In daily study, work and life, we have dealt with the essay, right, with the help of the essay people can reflect the objective things, express thoughts and feelings, transfer knowledge and information. You always have no way to write when you are writing an essay? The following is my collection of compositions about the countryside, I hope it will help you.
Essay on hometown sentiment 1The National Day is a seven-day long vacation, our whole family is going back to our hometown, which is in the mountainous area of northern Guangdong - Lechang County, which is a county surrounded by mountains. As a result, the transportation is not so smooth, and the economy is still much worse than that of the delta, which is a poverty-stricken county that the provincial government focuses on supporting.
Remember, the brutal rain in 20xx, the poor mountainous region overnight into a zephyr. Roads and bridges were washed away by the flood, most of the people's houses collapsed, the poor people homeless, the flood receded, the whole city is completely in the swamp on top of this scene is unbearable.
Almost there, almost there, my heart is pounding, excited, here, will still be a swamp? I harbor all the questions. Finally, the car slowly drove into the Lechang County, first into the eyes of the gate on the seven big words - Lechang people welcome you.
These five big words are like the people of Lechang, so enthusiastic, so tenacious, it tells us that they stand up. Standing on both sides, still mountains, but these two mountains also seem to become towering, they are smiling and welcoming us.
The concrete road underfoot is so spacious, yes, here, no longer a swamp. The clear bottom of the river, the fish swim freely ...... into the county, a few small birds fly, chirping, also seems to welcome us again.
In the car, soon, a beautiful landscape painting disappeared, ushered in a high-rise buildings, the beautiful Wujiang River erected a brand new bridge. Wide and clean streets, each people full of spring, the stores are full of items ...... Whenever the night falls, the lights along the street are beautiful up, the riverbank, the beautiful green next to a lamp lined up in a neat procession to the walking people lighting, ceremonial lanterns, water canopy lamps, camouflage lamps, all one by one, is so The lights are so dazzling.
Every time, when they are wandering alone in the strong, every time, even if it is very hurt also do not flash tears, "strong" and "struggle" wings to take them fly through despair.
The people of Lechang County in the mountains of northern Guangdong Province have made great achievements in the fight against the floods, and their determination to rebuild their beautiful homes.
Essay on hometown 2In a place, where the mountains are beautiful, picturesque; there folk chic, simple folkways; there is known as the "stone city", but also has a national scenic area ......
There is my hometown - Jinyun. Jinyun, my hometown.
In Jinyun, less is the hotel, more is the Nongjiale; in Jinyun, less is the high-rise, more is the mountain; in Jinyun, less is the heart, more is simple, hospitable.
Flower Dance Yiren Butterfly Feather Flurry
Jinyun can be described as the world of flowers, not to mention the sea of flowers in Kakegawa, not to mention the sea of flowers next to the county government, that is, the mountains, the fields, and there are also the figure of the flowers. Rapeseed flower, Yingshanhong, although it is some ordinary flowers, but opened up some of their deep feelings.
The sea of flowers, not to mention, without the most high-end technology, but the blooming of an exceptionally lush flowers, the sea of flowers has naturally become the best place for people to shoot portraits.
These are the most important of all, and the most important of all is the fact that they are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all.
Hugh love Emei year of good
Talking about the mountain, people always think of that Emei Mountain, the five mountains, but our Dinghufeng is not inferior.
Dinghu Peak, commonly known as "stalagmites", is located in the national scenic area of the Flying Square, like that a sword straight into the sky, through the clouds, shocked the tourists from all sides.
"Tired of West Lake to see Dinghu."
This poem perfectly illustrates the beauty of Dinghu, and naturally, because of this poem, Dinghu Peak is also famous in China and abroad.
The township food is still the same
The bakery is one of the major specialties of Jinyun, however, many years of history has also made it favored by many people.
Of course, such as water-like income did not make them lose integrity, the environment is getting better and better, the pie filling has not been reduced, the skin is also that golden, shiny.
It can be said that "integrity is gold".
Many people say that Jinyun is the village. Right! Jinyun is a village, but because he is a village, will be "spring flowers in the sky, green trees wrapped in the ridge", will stick to the century-old store, do not lose integrity, there will be a strong sense of countryside.
The feeling of nostalgia remains.
Essay 3 on the feelings of the countrysideIn the hearts of people, there is this kind of emotion. Faint, but strong, people survive on the land, and the hometown is the home of the soul. Where there are many people, they have been waiting for your return, this emotion has is a hint of sadness. This emotion is called hometown, this place is called hometown.
Grandpa's garden, the villagers called "hundred fruit garden", because the garden is full of fruit trees, all kinds of, where, that is my childhood paradise, spring, summer, fall and winter garden, I only love the summer orchard and autumn orchard.
In the summer orchard, the leaves are bright green, hundreds of fruit trees, all become green, the summer sun brings the heat disappeared, replaced by the orchard of green, and the sweetness of the trees.
From the orchard across the stream, the stream flows slowly. The sound of flowing water is constantly pleasant to the ear. Put your hand into the stream, cool, hold some taste, sweet. In the summer garden, sitting on a chair, riding in the shade, drinking a cup of tea, but the flavor is endless.
The garden in the fall, not only we lively, the whole village people also joy, a small orchard pregnant with spring and summer vitality, at this time, bloomed. The treetops are full of fruit, like a small glowing lantern. We picked all kinds of fruits and put them in a bamboo basket. We walked quickly to Lao Yang's house and put fresh oranges on the table. The next basket of grapes will be sent to the "sugar granny"
Called the neighbor's home to open the door and asked: "Lao Li, this is a crisp sweet apple, do you want to take some" "Lao Li, don't go to sleep, a little red pomegranate! I'll have some pomegranates." I also took some of the various fruits, all the way to run happily to find my childhood friends, to share together.
The water is the water of the hometown, people or hometown of the people, a small orchard, the township folks that a sense of countryside to bring together, a small orchard, bearing the memories of the wonderful childhood, that a touch of countryside.
Maybe in the distant "sugar granny" in the morning to get up and make sweet maltose. "Grandpa Yang, who drove the sheep up the hill again, perhaps? But I won't forget this place, my hometown, that touch of nostalgia!
The composition on the feelings of the countryside 4
Sunset, the lone I stand in the shade of the avenue, looking in front of the eyes of the people walking through a busy day, and that the traffic, the endless stream of traffic, I feel that I was abandoned by the city, a share of the thick feelings of homesickness surged to the mind .......
I used to be so disgusted with my hometown with beautiful scenery, just because of her poverty; I used to be so eager to get away from my hometown, because of its backwardness; I used to be so burning hope to leave my hometown, because of the hard living conditions, remote places. Now, I am in this bustling metropolis, looking around is that a skyscraper, people stay in the city for a long time, gradually hate that crowded, noisy environment.
The river in his hometown, quietly own her years of tranquility. A white cloud floating in the back of the willow, willow branches of the shadow dappled reflected in the full moon. Next to the river there are clumps of bamboo forest, into the forest, from time to time will come from the river "pattering" sound, accompanied by the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest and the swaying leaves of the sound of the blowing, played into a wonderful and beautiful song. The green river, occasionally the sound of frequent frog drums, dragonflies in the center of the river gently fluttering, from time to time stop in the sleeping lotus leaves. Flocks of wild ducks on the river, frolicking happily in the river water, there are two lovely ducklings are combing each other's feathers, as if to tell: "I'll help you comb 'hair'!"
Now the heart is attached to all the hometown, I fear in that for a while, carefully recalled that the air there is so fresh, the sky is so clear, flowers and trees are growing so lush. As if to see that layer after layer of golden waves along with the rhythm of the wind slowly "sway" up! That is the wheat seedling's cue to ripen, telling farmers: "I'm growing up!" Bend down and listen to the wheat seedlings in the land murmur, listen to the wind in the crop field and wheat seedlings whispering ......
Hometown, retaining our most precious memories, can not help but think of the Qing Li Yu "Naihotian - Keizuo": "All the way to travel, has been the ground of the hometown, less than a temporary banners, slightly parked horses."
essay on hometown feeling 5For many years I have not felt inferior because of survival in the countryside, on the contrary, I feel proud. From childhood to adulthood, I accepted the culture of simple countryside, there is no fighting between neighbors, we love each other, we are all helping each other, I also enjoyed the colorful rural life when I was young, these are my endless wealth and beautiful memories, the warmth of the countryside surrounded by the time spent in the tone of my life is destined to be the most colorful.
When I was a child, the countryside was not very developed, in my memory our village roads are behind the asphalt road, there are few modern small houses in the village, most people are tiled, but each family has a lot of open courtyard, which is repaired with a variety of livestock circle, each family has a breeding of cows, chickens and pigs and other livestock. My family mainly raised pigs, and my sisters and I relied on pig sales to pay for their school fees and living expenses.
As time progresses, a lot of young people in the village have left the countryside and gone to the big city to take root, and life is getting better and better.
In the countryside the most lively is the New Year, no matter where you are, whether in other places to survive, whenever the New Year is approaching, home is like a magnet attracting countless people out of the people to rush to the home. Lunar New Year is the time of the year when people in the countryside have the most time to spare, when all the agricultural work in the fields is done and people are idle. As the weather gets colder, the pork can be salted and stored, and a lively scene of killing the New Year's pig is staged in the countryside. Killing pigs is the most important and lively thing in our countryside, usually all relatives will come to help, and at night together to eat pig-killing dinner, which has a New Year's perch.
The national system has become better and better, and our family has gone out of the countryside and settled in the city. But I still miss the old days of New Year's Eve and life in the old country, in the countryside there is no hooking up, more mutual help and more warmth. This is my hometown, the life I long for.
Essay on hometown feelings 6My hometown is a small mountain village in Shuhe - Shagou. There is no northeast fertile black soil, no Inner Mongolia endless prairie. But for me, it is also a piece of paradise.
Whenever I look at the distant green hills, "over these mountains, is my hometown, right" "Now my hometown, maybe the flowers on the mountain are blooming, maybe the low small trees, have grown into big trees in the sky." "Maybe ......" I often think like this. My hometown, whenever I approach you, I can feel the warmth; whenever I leave you, my joy dissipates, only deep nostalgia. When I get on the bus back to my hometown, when I look up at the distant green mountains incomparably miss you, or when I think back to the past of my childhood, I think of the straight green bamboo forest, straight and beautiful bamboo head to the sky, feet on the ground; I saw the fast pace of the cats and dogs, in the courtyard of the house running around; I think of the wave-like seeds, neatly organized leeks and green onions, the yellow earth nurtured us generation after generation; I think of the mischievous cats and dogs, in the courtyard of the home; I think of the wave-like seeds, leeks and shallots, yellow soil nurtures us generation after generation; I think of the naughty and mischievous children, I think of the yellow soil, we are the only one of them. Generation after generation; I think of the naughty mountain chickens, in the forest in the mountains, jumping around on the rocks, black and white hares, just in front of, the next second into the grass disappeared; I think of snow-white dandelions, sunny days cattle in the meadow leisurely eating grass ...... I seem to hear my hometown calling me, her gentle voice, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling. Calling, calling, I told him, to be my vacation, will certainly go back to meet her.
My first semester of seventh grade is over, I told myself that I must go back, I was so eager to return to my hometown for the first time, my hometown called me again, come back, come back. This voice has achieved a permanent communication with my heart, and every vacation, even every weekend, I can hear this voice. And I, too, eagerly, even a little nonsense, let my mom treat me to return to my hometown. One day, we will return to you.
Hometown, you are my mother, every one of us, is your clan, as soon as I approached you, my heart became calm. How beautiful you are, how rich ...... how could I forget you? As I grew up a little, I became more and more inseparable from you.
My hometown, I want to return to you with the glory of growth.
My hometown is always so beautiful that people are intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, whether it is a scenic spot or a small bridge and flowing house, which can leave a most beautiful memory for people.
In my hometown, there was a famous sage - Zhu Xi. His grandmother, buried in the hills of my hometown. Jiaqing two years, Song Ningzong posthumously Zhu Xi as "Wen Gong", the mountain has been called "Wen Gong Mountain".
Although Mount Wengong, not as lofty as Mount Tai, not as steep as Mount Hua, but it is beautiful. This unique spirit, every year will attract many writers and writers, stop here to watch, feel that thousand years ago the cultural atmosphere. Although you can not encounter Zhu Xi on the mountain, but the mountain air, but the pull of my forward.
At the top of the hill, the saint's grandmother is buried, surrounded by 16 cedar trees. Back then, Zhu Xi planted 24 cedar trees around his ancestral tomb according to the bagua diagram, symbolizing the "twenty-four filial piety", this filial son's heart, really moved people.
"Bite the green mountain not let go, the original root in the broken stone." Bamboo, representing the spirit of the Chinese people - tough. At the same time, both artistic flavor, and plum, orchid, chrysanthemum, known as the "Four Gentlemen", Wen Gongshan bamboo forest, is so. From time to time with the seven sages of the Bamboo Forest to talk about the beauty of life, and sometimes stand opposite Zheng Banqiao, reciting the "Bamboo Stone", feel the bamboo's "let the wind of the south-east and west-north wind."
In the hidden banana grove, there is a small academy, shrouded by the breath of the mountains, forming a unique stream, close your eyes, Zhu Xi seems to be sitting on it, talking about the truth of life. When you leave, his words of wisdom still echo in your ears.
Years and times Chi, the vicissitudes of the sea, unchanged is the beauty of the hometown; intention and the day to go, can not wear down the memories of the hometown.
essay on hometown 8Hometown is a place where no matter how far you go, you want to go back to, and it is a place where everyone does not talk about ordinary, my hometown is Boro Luoyang, a place with "the source of life" Dongjiang, a place with a big gourd suppression.
Dongjiang River is a major attraction of my hometown, although he is not as the Yangtze River that has the momentum of the horses, not as Li River that level as a mirror. But he also has his own unique flavor. When the sun has just risen, the breeze gently brushed, Dongjiang River water surface sparkling, reflecting the diamonds like bright sparkling ripples. The sky is still dark, only the rising sun softly spreads a layer of red cloth. From far away, came the sound of a bicycle horn. I saw an old man wearing a straw hat stop his bike and take down a big heavy cloth bag from the bike, inside was a wide range of fishing equipment. Then, the old man took a slow step through the weeds from the slope, down to the river covered with stones, took out a packet of fragrant feed, take out a little hanging to the hook, adjust the fishing rod, to the distance, a hard throw, the hook is light and coquettish to the middle of the river bank, the water on the golden sunshine dispersed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty and get out of the way, and then you'll be able to get out of the way and get out of the way.
From the north bank of the Dongjiang River, it is a dark green "big gourd", and it looks like this "gourd" is very astringent. In fact, this "big gourd" is a big mountain. Listen to some old people say, the gourd ridge was originally iron crutch Li's a magic weapon, saved the people in the flood at that time in Boro. Therefore, there is a temple at the foot of Hululing. During the annual festival, there are always a lot of people who come into the temple, kneeling in reverence to the statue of Buddha. After burning incense, follow the trail up the mountain. Along the way, you can see aunts and uncles in white coats practicing Tai Chi, taking photos in twos and threes, listening to songs while strolling leisurely to see the scenery....... At the top of the hill, a platform, overlooking the bottom of the Dongjiang River water flowing quietly, the old house some white smoke slowly drifting up, the new building of the commercial building wearing colorful clothes. Behind the mountain is a canvas, lined with the scenery of that Boluo.
Just like the ultimate belonging of the leaves is the land, our 'belonging is the hometown, everyone's hometown is not the same, but always the most beautiful place in your eyes.
Essay on hometown feeling 9Just arrived home, the iron gate will slowly open, the family's big black dog woofing straight barking, relatives are gathered to the car, I felt a strong hometown feeling. --Title
Relatives are warm, ask this and that, I got off the car, the left hand was grabbed by the grandmother, said: "We Chenchen grow taller ah!", the right hand was grabbed by the grandmother, said: "We Chenchen grow taller ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the right hand side of the car, and the right hand side of the car is grabbed by the grandmother, whose dry, calloused hand rubbed my hand and said, "Look at this hand, it's cold, isn't it not wearing a thick ah." That strong hometown love to us to take turns attacking, my little juniors were sister-in-law hugged, will talk to shout auntie, will not talk to the bla bla bla to me a kiss, can make me happy bad.
The elders are holding red envelopes, stuffed into my pockets, and keep saying blessings to me, I also like the elders to say goodbye, of course, I have to send the new year's money! I took the red packet, said to the younger generation: "shout aunt, do not shout aunt does not give new year's money!" Kaikai can talk now and says, "Dudu!" Although the sound is not very accurate but always shouted out, I take a red envelope, stuffed into his pocket, to Kai Kai shake hands, continue to send the new year's money.
Shell child and one can not talk, I picked up the little shell child, shell child with the mouth stained with saliva to my face, bad child! But I still gave the money! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said!
At lunchtime, Grandma carried out a box of eggs from her room, and there were N duck eggs, two mandarin duck eggs, and five goose eggs, which Grandma usually didn't want to eat, but now she boiled the five goose eggs and gave them to us to share, and watched us eat them, and couldn't help but ask, "Yummy, isn't it?" In fact, I don't care about these goose eggs, but, for grandma, this is a very rare thing, just waiting for us children to come back, let the children eat, big goose eggs were all eaten by us, and grandma, ate a few duck eggs, didn't want to eat a bite of goose eggs.
There is one more thing oh! The children in my hometown have a rouge-like red on their faces, which looks very kind, I call it "hometown color", and their faces are all like red apples, lovely!
This strong hometown love! The sincerity and enthusiasm of the people in my hometown touched me!
The people on Chang'an Street are in a state of depression, and the people are complaining about the situation.
All of this has to do with the current emperor, who is drinking all day long, coveting beauty, and paying no attention to the government. I was summoned to the palace with the idea of advising the emperor and serving the court. However, this dimwitted ruler made me dig into my heart to write poems to win his wife's heart
Li Bai is a man of honor, and he is a good man, but he is a good man. I am Li Bai, a man of innocence, how could I serve the court in such a way?
In the end, I chanted out loud, "Laugh up to the sky and go out, my generation is not the people of Artemisia. Then I flung my long sleeve and left the palace with a full of anger.
Now, standing aimlessly on the street, I suddenly smelled a long-lost fragrance, which turned out to be the long-awaited fragrance of wine! I walked in excitedly, and when I stumbled back to the hut drunk, it was already night.
I leaned on my bed and looked at the light shining in from the crescent moon. Oh, that was the moon's alms to me, but why didn't it give more? But even that tiny bit still made me feel incredibly warm.
Gently pushed open the window, and saw a frost outside the window. Is it really frost? I rubbed my eyes hard and realized that it was a gentle moonlight, even and bright.
Poking his head out of the window, Jingjing gazed at the unattainable moon, it was beautiful, it was beautiful. It has an innocent heart, how many people have put it gently praise, it is still not proud, not complacent, always stick to their duties, it knows that this is a sacred mission.
Unconsciously, the neck has stiffened. Slowly lowered his head, his mind suddenly reflected the gray hair and once hard to pull my mother, as well as the hometown of the father and mother. At that moment, the heart burst of sour, and vision gradually blurred, reach out and wipe, it was tears ah!
Essay on hometown feelings 11My hometown in Chongqing, I love the countryside there, although I only live there a year dozens of days to live there, it is the most happy thing in a year for me. I love the straightforward people there, and I love the beautiful picture of "small bridges and flowing rivers".
I remember one time, my brother used a few bricks from upstairs to build a "fireplace (in the middle of the small hole to burn)". He put a brick underneath to insulate the fire. Then use two bricks on the bottom of the brick on both sides, look at his two eyes, how eager ah! The two of them were really energetic in putting up the bricks! I, who had nothing better to do, wandered around! The fourth brick is on the back so that the fire doesn't burn out. The fifth brick is on top of the one next to it. ......OK! After they are done, I'm in trouble! I still have to go and carry firewood for them! It's so annoying! Bale hay, hold hay, hold hay, hold hay! It's a lot of work! (It's so annoying.) What a pain in the ass! It's finally burning! Kids like us who grew up playing with fire are of course used to these things! We could cook anything! I'm still remembering this incident.
Another time 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 only I could get a few! So find some tall and thick stick, fantasize it up from the water, sometimes but there will be fish bubbles up, really think there are fish up it! Second brother saw, also help to "fight fish". I have never seen any fish come up. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.
Another time we went to pick wild vegetables, there is a good view! Beautiful pool floating some lotus, really beautiful ah! I also learned to dig wild vegetables, really fun.
Every day here, I have a feeling of attachment. Although each day passes quickly, but I have lived a very satisfied and happy. I love this place, this little bridge and water home.
Essay 12 on hometownI always believe that no matter where a person goes, his hometown is always the place where he is y attached to. I always think back to my own hours of innocence and naivety in the dead of night. Perhaps because the hometown has carried their greatest ideals and the most sincere friendship, perhaps because of their own and hometown has an indissoluble sentiment, so my feelings for the hometown is always unabated. I love my hometown, love Xiyang, love the place where I grew up. No matter where you go, it is difficult to forget your hometown.
In the past, I was studying in the field, from kindergarten to the fourth grade of that time, I was always y attached to my hometown. Whenever that round of bright moon rises, to the earth spit down the ghost of the clear light, that miss the feelings of home will be smeared thick layer. At that time, I always longed to have a pair of white wings, fly ah fly, fly home ...... three "Mengshan smoky rain, dipping water blue, ancient temple garden, flood ponds, stone horse cold clouds, Xiyang flowers and trees, pine peaks snow, Gaolu Qifeng," which a person linger on How can this attraction not make people marvel? "Five-color Danhua Xiyang, and now the red and white is still competing for the fragrance, the fragrance of the Brahma multiplied true fairyland, colorful clouds reflecting above." "Three thousand flowers in the world of the road is vast, the heterogeneous people from Xiyang. Spring into the brocade apartment divided into five colors, the fragrance turned over the sleeve into a line. Their faces are as beautiful as the country's, and their dances are as good as the wind. Who asked Luoyang to boast of its uniqueness, the old pavilions have been deserted." I am afraid that even the immortals will stop to admire the peonies with their heavenly colors. "It is not easy to climb around the dangerous peaks, and ten thousand pines are coiled around the stone edges. The deep rocks are covered with snow for three winters, and the shady gullies are still covered with ice in June.
Cold knot decadent clouds fly not, frozen suspected that the wet is still frozen. The heart is as thirsty as the summer heat, and wants to dissipate the steam through the cold dewy." Pine Peak snow wonders, how can not make me proud of it? The beauty is beautiful! Four" hometown ah, hometown, I love hometown! Hometown mountains beautiful water is also beautiful, hometown ah, hometown, I love the hometown! Can not forget the hometown of the rice fragrance ......"
Essay on hometown 13My hometown - Yangzhou has a long history, there is a thousand years of monuments such as the Daming Temple; Yangzhou is a picturesque, and the Slim West Lake such great The scenery; Yangzhou food is numerous, there are lion's head such a classic cuisine. Today I'd like to introduce you to the food that our great Yangzhou people are proud of.
Lion's head, as Yangzhou people, this dish is our "business card", all the tourists from abroad to Yangzhou to play, how can not taste it?
Lion's head, as if a galaxy in a huge planet, around some vegetables. Brown rich broth, let the tourists mouth watering, can not wait to drink so a mouthful of this soup, whether it is soaked rice or just drink are very delicious and addictive. Then look at the bok choy, a few short sticks, eating oil but not greasy, greasy but not oil, fresh and refreshing, aftertaste, drizzled with marinade, it is a perfect match! It also adds a bit of green to the dish, which is very aesthetically pleasing and a boon for vegetarians.
Finally, the main dish, the lion's head! Why call it "lion's head", I think it is because it is very big, like a lion's head, huge. First look at its shape, with chopsticks slightly touch, directly poked out a small hole, and then see, it is the thick soup, from the hole, such as the spring flowed out, it has been completely absorbed by the soup, to reach the "peak" of the state. A seemingly round sphere, with black pork in the best, the essence of various spices and the chef's exquisite craftsmanship, can only be made out of the delicious. Bite, the soup immediately in the mouth, "fried" open, and the meat is soft with hard, hard with soft, if you taste carefully, you can also taste the sweetness, memorable.
Our family once bought a lion's head, can be said to be the best. Green vegetables, beef, and pork in the hands of the chef changes, became a delicious lion head, ah! Yangzhou, how can you have such a delicious flavor?
Yangzhou, a city that mobilizes my taste buds and nostalgia.
essay on hometown feeling 14Raise your head to look at the moon, head down to think of the hometown ......
The song of the hometown is a faraway flute, always ringing in the night of the moon ......
The hometown, carrying the most most in every person's life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
My hometown is in a small mountain village. There are only three families there. A neighboring family and my family, there is another family, is relatively far away. There is everything here, but what I am most proud of is the large bamboo forest in front of my house. This bamboo forest was planted when my grandfather and I were about the same age, almost 80 years ago, this bamboo forest after 80 years of rain and wind baptism, become tough and indomitable. And with the bamboo that grew in front of my house, it joined together to form a bow-shaped gate, which is especially beautiful in summer. This is the secret base of my childhood.
Unfortunately, since we moved down. Since no one took care of the bamboo forest, it grew wild and lost its former appearance.
In addition to the bamboo forest, my hometown's apple tree apples can be really "one of a kind", the apples are all big head, eat very delicious. In the fall, the apples are not fully ripe, my sister and I can not wait to pick apples. Unfortunately, at that time I was still too small, can not go up the tree to pick apples, only to let my sister to help me pick, my sister also often laugh at me, called me "small".
Similarly, the apple tree, still unattended, lost its former glory. Now I can go to the apple tree, but I can no longer see the sweet and delicious apples.
How I miss the beautiful days of my childhood picking bamboo shoots in the spring, and how I miss the days of my childhood being surrounded by delicious fruit in the fall. How much I want to return to your familiar embrace ah! I'd like to go back to your familiar embrace, my hometown.
essay on hometown 15The sky fell a snow, with a hand to pick up, snowflakes touching the hand that melted, raise their eyes to the sky, gray, the heart can not help but add a few points of despair. Suddenly remembered the sentence "withered vines, old trees, crows. Small bridges, running water, homes. The sun sets in the west, the broken hearted people in the end of the world." This poem to describe my mood at this moment, should be more appropriate.
In the blink of an eye, it's already Spring Festival, and families are busy visiting friends and relatives, and the sound of firecrackers is deafening. Although there are family members with me, but the kind of nostalgia still has not abated. "The song of my hometown is a distant flute, always wanting to sound on the night of the moon. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, as if waving goodbye in the fog. After the parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings, never old."
I often think of the lane in my hometown, which is long and deep. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure I've been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time. And in the summer, young and old in the village cool, I and my sisters with the riddles, running after? It seems that all this is in front of us, but when we look back, it is already a hundred years.
I'm not a Cancer, but I'm a person who always loves to remember the past. Some people say that this is the reality of life is not as good, perhaps because too lonely, but in the eyes of others seem to be very happy, is that I do not know how to meet. They may not understand that when I was a child, although the house I lived in was not the best, but there were my friends, my old acacia tree, and the clear water of the river, and life was full of flavor. When I first came to the city, I seemed to be a small bird locked in an iron cage, wanting to fly, but how can not fly out. As the days went by, my edges were smoothed out, and I began to learn to adapt, because people have to learn to grow up, don't they? Sometimes when I am tired, the shadow of my hometown will always appear in front of my eyes, and then I clench my teeth and regroup.
"No one knows it exists, only my wanderer, on the lonely road, remembering it with a smile from time to time."