Hometown Love Essay 800 words for fifth grade 5 Hometown is the place where every old person wants to start and end.
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Hometown Love Essay for Grade 5, 800 words (Selected Chapter 1) Looking into the distance, there are tall and continuous mountains.
Surrounded by layers of fields, this is the hometown where I was born and raised, a simple and beautiful place.
The moss-covered stone path leads you to a quiet and ancient world: white walls and black tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, and deep courtyards.
This is the material heritage left by our ancestors. It is the largest open-air museum of Ming and Qing architecture in China - Xinye Ming Ancient House.
If you want to visit ancient times and explore the secrets, you will find unexpected gains here.
Born and raised here, I have a deep love for every plant, tree, and season here.
In spring, wildflowers bloom.
In the sun, it looks gorgeous and colorful.
Rapeseed flowers are blooming the most wildly, with bright yellow and large patches full of them, attracting swarms of bees, flying and carousing among the flowers all day long.
In such an early morning, before the sun has had time to wake up, farmers bring their farm tools and rush to the fields through the dew.
They cracked their whips, drank their oxen, and turned up a plow's worth of clods of earth.
It's a new day and they need to make plans for the year ahead.
In summer, the lotus flowers bloom in the fields.
Although it is not as good as "the infinite green lotus leaves connecting the sky", it is the same as "the Indian and Japanese lotus flowers are uniquely red".
The same delicate and charming, like a girl with cardamom tips in early February, dancing gracefully.
In the evening, the sun cast its last glow and twilight set in. Farmers went home one after another, in twos and threes, saying hello from time to time.
After dinner, every household took a small stool and went out to enjoy the cool air. Occasionally, an old man would take out a shiny pipe and take a few puffs of yellow smoke.
There were also several women who took out the lotus pods they had just picked from the fields and peeled them off. While working, they chatted and burst into hearty laughter from time to time.
Until the moon stars faded, the laughter gradually subsided, and people slowly got up and went back to their houses.
Leave the earth a quiet night.
Autumn has come.
This is the harvest season, and the farmers are smiling from ear to ear. Their hard work and sweat have finally paid off with abundant fruits.
Waves of golden rice grow one after another, and various fruit trees are covered with golden, red, and lanterns.
The mountains are covered with dense forests, and the maple trees are lovely red, as if they are on fire; the ginkgo trees have also shed their leaves one after another, forming a "golden armor all over the ground."
Sow in spring, work in summer, harvest in autumn, and store in winter.
Winter is the most leisurely time of the year. At this time, people like to visit each other and grill themselves on the stove. Children take advantage of the snow to have snowball fights and build snowmen with adults.
Soon, the New Year came, "the sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year."
You think, such a place full of poetry, laughter and laughter, a place that nurtures and warms me like a mother, how could I not love her.
Chapter 4: Thick Nostalgia Hometown Love Essay 800 words for fifth grade (Selected Chapter 2) At night, the lamp in front of the table was still on, burning a hole in the night.
I was reading "Hometown" by Mr. Lu Xun, and my thoughts couldn't help but drift back to my hometown.
The bright moon soaked in a river, can you bring my thoughts to my hometown?
The clearest thing in my mind is the small green brick house, standing quietly on the mountainside.
It can shelter from the wind and rain, and shelter from the cold and heat. My laughter has been buried there, my tears have been collected there, and my deep attachment has been placed there.
The scenery in my hometown is beautiful.
Not to mention the clusters of small flowers with heart-shaped leaves beside the highway, and the foxtail grass that slightly poked its head out from the grass; not to mention the seven-star floating insects taking a nap on the leaves, the ants crawling from the ground to the wall, and then
Got into a crack in the wall.
Just a small vegetable patch by the side of the road has infinite scenery.
The tomato's face turned red because it tried so hard to fall to the ground; the cabbage raised its face proudly, and the cabbage next to it looked at it and wrapped itself tighter; the eggplant lay on the lounge chair to rest; the potato was silent in the field.
.....Every spring, rapeseed flowers cling to the mountains like magnets. There is almost no green at all, as if a painter deliberately painted the entire mountain golden.
Whenever the wind blows, huge golden waves come towards me one after another.
The sky was blue and the sun was warm, so the whole mountain rejoiced.
The food in my hometown is delicious.
The most unforgettable thing is the vermicelli made by my grandpa. When we returned to our hometown in early spring, my grandpa always greeted us with a bag of vermicelli.
Grandma was in charge of the cooking. After a while, a plate of fried vermicelli was freshly baked. The slender and even vermicelli was cut into sections, crystal clear. Pick up a few strips and suck them into your mouth. They are slippery and can be easily bitten off.
Coupled with grandma's superb cooking skills, it is highly praised.
When I kept shouting that it was delicious, when I looked up, I saw my grandpa’s face with a pipe in his mouth and a very satisfied smile.
I can’t forget the fermented bean curd made by Wai Zi. They are small square cubes with a layer of bright red chili powder on the outside and soy milk-colored fermented bean curd inside.