On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects. There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes.
Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear. In the sunshine square in my heart, new colors are interpreted and moving ... the sky in my hometown is blue, the exhaust pollution in the city is less, and there are few high-rise forests. Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery.
Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity.
The winding river seems to surround the countryside. In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them.
They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms. I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite.
My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off. I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him.
The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back. I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.
The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful. After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps.
Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face. I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.
People in my hometown are very simple. At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.
I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia.
2. Write a composition about "homesickness". Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home.
Give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunited heart fly to the sky, and think of you-my hometown-in the mottled night sky of a foreign land.
My hometown-Oriental Green Spring. Such as bridges and flowing water, beautiful environment and simple folk customs. There are my beloved grandma, grandpa and childhood friends.
In order to study, I came to a city far away from home and went home at most once a week. I don't know what it's like to be homesick. I envy seeing my friends go home happily every weekend. Weekends are empty and lifeless. In the lonely light at night, no one can talk. The only thing I can do is to call my family to relieve loneliness, or call my friends to talk about the recent situation and prove that I am not a lonely person. The night is long and the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger. I am not sleepy at all. My thoughts will chase the bright sun in my hometown, and my tears will flow away quietly. I am homesick.
The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here. My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely. I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played with the sun shining in my palm, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared, and the feeling of being close to my hand was a beautiful illusion. Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world.
At the end of each semester, it is the time I look forward to most. Usually a week before the holiday, I can't resist my feelings. This week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the joy of going home, not to mention reviewing my lessons. This is also my most boring point. My mind always trumps my ambition. Every time I pick up a book and review it well, I feel happy when I cram for it temporarily. Of course, my textbooks are also thrown aside to pack my luggage, even though my luggage has been collected many times. ...
Hometown, how many nights I lie in bed facing the west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that every star hides a smiling face, which makes people want to wear it.
3. Write a composition on homesickness. A year will soon pass. Looking back on the bits and pieces of previous years, there are too many feelings. I have been working hard for my dream in a foreign land. The New Year is getting closer and closer to homesickness. I don't know when it is raining outside the window. The midnight wind knocked on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled up like a soaked seed for no reason. Think about a few years ago, when I came to this strange city alone, I thought I was used to the day of eight to five. In the days of flowing water, everything in my hometown has drifted away. When I look back, I find that the dust is sealed in my heart and the fragrance is overflowing. I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. I used to be addicted to the frustration of life. However, my hometown's mountains and rivers, simple family and unchanging posture, my soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qianshan, eating the jiaozi made by my mother herself. Emotions and sorrows can be gathered into a thick book. Only you can understand the meaning of every word, page and punctuation. In the face of fierce competition, even if you work hard or have succeeded, you will face the ups and downs of life. Even if you are in deep trouble, don't be discouraged, but face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don't treat life in a different place as suffering, and don't treat experience as wandering. We should regard it as an experience in the journey of life. The stage of life is very big, depending on how to perform. To understand the distance between theory and practice, you must always keep learning to understand it, whether it is for fun or to kill time. As long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's drinks and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe in yourself. Unconsciously, such a dull life is equally meaningful. It's almost dawn. I am always the best, because I have a dream, because I have been preparing for miracles. In a blink of an eye, a year is about to pass. Looking back on the past few years, I have been working hard for my dreams in a foreign land. I am homesick and want to spend the New Year. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window. The midnight wind knocked on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled up like a soaked seed for no reason. Think about a few years ago, when I came to this strange city alone, I thought I was used to the day of eight to five. In the days of flowing water, everything in my hometown has drifted away. When I look back, I find that the dust is sealed in my heart and the fragrance is overflowing. I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. I used to be addicted to the frustration of life. However, my hometown's mountains and rivers, simple family and unchanging posture, my soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qianshan, eating the jiaozi made by my mother herself. Emotions and sorrows can be gathered into a thick book. Only you can understand the meaning of every word, page and punctuation. In the face of fierce competition, even if you work hard or have succeeded, you will face the ups and downs of life. Even if you are in deep trouble, don't be discouraged, but face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don't treat life in a different place as suffering, and don't treat experience as wandering. We should regard it as an experience in the journey of life. The stage of life is very big, depending on how to perform. Let yourself understand the distance between theory and practice, whether it is entertainment or killing time, you must always keep learning to realize it. As long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's wine and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe in yourself, such a dull life is equally meaningful. It's almost dawn before you know it.
4. Write an article about homesickness.
In a blink of an eye, a year is about to pass. Looking back on the past years, I have too many feelings. I have been working hard for my dream in a foreign land. The new year is approaching, and homesickness is getting stronger. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window; The midnight wind knocked on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled up like a soaked seed for no reason.
Think about it a few years ago, when I came to this strange city alone, I thought I was used to the day of eight to five. In the days of disappointment, everything in my hometown has drifted away. Looking back suddenly, I found that the fragrance was sealed in my heart. I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the spiritual rope is always tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown.
Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. I used to be addicted to the frustration of life. But the mountains and rivers in my hometown, simple family and unchanging posture, and my soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qianshan, eating the jiaozi made by my mother herself. That kind of feeling is so practical.
The ups and downs of life, joys and sorrows, dribs and drabs can all be gathered into a thick book, and the meaning of every word, page and punctuation can only be understood by oneself. In the face of fierce competition, even if you work hard or have succeeded, you will face difficulties in life. Even if it is a deep dilemma, don't be discouraged, but face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don't treat life in a foreign country as suffering, and don't treat experience as wandering. We should regard it as an experience in the journey of life.
The stage of life is very big, depending on how you behave. Let yourself know the distance between theory and practice, whether for recreation or to kill time, you must always keep learning to realize it. As long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's wine and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe in yourself, such a dull life is equally meaningful.
It's almost dawn before you know it.
Life is beautiful because of dreams, and I will always be the best, because I have been preparing for miracles.
In a blink of an eye, a year is about to pass. Looking back on the past years, I have too many feelings. I have been working hard for my dream in a foreign land. The new year is approaching, and homesickness is getting stronger. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window; The midnight wind knocked on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled up like a soaked seed for no reason.
Think about it a few years ago, when I came to this strange city alone, I thought I was used to the day of eight to five. In the days of disappointment, everything in my hometown has drifted away. Looking back suddenly, I found that the fragrance was sealed in my heart. I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the spiritual rope is always tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown.
Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. I used to be addicted to the frustration of life. But the mountains and rivers in my hometown, simple family and unchanging posture, and my soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qianshan, eating the jiaozi made by my mother herself. That kind of feeling is so practical.
The ups and downs of life, joys and sorrows, dribs and drabs can all be gathered into a thick book, and the meaning of every word, page and punctuation can only be understood by oneself. In the face of fierce competition, even if you work hard or have succeeded, you will face difficulties in life. Even if it is a deep dilemma, don't be discouraged, but face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don't treat life in a foreign country as suffering, and don't treat experience as wandering. We should regard it as an experience in the journey of life.
The stage of life is very big, depending on how you behave. Let yourself know the distance between theory and practice, whether for recreation or to kill time, you must always keep learning to realize it. As long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's wine and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe in yourself, such a dull life is equally meaningful.
It's almost dawn before you know it.
Life is beautiful because of dreams, and I will always be the best, because I have been preparing for miracles.
5. The composition about nostalgia is coming in autumn.
The hot summer passed and the cool autumn came. In the cool autumn wind, although there are not so many beautiful flowers and green trees and grass in autumn, autumn is also beautiful, with its own characteristics and scenery.
Bamboo leaves are yellow and Liu Yeer is green. This is a good time to welcome autumn. Although most of the flowers and trees in autumn have withered, as long as you look closely, you will find beautiful autumn chrysanthemums, which are colorful and changeable. Look at those slender petals. They are really likable. Chrysanthemum stems are very straight, especially with the style of Gu Song. Close to the chrysanthemums, suddenly, a fragrance came to my face ... These autumn chrysanthemums competed for each other, and the leafy trees gradually took off their green clothes and put on yellow clothes. A cool breeze blew, and the leaves rustled and fell. Flowers began to wither in the autumn wind. Only Wan Nianhong is still so red, and chrysanthemums that are not afraid of the cold are in full bloom, with red, yellow and white, which are extremely bright.
The sky is very high and blue in autumn. Pangu seems to be still supporting heaven and earth, as if a painter had painted blue paint in the sky. The air in autumn is especially fresh. In the morning, I walked on the way to school, took a breath of fresh air, and my mind was very clear. Not to mention the fields in autumn. The paddy field is golden yellow, which looks like a golden carpet from a distance. The rice grains are so full that the stalks are bent. Look at the fiery red sorghum. From a distance, it looks like a group of little girls in red hats, dancing there with a breeze. Look at the persimmon, fiery red, like a red lantern, and like the smiling faces of children. When you peel off a thin layer of persimmon skin, fresh pulp will be exposed. You taste it, it is as sweet as honey.
Is this autumn? Perhaps this is the truest appearance of autumn! Autumn symbolizes maturity and prosperity, means joy and happiness, and brings delicious fruits to people. It seems different from what I expected. There are no declining scenery, and some are full of vitality. I finally found autumn. Autumn is coming!
Nostalgic autumn hee hee
6. Taking "homesickness" as the topic, writing a composition "homesickness" is the eternal theme of literature. No matter what the homesick wanderer says, "Water is my hometown, and the moonlight at home is so bright!" Homesickness is the attachment of people living in other places to their hometown. My hometown is a glass of wine, which makes me intoxicated all my life. Whenever I think of my hometown, dragonflies will always fly by in the dusk of my memory, and the smoke from cooking will turn into yellow ribbons in my dreams. Like a soft piece of music, my homesickness has become so poetic with the murmur of the stream flowing in my heart. Maybe it's because I've been away from home for too long. Walking deep in the ancient streets and alleys of my hometown, playful children regard me as a tourist, but I am familiar with everything here and spent a happy childhood in the depths of the alleys. Nobody calls my name and nobody talks to me, so I feel at home. That kind of excitement will disturb the wandering fish in my heart. This is a small fish that swims comfortably in the streets and alleys of his hometown. This fish likes the liveliness and tranquility of my hometown. Roaming, I feel that my hometown is like a wide and cool river, which will make countless touching ripples in my heart. Whenever and wherever, the long homesickness always makes me feel relaxed and warm, because my hometown will extend her warm hand to me. Homesickness is like wine, quietly brewing in a sealed porcelain jar; Homesickness is like a cup of coffee without sugar, which has a deep bitterness; Homesickness is like mountain toffee, and the faint sweetness is endless fragrance, which is a kind of caring miss.
7. My hometown is in a beautiful small village in the town. Although there is no grandeur of Mount Tai or maple leaves of Xiangshan, she has a beautiful scenery that people yearn for.
From the county seat to my hometown is an asphalt road, and both sides of the road are densely covered with colorful small wildflowers, emitting charming fragrance. Behind the small wild flowers, there is a dense pine forest. The pine trees in the pine forest are flourishing and evergreen all year round.
Next to the pine forest is a golden rice field. When the rice is ripe, it hangs its head heavily. The autumn wind blows slowly, and the rice turns up layers of waves. The rice field suddenly turned into a golden ocean, which was very beautiful. In the orchard, pears full of branches and trees will make people drool at a glance in Huang Chengcheng; Grapes are rich in water and alcohol. It is on many shelves. Pick one and put it at the bottom. This is sour and My Sweetie's.
A winding river runs across the field like a milky white belt. There is a small bridge over the river. Looking down from the bridge, the river is crystal clear and the sand at the bottom of the river is clearly visible. The water in the river keeps flowing, and the sound of running water seems to be playing a beautiful symphony, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
There are dense bamboo forests around this small village. Bamboo leaves are oval, thin and long. The green leaves are so fresh and tender. Misty water sprinkled on bamboo leaves became rolling pearls. Bamboo leaves are green and dripping, like handfuls of jade swords. A wisp of breeze blows, the air here becomes more fresh and fragrant, and the bamboo forest makes a rustling sound, like a girl's crooning, which is very beautiful.
My hometown is really beautiful, I love my hometown! When I first set foot on the field road in my hometown, I was greeted by lovely flowers and grass dancing their steps in the field. A ray of warm sunshine shines on them, dazzling, and then I smell waves of flowers with a simple earthy atmosphere, which makes people full of energy. Walking along the country road, there is a beautiful clear pond.
I sat on a big stone bench, admiring the charming landscape painting in front of me. Behind the big pond are towering peaks. They are like guardians of their hometown, standing in their hometown with their heads held high.
Look, how brave! There are old and strong banyan grandfathers around the big pond; There is a tall and mighty pine tree uncle; There are gorgeous and gentle Bauhinia aunts; There is also a petite and lovely sister jasmine ... so many kinds of trees and flowers make up a harmonious family. The big pond is my favorite scenery.
Leaves and petals falling from big trees float on the clear water, adding a lot of color to the big pond. And there are all kinds of fish raised by farmers swimming around in the clear and bright water. They swim, play and dance in the water with sweet smiles on their faces. Seeing this beautiful scenery, everyone's troubles will disappear.
Everything in my hometown is so simple and natural. I love my hometown! I was moved by the simple beauty of my hometown.
8. Choose a poem about homesickness and write an appreciation essay. You can write any poem you want, but the full text of the poem "Homesickness" about Beijing Normal University. My homesickness is that I am holding a kite. The farther I leave my hometown, the more I miss it. My homesickness is the wine treasured in my heart, which is more mellow when I leave my hometown. My homesickness is hidden among the stars in the sky and shines one by one in the dead of night ... My homesickness is full moon after full moon. My homesickness is a row of sailboats; My homesickness is a continuous sea; My homesickness is the distant shore. My hometown is a magnet. My hometown is a placenta. My homesickness is a child's expectation for milk. This is an unrequited anxiety. Is an unshakable yearning and attachment! Comment on the poem The poem is beautiful in artistic conception, easy to understand and profound in feelings, and the author describes homesickness appropriately. The first section: the relationship between hometown, wanderer and homesickness is like the line between kites and kites, which does not change with space; The second section: compare homesickness to precious wine, which does not change with time; The third section: compare homesickness to stars, which will not change because of busyness; Section four: express homesickness from time to time with the moon, sailboats, sea water and scenery on the shore; Section 5: My mother is a metaphor of my hometown, which expresses my sense of belonging to my hometown. Homesickness has always been a topic that poets talk about. In particular, the overseas Chinese who went abroad in modern times added a little novelty to homesickness, which included both heroic ambition to shine on China and sadness to leave their hometown. The author of this poem combines his experience of studying abroad, and the poet's homesickness shows his deep feelings for his hometown through euphemism, metaphor and parallelism.
9. The composition details of Homesickness describe the hometown in memory, which is far away but beautiful. On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects. There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes. Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear, and new colors are deduced in the sunshine square in my heart, rising and moving. ...
The sky in my hometown is blue, there is little exhaust pollution in the city and there are few high-rise forests. Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery. Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment
The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity. The winding river seems to surround the countryside. In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them. They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms. I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite. My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off. I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him. The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back. I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.
The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful. After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps. Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face. I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.
People in my hometown are very simple. At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.
I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia. ...
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