Hometown, hometown, what is hometown, hometown is the place where we were born and raised.
We should love our hometown, the flowers, plants and trees in our hometown. When I think of the spring, summer, fall and winter of my hometown, flowers, plants and trees, I can not help but head tearful and weeping.
My hometown gives me too much: every spring, she will send me full of fragrant fragrance; every summer, she will send me a large green shade; every fall, she will send me a large piece of fruit-filled fruit trees; and every winter, she will send me full of snow. The spring, summer, fall and winter of the year each have their own characteristics, bringing me and my partners different joy, different fun.
We played for a few years, and now it's been six or seven years since then. Every time I see people on the street with big bags of luggage, I can not help but stop and stare at them, the heart will be like a big stone pressured dull, lost, a long time not calm, then I violently ran to the bridge to vent their lost mood, unknowingly tears will be sliding down from my chubby cheeks.
The time is passing, my lost mood is still not calm.
Tears, no longer flowing, but my head as if a lead block general can no longer lift up, the whole person like a general dehydration.
I complained to God, why let me come to this place so far away from home "suffering"? Why don't you let me in my hometown which is full of happiness? Is it my destiny to grow up in such an environment? No, I will return to my hometown with honor. I can change my destiny, anything is possible if I believe in myself! Sometimes my friends say I'm silly: "We'll go back to our hometown someday, so why be so stubborn?" I countered: "My hometown is now a part of my life, and she also visited me when I was born, and took care of me, and raised me into a chubby little kid.
But she never complained about anything, never said, 'You're not my son, *** why did you have to raise you!' . That's why I remember the countryside so well.
Did you not play with your hometown when you were young?" He was speechless by my words and shook his head like an adult and walked away. I also tried to forget the hometown of that memory, but the memory of the hometown like a strong glue generally stick in my mind, let me how hard it is difficult to forget, difficult to erase ...... because of the thoughts of the hometown, wrote a poem of homesickness: memories of the hometown to establish a body in the world in his hometown, the heart of the thoughts of the other side; a ray of gold light on the face, the wink of an eye the whole body is bright.
Although the early sun accompanied by the body, sad sad; heart sadness is difficult to forget, when can I go back to my hometown? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in your own time. Hometown is the place where we were born and raised, is a part of my life, is my third mom, is the place where we return to our roots. We should take care of the plants and trees in our hometown, create a better environment for our **** same home, and add more pillars to our motherland! When can I go back to my hometown?
2. Elementary school fifth grade essay "Memory of hometown" 400 wordsHolding a light umbrella, pulling away from the fine rain of Jiangnan, such as silk, wandering in the hometown of stone bridges and flowing water, so that the mood has become as quiet as the rain and gentle.
When you look down, there is a strand of thought that only comes down from your eyebrows, but goes up to your heart. I and you, in the wheel of fate on the axle peer, by a trace of crimson blood holding.
I have a close relationship with you - the rushing river is your blood, flowing in the spinal cord of the lofty mountains, flowing through my body and mind, nourishing my heart. Can't read you ho - water town, how many sons and daughters are intoxicated by your charming eyes? Boat - clear river jade flute go with the wind, a light boat into the dream.
In the past, there was a river in front of the house. The half round of red sunset with obsessive eyes, staring at this sacred land.
The light water, stretching and rippling, happily ran across the old bridge. The old man, whose forehead is covered with lines, stands at the bridge, gazing at the quiet river, idly pulling the ancient beard.
Memories of the past in a melancholy tune. The children have nothing to do, wandering around - touching mussels, catching shrimp and fish, without a boat is not possible.
We used to go to the river in a group of three or four with a canoe. Suddenly, with a loud bang, we went under the water to play.
But adults are always not allowed, so we can only go secretly. Perhaps because of this, the memory of the boat is still a deep nostalgia for the water town of Jiangnan.
Sunset on the river, from time to time there is a narrow boat, to and from the long river in the town of Jiangnan. The wooden pulp is inserted into the water, gently pulling, splashing a flower, layer after layer of water.
As if the narrow notes of the ancient flute sound, with the harvest and hope of the township friends, with one rhyme after another, busy shuttle in my childhood memories. Can't read you ho! --- Jiangnan's boat.
Rain - black clouds turning ink without covering the mountains, white rain jumping beads mess into the boat. The water town of Jiangnan is not possible without rain.
Look - rain comes one after another with the pace of autumn. It's drifting up, dripping, drenching, misty, pattering.
Open the window, eyes full of one after another white as jade flowers. People are walking slowly under umbrellas in the light of the drizzling rain.
It's natural to love the rain. Whether it is the "wind into the night, silent" spring rain, or "roll the wind suddenly blowing away, look at the lake downstairs water like the sky" of the rain, are penetrating the natural boutique.
And recalled the rain in his hometown - so fine; light as the wind, sweet like wine, wet the earth rich hung hung skin. Listening to the rain is also quite good, that outside the window there are sparse rain drops sycamore, sudden rain hit the lotus leaves; there are often rain slanting sprinkles floating as thin as silk, the rhythm is so crisp, pleasing to the ear.
Listen, the rain fell on the green tile, the sound is soft and resonant, far and near. It seems that countless pearls fall in the jade plate - "ting ting when, clang" ...... But the rain is long, we are also annoyed, yearning for sunny days of the sun, because of the ridge and more mud tangled feet trouble! .
Wine - late will want to snow, more drink a cup of no? The wine of the hometown is the love. How many travelers away from home, through countless life vicissitudes, walked through the endless wandering journey.
The heart of how much ambition is worn out, how much *** buried by the wind and dust of the years. --However, the wine of the hometown is still so bright and fragrant.
Jiangnan wine is more than just a mouthful of sweet, but also with a hint of sadness - Li Bai's "draw a knife to break the water more water, raise a cup to eliminate sadness more sadness"; Xin Qiji's "only under the eyebrow, but on the heart! "Where are you waking up tonight? Yang Liu shore dawn wind and moon"...... without taking between the tears - fell into the cup, a few circles of ripples, and wine mingling. I really can't understand you, Jiangnan wine! I and you, have been inseparable.
Jiangnan wind and rain, countryside love willow clip peach. Wine boat into the realm, there is no way to dispel the sadness .......
3. how to write an essay on homesicknessAutumn is here, the leaves on the trees are withered. The old tree whose roots have clung to the ground for decades is on the verge of being hollowed out. When I think of it, I can't help but think of my hometown.
The crows on the old tree of the withered vine are some unconscious, some chirping and cawing, as if to say, quickly come to the people ah, there is a crow unconscious. But who could hear what they were calling? The water in the creek is very clear, and there are many small fishes swimming around, which really makes people lost in a dream. Whenever the water of the river flows through the front of other people's houses, I know that it is the water that flows to my hometown, and I really hate to follow it. However, if you go back now, then why did you come out before? Thinking of this, tears keep looking down. A person is dumbfounded looking at the water in the creek slowly flow away. The thin horses that come with the wind on the old road, one by one, galloped past. In the evening, the sun is slowly setting from the west, but the broken hearted man is in a place very far away from his hometown. The thought of it made me even more sad, and even the crows and birds felt sorry for him when they found out what had happened. Neither do I. Autumn is here and the leaves on the trees are withering. The old tree whose roots had clung to the ground for decades was on the verge of becoming hollow. When I think of this, I can not help but think of my hometown.
The crows on the old tree of the withered vines are unconscious, some of them are chattering and cawing, as if to say, quickly come to the people ah, there is a crow unconscious. But who could hear what they were calling? The water in the creek is very clear, and there are many small fishes swimming around, which really makes people lost in a dream. Whenever the water of the river flows through the front of other people's houses, I know that it is the water that flows to my hometown, and I really hate to follow it. However, if you go back now, then why did you come out before? Thinking of this, tears keep looking down. A person is dumbfounded looking at the water in the creek slowly flow away. The thin horses that come with the wind on the old road, one by one, galloped by. In the evening, the sun is slowly setting from the west, but the broken hearted man is in a place very far away from his hometown. The thought of this is even more sad, even the crows, birds know what happened for him sad. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, too, and my tears flowed down my face. The ground looked as if it had just rained heavily. The water on the ground was rising.
How much he misses his hometown and relatives!
Autumn came and the leaves on the trees withered. The old tree whose roots have clung to the ground for decades is on the verge of being hollowed out. When I think of it, I can't help but think of my hometown.
The crows on the old tree of the withered vines are unconscious, some of them are chattering and cawing, as if to say, quickly come to the people ah, there is a crow unconscious. But who could hear what they were calling? The water in the creek is very clear, and there are many small fishes swimming around, which really makes people lost in a dream. Whenever the water of the river flows through the front of other people's houses, I know that it is the water that flows to my hometown, and I really hate to follow it. However, if you go back now, then why did you come out before? Thinking of this, tears keep looking down. A person is dumbfounded looking at the water in the creek slowly flow away. The thin horses that come with the wind on the old road, one by one, galloped by. In the evening, the sun is slowly setting from the west, but the broken hearted man is in a place very far away from his hometown. The thought of this is even more sad, even the crows, birds know what happened for him sad. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, too, and my tears flowed down my face. The ground looked as if it had just rained heavily. The water on the ground was rising.
How much he misses his hometown and relatives!
4. How to write an essay with beautiful memories of his hometownEarly in the morning, push open the window, breathing fresh air, look at the leaves on the big trees, there is still a drop of dew on it, by the early morning sunlight, shimmering light, from a distance, like the firefly's lamps are glowing, my heart thought, it can have the best memories; when the breeze blew into my heart, think about it, it can also have the best memories; when I think of it, it can also have the best memories. beautiful memories; when I think of this, I can not help but look up and find the eagle flying freely in the sky, can ever think that it also has the best memories, unconsciously, I use my hand to touch my heart, ask myself can ever have the best memories ......
In the morning, the sky was so beautiful, like the spotless blue crystal, polished bright, as if it can illuminate their own shadows, in the trees withered leaves, but also has long been a piece of the fall, yellow road, occasionally, you can hear the pleasant singing, that will be when I am happy mark, a lonely road, for me is alive and well, because of that day - I will return to my campus. That place will bring back memories, happy horns, thinking, thinking, my face with a heartfelt smile.
Come to the classroom stairway, will turn around, that familiar feeling makes me excited, yes, this is the feeling - happy, learning ...... these kinds of feelings together, let my pace light up.
Into the classroom, see the classroom to and fro people, are familiar with my teachers and classmates, but the most familiar figure, go a long time did not appear, my eyes emerged a trace of doubt, when I was ready to go to ask for an understanding of the pace did not feel so light, walked to the, I came back to the teacher to ask: Mr. Luo to go there, the answer to the time, let my hope! This time the answer, let my hope dashed, into a bubble disappeared in my sight, - Mr. Luo gone! These big words kept running through my head, and all that appeared was your figure. -It is you who helped me, it is you who educated me, it is you who made me learn the real life, I am very thankful to you, however, I didn't think that I would like to say "thank you" but I didn't have the chance to do so, at this moment I realized: I can't use the magnificent language to express my moving, however, in my life, meeting you is the best way to make me feel better, I am very thankful to you. In my life, met you, is to make my life turning point, in my memory can not forget your figure, you will always be my most respected person.
Unconsciously, I returned home, I don't know myself, I was so out of the classroom, back home, I stayed sitting at the writing desk, thinking: you now forget our lovely fifth-grade class of four, and now your mood is not the same as ours? Can't bear to part with us, Mr. Luo, I really, really thank you from the depths of my heart. I can't express my feelings in words, but our fifth grade class will remember you. Thinking, thinking, I cried, tears flowed out ......
Dear Mr. Luo, today, I realized that now, my most beautiful memories are - you helped me, educated me,...... Mr. Luo. Being with you is my most beautiful memory.
5. Composition Competition Third Prize Memories of Hometown Essay by Ding MinlanA winding path paved with stones, near a dense forest, in the distance is slightly less than a vast - fields, further away there are curls of smoke, frolicking children, and as far as the eye can see in that place is covered in green!
Memories of hometown - hometown collodion so far read and never forget. Children in my hometown never seem to feel inadequate for happiness, which is what I envy the most.
In the city, nothing can give me the greatest joy. And in my hometown, a piece of gum paste is the best contraption to make me happy! At that time, I and my buddies took ...... oh no, is pulling! Pulling a shovel that was several times taller than we were, we dug out the authentic gumbo and pulled it back.
Riding on a big rock, which was machined and smooth enough that if the owner of the rock muttered something and came to beat us up, we'd just grab our gumdrops and run away! We had so many ways to play with the mastic. You can pinch them all into the shape of a nest, only the bottom to be thin, I often spit on the bottom of a lot of spit, and then also do not mind the evil heart of the thumb according to the bottom of the slide again, and then slide again ...... Finally, the partners have to show their respective treasures, according to the boulder on the slam, only to hear the "snap! " sound! The bottom of it blew up, and it blew up loudly, the hole is very big! But sometimes ...... if it's not pinched or hand-shaped, it's a big loss - not only is it the dumbest, but it's also going to give away its own gumbo for nothing to the first place ...... I've been almost every time! I've done it almost every time! Now that I think about it, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Remembering home - pond willow tree can be really reminiscent of Maine. In my hometown, there is a pond, which is surrounded by a green *** flow of flowers and trees.
Especially that one big willow tree that still has me in awe of it. The willow tree was against the wall, and although it was tall and growing vigorously, it was very plain and unimpressive.
But I never forgot it with my buddies, and not only that, but my buddies and I have also witnessed a friendship there. After a fight with one of the partners, and then met again, no one ignored anyone.
Don't take that beanbag as dry food! The kids' business is a big deal too! A week later, I went back to my hometown and decided to apologize to my partner. That day, I was unable to find my partners, suddenly saw my partners in the pond next to the big willow tree, I ran over to apologize, the one with me "war" was about to go, I quickly said: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't fight with you to eat sugar! I said, "I shouldn't have fought with you for the candy!" "Cut it out, it's too late! It's too late!" When my partner was about to leave, I said, "Why don't I just climb this willow tree and we'll make up?" "That's fine!" But I do not know how to climb the tree, in the tree rubbing around, although the ridicule sound like thunder, but I insisted on climbing up, it was not easy to climb a little bit, although it is not high, but my friendship with my partner has deepened a lot.
Whenever I think of it, my heart can't wait to see that big willow tree again - how reminiscent of the willow tree and the past! Memories of home - hometown field melons and fruits. In my hometown, in addition to games, gumdrops and broken toys, the only thing that can give us children happiness is the field.
When the corn grows as high as a person, my friends and I have to be "super hide-and-seek" game! We divided into boundaries, and then in the prescribed area, half of the people hide, half of the people to find. But if there are some little fools can not find us, or we are in a hurry, we will move little by little, if we found a family planted sugar cane or something else delicious, we will steal on the Xu Xu, you hold a large, I hold a large, sneak home to enjoy the delicious food in our eyes.
Around the time of the fall equinox, the fields had to be made very fluffy by machine after the corn was harvested. And that's when my buddies and I were going to start playing.
We lined up, one by one, rushed to the soft land, after jumping, and then mark with a tree branch, who jumped far, who is the champion, perhaps you think it is very boring, but at that time, it was the game that made us the most most happy. In winter, snow, wheat covered with a thick quilt, I and my buddies will be in the silver-covered fields, wearing thick clothes, pick up a branch or stick, play war games, who fell, there will not be much pain ...... once again recalled that lovely hometown of childhood, the eyes can not help but moisten! ...... ah! "The moon is the hometown Ming", but perhaps I have been unable to recall in the past in the hometown appeared in that lovely incomparable small moon! My hometown ah, I do not know when I can return to your embrace, I can do, perhaps only - memory of home, memory of home.
6. How to write an essay about your hometownSimple first set a good clue ah, such as the emotional line, time and space line, the fate of the line ...... and then consider the structure, such as the narrative, flashbacks, or flashbacks last on the sentence to figure out the words will not be wrong, and there are how to start and end the model: 1, my hometown My hometown is a small town, where the scenery is beautiful, green, green, green. The scenery there is beautiful, green and shady. In the spring, the branches of the trees drew out tender green branches, grass lazily open their eyes, flowers have bloomed, red, blue, yellow, purple, strange, colorful. Flowers issued a burst of intoxicating aroma, attracting a large group of butterflies, butterflies dancing in the air, the scene can be really beautiful! Summer is here, the leaves are greener, but also to go to the river to touch the fish, that a tree like some warriors in general. Flowers are also more fragrant and attractive. Lotus flowers also bloomed, the lotus leaves are green, lotus flowers are light pink, really beautiful! We children like to go to the lotus pond to pick lotus root to eat, a fish in the water in groups swimming around, once we caught up, "alive and kicking", look at it begging, really poor! In the fall, the geese fly south, a moment in a herringbone, a moment in a zigzag. Farmers in this season Cola, also very busy, because their hard sweat cultivated wheat ripe, they are busy cutting wheat! Winter came, a snowflake from the sky down to the ground, the whole world a white, snowflake is flower-like, white, a pinch in the hand will melt into a crystal small droplets. My hometown is so beautiful, I love my hometown! 2. My hometown Hometown is a garden, with the fragrance of flowers; hometown is a forest, with the coolness of green trees; hometown is a field, with the hope of harvest; hometown is a snowy landscape, with the ice crystals of the shiny. In the past, every family had a small yard full of fruits and vegetables in order not to worry about food. Throughout the year, as long as you can plant something, the yard will be full of, look, a variety of colors mixed and mixed, chaotic. What a crowded, messy yard. Nowadays, families don't grow vegetables so much as flowers. Flowers grow all year round. In spring, moonflowers and roses bloom. In the summer, the flowers are more colorful. In the fall, chrysanthemums blossomed when all the flowers should have faded. In winter, plum blossoms bloom in the snowy weather. All year round, the fragrance continues. Fragrant, garden-like beautiful hometown. In the past, the village was bare and there were no trees. In summer, the adults who chatted outside sat along the wall, and the children hid inside and fanned themselves. It was like a steamer inside the house and a hot pot outside. Now, in front of the house, on both sides of the street, in the village and outside the village, are planted with green trees, although not as dense as the forest, but also green trees. In summer, the adults in the tree under the cool, the children play under the tree. The dense foliage of the trees sends a burst of coolness. It's so cool to be in a forest. Looking back to the past, the fields were full of crops, densely packed with corn, rice, peanuts and so on. At that time, people's planting technology was not very high, although hard work, but the harvest is not very satisfactory. The crops were watered by drops of sweat, as if they were intentionally against people. Now, with the popularization of science and technology, everywhere is green pollution-free crops, the realization of mechanized production, saving time and effort, the farmers' pockets more and more bulging, amateur life is also rich. In the spring, rice such as turquoise sea, rising waves; fall rice drooped head, the earth a golden, it can be said that "spring planting full field are all green, autumn harvest everywhere is gold". Joy ah, the fields are full of harvest home. Looking back, the garbage has a happy place - the street, arbitrary stay in every corner, and sometimes dancing in the wind, and even swimming in the water, let people look at want to hide, really dirty ah. Now, the garbage has its own home - the dump, the streets are clean, paved with concrete roads, became a bright spot. It's a glittering, ice-crystal hometown. My hometown is constantly changing. In my mind, my hometown is like a wonderful girl, the more beautiful, I love my hometown from the heart.
7. Hometown essay how to writeMy hometown is located in xx town, xx county, xx province, is a small township by the mountains, known as the township of fishing and rice, hometown scenic, pleasant scenery, the air is also very fresh, the following, then let me specifically introduce my beautiful hometown it. My hometown is very beautiful all year round. In the spring, the ice melts, everything recovers, the willow tree has just drawn out the buds, look, a group of fish in the river swimming happily, the grass also lifted the heavy quilt, revealing the naughty little head. In summer, groups of children play happily in the river, some swimming, some fishing, and some making sand on the river's edge, listening to the shouts of those children, they are about to shake down the ovaries on the trees. In the fall, the harvest, the farmers uncle all smile, the ground crops and double last year, corn each stick big, full of grain; soybean kernels are very bulging, the bean clip are swollen cracked, rice is even better, a piece of yellow. With its milled rice, cooked rice, we eat heart are very happy, because it is by our own labor for. In winter, everything is covered with a layer of white snow, after some silver molding, a naughty children in the snow snow snowball fights, snowman, throwing snowballs, the joyful shouts, are fast to the tree branches of the snow down. Experienced old man to snow image compared to the wheat quilt, winter, the quilt cover the thicker, the next year, the wheat will grow the better, so there is such a proverb: "winter wheat cover three layers of quilt, the next year zhenzhu with steamed bread to sleep." My hometown is so big and diverse, I need, it can meet me, I love my hometown. My hometown is a place for me to grow up happily, it painted my childhood colorful, so that my childhood no worries, there are endless joy, there are innocent and pure friendship, there are my wonderful memories ---- I love my view! I love my hometown where the scenery is pleasant and the seasons are like spring.
My hometown Hongze in located in the north of Jiangsu, it is beautiful and rich, is a lovely place. My hometown is surrounded by mountains and water. The water is the beautiful Jialing River, which is like a brilliant diamond set in the north of Jiangsu Province. Lake turquoise turquoise, in the sunlight flashes a bit of gold, as if the beautiful broken gold, scattered on the turquoise satin in general. In the wind blowing, the lake rippled sparkling ripples, beautiful. All kinds of boats traveling on the lake, the hometown of the local products to the four corners of the motherland. Night fell, the east shore of the lake lights up, Hongze Lake Bridge lights are also lit up, the lights reflect each other, the lake is full of color, like a beautiful crystal palace. Next to the lake there is a beautiful park, it is the lakeside park. There is a wide square in the park. During the day, tourists stroll in the square, and at night, people dance and sing ...... in the square, which is really lively. The park also has a turquoise green lake, the lake shore is planted with countless weeping willows, long branches fall on the lake, up and down are green, looks very quiet. There is a small island in the lake, the island of green trees, branches and leaves, like an open green umbrella. Under the trees there are stone tables and chairs, people often read newspapers, play chess, talk about the day ......, really leisurely. My hometown is not only beautiful, but also rich. My hometown is rich in high-quality rice and rich aquatic resources, so there is a "fishing and rice township" of the name. My hometown is also very rich in mineral resources, there are Yuanming powder, oil, natural gas and other mineral deposits. Especially the yuanming powder, in the world enjoys a good reputation, so the hometown of yuanming powder source to the field, support the construction of the motherland. The streets of our hometown are neat, wide and flat. All kinds of beautiful cars come and go as if they were shuttles. High-rise buildings rise up along the street, lined up one after another. Supermarkets and shopping malls are full of goods, and people are dazzled by them. I love my hometown, I praise my hometown, I hope that my hometown in the hometown of the people's hard work in the younger and younger, more and more beautiful, become a bright pearl.