In study, work or life, everyone has written compositions. With the help of compositions, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here are the nostalgia essays for grade 7 that I have collected. You are welcome to share them. Nostalgia Composition for Grade 7 1

My hometown, Dongtai, is a shining pearl on the coast of the Yellow Sea. It has beautiful scenery and profound cultural heritage. I love my hometown deeply.

Standing on the high seawall, you can see the vast sea in front of you, with rolling waves and chirping seabirds; behind you, there are large tracts of beautiful tidal flats. Looking around, you can see reeds and mugworts everywhere. , from time to time, hares and deer will appear carelessly in front of you, look at you for a while, and then turn their heads and dive into the grass. The colorful golden pheasant crows loudly in the distance, and the sound spreads far and far. If you are lucky, you will also see their true appearance, with red eye circles, glowing blue necks, and colorful wings. They are so beautiful...

In the past, my hometown was famous for its sea salt. Where it was produced, it is said that the three prime ministers of the Northern Song Dynasty, Lu Yijian, Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan, all worked as salt officials in Xixi, Dongtai, leaving behind a good historical story. Speaking of Xixi Ancient Town in Dongtai, we have to mention the thousand-year-old pagoda-Haichunxuan Pagoda. Haichunxuan Pagoda is a Tang Dynasty building and is the oldest ancient pagoda in Jiangsu. It was built directly on the mud. It has suffered repeated earthquakes and floods, but it still stands tall as before. It is a miracle in the architectural world. If you visit Xixi Ancient Town, you can see the beautiful figure of Haichunxuan Tower from a distance. Under the blue sky, it is so old and yet so young.

Also, our Dongtai is one of the birthplaces of the legend of "The Immortal Couple". There are many place names here related to the story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies. Dongxian Village also has Dong Yong's tomb and old locust tree. A few years ago, the Dong Yong Cultural Park was built to the north of the ancient town of Xixi. Walking into this "Grand View Garden" is like walking into the legend of "The Match of the Immortals". Each scene and story are fascinating.

By the way, we also have a delicacy in Dongtai that fascinates foreigners - fish noodle soup. The soup of this fish noodle soup is stewed with eel bones and pork bones. It is white and fresh in color. The noodles are cut with a knife, even in thickness. After boiling for a while, put them into a bowl with fish soup and sprinkle with a few corianders. It is really full of color, aroma and taste.

Living in this picturesque scenery, drinking the sweet water of Lixia River, and breathing the fresh air, who can not love this land?

Hometown is the warmest place in everyone’s heart, and nostalgia is the purest emotion. I think that no matter where I go from now on, I will always love the land where I was born and raised.

Hometown, I love you forever! Nostalgia Composition 2 for Grade 7

There are no clouds and no moon. A few lone stars shine brightly, making the night appear more vast, distant and profound. Sitting on the old bamboo chair, listening to the creaking sighs of the days and looking at the deep night, facing the old reverie of the old house, I was filled with infinite longing.

The old house is a dream of the whole family, and it is a flowing river that always flows in our hearts.

The moment pears plow the land, they bury winter and sow spring. What I saw early on was my grandfather’s hunched back and his gray-brown hoe. The wrinkles on Grandpa’s face are as old as the old house but full of kindness and kindness. Grandpa's life was like this. He selflessly dedicated every bit of himself to the party and the family, never complaining, carving all his bitterness and hardships into the ancient glaciers and burying them deep in his heart. No matter what, Grandpa still faces us with that familiar smiling face. This smiling face is like a sea of ????flowers, spreading out the layers of progressive thoughts.

Sitting on the shore and watching the sunset reminds me of you. The warm sunset is as gentle as your loving eyes. I am grateful to you! Lift up my golden childhood! Let me express it in a song I have infinite respect for grandpa!

The summer wind blows in the gray alley, and the birds jumping up and down are in bright spirits, chirping and laughing with their friends where we can’t see them. . You ask why they come to the old house? Because in front of the old house, under the big banyan tree, there is a hymn written by grandma!

In the evening, there are always fireflies carrying lanterns and breaking into the old house. I suspect that Qingying is the elf of the story flying out of grandma's toothless mouth. The sound of frogs is quiet and cool, like grandma's songs in a soft dreamland. Carrying a cattail leaf fan and gently swinging it, fanning the sweet fragrance of rice into the door of dreams.

Firefly must know more about the story of the old house than I do. It must be more familiar with the songs of the old house than I am. Otherwise, why did you fly here to tell me that the lotus planted by grandma in the pond has the beauty of its first bloom.

The birds flew away in laughter, and the leaves fell. My grandparents have always been watching over the loneliness of the old house, and have been with it for generations. But now, he has the heart to leave his old house behind, leaving the fields desolate and letting prosperity fade away sadly.

The flowers bloom and fade, and the migratory birds go and return. Let them take my eternal thoughts to another place! The night is still calm, and the stars are still bright. Outside the window, there is a row of trees that have stood for many years. When I look at you the same way I look at a person, I understand that for the old house, talking means listening.

Ah! Old house. Ah! Grandparents.

Let me carry your warmth to look for the happiness of spring flowers! Nostalgia Composition 3 for Grade 7

My hometown is really synonymous with beauty. In my hometown, there are not only beautiful mountains and rivers, but also beautiful mountains and rivers. Beautiful and boundless forest. Many people may think that this kind of place is very boring, because in the world without the Internet, there are not so many places to play in the city, but in my childhood memories, my hometown is really beautiful. Although it may be less noisy than big cities, it is more peaceful and the air is very fresh. The relationship between people is very harmonious. The interpersonal relationship here is very simple. Almost every household knows each other. The most important thing is that the scenery given to us by nature is very beautiful, with clear mountains and clear waters, birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.

Cicadas were whispering in the trees, and butterflies were flying around. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, I walked to a small stream unknowingly. Maybe it was the irrigation of the small stream. The flowers and grass grew particularly lush. When I looked closer, I saw several wild flowers that I didn't recognize. There were a few dewdrops on the tender blue petals, which made the flowers appear more sparkling and delicate. I turned my eyes to the creek. The sunlight was flowing on the water, and the birds were singing in mid-air. The water reflected the playing birds, the gentle sun, the endless sky and a few floating clouds from time to time. The small fish in the water probably also I was so stunned by this picturesque scenery that I forgot to swim for a moment. The pebbles in the water were also very delicate. I picked one up at random. The smooth surface seemed to have been polished, showing a strange shape.

After bypassing the creek, there is a small forest. The small forest is filled with the smell of earth. What I step on is no longer a bluestone road, but a mud path. The small forest is very quiet. I Listen quietly in the woods and listen to the mysterious and interesting sounds. Listen to the gentle exhalation of the green leaves, and listen to the silent voice of the young bamboo. Look up, Albizia julibrissin! The pink flowers exude a refreshing floral fragrance, "Looking at the morning is ruthless, but the evening is affectionate, and it is inappropriate to leave a farewell message. Changting poem Heqiao wine, a tree with red velvet and fallen horse tassels" looked at the trees full of Albizia julibrissin flowers. , I can’t help but think of this verse. Suddenly, thick dark clouds blocked the weak sunshine, and the patter of rain rang in my ears and hit my heart.

This beautiful and magical place is my hometown. I wonder if you will have any yearning and yearning for my hometown after reading my description. Anyway, in my opinion, no city can compare to my hometown. The scenery here is beautiful and the people are simple. This is the place where I was born and raised. This is my favorite hometown. Nostalgia Composition 4 for Grade 7

It is cold in the small town in the early morning. The rising red sun, dewdrops on the leaves, and the melodious singing of birds all tell people that spring is here. Flowers are blooming: on the roadside, in the river, in the mountains; white, pink, red. There are all kinds of them, adding a touch of girl's mood to the ordinary small town, the girl's soft and floral mood.

The small town is like a stream of silk, a ribbon, and a feather, gently falling down the Taihang Mountains. She is tightly surrounded by the surrounding mountains, just like Chuzhou, which is "surrounded by mountains" in Ouyang Xiu's works; and like the Peach Blossom Land in Tao Yuanming's heart, which is "not enough for outsiders to understand". Mountains, water, roads, streets, and people are scattered in this small town that I love.

Ah, my little town, my eternal hometown, you are so quiet, elegant and lovable!

In the past, or when I was young, I hated it here. The small town at that time was rustic. There are no tall buildings and no squares. On the narrow road, every time a car passed by, it made me dance with my arms and legs for a long time. People on the street don't know whether each other is wearing famous brands, and they can chat enthusiastically all afternoon if they speak a dialect. My family was extremely poor at that time, but my parents never hesitated to buy me books. As a child, I had never stepped out of the small town, but I learned about and yearned for the outside world through various books. I'm starting to hate small towns.

A few years later, I grew up, my family became rich, and we bought a car. I walked out of the town. I still remember the first time I left the small town. I saw high-rise buildings, I saw bustling markets, I saw wide roads, I saw huge crowds of people. All this is so different from the small town and so attractive. I hate small towns even more.

Then later, that is now. My father left the small town for work, and I often visited him. After leaving the small town for a long time, I realized that I couldn't leave the small town. I can't do without my friends, the quiet and clean streets, the green mountains, and every inch of the land I'm familiar with.

My little town! My little town! How can I leave you?

It is your verdant mountains that hold up my back, it is your turbid rivers that irrigate my chest, it is your bumpy roads that sharpen my steps, and it is your quiet streets that reshape me. It is your simple inhabitants who have warmed my heart.

My little town, finally please allow me to express my love to you by adapting "Cao Chong" from the Book of Songs: Hiding the southern mountain, I pick its ferns. I haven't seen the small town yet, so I feel worried. When I see it, I stop, and when I look at it, I stop. My heart says. Nostalgia Composition 5 for Grade 7

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, it does not have the shortcomings of the past. It is so round and so bright. Then I remembered that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. It’s Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I wonder if the moon in my hometown is as bright as this. I don’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve been to my hometown.

I still remember that every Mid-Autumn Festival, my parents would take me to my hometown to see my grandma, have a meal, and catch grasshoppers with a group of friends. My life was not easy, but now that I have grown up, I have a lot of homework every Mid-Autumn Festival and I don’t want to go out. Every time I see my grandma, she tells me to go to her place more often, and so do my parents. It’s just that I’m lazy and don’t want to go out, so I only have a little time to see her every time I go back. Later, my grandma left, and when I went there again, the liveliness of the past festivals was gone, and it was deserted and miserable. It turns out that grandma lived such a life.

The houses on the land of my hometown have changed from knee-high weeds to thatched houses, from thatched houses to courtyard houses, from courtyard houses to high-rise buildings... No matter how they change, they have always changed. It is my hometown, the family relationship that I have constantly given up. Here are my relatives who have long since slept, and also the neighbors who are busy and busy here... What is on the ground is busy, nervous, and light-hearted, but what is underground is lifeless. , is serious, is tragic...

Today, when I returned to my hometown, I discovered that I have such deep feelings for this land. I love this land. In this land, there are my happy childhood, my beloved relatives, and my sad tears. It turns out that I am still attached to this land. It is a kind of attachment that the soul returns to its homeland. A kind of nostalgia for fallen leaves returning to their roots... Even if the memory of childhood is gone, I can only feel a kind of kindness to this land. It is a kind of kindness that comes from the soul, a kind of kindness that is thicker than water, and you cannot resist it.

The wind quietly walks away, leaving behind melancholy feelings; in the twinkling stars, there is always a heart-beating activity. Stopping under the afterglow on the street brings only faint cries. The lovesick moon exudes the atmosphere of nostalgia. In the thick dusk, the door of hometown is always unopenable. Wandering on a foreign land, my heart is flying in the sky in the countryside. If I could, I would turn into a cloud, a cloud from my hometown, floating in the sky of my hometown forever. Nostalgia Composition 6 for Grade 7

My hometown is a place with beautiful scenery and a good place to escape in the summer. I like its coolness, and even more, its beautiful scenery.

Cryptomeria King, you have achieved your fame with your strength. With a diameter at breast height of 4.74 meters, it is fully twice as large as the "Tree King" of Tianmu Mountain (diameter at breast height 2.21 meters) awarded by Emperor Qianlong, ranking first in the length of Chinese cryptomeria. Although you have not enjoyed the dignity and prominence of the "King of Trees", the simple and fair judgment of the people has finally given you the honorific title "King of Cryptomeria" that you deserve. "King of Cryptomeria", the kind and straightforward title reveals the special admiration and special love that the world has for you.

Snowflake Falls is a landform landscape in Yunzhong Daji, famous for its 100-meter waterfall. Whenever summer comes, it is very popular among foreign tourists. As soon as a tourist comes, he will have water pouring from his mouth. That momentum is quite majestic. The water flowed through the stone wall and splashed out, making the tiny wild flowers start to play, which was particularly enchanting. It attracts tourists standing below to take pictures.

Shisi Temple, a name full of ancient flavor. The temple gate is more than 20 meters away from the Cryptomeria King. It is diagonally opposite and looks a bit crude and stingy. There is a plaque with three golden characters "Shisi Temple" on it. At the entrance, there is an ancient cypress standing in front of the road. The tree is on the right side of the road, but the pole is leaning against the wall on the left. I think I am tired and I want to take a rest against the wall. There is another ancient cypress standing next to it. Although its branches are green and green, it is still luxuriant. The shade of the tree protects the ancient cypress resting against the wall next to it. Although these two ancient cypresses have experienced thousands of years of wind, frost, snow and rain, they have still grown. Still holding hands. The lower part is where monks chant and teach sutras, including the Mahavira Hall, Maitreya Buddha Hall, etc. When you enter, there is no Buddha statue. But I can vaguely feel the lingering smoke and the sound of Buddhist scriptures from before. There is a three-story small building that is particularly eye-catching. It is the only multi-story building in the temple. The building is square in shape, with cornices protruding from each floor, making it look like a tower. When entering the building, there is a wooden ladder to go up. The ladder is narrow and the building is even shorter. There is a beam on the top of the ladder, so you have to lower your head to enter the hall. There is a corridor next to the ladder, which you can only pass sideways. Entering the third floor, there is a dome, which is hexagonal with a circular hole in the middle, surrounded by paintings of auspicious clouds, lotus flowers, and a pair of phoenixes.

Ah! The beautiful scenery of my hometown, a note that will never disappear in my hometown love song! Nostalgia Composition 7 for Grade 7

The boiling water is boiling in the pot, and the tea leaves are stirred in. Among the rising white smoke is the fragrance of tea and nostalgia.

My hometown is Anxi, a small county in Quanzhou. Although it may sound small, it is somewhat famous. Because it is the birthplace of tea "Tieguanyin".

It is said that this tea was given by Guanyin in a dream, hence its name. Suddenly, I remembered watching my grandpa make tea when I was a child. With a crooked look on his face, he poured boiling water into the teapot unhurriedly, not forgetting to tell me not to open the unopened tea leaves. I was playing with the tea leaves in my hand, but my eyes were staring at the cup: the tea leaves floated up the moment they were immersed in the boiling water, unfolding slowly and bit by bit, like a blooming flower. The tea lid made a "knock, knock" sound on the edge of the cup, the white smoke of the boiling water was flying in the air, and the fragrance of tea sneaked out, refreshing. I stared blankly, as if the tea was lingering on the tip of my tongue, exuding its fragrance and sweetness. The tea is ready. Grandpa poured the tea with one finger on the lid. As soon as the tea touched the bottom of the cup, he raised his hand high, and the tea formed a yellow-green arc in the air.

The aroma of the tea was even stronger at this time, tempting me to let it cool for a moment before quickly grabbing the tea cup and putting the sweetness into my mouth. hot! My eyes were filled with tears for a moment, and the delicious taste in my mouth collided with the spiciness brought by blanching. Grandpa reluctantly got me a glass of water to cool down. The white smoke rising from the boiling water brought the most simple and sweet nostalgia in my memory.

My sister-in-law used to process tea. I think when I was five or six years old, I went to his house to stay for a week by myself. In addition to the gentle big sister and strange playmates, there are also many machines for processing tea. I can’t remember exactly what happened, but I remember that I helped pick out the tea branches. The kind grandma had quick eyesight and quick hands, and the tea branches she picked had already piled up in a hill. On the other hand, I was clumsy and picked less than one-tenth of what others had. There are also sun-dried tea leaves, shaken tea leaves, and what else? Memories have long since turned into mist in the long river of time.

Tieguanyin runs through my entire memory, turning into nostalgia in a trance. The water is already boiling in the pot, and I gently twist the tea leaves. Looking at the white smoke curling up and taking a sip of fragrant tea, the sweetness wraps around the whole heart. Nostalgia Composition 8 for Grade 7

"The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown." A tree, a stream, a clump of flowers in your hometown... will you never forget it? I will never forget the crystal clear stream in my hometown, which is cold in summer and warm in winter. I go there every Chinese New Year and relive the things I did when I was little, watching small fishes, walking on stones, and getting wet on purpose.

My hometown is in Yibin, Sichuan. The village I lived in is very beautiful. It is green everywhere, the river is clear, no one litters, there is no smog, and there is no air pollution. . The people there are simple, kind and "warm-hearted". The house we live in is not very beautiful, but it is full of warmth and love. Occasionally there are people who have money. A large villa was built, and everyone went to watch it. Those people didn't mind, either because they were used to living in short houses or because the villa was too deserted. There are always some small houses next to the villa.

When I was very young, I liked to go to the vegetable field with my grandfather, holding a small shovel and turning over the soil like my grandfather held a hoe. Sometimes I would fall into the field while walking over the field, and my whole body would be covered in mud. Grandpa always said to me: "Little cat, go home to grandma." I always walked back with a pulled face. People who met my grandfather working together on the road would always laugh and say: "Little cat, what's the matter?" Are you taking a bath in the fields again?" I always go home and tell my grandma. Grandma always enlightens me. Tell me they were joking. "Little cat" means that you are very cute. After hearing this, I happily went to play. Forget about this matter completely.

I often go to the creek to play with my sister, watching the small fish jumping around, watching my sister looking for crabs, stepping on the rocks, deliberately watering her body, and my sister also comes to play with me. As a result, both sides suffered a loss, and our clothes were all wet. Fortunately, it was summer. This creek is crystal clear and has never dried up. It is cool in summer and warm in winter.

I miss the river in my hometown, I miss those small houses, and I miss the simple and kind people in my hometown. I love my hometown. Although I am in a busy city now, I will always remember you - my hometown. Nostalgia Composition 9 for Grade 7

Time is a passer-by, slipping away from us in a hurry. Year after year, different years burn different passions, and different years comprehend different lives.

There are many, many places where we leave but come back.

The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. After being away for many years, I finally returned to this land, and everything was still so beautiful. The lotus flowers stand gracefully on the green water, and the green and pink contrast with each other, looking so harmonious. Occasionally, one or two wild ducks chase each other, breaking the tranquility. After a while, there will be lotus pods in this lotus pond. I still remember the scene of picking lotus. Several teenagers rolled up their pants and joined hands to pick the lotus pods on the shore. The lotus seeds in the freshly picked lotus pods have a faint sweetness, but the extremely bitter core of the lotus seeds is removed. Now, I haven't eaten fresh lotus seeds for a long time. I wonder if the fragrance is pleasant.

There are many, many friends. We are separated but meet again.

Youth enjoys new knowledge, and in old age misses old friends. Although I am not in my twilight years, I have already begun to miss my former friends. I miss the years we spent together, watching the fish in the water by the green water together, counting the stars in the sky together under the night sky, making a promise together under the banyan tree... The things we experienced together are still fresh in my memory. When they returned to their hometown, they naturally made an appointment to get together. Time had not left many traces on them, and no one had changed much. When friends get together, they still laugh, talk, and play, just like before. I just don’t know how long I can enjoy such a comfortable life.

There are many, many emotions that we forget but remember.

There is a feeling called heartache. But I forgot about it for a long time, not because life was too happy, but because life was too ordinary, so ordinary that it couldn't stir up a ripple, and the heartache was forgotten. But now, they are about to be separated. This time, I feel my heart aches at the thought of not knowing when we will meet again. However, when I return to this land and see these people, it doesn't matter if I feel heartbroken once. Diversity is the source of happiness.

There have been many, many places, we have come and will leave; there have been many, many friends, we have met and will be separated; there have been many, many emotions, we remember and will forget.

Nostalgia Composition 10 for Grade 7

Hometown is the place that nurtured me to grow up; hometown is the place where I played from childhood to adulthood; hometown is the place where I care about.

My hometown is in Meizhou, Guangdong. There is a kind of building called "encircled house". The enclosed house is very similar to the earth building in Fujian, except that it is smaller in height and occupies a smaller area... In short, the scale is not grand enough. I spent almost all my childhood here, and the enclosed house became my childhood paradise.

There is a large ancestral hall in front of the enclosed house. Every year on the first day of the first lunar month, the villagers gather together to celebrate the New Year happily. Early in the morning, the villagers got busy, setting up several large long tables and serving things to worship the gods. The whole village worshiped the gods together. The flavor of the new year is getting weaker and weaker, but the atmosphere of worshiping God is getting stronger and stronger.

There is a lotus pond in front of the ancestral hall, with sparkling water and crystal clear water. At the beginning of summer, there were lots of lotus leaves and lots of lotus flowers. The eldest brother and eldest sister, who had studied "The Theory of Love of Lotus", would chant by the lotus pond, "Flowers of water, land and vegetation are most lovely. The Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li and Tang Dynasties, the world has loved them very much." Peony. I only love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained. It touches the ripples but is not demonic. It is straight in the middle and outward, not creeping or branching. Its fragrance is clear from a distance. It is a pure plant that can be viewed from a distance but not played with." Unknowingly, I also knew how to memorize it.

Every summer vacation, I will go back to my hometown of Meizhou. Of course, there will be "fish playing among the lotus leaves" in the lotus pond in front of the ancestral hall. I always drag my brother to go fishing every afternoon. Although he enjoys it, sometimes he complains: "How could I have such a brother?"

In my impression, the soil in my hometown is fragrant. When the east wind blows, there is a fragrance floating in the fields. It is emitted by the land, the seedlings, and the grass. There is a joyful sound in the air. The sky is clear and transparent, and the sunshine is bright and warm.

In my impression, the air in my hometown is sweet. Silver-like beaded threads hang from the horns, plump ears of grain sway in the breeze, and the tinkling spring water is consciously accompaniment. The beautiful and fertile hometown is clearly intoxicated.

I am in Huizhou, but my thoughts linger in my hometown for a long time. Everyone and everything in my hometown is always so emotional and so missed. My deep affection for the land of my hometown has been engraved in my bones.