"One" A 500-word essay on my hometown I have had a dream since I was a child, a dream of my hometown.

That is, dreaming that my hometown will become rich and beautiful as soon as possible.

For many years, this dream has been with me, always lingering, a bit haunting.

Think about it, I have been away from home for more than ten years. How do I feel when facing the place where I was born and raised, my hometown, my hometown?

In addition to the closeness in the bones, there is also a growing strangeness.

And this so-called strangeness comes from the earth-shaking changes in my hometown, which makes me feel like I am in a dream.

This rapid change does not happen overnight, but is achieved step by step.

The most eye-catching changes are the roads in my hometown, the water in my hometown, and the cognitive changes of people in my hometown.

And all of this stems from the "three rural" policy, which is like a warm spring breeze and genial sunshine spreading to every corner of my hometown.

When I was a child, in front of my house was a field road covered with dense and messy grass in summer and full of unnamed wild flowers in autumn.

When I was in school, I had to walk a long way like this. It was better on a sunny day, although the trampled soil would take advantage of the power of the wind and fly into the dust, hitting my head and face.

But it is hundreds of times better than rain and snow.

On days after rain, the shoes on my feet are always stained by mud, and I have to lift them after I can't walk more than a few steps.

As children, we trudged barefoot on the muddy road.

At that time, I could only feel the mud rising through the gaps between my toes. The soft, itchy, and crispy feeling was particularly comfortable.

But I didn't feel comfortable for long either because I was scratched by hard objects or sharp objects in the mud, or because my pants were stained all over, and I was inevitably scolded when I got home.

Not only the way to school, but also the daily life and economic activities of people in my hometown are severely restricted and affected by the lack of smooth roads.

Therefore, people dream of the day when traffic will be smooth.

Today, fast transportation provides convenience for people in their hometowns to travel and produce work, and also provides a strong impetus for the export of local agricultural and sideline products and economic development.

The road in front of your home can be as wide, flat and hard as the asphalt road in the city.

The students walked to school on the highway and were finally able to hold their heads high, rain or shine.

The improvement of roads has fulfilled the dream of generations of people in my hometown.

Later, new changes in transportation followed one after another, changing with each passing day.

Every time when I go home, the most common thing I hear is that which road has been completed and opened to traffic, and which road is planned to be expanded.

Whether it is a village road or a rural road, from the perspective of facilitating people's life and travel, who can say that it is not a "highway" in the countryside!

The newly built roads are lined with lush, dense and green trees on both sides.

What can be heard from the rows of farmhouses are the happy laughter of children and the sound of reading loudly.

When the roads in my hometown and the landscape on both sides of the road have taken on a completely new look, I can only look at my developing hometown again with a new perspective.

Ah! My beautiful hometown!

Because having a smooth road is like having wings to fly.

My hometown belongs to the hilly area at the foothills of the Taihang Mountains in the west of Ci County.

The rolling mountains are like a strong man holding his weak and lovely hometown in his arms.

God uses the majesty of the mountains to give strong support to our hometown, but it is also very stingy, but it is not willing to give our hometown warm and spiritual water.

She was far away from the lake, the reservoir.

Even a little bit of trickling stream or a small patch of clear spring would be great!

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Therefore, it is conceivable that water resources are scarce in my hometown.

The farmland is cultivated on dry land and "relies on the heavens for harvest".

In the year of severe drought, the seedlings that had been hoed three times in the fields were all jointing and heading.

Rainwater is needed at this time.

But at this time, the weather was not good, and no rain fell for several months.

People eagerly look forward to and wait for it.

Water shortage is not only reflected in the cultivation of farmland, but also the problem of drinking water in people's daily life was serious in the past.

Due to the shortage of water resources, most of the water in the village has to be fetched from an old well in a very low-lying area in the village. Part of the water in this well is groundwater, and a large part is collected by rain from the sky.

The old well has become the busiest gathering place in the village, with an endless stream of people coming to fetch water every day.

The old windmill makes a squeaking sound every day, as if it is singing, as if it is moaning, and as if it is begging people: I am too tired, when can I rest?

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The older generation all said that during the driest and water shortage period, the old well could no longer supply water to the people in the village.

The water drawn from the well is yellow and muddy like rice soup.

Even so, I couldn't bear to throw it away. I took it home and clarified it before using it. At that time, everything in the house that could hold water came in handy.

Perhaps the hometown area is not perfect, but because of this, the spirit of tenacious struggle and courage to change in the hometown people has been sharpened.

What to do if there is no water?

Looking for water!

With the attention of superiors and coordination from Murakami.

Positive response from villagers.

*** took the lead in organizing the repair of water canals and reservoirs.

Effectively solves the problem of irrigation of some farmland.

Murakami built several wells one after another.

Water network pipes were also laid, and every household was connected to tap water.

Watch the clean, sweet water flow from the faucet.

And it seems that it is not water, but what flows out is happiness, the realization of the dreams and hopes of generations and dozens of generations.

Now, the gap between hometown and town is gradually and significantly narrowing.