1. A 500-word story based on the ancient poem "Returning to Hometown"
1. When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away.
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guest is from. That year, I was sent on a business trip and happened to pass by my hometown, so I wanted to take a look.
My hometown has changed a lot. Not only has the railway been built to the doorstep, but the original dirt road has been replaced by an asphalt road. The two cows at the end of the village have disappeared. However, I saw a big billboard that said "200 meters ahead: Human and cattle breeding ground." I was really shocked, but later I realized it was the "human and" cattle breeding ground.
After all, it has been fifty years. Look at my hair, which is all white and sparse and almost falling out. I thought that when I left my hometown, I was a beautiful young man in the village, but now I have become a bad old man. Let’s not talk about it anymore, it makes me sad while talking about it, I’d better find someone to ask how to get to my original house.
Fortunately, I can still speak the dialect of my hometown very well, otherwise I would have been beaten as if I were a foreigner. "Child, do you know how to get to He Zhizhang's house here?" "Who are you and why are you asking him?" A child in the village gave me a sideways look.
"I am He Zhizhang. I want to come and have a look." "Are you not a liar? He Zhizhang has been an official for a long time. How can he be like you? That's bullshit. You!" The kid stopped paying attention to me and went to play the game console by himself.
It’s better to call 110. The police sent me to the door of my old house, shook hands with me cordially and said goodbye, and took a group photo with me. I was surprised to find that there was "He Zhizhang's Former Residence" hanging on the door of the old house. Someone charged an entrance fee, which was not reimbursable. I thought about it and didn't go in. Anyway, I was already familiar with the layout inside. This time I could I feel relieved to see how well protected it is.
On the other hand, the water in front of the door is an eyesore. I remember when it rained, I had to walk through this water every time I went out. It made me miserable. Why not now? Filled out? "Comrade, this water bottle is so annoying, why don't you fill it up?" I asked the old guard. "You are from out of town, right? You don't know that a celebrity named He Zhizhang once lived here. The leader said that we should resolutely maintain the original appearance of his former residence. Even the water in front of the door should be exactly the same as before, and let it rise in the spring. The same ripples as they did 50 years ago can appear when the wind blows."
"Foreigners?" The owner of such a well-preserved former residence regards the mountains and the water as strangers. , That person, everything has changed with the changes of time. The only thing that remains unchanged may be the pool of spring waves in front of the door is eternal... 2. I left my hometown when I was young, and I didn’t live until I was in my fifties. When I came back, the dialect in my hometown had not changed, but my temples were already gray. I walked towards the village and saw an old locust tree, ah! This is the small locust tree that my brothers and I planted back then! Little locust tree, little locust tree, I didn’t expect you to grow so big after not seeing me for so many years! Your branches and leaves are still so green and lush, but look at me, with gray hair, I am an old man who is about to die.
I said goodbye to the old locust tree and walked towards the village. As I walked, I saw an ancient well. When I looked into the well, an old man with gray hair immediately appeared on the water. I said to Gujing: "Gujing! Do you still know me? I am He Zhizhang back then! Unexpectedly, after many years, I have grown old and you have abandoned it. Alas!" I then walked towards the village and met A group of lively and lovely children, I went up to them and asked them: "Little girl, which family do you come from?" "Grandpa, I am from the West Village."
"I am from the East Village." Children They rushed to answer.
"Grandpa, where did you come from?" a child asked. "I'm from the West Village, too."
I said. "Grandpa, then why haven't we seen you?" "I left my hometown when I was young. You were not born yet!" "Grandpa, what is your name?" "My name is He Zhizhang. , my brother’s name is He Ping.
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"He Ping is my grandfather! Are you my second grandfather? I heard grandpa say you, go, grandpa, I will take you to find him! "After that, she took me away. 3. In 939 AD, it is said that He Zhizhang left his hometown at a very young age to pursue his career. Decades of time and his own hard work enabled him to have a lot of wealth. .
Now, at the age of 60, he has put aside all his burdens, bid farewell to his wealth and returned to his hometown. In the evening of autumn, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and the gentle breeze dances helplessly among the yellow leaves. A sultry dance.
He Zhizhang, who has white hair on his temples and his local accent has not changed, is walking on the forest path in the countryside. He can't help but feel sad after seeing such a scene for more than sixty years. The little sapling that he planted there has now grown vigorously; Aunt Li’s son must be young after not seeing him for so many years.
He Zhizhang wandered back and forth in the West Village. A burst of laughter attracted him. Under a big banyan tree, several children were holding hands and playing happily.
"I think I was so big and cute back then. Time has passed. Keep people, in a blink of an eye, I am already so old. "He Zhizhang couldn't help but feel sad when he saw all this.
The children were very curious when they saw this old grandfather. They smiled and asked: "Grandpa, where did you come from? He Zhizhang couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Children, I am also from your West Village, haha, but I left here very early. I was as old as you at that time." "The children's eyes widened in surprise, and one of them, a tough-headed child, interjected: "No wonder we don't know you! "It made everyone laugh.
Another child asked innocently: "Grandpa, what is your name? "He Zhizhang, why do you know me?" He Zhizhang asked with a smile. "I know, I know, I know!" "A child raised his hand and squeezed out of the group. He Zhizhang was confused. How could the child know him after he has been away for so many years? "Come on, grandpa, you have a younger brother named He Ping. Guess who I am? I am his grandson. Grandpa has always said that he is waiting for you. Come with me, grandpa. "
He Zhizhang was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. You must know that he had another reason for returning to his hometown this time, to find his younger brother who was still alive. Later, the brothers He Zhizhang and He Ping were reunited. , celebrate their old age together, and the story has a happy ending.
==. 2. A 400-word essay adapted from the book "Returning to Hometown"
Looking up at the bright moonlight, I was hooked. I miss my hometown deeply. “I wonder if the moon in my hometown is as bright as this? It's time to go back and take a look. "I stroked my beard and muttered to myself.
The next morning I resolutely decided to go back to my hometown to have a look. Sitting in the carriage, I felt like returning home, and I was extremely excited. I left my hometown when I was a teenager. Home, now that I am gray-haired, what will my hometown look like day and night? With full expectations, the bumps on the road have finally become less unbearable.
, after a long journey, the carriage stopped. I walked down quickly, and the clear stream in my hometown came into view from a distance. The sky was still so blue, and the trees were still so green... The endless beauty in front of me evoked memories.
Just as I was immersed in memories, a sweet childish voice floated into my ears: "Old uncle, where are you from? "I took a closer look and saw two children in bright yellow dresses looking at me curiously with their round eyes. I bent down and smiled and said to them in my hometown accent: "I come from a very far away place. , but I used to be from here too! "They touched their little heads in confusion and said in unison: "Are you from us here too? Then why haven't we seen you? "When I heard this, my heart surged and I was very sad. I couldn't help but burst into tears for a while. My dear hometown! I should have come back to see you earlier!
Back to my residence, with longing for me In a sad mood, I wrote a poem called "A Book Returning to My Hometown":
When a young boy left home and his elder brother returned home, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded.
Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.
Putting down the pen, ***'s dry eyes couldn't help but moisten... 3. The short story "Returning to Hometown" requires more than 500 words
Several early orioles compete for warmth. "Tree, whose new swallows peck at the spring mud" On a sunny afternoon, birds flew freely in the sky. He Zhizhang, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, was walking on the road back to his hometown. The winding mountain roads were full of colorful wild flowers. Groups of cattle and sheep grazed leisurely on the grass in the mountains. Seeing such beautiful scenery, He Zhizhang, whose temples turned white, couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Hometown, your beautiful fragrance lingers in my dreams many times, and now I finally go back It’s the place where I was born and raised.” He Zhizhang saw that the few inconspicuous little banyan trees had grown to a height of twenty or thirty meters, with lush branches and leaves, and green trees, standing upright at the head of the village. He stroked the banyan tree affectionately. The thick tree trunk said to itself: "Time is not forgiving. In the blink of an eye, it has been more than fifty years since I left home, and you have grown up too!" "After that, he walked to the ancient well at the end of the village that still looked the same. Looking down, the well water clearly showed his old and unfamiliar figure. He drank a sip of well water and felt that the well water was still sweet and quenching his thirst... ...Suddenly, there was a sound of playing. He Zhizhang looked back and saw that it was a group of children chasing butterflies. He saw the butterflies flying next to He Zhizhang. He Zhizhang suddenly became childlike. He stretched out his left hand and fished it out with his right hand, but the butterfly was not caught. The children who caught up saw a stranger and said, "Grandpa Whitebeard, where are you from and where are you going?" He Zhizhang touched his white beard with one hand and a child's head with the other, and said with a smile: "I am from here!" "Liar! Liar!" So why have we never met you? "Oh, it's a long story. That's because I went out when I was young and came back when I was old. When I left, your father wasn't born yet!" So of course you don’t know me! "No wonder, you can speak the local dialect... He Zhizhang, who was in his eighties, walked into his long-awaited home surrounded by village children. He was full of imagination, inspired by poetry, and wrote a poem: "Return to Home." "Book of Hometown Oddities" When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. 4. Change the book about returning home into a composition, more than 500 words, punctuation is not counted
"The Book about Returning Hometown" (rewritten) When I was 36 years old, I was strong and full of poems.
That year, the emperor selected me from among thousands of people to serve as an official in the capital. Since then, I have been busy with work every day and have no time to go home and reunite with my relatives.
Thirty-nine years later, that is, I am now very old. The emperor saw that I was of no use, that I was a little deaf, that my eyesight was a little blurry, and that I was already 75 years old, so he ordered me to resign and return to my hometown.
The thought of seeing my loved ones soon brings a smile to my wrinkled face. I was sitting in a carriage, admiring the beautiful mountains and rivers of my motherland along the way, and thought to myself: Is my hometown, Shaoxing, still the same as before? I really want to go home right away and taste the tender loofahs and red tomatoes in the garden... In the evening, I must go to the big peach tree to enjoy the coolness, and go fishing in the big, round fish pond... What is the accent of my hometown? There has been no change in ten years, but my hair has turned gray. I don’t know if my wife and family still recognize me because of my stubbornness and stubbornness. After a month of living in the open, I finally rushed back to my hometown.
Ah, my hometown, my home! The thatched hut I built when I was young is still there, the clear fish pond is still there, and the colorful goldfish are still there! I also saw a group of lively and cute children playing in front of my house. Ah, these must be my children and grandchildren, right? Although I have gray hair and a beard, I am now full of children and grandchildren, and I am content. Several children saw me coming and surrounded me curiously. A slightly older and bold little boy raised his head and said to me with a smile: "Grandpa, where are you from and where are you going?" ?" When I heard this, I smiled bitterly and was filled with emotion. I became inspired by poetry and recited a poem: The young man left home and his boss returned, but his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded.