Hometown, always so beautiful, let a person as intoxicated, can not be extricated, whether it is a scenic spot, or a small bridge and flowing water home, can leave a person with a most beautiful memories.
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 since 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.
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A poem of deep homesickness, an article full of thoughts touched your heart and mine.
Today, along with the strong feelings of homesickness, we carried out a comprehensive study of classroom activities to show the different feelings of everyone in this activity. The following is what I will introduce.
First of all, a stirring full of deep feelings of recitation, let a person feel the homesickness, this heavenly voice from where it came out? It is like a clear spring, like sweet dew, a ray of warm sunshine ...... haha, this is of course non-Wang Ying, Deng Ruobing and Wen Hanwen. Then, I heard Ding Rui, the host, say passionately, "Next, please invite Mao Hanmin and four other students to perform the textbook drama for us - Plum Blossom Soul." The wonderful performance of the four students made me feel as if a scene appeared in front of my eyes, and also made me feel my grandfather's longing for the motherland in the play, as well as his love for the motherland y imprinted in my heart. Finally, a poem full of homesickness evoked the thoughts of everyone present about their hometown. I was immersed in a strong sense of homesickness, recalling the happy times I spent in my hometown. The event came to an end with a strong sense of homesickness.
Through this activity, I know that people drifting away from their hometowns always have a kind of thick longing for their loved ones have endless attachment ...... no matter where they go, there is a hometown home in their hearts.
A small exercise on hometown feelings Old House Impressions 3"Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away ......" Whenever I hear this song, I think of my hometown.
The river in my hometown is serene and beautiful, crystal clear, transparent as a flawless emerald. It reminds me of Zhu Xi's "Ask the spring where to get clear like this? For there is a source of living water." Early in the morning, the diffuse water mist like a layer of veil, shrouded in the river. Looking downstream, the water and sky, a misty. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun shines obliquely on the surface of the river, sparkling. The cool breeze of the river blowing, so intoxicating, so enlightening.
Hometown of the mountains, towering, trees verdant, such as a vigorous, heroic dashing male soldiers, standing in the land of his hometown. The trees in the mountains are vibrant, green grass, beautiful flowers. All around is full of birdsong and flowers, what a colorful scene. Walking in the forest path, stepping on the green grass on the ground, smelling the fragrant flowers, enjoying the strong and upright pines, inhaling the fresh air in the mountains, who can not bring into the infinite reverie?
Thinking about it, the hot tears of homesickness just so weeping. The twilight look back to those pure and simple figure, as if a group of geese swept across the sky to fly to their home. There is green grass, red flowers, and the little dolls called mom and dad, their smiles as bright as flowers. There were green mountains and blue water and the old tears of the aged parents. There are high roads and low cans, and that childhood `playmates, chasing the sunrise on the East Mountain cattle and sheep, singing and laughing to school.
And, and ...... home, where is home? When can I go home? "Do not ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away ......" a song "Olive Tree" again and again to frame my memories.
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A jump clear river, sandwiched between the two mountains beautiful, the riverbanks inhabited this my folks. I've been living in this quiet, sweet and moist hot land, I feel infinite joy and happiness.
Early in the morning, I got up early, climbed the green-clothed hill, breathing fresh air, into the beauty of nature. After a while, the eastern sea rose dazzling red sun, the light shines on the mountain, the mountain dyed red. The sun gradually rises, quickly illuminated every corner of the hometown, drove away the dewdrops in the flowers sleeping overnight. Everything in the world woke up, and the whole hometown suddenly became active. The mountains, the ridge, everywhere there are early labor figure, sweat sprinkled in the world, over is harvested in the fall season.
Hurriedly, people just sowed the seeds of spring, seems to have not had time to count, lively summer has come.
Although summer is hot, but there are white clouds for me to shield the sun, there are tall banyan trees for me to sprinkle green shade, and lively scenes for me to relieve boredom. Every year at the Dragon Boat Festival, the hometown always forget to hold a "Dragon Boat Race", then there are many old people to watch the race, to see the young men shuttle in the river, they put the youth and vitality of the best show, bring people endless fun.
Autumn wind blew up, hometown to bring me the joy of harvest: winter came, hometown to bring me full of warmth. My hometown is y engraved in the depths of my heart: in the season of disappointment, he brought me solace: in the days of success, he and I *** enjoy the joy.
In the colorful life, hometown is the most beautiful color: in the five flavors of life, hometown is the most fragrant flavor. The most important thing to remember is that it is a beautiful painting.
Beautiful hometown, you gave me life, so that I can walk again in the colorful world: beautiful hometown, you gave me courage, so that I can stand up again in the lost days.
I always believe that no matter where a person goes, his hometown is always the place where he is y attached. I always think back to my childhood 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 period of 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, dip the 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 one not marvel at the sights that make one linger? "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 ravines are still covered with ice in June.
Cold knot decadent clouds fly not, frozen suspected of hanging slippery wet also condensed. 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! I can not forget the hometown of the fragrance of the meal ......"
A small exercise on the hometown of the old house impression 6My 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 a great scenery; Yangzhou cuisine. The great scenery of Yangzhou; Yangzhou has a lot of food, there is a classic cuisine such as lion's head. Today I'd like to introduce you to the food that we 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 green 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 taste the sweetness, people will remember.
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.
All of this is related to 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, suddenly reflected in his mind has gray hair and once painstakingly pulled my old mother, as well as the hometown of all the parents. At that moment, the heart burst of sour, and vision gradually blurred, reach out and wipe, it was tears ah!
A small exercise on hometown feelings Old House Impressions8 The perseverance and bravery of the people of Shaoxing, the purity and kindness of the people, has long been melted into the blood, from generation to generation, from generation to generation.
Shaoxing is a place of great diversity, rich in resources and pleasant scenery, with an ancient history and deep traditional culture, living in the hard-working people, known as the "land of fish and rice". My hometown is located in this beautiful and magical place.
Hometown homes are made of bricks, white walls and tiles, rising from the ground, telling a long history, revealing an ancient flavor. People live by the water, the river willow willows gracefully Yi Yi, the river like water tenderness, never the ferocity of the flood, here only hard labor, and very few natural and man-made disasters.
In his hometown, a family if you have a daughter, you have to bury a bottle of wine in front of the house, to be married to the daughter grows up that day, only to take out to wish good luck. After more than ten years, or even twenty years of storage, Jianhu water brewed rice wine, but did not destroy the original flavor, but more mellow and sweet. "This wine should only be found in heaven, how many times can we taste it on earth?"
Stinky tofu in my hometown is a wonderful snack. The golden stinky tofu, coupled with sweet sauce, smells stinky and tastes fragrant, never eaten! Look at the string of stinky tofu, does not represent the hometown people a heart of gold?
Hometown people work at sunrise and sunset, hard work, a seed of perseverance, courage, simplicity and goodness, accompanied by their sweat, along with their longing, yearning, together with sowing in the land of hope! Hometown of the people is so, with hard-working hands, create said a paragraph and a paragraph of the myth, to create a legend!
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Whenever the bright moon spills the last ray of moonlight on the earth, the sky begins to gradually take off its black clothes, revealing the white jade body, and the morning comes immediately. It was just dawn, even the chickens had not yet crowed! Who is in the woods, with little feet, in the piece of fallen leaves "playing the piano"? Leaving a footprint? Oh. It turns out to be a group of both mischievous and innocent children in the work ah! Running in the countryside on the road, in the rice paddies to catch up, play hide-and-seek, in front of the house behind the creek to catch small shrimp, small rain fish, this is their joy of the game, it can be said that this is the children's natural playground. Unconsciously it is time to go to school again, the children picked up their schoolbags, three steps and two steps, have run to the school hall.
In the middle of the day, the women were carrying fragrant, hot meals in their hands, shouting: "Children, come back quickly, mom gave you stewed chicken!" The children heard the sound, even jumped and jumped, the buttocks ran back home, a butt sitting on the bench, one hand to take the chicken legs, one hand to take the chicken wings, the left bite, the right nibble a bit, the bowl is still full of steaming chicken soup it! This is really a real "little cat" ah! In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset reflected in the children's faces, little red face, they walked from the countryside again.
At this moment, the family fire cooking, rolling white smoke from the chimney out. A family sat happily around, talking and laughing, how lively it was! Night falls, another moonlit and starry night, the villagers have entered the sweet dreamland, the insects, frogs and the crisp sound of the stream painted a beautiful lullaby, I have heard the majestic and powerful marching song and cheerful "Swan Lake", but I am fond of this natural and melodious ditty. The colorful, free and beautiful life in the countryside is so desirable and longing! I love the unique beauty of the countryside, but I love the simple quality of the country people even more.
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The sky drifted over the hometown clouds, it kept calling to me, when the breeze around me gently blowing, there is a voice calling to me, come back to come back to yo. The loud and clear song rings in my ears, stirring up my thoughts, where is my hometown? Where am I going? Oh, I did not leave my hometown, this is the birth of my long my place - Luohe.
For wandering overseas, the hometown is the cloud, for the native of my hometown is the love. There are two rivers here, in the hometown of the confluence, that is, the river and the sand river, together is the sand river, built along the river park scenery, every time you play here, will make me intoxicated in the scenery pleasant, leaving memories of growth.
Every spring when the flowers bloom, my parents and I will fly kites on the lawn, I watched the kite in the spring wind slowly floating to the sky, in the sky and constantly changing their position, no matter how the kite changes, but the line is always in the hands of the tightly clenched. Think about growing up, I have laughter and tears, when I do not want to write homework is, in the face of my father's stern gaze and mother's reproach, to this boredom I will seriously finish the homework; when I make progress, mom and dad are always sent to praise the words. I am like a kite in the sky, want to fly higher, but my heart is always clutched in the mom and dad there, no matter how high I fly, the line will always be in the hometown, the line cohesion of my nostalgia nostalgia and nostalgia.
Gradually growing up, the joy of childhood with the flow of water to go, become my permanent memories. But when I am bored, I can always think of the kite flying in the sky of my childhood. Perhaps, the kite carries the most beautiful dreams of my childhood, and my hometown of the most beautiful love, no matter where I go, my heart has a kite, that is, my hometown.
Early in the morning, standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the corn that has been harvested, the endless fields are covered with yellow shirts, a breeze blew by, the corn waved its long sleeves dancing in the fields. The grass offers its sweetness, the flowers offer its fragrance, alone in the field walk, is a leisurely thing.
The sky in my hometown is blue, less pollution from factories and less exhaust from cars. Even the clouds in the sky are so white, even the air is filled with the fragrance of dust. Lying among the green trees, listening to the birds' chirping and smelling the fragrance of flowers and grasses, it is more than pleasant.
The people in my hometown are harmonious, every evening, families will sit with their rice bowls on the bare boulders, and neighbors talk and laugh. Whenever the village people have trouble or need help, the village does not say that men and women of all ages, that also half of the people to help resolve conflicts or annoyance, and sometimes give a certain amount of help.
People like trees have roots, that root is our hometown, no matter how the hometown how to change, how to change, we will not forget to give birth to us to raise our piece of native soil.
Rows and rows of low and simple old houses with white walls and black tiles, new, high up the eaves in the blue sky to draw a beautiful arc, such as ink paintings, fresh and elegant. In the middle of the old house stands a small two-story building, the old doors and windows set in a strong brush white walls, hard-working spiders weaving a beautiful dream on the window, this is our long time no one lives in the old house.
The side of the old house is a new repair of the wide road along the river, the left side of the road, an old arch bridge, across the narrow, such as the green ribbon of the fast boat on the river, I like to work with my partners in the slate bridge back and forth, the old slate sings softly and lowly, as if a kind old man, in response to the laughter and our voices. On the other side of the road on the brand-new river fence, the sun a few beds of colorful new quilts, far away from a vacant lot standing a few upright green trees, trees under a row of fitness equipment in a row, we ran from the bridge, scrambling to play on the swings, in the single-double-bar cartwheels, teeter-tottering board also left our cheerful figure ......
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Once again back to my hometown, I was not the year that the uninformed little child.
Walking on the path that I used to walk, I saw a bridge in the middle of the river, nestled in the middle of the river, and now it's time for school to end, and many students are carrying their backpacks, and can't wait to get back to their own homes to eat their mom's handmade fragrant meals.
Looking at these young students, I couldn't help but have a thought that came to me: if I could go back in time, it would be so nice.
The vehicle is a very good example of the kind of thing that you can do.
Vehicles were coming and going, and they didn't seem to be doing anything to honor my arrival.
The road is no longer so difficult to walk before, I do not know when paved with concrete road, become flat, wide.
I remember going up this path, there would be a triangular gazebo. Usually people summer, will gather here to play chess. Ride the cool. But now the living conditions are much better than before, but also the pavilion demolished, built a high-rise building.
Looking at the front door, my heart some melancholy, tears have long been wet with my clothes.
The flowers and plants in the courtyard have not been taken care of for more than ten years, and I thought they would not be able to withstand the storm, but the result is that they are shining in the sun unusually spiritual.
Touching the stone table under the tree, the mind slowly floats back, once the family laughed and laughed, sat around the table to eat together, humming a little song, playing games, playing and playing, and gradually had this New Year's atmosphere.
Now recall, tears have long been unable to restrain down.
I miss my hometown, and I want to go back to the scene.
Thinking about it, I don't know what to say now. Wiping tears, sitting on the stone table, a long time can not calm down their hearts.
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Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of the hometown ......
The song of the hometown is a faraway flute, always ringing on the night of the moon ......
The hometown, carrying the most beautiful memories of each 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 a 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 grows in front of my house, it is connected together, forming 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 return to your familiar embrace, my hometown.