, really beautiful! I also learned to dig up wild vegetables, and it was really fun. Every day here, I have a feeling of attachment. Although each day passes quickly, but I have a very satisfied and happy. I love this place, this small bridge and flowing water home.Countryside Essay Part 4
The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown. Although I am still in my hometown, I always feel that the prosperity of the town is not as quiet as my hometown, the trees on the hillside are also the green of the village, the clouds on the sky are still the white of the village, and the people are still the passion of the village. Now, I'm leaving the village to study. There is no middle school in the countryside, and my family wants me to go to the second high school, and I also hope that I will be able to make a name for myself someday, but before my name, it must be my hometown. In the days when I was studying away from my village, my hometown was always in my bloodstream, and every time I was touched by it, I felt a sense of emotion. When I use the ink pen to solve problems in the question book, when I smell the smell of food in the dining hall, or when I walk on the school road after dinner, looking at the flowers on the head of the mango tree, I think of my grandmother's hand-packed steamed dumplings, beckoning me to the pot; I think of the season of the mountains, hear the unique sound of the mountain streams; I think of the gold-like rice, green leaves, colorful I think of the golden rice, tender green leaves, colorful sparrows; I think of the distant deep sound of the bell, the temple 'Dahuang Gong' statue in the people's devout prayers quietly listening to the village mysterious and beautiful mountain all this, how beautiful ah! In the long-lost homeland, there are countless traces I left behind, the endless fields of the countryside will bury my grief, and will be happy to sow. I have touched the snails in the trickling streams, and my sweat is on the still strong stretcher. On the ridge of the field is the rape I planted, I have eaten, rape is full of the flavor of the soil. When the wind brushes by, the breath that belongs only to the hometown will ripple among the golden rape flowers. The river flows shallowly from the side of the house, curls of smoke like clouds out, just like a fairyland. The air is full of primitive smell, the neighbor's children's laughter through the narrow alleys. Clear blue sky, the road on both sides of the villagers are the figure of labor. In midsummer, birds and insects hover over the ripening rice. Villagers harvested back, the face is full of happy smiles, the original empty sun paddies covered with golden grain, that is the return of hard work, is the gift of the earth's countryside, I think, the words can not be expressed to the end of the meaning of the word, but the hometown is melted in the bone marrow, no one can not abandon her, can not forget her.Countryside Essay Part 5
My hometown in Tianshui City, Qin'an County, a mountain valley, where the scenery is pleasant, fruits and vegetables. With the passage of time, my memory is also gradually full and clear up. The high and thick old acacia tree, is the best playmate of my childhood, hug the old acacia tree is my favorite thing to do when I was a child, I have time to go with my sister to the old acacia tree there to hold it, try to pull the hands together, but every time will fail. We rubbed, climbed and slipped on her, and she was like a kind old man, forgiving us, and we had the deepest feelings for her. Now, I may be able to hold the old acacia tree, but I am in other places, no time to return to my hometown. The old acacia tree! Every May will blossom, acacia flowers are very fragrant, is white, like the great generations in the ravine life of the people, each of them is a flower on this tree, blooming their own, with their white and pure heart to tell the yesterday, looking forward to the future. The old acacia trees, unforgettable ah! The apple and the peach are abundant in our hometown. I remember, we often climbed the low fruit tree, playful. In spring we played hide-and-seek in the fruit trees; in summer we sunbathed in the fruit trees; in winter we had snowball fights in the fruit trees. We were always looking forward to the fruit trees' fruits. When the fruit trees bore fruits in the fall, we would scramble to pick the biggest apple, which was sweet and crisp. It was so sweet and crunchy that we couldn't get enough of it. It was so sweet and crunchy that we couldn't get enough of it. Now I want to eat apples from my hometown again, and I want to climb the fruit tree again. But how can I go back? The mountains of the hometown; miss ah! The water of the hometown; miss ah! The people of my hometown. I can still go back to my hometown to hug the acacia tree, climb the apple tree, peach tree? Can I still go back home and run on the countryside without any restrictions? Can I really go back to my hometown and live that kind of simple life? When will I be able to go back?The pleasant landscape, the tempting fruit, the simple people, you will always be my soul to hold on to.
The National Day holiday, by car on the bumpy mountain road for nearly two hours, came to the edge of the city, Liu Xi. Here raised such a group of people, they "work at sunrise and rest at sunset", speak in full breath, simple and bright character, even between the hands and feet are permeated with a strong flavor of the countryside. This is my folks, I miss my relatives day and night. Like the scenery here, as far as the eye can see, green! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the color of your skin, and the color of your eyes. Grass green, tree green, everything is colored with this life green, overlapping and good not repeated. Grass is thriving, trees in the increasingly luxuriant, the mountains are constantly increasing its charm, even here everything is crushed in this green, vibrant. I love the countryside here. Outside the window of the muddy path, there is an old couple is holding an umbrella, hobbling in the rain, helping each other, each step is very carefully, as if holding fragile ceramics, that ceramics and is the only treasure. And the umbrellas hold up the whole world. Such a scene can not help but make people's hearts warm. Holding each other until old age, this is the true meaning of love, right? In the middle of thinking, Grandma handed me a cup of warm and refreshing tea from behind. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this. I also like myself here, fading away from the city's fickleness, adding a serenity. Like to take the neighbor's children to the ridge to dig the ear root; like to go alone to the river fishing, to enjoy the silence of life; like and family sitting around the small yard, looking up at the stars; do not have to worry about fishing will return empty-handed, do not have to worry about the night sky to find no trace of the stars, like Tao Yuanming in the "return to the garden," as said, "not enough to cherish the clothes stained, but to make the wish does not go against! "As long as you get a good mood, why should you care about these external gains and losses? The mountains here, the water here, the people here are closely linked to my life. I love the mountains and the water here, the grass and the trees, because my life has been y branded with them. LiuXi, I love you, love those simple folks, love that melting township!Country Feelings Essay Part 7
Life is never short of beauty, only the lack of eyes to find it.Life is never short of light, only the lack of feeling the light of the heart.
This summer, tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, they returned to their hometown in the countryside, enjoying the beauty of a long time, the heart is full of comfort. In the countryside, people always live a regular life, work at sunrise and rest at sunset. However, in the busy farming season, you need to take care of the dirt in the morning, and bring the moon to bring the hoe back. Beginning to eat has been eight o'clock in the evening, the starry sky, look carefully, you can also find a faint, belt-like Milky Way. The first time I saw this, I couldn't hold back my excitement, and I walked towards the countryside. The moonlight sprinkled, the river swung a circle of ripples, moss mottled the ancient brick wall, the wind whisked through the willow branches, just like the February day. As the moon grows fuller, the sound of cicadas grows louder. Unconsciously, the sky drifted down a slight rain, like notes like jumping in the river, the frogs and cicadas also accompanied her. I quietly enjoy this rare to see the beauty of the time, slowly walked to an acacia tree, it is like an umbrella canopy carries many of my memories. The scenery is still the same, but the old man has become a mirror, I sat on a thicker branch, watching the rain fall into the river, smoke and rain. This road I have walked many times, but has always been two people, and now he has left, things are not the same. The rain stopped, I looked at the moon, hoping to find the fairies in Guanghan?m, the cold and lonely moonlight will pull my shadow very long. The picture was so beautiful that it made people sad, but I was already in it. I thought I had forgotten his departure, but the dusty memories were uncovered in the hometown. The greatest strength is memory, the greatest weakness is memory. The best is just a dream, but also real and unreal. It is always said that it is difficult to remember things, but I do not know that it is more difficult to forget. A bitter pain, thought to have forgotten, to the end only to find that it lurks in the deepest part of the heart. People always say good scars forget the pain, but do not know, more pain is to open the scar again. But, people can not be defeated by the pain. Abandon me to go, yesterday's day can not stay, mess with my heart, today's day more worries! To bravely face their own and unpredictable difficulties, even in the darkest time of life, but also can not give up looking for hope, to seize the dawn of the dawn of a dawn, even in the darkness, but also with the heart to see, to listen, believe that the dawn will always cut through the darkness, ushered in the gentle dawn.Hometown is the most unforgettable place, where I spent my childhood, although short, but it seems to be a golden dream, leaving me a lot of happiness.
Whenever I look up at the blue sky or recall memories, I think of the green rice fields, the wind gently blowing, the orderly rice will set off a wave of rice, accompanied by a pleasant rustle; it is as if I saw a group of comma-like tadpoles playing in the water channel; it seems to hear farmers talking and laughing on the ridges of the fields, and they are sharing their own planting techniques; it is to think of the back of the yard, a tree fragrance of the mast flower tree, and the other two are the same. Mast flower trees behind the yard, the busy figure of grandparents on the stove, the sound of chickens crowing from the chicken coop, the pond hiding the big water monster Now I'm a junior high school student, I can go back to that piece of land has become less and less opportunities, whenever there is time, I'll be extra looking forward to go back. Every time I go back, I find that she is so lovely, the air is so fresh, far away from the hustle and bustle, and the inner peace is incomparable. In that land, I left the footprints of my childhood. I caught a small fish on the pier, and that was one of my most memorable things. I used to go to the pond with my grandfather to catch fish with a tent that covered vegetables. The net was spread out and rice balls were thrown on top of it. The mellow rice balls slowly spread out and then we waited quietly for the fish to come to us. Often we would come back with a full load of fish, and sometimes we would feed them to the chickens and tortoises. As soon as we poured the fish on the ground, the chickens would run towards the food with their bamboo-stick-like feet. Turtles do not react as quickly as chickens, and wait until their surroundings are quiet before eliminating the food one by one. As a child, my grandmother in the countryside treated me as a treasure. Once I went to work in the field with my grandmother and secretly squatted in the bushes. When my grandmother couldn't find me, she called out my name, but I hid there and didn't make a sound. Grandma even called me a lot of times and still could not hear the answer, she got anxious, threw the basket of vegetables, looking for me in a hurry, but I was there to hide laughter. Seeing the grandmother anxious on the fire I just drilled out of the grass, but still covered his mouth and stood there giggling. Grandma rushed towards me, and hugged me, while laughing and scolding me. The hometown has left me many unforgettable memories, where I spent a happy childhood. I love you, hometown! In my opinion, hometown sentiment is a kind of attachment to our hometown, and when we are far away from our hometown, we are attached to our hometown. The more memories we have of our hometown, the stronger our feelings for it. My hometown is in a small mountain village, the rugged road winding around the mountainside. My hometown gave me a fun childhood, my feelings for my hometown in these wonderful childhood memories are getting deeper and deeper. As a child, I wandered around my hometown, where there was no shortage of natural beauty and a variety of simple toys. I could chase colorful butterflies in the spring of my hometown, throw myself into the cool streams of my hometown with a swimming ring in the summer under the leadership of my elders, pick different kinds of fruits in the fall and taste a lot of delicious food, and in the winter, I could see the wonders of the snow-covered mountains. My hometown has brought me a lot of good memories, and these good memories are eventually brewed into my heart thick country. The more you grow up, the more you leave your hometown for various reasons. The first time I left my hometown for a long time was when I was in junior high school. My junior high school campus was some distance away from my hometown, and the day I started middle school. I was escorted out of my hometown by my parents in a big bag. That day my mood both on the new life of the longing, the same is not less than the hometown of the reluctance. But then I thought, every month I can go home, the heart is not with more sadness. But I never thought that the first month of junior high school life, I miss my hometown has been very strong. But in just one month, everything in my hometown is naturally unchanged, and when I went back to my hometown, I felt the immense importance of my hometown for the first time in my heart.The hometown essay Part 10
She is the root to which the leaves return; she is the nest to which the geese aspire; she is the sea to which the river belongs; she is the harbor that unites the love. And she is my hometown, ordinary and extraordinary hometown. night. I love her, I love every inch of her skin, every blood, every creature. Unfortunately, I have already left her, and I'm staying in another country. Am I going to leave her forever? No, I don't think so. I believe that one day, I will return to your arms! She has the memories of my childhood, like a box door, collecting my sweet and sour. I remember when I was a child, my backyard has a very large pomelo tree, I was looking at the tree every day, the heart will look forward to this tree quickly grow big and sweet pomelo. Finally, in the spring, summer and fall, the fruit, I always looked at it with a smile on my face. I am tired of watching, want to taste the flavor of home, and eagerly called my companions to come to pick pomelo, in the face of the pure soil with the hometown of the fruit, who does not have a craving for it? So, we went together to catch this one "elf". We first find a chair, carefully stand up, first hand to reach this one "elf". This "elf" as if it will run, it is hard to reach it, and hand slip missed. Hard to catch it, the "elves" and magic, so you can do nothing. Finally, this "elf" do not know why, suddenly do not make a fuss when we pulled hard, it flew into our arms. But because the "elf" is too heavy, she and I fell off the chair. It was as if she had a wicked smile on her face, mocking me for being so stupid. I didn't cry, but just laughed along with her. Although it hurt a little, my heart was sweet. After she was defeated, we ate her, I dare say she is the world's most delicious grapefruit. Unfortunately, after that, I went back to my hometown, the tree never fruit, I never ate the hometown of the grapefruit ah! Hometown, although I am in another country, but my heart belongs to you forever, I will always love you!