1 "Listen, the flowing water, look, the beautiful Shali River. This is my hometown-Luohe, an unforgettable place, ordinary and extraordinary.
spring
A spring thunder exploded, and the spring rain fell quietly, moistening things silently. After the spring rain, countless buds on the riverbank bloom one after another, and when you look around, they are colorful-red like fire, pink like chardonnay, and white like snow. Take a deep breath, the air is filled with intoxicating fragrance. I have a kite in my hand, waiting for the wind to come. I only felt a spring breeze, the kite in my hand flew smoothly, and then I began to run tirelessly along the river bank. I secretly competed with my friends to see whose kite flew higher, so we ran and ran into Xia Zhang.
summer
In summer, the earth is covered with new green clothes. Frogs and cicadas race against time to practice singing. On the banks of the willows, adults shook their cattail fans in the shade and talked about their families. However, my friends and I can't be idle for a moment. We ran to the river, took off our shoes and socks, walked barefoot, found a shallow place, picked up the prepared small fishing net and searched quietly. I was quick-sighted and caught a small fish and some shrimps as soon as I went into battle. I watched shrimp jumping around in the net, secretly pleased, and wanted to show off in front of my friends. Unexpectedly, I slipped and plopped into the water, and the fish and shrimp in the net disappeared, causing people around me to laugh.
In the evening, I often enjoy the cool with my family on the beach grass. I lay comfortably on the mat, listening to the story told by my elders, looking up at the stars, trying to find the star of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Looking at it, suddenly, it seems that some stars flew down to us, crossed the grass, turned into fireflies and flew into the music of autumn.
autumn
Autumn, the harvest season, there are unique scenery on both sides of the sand. On the bank of the river, persimmons are red, like red lanterns, small and exquisite, making people hang three feet. On the banks of the river, maple leaves are red, and maple trees are like torches held high, dyeing the sky red. Ginkgo biloba leaves fell, one by one, dancing like butterflies, fell to the ground, covered with a thick carpet, and made a sound of "sand, sand, sand" when walking. At this time, my parents and I often come here for a walk in the Woods and listen to this wonderful sound. It is also interesting to bend down occasionally, pick up a leaf, appreciate the beautiful lines on the leaf, and sometimes take the leaf home as a bookmark. We entered the rhythm of winter.
winter
Some people think winter is boring, but I think winter is beautiful and often surprises people. I woke up, and through the window, I suddenly found that "it's like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." I dressed in a hurry and asked my partner to play with me. The cold weather can't stop our fiery enthusiasm at all. Tired of playing, I sat on the ground and enjoyed this fantastic world of ice and snow. The sky is white, the earth is white, and there seems to be no international line between heaven and earth, just like being in a fairy tale. We are often immersed in this beautiful world.
I quietly leaned against the window and looked at this lovely city. She nurtured my childhood, and she is my lifelong attachment-the memory of my childhood and the source of happiness.
My hometown, Luohe, is ordinary and extraordinary. "
Homesickness Excellent Composition 2 "After a long drought, people meet in other places." This is a perfect interpretation of nostalgia! For some people, nostalgia may be a business trip, seeing delicious snacks and reminding them of their hometown; Homesickness may be a cup of fragrant tea in my hometown, so you can sip it outside and ignite good feelings; For me, deep nostalgia is the help of a fellow elder sister in the carriage.
I still remember last summer vacation, I wanted to visit my aunt's house in Beijing. Because my parents couldn't accompany me, I bought an air-conditioned train ticket to Beijing and arranged for my aunt to meet me at the station.
I cheerfully selected all kinds of snacks, only brought a few skirts, and embarked on a journey. It's unbearable hot in dog days, and I can't wait to get into the carriage, and there is a rare cool wind in summer, which is very comfortable. There is a lot of noise in the carriage and the seats are dense. There is a neat cloth cover on it, and the air conditioning port is arranged above the seat, which is neat and orderly. I found my place and sat down. With the rapid development of high-speed rail, I feel that the air conditioner in the carriage is getting more and more crowded. My scalp is numb and my nose is running. I hugged my shoulders tightly and covered my knees with a small handkerchief. I really regret not bringing more clothes.
At noon, the train stopped slowly, several passengers got up and got off, and a dozen people squeezed in from the train door. One of them is the elder sister, who looks eighteen or nineteen, of medium build, wearing a pink pleated skirt, a light red coat on her arm and carrying a fashionable suitcase. Hair like a waterfall, white face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, red lips and white teeth. At this moment, I was walking to the seat next to me.
She sat next to me and took out a box of instant noodles and soaked them in boiling water. She saw me eating instant noodles with a bag of snacks and asked with concern, "Little friend, why don't you eat at noon?" Is there no appetite? "I scoffed and habitually replied," Well! "My elder sister may be familiar with my accent, so she asked me where I came from-my elder sister is also a virtuous person! Listening to the strong local accent, she smiled and said, "You must have caught a cold. Let me heat some porridge for you! " "After that, I put my coat on my body.
I saw her stand up, take out a can of porridge from her pocket, pick up a lunch box and go to the machine that provides boiling water, turn on the switch, take a box of steaming water, carefully dip the porridge can in it, cover it, open the small table board and put the box on the table. A warm current suddenly surged in my heart: when a person is out and helpless, it is the happiest thing to get unexpected help from fellow villagers!
We began to communicate in our hometown dialect. When my sister asked about Dehui's changes in the past two years, I told her: "We recently built a new library there, and held the solve riddles on the lanterns activity on lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first month; A new cultural park has been built, in which there are many statues of great men, which are very beautiful ... "We chatted for a while, and my sister gently lifted the lid of the lunch box and a burst of hot air came out. My sister handed me the porridge and drank the hot porridge. My heart was warmed by this simple nostalgia. ...
Homesickness is a good memory of the chirping birds in the birch forest in my childhood hometown; Homesickness is the warmth of getting help from fellow villagers when going out; Homesickness is a greeting, a smile, an encouragement, but it is a great help to others!
Friendship is a kind of purity, affection is a kind of depth, affection is a kind of thickness, homesickness is a kind of breadth! Let's miss the spring sunshine. ...
My hometown, unlike the Red Army and Shuhe ancient town, has no long historical stories, and there are no monuments and wonders like Chiyan. She is always so unpretentious.
I stayed in my hometown for five or six years. At that time, my hometown was not so prosperous now. At that time, except for the primary school campus, there was only a canteen and a toy store-these were my greatest pleasures when I was a child. Besides, there is a stream in my hometown. Every summer, groups of fish and tadpoles appear in the water and follow the adult fish upstream along the stream. Sometimes, plastic bottles are always full of tadpoles. If you are lucky, you can catch river crabs, and you can catch more than seven miles!
I like the streets and vibrant streams in my hometown. Every time I think of my hometown, those scenes come to my mind and can't be calmed down for a long time.
There is a small village on the hill of my hometown-that is my hometown. There is no rice in my hometown, but there is golden wheat. Whenever the wheat is ripe, the breeze gently blows them, forming waves of wheat waves. I only took part in a harvesting mission once, but I still remember it vividly. Grandparents not only planted some vegetables, but also some cherries, oranges and oranges-but it may be because the soil is not suitable for growing these fruits or management techniques, and the taste is always worse. But when I think that I picked all these fruits myself, I always feel proud and satisfied.
There is an ancient tree in the courtyard of my aunt's house, which is hundreds of years old. It is tall and majestic, but it is much luckier than the old tree that grows on the cliff in my hometown. It lives in the yard to avoid the cold wind on the mountain. In addition, there are regular people who water it regularly. Growing on the cliff is a white pine, hence the name Songya. There are also many pines and cypresses growing around that pine tree, which are much stronger than it in terms of growth position and height. However, whenever I go to a place where I can see the peak, its whiteness is always the most striking. It is as white as snow, pure white and flawless-I always thought it was a water pipe quoted by my hometown for drinking water, and I once wondered: why is this water pipe so thick? The mountain is bitterly cold, and strong winds often blow. I used to wonder: how can it grow on the cliff all the year round without any trees?
Now my hometown, like this pine and cypress, is hardworking and rich. Even the cement road leading to the mountain has a resounding name "Wuzhishan Road". Amusement parks have appeared in this town.
My hometown, she is my mother, in that street, there is my figure chasing and playing; In the stream, I have the pleasure of playing in the water; There is my faint handprint on the sickle of wheat cutting; On the fruit tree, there are fruits of my labor; My hometown, when have I not been thinking about you? When I climb Wudang Mountain, I will think of that pine and cypress tree; When I eat sugar orange, I will think of that kind of sweet but not full orange; When eating Regan Noodles and crayfish, I don't miss the radish soup stewed with smoked lean meat, and I don't miss the soybean milk and tofu made by my grandparents ... No one can forget the taste of my hometown. When it rains, the soil is fragrant and the leaves crackle. The rain stopped, the birds sang softly, the chickens came out for food, and the cows began to move now, calling "Cleisthenes" from time to time ... Everything was so simple and unpretentious.
Ah, my hometown, I will never forget your name-Palm Creek, Fan Shi. And you, now developing and making progress, I must see you more prosperous! I will always remember the oath in my heart-work hard for your prosperity.
Excellent composition of homesickness 4 I learned a homesickness for the Yellow River from Guangweiran in Ode to the Yellow River; Duanmu Hongliang's nostalgia for the land in the Land Oath. I am also looking for nostalgia for my hometown ... walking on a small road in my hometown, with cabbage on both sides. Speaking of cabbage, that's the pride of our Anlu people! Cabbage has a faint fragrance. When the breeze blows, their fragrance flies all over the sky! Pickers who fade in and out when dyeing. They hold the stem of the cabbage with their hands, and when they squeeze it hard, the cabbage will flow out with green juice. Isn't this a natural spice? Some of them saw me coming, bowed their heads shyly and smiled at their corners of their mouths; Others are cocky and want to compete with me. Look, their mouths are dripping with green juice.
Speaking of cabbage, this is the pride of our Anlu people. It's always on the dining table. There are many ways to make cauliflower: copying, stewing and pickling. The most amazing thing is sauerkraut. Put the washed cabbage in salt, seal it for a few days, and you can use it. Cabbage is the specialty of major restaurants: stewed fish head with cabbage, scrambled eggs with cabbage, and fried lean meat with cabbage ... Do you think such a versatile cabbage can not be loved?
Oh, my nostalgia for my hometown is hidden in this cabbage!
We Anlu people also pay special attention to festivals in China. Look, it's not the first month People have begun to buy new year's goods: pickled sausages, braised bacon, fried slippery meat ... adults are as busy as flowers, and our children are not to be outdone. Snacks are shipped home in packs, and toys are carefully selected. We will never get tired of it, but we like it very much. On New Year's Eve, put on new clothes and put up couplets on the door. We Anlu people must have a reunion dinner. Chicken, duck, fish, moldy tofu, and cauliflower, the family is happy and laughing. After dinner, adults drink tea and watch TV in the living room. We set off firecrackers with a particularly low sound downstairs.
On the first day of this year, people began to visit relatives and friends, and everyone had to shout, "Happy New Year!" " At this time, that person must also smile and say hello: "Happy New Year, Happy New Year!" ""This is people's expectation and blessing for the new year.
This atmosphere lasted until the fifteenth day of the first month and the end of the Lantern Festival. People do their jobs and children go to school. Adults go to work Businessmen go to open businesses and farmers go to work.
Oh, my nostalgia for my hometown was originally hidden in my attention to this festival. Of course, we also attach great importance to many festivals.
The mountains and rivers in my hometown are very beautiful. Bai Zhaoshan, in particular, is the hometown of Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Li Bai lived in seclusion here for ten years. It is the Baizhao Mountain in the valley pool that cultivates his spirituality, and it is the beautiful Baizhao landscape that endows him with artistic spirit. Bai Zhaoshan is therefore famous in Hubei. Whenever I don't want to study, I always think of Bai Zhaoshan, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty who once lived in this land. I can't make myself a mediocre hometown resident, but should be a builder of my hometown.
Ah! My homesickness for my hometown was originally hidden in this hundred trillion mountain.
Ah, I finally found my homesickness. It turns out that he hides in every inch of his hometown, and every inch of it hides my deep homesickness! I have a bitter love for him!
Wandering vagrants in the four fields recalled their souls, struggled to swing their numb legs, stroked the flowing clouds with thin fingers, and watched the creeping grass disappear, only to find that everything they thought was familiar had already become a drop in the ocean. The wind in the smoke and dust wilderness, washing away the heroic spirit of youth, began to recall the blue bricks of Yamato and the cool stove of You's.
Wan Li wasted a long time, returned to his hometown and spent time with fellow villagers in the old quadrangle. In the blink of an eye, things changed. Travelers anxiously tied their tattered bags to their shoulders with hemp ropes, hesitating whether to set foot on this seemingly unfamiliar land for a long time and stand in front of the newly-built high-walled building. Their eyes, which have endured years of cold and bitterness, are covered with a layer of gloom that is difficult to clean. They tried their best to look around and found the archway they were familiar with. It seems that the tide gushed from their hearts and washed away Lei Jian's long-standing heart barrier, and a drop of turbid tears slipped from their dried-up corner and returned home.
In the narrow wooden shed in my hometown, dry wood burns day and night in the cool bluestone stove. The crackling sound floats freely in the air with Mars, and dancers are echoing. Sit by the warm fire for a while, close your eyes, and think that the misty mist is gradually rising and rippling among the bacon wrapped in coarse cloth. The deep and lasting fragrance will come from the depths of memory, and it seems that you can still remember the intoxicating taste, so comfortable that even the bones will melt. In this way, the days passed between my fingers day by day, watching the fresh water once squeezed dry bit by bit, and the bacon seemed to lose all its vitality, and instead became like the black face of the old farmer in the mountains after the wind and rain. The black and thin face tightly tied the hard and chewy meat together.
Bacon is like a smoker. The fire burning day and night bakes the hearts of travelers sitting around, and it gathers into a powerful whirlwind in their bony chests. It will strike from the deepest part of the land under your feet, and the sincere warmth will be splashed on their blood vessels and tendons by the pump, and then Ran Ran will lift it up and sigh, as if to spit out the frost accumulated for a lifetime. Waves of sparks seem to stir up the homesickness of bacon and spread to the hearts of every villager in the wind. Take root in their hearts. The so-called homesickness is the two dishes of small and exquisite bacon that are always on the table in my hometown. Mix half lean meat and half fat meat, stir-fry with garlic sprouts, leeks and prepared sesame oil. It's bright on the edge of the plate. That kind of taste, spare no effort to reveal its own fragrance on the tip of the tongue, full of delicious taste buds, stubbornly leave that unforgettable taste on the lips, lingering on the tip of the tongue for a long time.
Finally, the group of travelers put their hair together again, and their heavy and shining eyes sparkled in the sun. The morning light is slightly tipsy, and it is difficult to return to the scene. They finally put on Ma Xie again, packed their bags, and wandered around in Baishan, black water, misty rain, yellow dust and a vast new field. They traveled all over the country and traveled long distances. As the old saying goes, a wise man enjoys water, while a benevolent man enjoys water.
There is no word "hometown" between mountains and rivers, but there is a saying: the wind comes from the heart. I think it is mellow.
Everyone has his own hometown, or flowing water; Or plumes of smoke; There are still green grass everywhere, mountains and rivers are full of flowers ... although different, each has its own beauty. These unique hometown scenes are so profound in our minds, interwoven in the warp and weft of the years, and become everyone's unique homesickness.
My hometown is in a quiet town. Spring has come and the weather is getting warmer. Mossy roof tiles began to drip with melted snow. The glittering and translucent snowflake dripped from the eaves, meandered down the red brick wall, and "snapped" on a bud that had just been drilled from the soil. It is delicate and delicate, and its buds hold their heads up as if to show its tenacity and beauty. You see, when the sun rose that morning, the village was quiet. When you look around, plumes of smoke are rising from the chimneys of every household. At this time, the hometown is full of vitality in tranquility, and the tranquility exudes the breath of home.
The long-awaited summer vacation has finally arrived, and the long-awaited "trip to Tanaka" has arrived as scheduled. I remember when I was a child, during the summer vacation, my family went back to their hometown. There is a quiet stone path on the edge of my hometown, and at the end of the road, it is a fresh and pleasant pastoral scenery. At this time, I always go to the fields with my brother to catch snails and loaches. There are gurgling streams between the ridges, criss-crossing, nourishing the land under your feet and everything it carries. My brother always stays quietly by the clear stream. Soon, a loach passed by and quickly reached out. Although loach is not easy to catch, my brother always likes it. Walking on the ridge is also extremely interesting. The ridge is always very narrow, and if you are not careful, you will "get stuck in the mud", which has become an indispensable part of my "pastoral trip" with my brother. Although we often play with mud all over, the newly bought little white shoes become "little yellow shoes" in a second, and we are inevitably scolded, but we still steal Le Er in our hearts. At the moment, our hometown is a paradise for our children and a "happy world" where people can forget all their troubles.
During the Spring Festival, every family will go back to their hometown for the Spring Festival, and we are no exception. At this time, cousins will go home, eat delicious food cooked by grandma, sit around the TV, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and discuss the vision and goals of the new year together. The whole family is happy. At twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve, the town, which had been silent for a year, could no longer bear it. Firecrackers exploded the pot, deafening and resounding through the sky. That's when people bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year. The deep blue sky is like a natural canvas, and dazzling flowers such as red, yellow, blue and purple are displayed with all kinds of fireworks. That is people's beautiful expectation for the new year. At that time, we always heard voices, filed out of the house and began to join the team that set off fireworks. The firecrackers to welcome the New Year ignited the joy of the New Year. This is a sleepless night. The next morning, the doors and windows were opened, and the town put on its new holiday clothes. At this time, my hometown is a happy destination and a place to enjoy the joy of the Spring Festival.
Someone said: "It seems that everyone of us is running, but we always feel that we have left our hearts and our last sense of security in our hometown thousands of miles away." The hometown in my impression is always so simple and quiet, full of the beauty of my hometown, the laughter of my childhood and the deep homesickness.
My hometown is my most unforgettable place. Although I spent a short time there, it was a golden dream and left me many beautiful memories.
Funing cake, as white as snow and as soft as clouds, Una's sugar flowers, and the crystal clear lotus root starch round of Jianhu Lake are all specialties of Yancheng.
My hometown is in a small village in the northeast corner of jianhu county, Yancheng City. Everyone in the village is surnamed Zhou, and they are all relatives. Every house is built by itself. Red walls and black tiles, people live along the river, called Yangzhong Village. There is a river called Chuanyanghe in front of my house, and there is a fertile field behind my house, as far as the eye can see. All year round is the hope of spring, and the ground is green; The expectation of summer is green; Autumn harvest, golden eyes; The splendor of winter, the earth is resting. The beautiful scenery of the four seasons is staged in turn, the air is fresh and far away from industrial pollution. It's really a treasure house for human habitation.
Every time I go home for the New Year, every household posts Spring Festival couplets, burns incense and goes to the grave to worship my ancestors. From the 30 th to the 15 th of the first month, firecrackers continued. This tradition has continued. On holidays, people in the village will go home from all over the world. This ancient village will soon come alive. When I was a child, my relatives and friends would come to see me when I went home for the Spring Festival. Adults buy firecrackers, clean up and cook New Year's Eve. What about us children? Going to visit the elders one by one, not only have candy to eat, but the most important thing is to receive red envelopes. In the evening, we eat New Year's Eve together, chat and watch the Spring Festival Gala ... The air is filled with a strong flavor of the year. Midnight, 12, set off firecrackers on time. All kinds of fireworks are colorful. Besides firecrackers, we greet the New Year, stay up all night and watch the old year. Hot jiaozi, warm.
At that time, I went home and there were narrow dirt roads everywhere. The car passed by and saw the dust flying behind the window. We bumped back and forth in the car, just like dad's new off-road vehicle going cross-country. After crossing the village, you must call home first and ask if there is a car on the opposite road before you can drive home, because you can't meet a car on the way. Cars are rarely seen in this village. In a few years, a two-way six-lane road was built on the east side of 150 meters away from home, and the cement road at the door was also built home. There are still cars parked at the door of every household on holidays. The high-speed rail is also open to traffic about one kilometer west. My hometown has also entered a period of rapid development.
When I go home at other times, grandpa will definitely take me boating. It's a big cement boat. It took me to see a different hometown on the Chuanyang River. This river is very clear and has just been regulated. Occasionally there are aquatic plants and fish shuttling. But the Liaojiahe River in the east is full of aquatic plants, and the river becomes very small. Listen to grandpa, there are many ships passing by every day, which is very busy. At that time, people drank the water from the river, and they could do laundry, cook, fetch water and swim. Now that there is running water, the protection of river water is getting worse and worse. The pollution of pesticides and mechanical ships, the sewage from factories and enterprises ... the river has become turbid, and no one collects sludge to make a green manure pool. The river water is rich in oxygen, and the river water that has not been treated for a short time is no longer suitable for direct drinking and swimming.
A few days ago, grandpa and dad went back to their hometown and said they were going to be demolished. Dad has special feelings for his hometown and doesn't want to tear it down. Grandpa is party member, so he must respond to the call of the government and dismantle it as soon as possible. I feel so sad. We will never see such villages again, those vast fields and clear rivers. The beauty of my hometown can only be hidden in my heart forever. In fact, grandpa and dad also have deep feelings for that land. After all, it is where he has lived for decades. If you don't tear it down, that beauty will always be there.
I miss my hometown, vast fields, clear rivers, and home with red walls and black tiles. ...