Thick country feeling essay 350 words

The lonely lamp is not clear, and the curtains are rolled up to look at the moon and sigh in the air, and the beauty is like a flower on the other side of the clouds.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.

The dream of the soul is not hard to get to the mountains. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the things that I've been thinking about.

Li Bai, "A Long Goodbye"

I have not returned home for a couple of springs, and I have seen cherry blossoms at the jade window.

The book was written in the form of a brocade letter, and it was opened in a way that made people feel sorry for it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

I was so sad when I saw the snow and the sky was full of snow.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to.

The east wind is the east wind, and it blows the clouds to the west for me.

The wind is blowing from the east, and the wind is blowing the clouds to the west.

"Silent Night Thoughts" Li Bai

The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

A clear river with a few low wooden bridges, a few protruding stones accompanied by a few euphonious insects.

Through the hometown traces of the years, there is always some new breath mixed in the mottled memories, precipitated in the silhouette of the past.

Oh, my hometown, is strung with nostalgia on the traces of the past, blurred after it gradually clear up, in the heart of that sunny square land interpretation of the new color, rising moving ...... The sky in my hometown is very blue, less pollution from the city exhaust, and fewer skyscrapers forest.

All of a sudden, the sky is so broad, I seem to clear a lot, even the clouds are not so enchanting showy and colorful, become pure and simple, and that belongs to the sunshine of the wind, there is always a trace of the wind so that it is not easy to detect the sweetness of the wind, if you rest at noon in the wilderness, it's a very pleasant thing, the cool wind blowing you refreshing; sunshine is also the most warm, illuminated by the whole of your body warm and melting, this is the The countryside is a beautiful place.

Even if it is raining, the sky in the hometown will emit a kind of melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody, perhaps listening to the rain at the window is also a good enjoyment.

The water in my hometown is very clear, a unique kind of clear.

The winding river seems to encircle the countryside.

As I recall, I often went fishing with my cousin's uncle by the river, and there were many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, in which small fish and shrimps often hid.

They were so slippery that you couldn't catch them with your hands, so you had to fish with worms.

I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just wouldn't take the bait.

My cousin had long since lost patience and went down to the river to cool off.

I couldn't swim, so I just watched the clear water surround him.

As the sun shed its last rays on the earth, I put away my fishing rod and went back.

I didn't catch a few fish, but I caught back a bucket full of evening sunshine of my hometown.

The canola flowers in my hometown are very beautiful.

After the spring, the canola flowers in the ground are all in bloom, yellow and colorful, a large swath of a large swath of splendor, the whole field is full of not a little space.

The scent that comes to mind is something that can't be expressed in words.

The most like the light wind, those flowers like ripples in the coast of the fine ripples, rolling, jumping, as if the water can not grasp, as if flashing the color of the sun's fine satin, each flower seems to smile at me, I can not resist the temptation, fell in a sea of flowers.

The hometown is very simple.

At home, every loved one's face is full of graciousness, at the dinner table, they give me from time to time to clip the food, ask me what I need, they are less of that kind of polite, but more of a cozy, the relationship between neighbors is also very cordial, you and me, now the city life is the lack of this kind of emotion, perhaps, it is difficult to give up a piece of the countryside.

Now I have not often go back, but the heart is often fluttering with that strong sense of nostalgia.........

The strong feelings of the countryside activity essay

Lift your head to look at the bright moon, head down to think of the hometown. The brewing of thoughts for a long time to the autumn wind, so that the bright moon interpretation of the melody of lovesickness, will look forward to the reunion of the heart to fly to the sky, in a foreign land mottled under the night sky and think of you ----- my hometown.

My hometown ------ Dongyang Green Spring.

Like a small bridge and flowing water home, beautiful environment, simple folk customs.

There are my beloved grandma and grandpa and childhood companions.

In order to study, I came to the city far away from home, and returned home once a week at the most, and I don't know what it's like to be homesick for your home town. Every weekend, I saw my friends go home happily one by one and I was very envious. The only thing you can do is to call your family to ease the silence, or call your friends to chat about your recent situation to prove that you are not a lonely person.

The night is very long, and homesickness is growing, I do not have any trace of sleep, my thoughts will go to chase the ancient brilliant sun of my hometown, tears quietly.

I am homesick.

The moon is priceless, and the mountains are all sentimental.

The road is far away, constantly thinking about each other, although people do not arrive.

Heart to heart, hometown I seem to be separated from you by thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water, but never far away, I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, east of a west one, like a mushroom bush in the mountains, densely packed, natural, pure and simple, lovely.

I miss my grandpa's rattan lattice chair, when I was a child sitting on it to play, the sun shines in my palm, as if everything is in my hands, when I clench my fist, it has long been startled, the feeling of that close to the hand is a beautiful illusion.

Grandpa put it in the yard under the harvest melon rack, make a cup of tea, he sat on it, playing on the side of me looked at Grandpa's demeanor, as a kind of last night's west wind wilting blue trees, alone on the high floor, look off the end of the road of the life of the feelings.

At the end of each semester, it is the time that I long for the most.

Usually the week before the vacation I can not help but emotion.

, this week for me is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year, I was immersed in the happiness of going home, not to mention a good review of homework.

This is also my most annoying point, the idea is always victory over the rationale, every time I pick up the book to review, temporary hold a little bit of Buddha's foot, the kind of happy energy and surged to the heart, the textbook of course, but also thrown aside, to pack the baggage, even if my baggage has been collected by me a lot of times ...... hometown, how many nights I face the west lying in the bed, looking up at the night sky, thoughts grow toward the hometown, think of every star on the hidden a smiling face, let a person look at the eyes, the heart wants to pick.

This afternoon, the second class, our class launched a theme for the "strong feelings of the countryside" activities.

From: History New Knowledge At the end of the class, the language representative wrote five big words on the blackboard - the strong feelings of the countryside.

Next to the words were drawn several balloons and a big red flower.

The event began, only to see the hosts walked up to the podium with a brisk pace, they looked around the whole classroom, natural and generous salute to everyone, and then went into the main event, reported a program and the names of the performers.

First, it was the "ABC" group, and then it was **** and **** reciting poetry together.

Then it was my turn, and my heart was in my throat.

I secretly touched it with my hand, ah! Luckily, the heart was still there, but it was beating several times faster than before.

I was about to go up, but I was afraid that I would be nervous and forget the lyrics, so I took my lyrics book with me.

I sang "Heir to the Dragon" by Zhang Mingmin.

Normally, I would have been very excited to sing this song and I would have sung it very well, but when I went on stage, I got stuck, and I felt like I was singing in a very normal voice, but I got a round of applause.

Next is the class of the Wu Endong, he took a saxophone, drums bang, the face of the red blowing a song "hometown love", the class up and down the excitement of ten thousand, along with the music played the beat, of course, also won a warm applause.

The students asked him to blow one more, and then blow a little more, until he took out his skills before giving up.

The activity came to an end, the teacher asked the students who did not perform a program to recite a poem "hometown".

Ah! I really hope there will be such an activity again.

How to write an essay on strong hometown feeling

My hometown, as I remember it, is very remote, but very beautiful.

A clear river with a few low wooden bridges, a few protruding stones accompanied by a few euphonious insects.

Through the hometown traces of the years, there is always some new breath mixed in the mottled memories, precipitated in the silhouette of the past.

Oh, my hometown, is strung with nostalgia on the traces of the past, blurred after it gradually clear up, in the heart of that sunny square land interpretation of the new color, rising moving ...... hometown of the sky is very blue, less pollution from the exhaust of the city, and fewer high-rise forests.

All of a sudden, the sky is so broad, I seem to clear a lot, even the clouds are not so enchanting showy and colorful, become pure and simple, and that belongs to the sunshine of the wind, there is always a trace of the wind so that people are not easy to detect the sweetness of the wind, if you rest at noon in the wilderness, it's a very pleasant thing, the cool wind blowing you refreshing; sunshine is also the most warm, illuminated by the whole of your body warm and melting, this is the The countryside is a beautiful place.

Even if it is raining, the sky in the hometown will emit a kind of melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody, perhaps listening to the rain at the window is also a good enjoyment.

The water in my hometown is very clear, a unique kind of clear.

The winding river seems to encircle the countryside.

As I recall, I often went fishing with my cousin's uncle by the river, and there were many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, in which small fish and shrimps often hid.

They were so slippery that you couldn't catch them with your hands, so you had to fish with worms.

I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just wouldn't take the bait.

My cousin had long since lost patience and went down to the river to cool off.

I couldn't swim, so I just watched the clear water surround him.

As the sun shed its last rays on the earth, I put away my fishing rod and went back.

I didn't catch a few fish, but I caught back a bucket full of evening sunshine of my hometown.

The canola flowers in my hometown are very beautiful.

After the spring, the canola flowers in the ground are all in bloom, yellow and colorful, a large swath of a large swath of splendor, the whole field is full of not a little space.

The scent that comes to mind is something that can't be expressed in words.

The most like the light wind, those flowers like ripples in the coast of the fine ripples, rolling, jumping, as if the water can not grasp, as if the color of the sun shimmering fine satin, each flower seems to smile at me, I can not resist the temptation to fall in a sea of flowers.

The hometown is very simple.

At home, every loved one's face is full of graciousness, at the dinner table, they give me from time to time to clip the food, ask me what I need, they are less of that kind of polite, but more of a cozy, the relationship between neighbors is also very cordial, you and me, now the city life is the lack of this kind of emotion, perhaps, it is difficult to give up a piece of the countryside.

Now I have not often go back, but the heart is often fluttering with that strong sense of nostalgia ......

My hometown is a green mountain surrounded by green mountains, mountain villages surrounded by green.

Looking up, the azure blue sky, extremely bright, very quiet, very wide, suddenly feel the vision is wide open, relaxed and happy.

In the northwestern sky, a seven-color rainbow appeared, and the blue sky and white clouds reflect each other, which is pleasant and refreshing.

So I can't help but think of the poem "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who holds the colorful practice dancing in the air".

The small house in my hometown is made of bricks and roofed with tiles.

Rows and rows of houses are dotted in the green mountains and waters.

In the distance, the mountain range, winding and circling, like a dragon; a group of birds flying in the distant sky, like a poem floating in the blue blue sky; a hut decorated in the ravine.

The countryside is full of poetry and flavor.

Nearby, in the vast paddy fields, a piece of paddy golden yellow, all bent over.

The jungle next to the field is lush and green, covering up the soil.

A colorful small wildflowers, dotted in the jungle, a wind blowing, the wind mixed with the strong fragrance of small wildflowers, really intoxicating! Warm wind, the fragrance of flowers, ah! The intoxicating hometown scenery.

The warm wind whisks the face and rolls with the strong feelings of the countryside; the birds cry, the swallows murmur, with the soft sounds of the countryside.

This beautiful scenery evokes my thoughts of my hometown .........

The word homesickness is always mentioned, there are always some far away from the overseas travelers to their hometown deep feelings of attachment.

Once the classroom class began, the classroom has many pairs of small hands have raised, suddenly boiled up.

One of the innermost groups of boys brought us a story that was hilarious, but not on the terms of this theme.

My favorite was their group's performance of "The Soul of the Plum Blossom," which they performed vividly and read very crisply.

Shen Mengqi is a lovely warbler, while Wang Shusheng acts as a kindly grandfather.

When Zhang Yan and Chen Yan were halfway through their reading, Wang Shusheng cried in style.

This made us laugh.

But the "little actors" weren't lured out of the theater by our laughter.

I admire them for that.

At the end of the performance, the teacher and we gave them the most sincere gift, that is, a warm applause.

Next, it was Dong Yanyu and their performance of Three Ancient Poems, with Jiang Zhefeng as the messenger in the ancient poem and Chen Yili as the poet.

They did something we didn't expect: it was flavorful and hilarious.

Only the messenger performed with a smile.

"Hahaha" only heard my table laugh in a special way that no one can learn to laugh.

This class team class, I am extraordinarily joyful, because it is it gives me laughter.

I hope that all the future squad lessons will be as interesting as this one.

Nature is the home we rely on, he taught us how to live; called us to understand the meaning of life and the true meaning.

One summer vacation, I stayed at my grandmother's house for a while.

One day, I took the bread that my grandmother bought for me and ate it with great relish, and accidentally dropped the big one on the ground.

After a while, I came back and found a small ant crawling out of the ant hole, circling around the bread as if it wanted to move it away, but the bread was too big for it to move, so it returned to the ant hole.

I thought to myself, "Isn't that what everyone says about ant unity? I just want to go back to my grandmother's house suddenly, found a large group of ants, I immediately understood, the little ant is not to give up, but to go to the rescue, only to see the little ants biting bite, tearing tear, pulling pulling, biting into a small piece of small pieces, moved back to the hole.

Slowly, the bread is only a little bit left, that a group of big ants to the last small piece of bread "siege", not a little bit left to carry back to the hole.

I was thinking, ants are so united, we should be more united! One day I wanted to do an experiment to prove that ants are not united.

I used a group of ants and a row of water droplets to do the experiment, the ants have a piece of bread opposite, the ants slowly close to the water droplets, and suddenly embraced to do a group to fast speed rushed out of the droplets, although some of the deaths, but still got the food.

The ants were strong-willed, spared no effort, united in love, and finally obtained the food, what a valuable spirit!

When I was very young, my parents went to work in the county on the other side of the mountain and sent me to my grandmother's house, which lived on this side of the mountain.

Spring in the small village was lovely and active, and when the warmth of spring replaced the cold of winter, the earth in the fields became loose and soft.

Grandma took me by the hand, strolling along the ridge, smelling the scent of the earth, and melting in the power of nature, a feeling that I could never experience in the city.

At this time, if there are folks passing by, you will hear the kind and gentle call: "Linlin, this is your hometown, you have to see enough, don't go back to the city and forget ah! Yes, this is the hometown where my ancestors lived for generations, and at this moment I am not only enjoying the gifts of nature, but more importantly, I am in the embrace of my hometown to feel the strong feelings of the countryside.

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- Remember a class team activity "Long Tianyu Kuang, cut hometown feeling.

"Today, our class held a theme team meeting called "strong feelings of hometown".

The supporters were ready to shine, but Deng Guiyang stole the show by reciting a poem, don't look at him frowning, but there is a smile in his eyes.

"When ......" a wonderful sound of the piano broke the silence of the teachers, it turned out to be Peng Aining playing guzheng, the sound is melodious and far-reaching, people listen to the intoxicated.

Finally, it's my turn, I opened my calligraphy works, a few beautiful strong big words into everyone's eyes, the students are read up in unison.

"I - love - witch - mountain!" These four words express my love for my hometown.

The program that the students were most looking forward to came, that is, the wind music performance, Liu Hengxiao and Lu Excellence walked up to the podium with their instruments, Liu Hengxiao's alto sax with a low voice, and Lu Excellence's soprano sax with a high voice.

Two different styles of instruments together to blow, the sound of high and low, very beautiful! Finally, we also used the "drumming flowers" play, that is, a person beat the drum, the class took turns to pass the flowers, the drum stops, the words in the hands of who is who performs, this play is very interesting.

For a while, the whole classroom was immersed in joy.

Thick countryside today in language class, we held an activity.

The name is Strong Country Feeling.

The teacher wrote five words on the blackboard, "Strong Country Feeling".

Ham Huan Tong is the main character - the presenter.

The first group took turns reciting a poem about homesickness.

The second group was a poem recitation, and the third group was a reading of Hometown.

The fourth group, that is, our group, in the "backstage" preparation, my heart fluttered, the leader of the group to me, Wu Henbo, Sun Hong see said: "I will say the title and author, and the first line, Wu Henbo second line, Li Tianxin you third line, Sun Hong see fourth line, and finally, we come together to memorize it again. Let's memorize it again together, we must have feelings.

""Well, okay, don't worry, team leader!"" I answered cheerfully.

It was our group's turn to go on stage, we lined up in front of the podium, and the group leader said, "September 9 Remembering Shandong Brothers, Tang, Wang Wei.

Alone in a foreign land.

""Every festive season is twice as important.

""I know from afar where my brother ascends to the heights.

""There are fewer dogwoods to be found.

"After the performance, the class rang a thunderous applause, laughing so much that I could not close my mouth.

I hope that now in the faraway travelers can return to their hometown to see.

How to write an essay on thick hometown feeling

thick hometown feeling once saw this sentence: "lips kissed to the place, is born and raised me; footsteps step on the pain of the place, is my day and night thinking about the place.

"It depicts the hometown.

The hometown is the place where how many wanderers are haunted by their souls, no matter how far away they are from him, they will think about it and dream about him.

Ancient poets think of their hometowns and write poems, modern people use technology.

The scenery of the hometown, the hometown people, the hometown things, even the red dust in the heart of the traveler have a special flavor.

One person, one love, part of the parents, and then part of the lover and children, and finally the most part of the hometown.

Maybe you still have some treasures, but the hometown will always get your love, it is the place where you can not be decomposed, is the place of your origin.

Although the feelings of the countryside is simple and simple, but there is a flavor, the hometown is a good dream room, is the most suitable for the most comfortable cradle of the traveler, is the heart of the people that can not be erased love, can not be erased love, and is the heart of the memory of the people will never forget where.

The countryside, if it is a river, people are the river fish; the countryside, if it is a forest, people are the birds and animals in the forest; the countryside, if it is the sky, people are the clouds and stars in the sky, the sun and the moon is the heart of the countryside.

The countryside is my true and strong accent, is not a word of change in the vernacular; the countryside is the mountain road bends the river, for the mountain side of the dry me watering the strong poetry.

Countryside is my father's old straw hat to protect him from the wind and rain, and my father's work back and forth on the curved path; countryside is my mother's voice in front of the old house, and it's a green cabbage in the vegetable garden.

The feeling of the countryside is the sixth uncle holding a hemp rope and leading the buffalo to the field; the feeling of the countryside is the fifth aunt carrying a long flat burden and picking up the water from the well to the home.

The rice paddies at the head of the village in my hometown still have the charm of autumn.

Folks bent over the field and kissed the golden ears of grain.

I stood at the edge of the fall and thought of the old tree that I used to climb as a child.

The flock of birds on the tree, they watched over the old tree, the birds' voices seeped into the trunk of the tree, and the old trunk was imprinted with the wish I had left behind, which was also my mother's wish, that she wished me a good life.

I stood at the edge of the fall, thinking of the folks returning from the fields.

And so they plowed the land, day by day.

Year in and year out, the sun rises and sets to perform life.

The morning sun is the starting line for their early departure, and the evening sun is the finish line for their late return.

There is a sound that rings in my ears from time to time.

It is the voice of the village daughters-in-law summoning their sons.

Whenever I listen to it, it takes away my heart, like my own mother calling me to work far away from home.

There is a sound that rings in my ears from time to time.

That is the sound of crops breaking through the ground.

Whenever I listen to it, I feel that time is still the same, mountains and rivers are still the same, the sea is still the same, winter, summer, spring and fall.

There is a sound that rings in my ears from time to time.

That's the sound of folks grinding grain.

Whenever I listen to it, it feels so heavy, smoothing out the vicissitudes of the world, grinding away the sorrows of the world.

That sound is eternal.

It is not what the magnificent words constructed, but such as the simplicity of the old straw hat, mixed with the breath of the soil and the art of crops, and food immortality! That sound is timeless.

Its wealth is the surging harvest season that touches you, touches me, touches him.

There are two types of soil born and grown in the soil: one is the crop, the other is the father and mother.

Fathers and mothers love the crops, and they **** survival, the same breath, **** fate.

They can only feel stable when they step on them with bare feet; they can only feel friendly when they plow them with their own hands.

When they are flooded by heavy rain, they will channel the water in time; when they are attacked by drought, they will import the manna instantly.

Love the crops as if they were your own children.

The standing grain, the spreading vines of bitter gourd; the thick banana tree, the spitting lychee tree.

Deeply rooted in a bosom as vast as the earth, they grew up in the scent of the sweat that flowed from the crops.

I remember the mountain crops in the wind and rain after still head high, stubborn as I am fond of crop farmers; I remember the mountain crops generated grains, loaded into the granary, a grain glittering with the light of the crop farmers.

I was thinking: without the crops, there will be no poem for me, and there will be no me

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