Just a few days after arriving in Sichuan, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Watching the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I ran away alone. Only then did I know how strange it is to be in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives twice every holiday. I miss the people I love, my friends, even when I am asleep. A group of men were in tears. The next day I stood in front of the mirror and saw the tears on my face. I had strong feelings for my hometown.
In my hometown, I am not young at all. Even my relatives and friends joked, "I should get married." . Faced with these, I can only suppress my longing and concentrate on my studies. I know that I can't survive in this predatory society without capital, let alone talk about marriage.
But in my heart, I still think I have grown up and can be independent. After more than a week of practice, I was wrong. I didn't know until now that I was still a child. I'm like a little ant out of the group, running around alone. I am like a bird scattered with my parents, and I don't know anything about it. I am like a lonely boat in the sea, always worried about the warning of the storm. At this moment, I know how warm my hometown is and how warm my home is. At this moment, I miss my classmates. I may have had it, but I may not have had time to taste it.
Students, cherish your time in your hometown! Cherish what we have now. Don't wait until you lose it, it's meaningless. We have raised our hometown for more than ten years, and I believe there will be many beautiful memories that are hard to buy!
The bells of the ancient temple echoed in the valleys with mountains and green, and even though they were so far apart, they reached the ears of farmers. So the whole village woke up. First a lamp lights up, then the whole village lights up; First there was a bird song, then several warblers, and then the whole village was awakened.
My hometown woke up from a deep sleep and morning fog and had a hazy dream. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on her, her hometown shed the veil-like mist, revealing green mountains, clear water and fertile fields.
The mountains in my hometown are beautiful. She is not as majestic as Mount Tai or as majestic as Mount Huangshan. The mountains in my hometown are mountains with terraces, mountains with tea fragrance and mountains full of rape flowers. The mountain wind blows gently in your ears, like intimate whispers between lovers. From here, you can have a bird's eye view of your hometown, and you can see the cottages scattered in the mountains and the criss-crossing mountains and streams.
The water in my hometown is beautiful. She has neither the grandeur of the Yangtze River nor the grandeur of the Yellow River, and the water in her hometown is gentle and honest, which is unique to the south. She came from the depths of the mountains and gathered from all directions. No matter the drought in midsummer or the cold in winter, she can't seal the beating pulse of her hometown. On a hot day, the water in my hometown is cool; On a snowy day, the water in my hometown is warm. I think her source must be the heart attached to her hometown, bearing the unique temperature of her hometown forever. On the calm water, there is a foot of blue sky and an inch of land.
The sky in my hometown is the most beautiful, and the soil in my hometown is the most beautiful. The sky in my hometown is a poem with a few floating clouds and an oil painting with stars shining all over the sky. The soil in my hometown is an all-encompassing fairy tale, and the culture is what breeds my hometown. Love my hometown, love the moist soil raised in the hometown wind, love the simplicity of the villagers in these soils, love the even words and strong local accent.
"The sky is vast, and I am eager for my hometown." Only my hometown is the place I always care about no matter how far I go. Only homesickness can withstand the polishing of years and the precipitation of time.
Chapter 3: 600 words jumped into a clear river, sandwiched between two beautiful mountains, and my folks lived on the river bank. Living in this quiet and sweet land, I feel infinite happiness and joy.
In the morning, I got up early, climbed the hill covered with green clothes, breathed fresh air and integrated myself into the beautiful scenery of nature. After a while, a dazzling red sun rose from the eastern sea, shining on the mountains and dyeing them red. The sun rose gradually, and it quickly lit up every corner of my hometown, driving away the dew that had been sleeping in the flowers all night. Everything in the world is the same, but when it wakes up, the whole hometown suddenly becomes active. In the mountains and on the ridges, there are people who get up early and work everywhere, shedding the sweat of the world but harvesting the autumn season.
In a hurry, people have just sown the seeds of spring, and it seems that they haven't had time to count them. The lively summer is here.
Although it is very hot in summer, there are white clouds blocking the sun, tall banyan trees casting shade for me, and lively scenes to relieve me. Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, a "Dragon Boat Race" is held in my hometown. At that time, many old people came to watch the game and watched young people shuttle across the river. They show their youth and vitality incisively and vividly, bringing endless fun to people.
Autumn wind blows gently, and my hometown brings me the joy of harvest: when winter comes, my hometown brings me full warmth. My hometown is deeply engraved in my heart: in the frustrated season, he brought me comfort; On successful days, he enjoys happiness with me.
In a colorful life, hometown is the most beautiful color: among the five flavors of life, hometown is the most fragrant. Appreciating one's hometown means appreciating a beautiful painting.
Beautiful hometown, you gave me life, so that I can walk again in the colorful world; beautiful hometown, you gave me courage, so that I can stand up again in the lost days.
Chapter Four: A long hometown composition with 600 words on the first day. Tall, dark face with big bright eyes, seems to be telling you something. A smart mouth looks handsome and energetic. He is my friend xxx who met in hand-in-hand activities.
Last Wednesday, I came to Nanma School in high spirits. Soon, the activity began. After the leader announced his speech, my friend and I held hands with each other, and that's how we met. Then we take out our own gifts and give them to each other sincerely.
Then, I have classes with my friends. As soon as I heard the leader announce this, I jumped three feet high and thought, I must show off this time to let him know that my friend will not embarrass him. In class, I talked many times, but he kept silent. Seeing this situation, I was anxious and wanted to help him. I turned around and whispered to him, "Be brave, you can do it. You are the best. Say what you think. Don't be afraid of making mistakes. Your classmates will envy your courage." After listening to my words, he listened to the teacher more carefully and finally asked the teacher, "From which sentences can you realize that a father loves his children?" When he asked this question, he raised his hand slowly. After answering, the teacher praised him. He smiled, and so did I. What a strange time. This class passed quickly. The activity that makes us happier-outing has begun.
We walked out of the campus in neat rows and soon came to the fields, although there were no tall buildings and asphalt roads in the city. But the air here is fresh, even cow dung smells of fragrant grass, and there are bamboo forests, groves and flowers dancing with the wind that are not available in the city, which makes us very happy. In the beautiful fields, my friends can come in handy. He told me a lot about crops, and I also gained a lot. There are flowers in the distance. Looking up, there is a golden plant in the distance. "What is this?" I can't wait to ask him He said, "This is rape, and its flowers are beautiful!" "Oh, the rapeseed oil we ate was squeezed from its seeds, so I quickly went up and took a closer look. At this time, a pair of butterflies flew in the distance and landed on the cauliflower. Probably attracted by this beautiful scenery. I suddenly remembered a poem: children scurried after the yellow disc and flew into the cauliflower but didn't find it. It turns out that the poet's description also comes from life.
How time flies! I'm just leaving here. I reluctantly said goodbye to my friend and agreed to let him come to our house on June 1 day. The bus has gone a long way, and we can see them standing together for a long time through the window. I will never forget my teachers, friends, flowers, Woods and Yuan Ye.
Chapter 5: Love of the Dragon's Hometown 600 words The first day's composition "Long and Wide, I miss my hometown" This poem by Zhang Jiuling can probably best express my feelings for my hometown. In my hometown, there are my best childhood memories and my loved ones I miss most ... make a pot of tea called hometown, let the memories churn on the tip of my tongue, and let the warmth precipitate in my dreams.
I lived in my grandmother's house until I was four years old, which was my hometown. There is a small pond behind the house. In summer, frogs always jump on the lotus leaves and sing a duet with crickets on litchi trees, which is crisp and loud. Looking around, the oil wheat flowers are in full bloom, and the distant hut is always particularly eye-catching in a golden yellow. As far as I can remember, it always rains lightly in my hometown. I love barefoot, holding an umbrella, stepping on the splash of happiness with my feet, and then sitting on my ass, no matter whether it is wet soil or just falling splash. Life as a child is so simple and pure, so free!
Whenever I am in high spirits, I am always attracted by a faint scent of tea. Following the fragrance of tea, you can always find a figure immersed in the world of tea. She is grandma. Grandma is making tea in an orderly way. The cup is light yellow water, and the hot air permeates the top of the cup. Once grandma was making tea, and I took a sip of it curiously. "Ah! It's so bitter, it's not good at all! " Grandma touched my head and said, "Son, the first sip you took was bitter, but it was a little mellow after careful taste." Making tea is like life, only fine products can taste! "I nodded puzzled.
Making tea is my grandmother's only hobby. She always gets up early and does farm work in the dark, and I always like to follow her and help her with farm work. I didn't know anything at that time, so I could only help. But she never said anything about me. She smiled when she saw my face covered with mud. It occurred to me once again that the ancients often said that as you sow, you reap what you sow. Will there be a lot of chocolate in that chocolate? This is an incredible behavior in the eyes of adults, but she didn't tell me the truth directly, just smiled kindly and said, "Yes, as you sow, you reap." There may be chocolate in that kind of chocolate. Give it a try! " Although I knew many years later that growing chocolate would never get chocolate, for me at that time, her encouragement touched me so much. She has always been careful to protect my innocence and let me spend the happiest and happiest period of my childhood. But those happy times have passed and can't go back.
The hometown in my memory is a duet of crickets and frogs, a gentle smile of my grandmother, and a pot of green tea, which is sweet and mellow. My hometown carries the best childhood memories and the dearest people. ...