Reading a good poem is like drinking fine wine, the taste is endless and becomes more profound over time.

Below is the nostalgia composition I shared for the first grade of junior high school. Everyone is welcome to read it!

Chapter 1: Nostalgia Composition Everyone who lives in other places seems to have such a feeling. In their hometown, life seems to be so ordinary, but when they are in other places, they feel that those days in their hometown are the most beautiful times.

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Everyone who lives in other places will also be obsessed with the same thing in his hometown, thinking about it every day.

Maybe it's nostalgia.

My hometown is Lanzhou, and a bowl of Lanzhou beef noodles every day is unbeatable.

I am used to eating beef noodles from my hometown. Even if I am away from home, I still miss that fragrant bowl of noodles and the simple local pronunciation of "have a big bowl of beef, and ask for thin ones."

Now in other places, whenever I hear people talking about Lanzhou Beef Noodles, I always feel a touch of sadness in my heart. Is it for those days that I can't go back to, or for the beef noodles that contain homesickness?

I forget about my distant hometown every day, but whenever I eat Lanzhou beef noodles in other places, the longing comes back clearly.

He would pretend to be an expert and say why this noodle is not good and how it is not as good as the beef noodles in his hometown. Even if he eats the taste closest to his hometown in other places, he still feels inferior.

The familiar feeling of hometown is gone, but there is a bit more nostalgia, which makes the taste of noodles a bit bitter in the mouth.

Yes, the taste of hometown cannot be replicated. That kind of intimacy, that kind of familiarity, that kind of feeling of meeting again after a long absence cannot be tasted far away from hometown.

When I think back to the familiar smell of my hometown again, there is always nostalgia in it.

The nostalgia in beef noodles may require me to taste the ups and downs of my life.

I want to thank God for allowing me to have such an unforgettable experience and have such a friendly taste that makes me miss it. I also want to ask God to stop me from being tortured by this homesickness, even if it is just to tone it down a little.

Chapter 2: Nostalgia Composition When I was a child, the name "Yu Guangzhong" was not familiar to me, and I had never seen the masterpiece of homesickness called "Nostalgia".

However, when I really left my hometown and traveled thousands of miles to a different place, I realized the pain of homesickness, the feeling of being in love with my hometown, and the difficulty of looking at my hometown across thousands of mountains and rivers... The summer of 2014

, still wearing immature children's clothes, I stepped on the train and drove to a strange city - Lanzhou.

That night, unable to sleep, I opened my eyes wide outside the window, as if imagining in my peripheral vision, "looking through the dark night to see the dawn of China", but the difference was that what I wanted was to see the bright moon in my hometown.

My heart, like a wild horse running wild in the brilliant starry sky, runs towards my distant hometown, towards the brilliant beach, towards the surging sea.

For some reason, I suddenly wanted to climb onto my mother’s back.

I want to feel my grandma's love and warmth from her, sleep on her back, and miss home. I miss the mountains and sea, the flowers and grass, the simple people in my hometown, and every person in my hometown.

Rain, every success and regret in my hometown; I still miss every building, every bridge, and every road in my hometown; I miss the snacks, seafood, and famous dishes in my hometown; I even want to open the map,

Every city, every small county, every small town on the small plate of Taotie.

I wish I had a pair of clairvoyance, a pair of eyes that can see the beautiful scenery of my hometown from Xiamen to Wuyi Mountain, from Anxi, the birthplace of Tieguanyin, to Quanzhou, the starting point of the Maritime Silk Road, and then sail from the Minjiang River to Taiwan,

Go and enjoy the beauty and culture of the Southeast.

Hometown, hometown, this word that makes my blood boil, is so warm and considerate. I hope that I can use this passionate article to turn it into a pair of wings and fly to my dreaming hometown, fly to me

Place of birth.

Flying to the side of grandma with gray hair on her temples, we looked at the most beautiful and brightest moon together.

Chapter 3: Nostalgia Composition When the old days come, everyone stops working, closes their eyes, and slowly reminisces.

The memory was awakened and slowly flowed out of the seal bit by bit.

Finally, the seal was broken and memories came flooding back.

Oh, it’s already 20 years later.

The school I went to must have changed too.

It turned into a school as charming as a candy house.

There are more children's footprints and more children's cute and innocent smiling faces, filled with memories that go straight into my heart.

She must be more beautiful now, and more loved by everyone! She - my lovely alma mater, when can I go back! Is my previous home still so warm? It may have been covered with dust and crawling with dust.

Ivy.

Perhaps a small clump of green grass, a few wild flowers, and dancing butterflies have grown.

Is my doll still sitting in that basket, waiting for me quietly, with the highlights in the eyes made of buttons still shining so brightly?

My warm home, when can I go back! Mottled... Oh, when can I go back, go back to my former home! It understands the call of my heart best... I call for home, hoping that she can give it to me.

Some comfort, lessen my pain.

My tears dropped on my hands, condensed with deep sadness, so they were so cold.

When can I smell the smell of my hometown? When can I return to the embrace of my hometown again! Tears soaked my heart and memories.

The tears refused to stop and kept flowing, full of emotions, full of the emotions of a child who had been away from home for a long time.