In our ordinary daily life, everyone has tried to write a composition. A composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my excellent composition in my hometown, which I carefully arranged. Welcome to read and collect. My hometown excellent composition 1
The vast river carries a sailing boat on an expedition, but the boat understands that the direction of the lighthouse comes with the harbor that is most attached to the bottom of my heart; The blue sky carries the wings of pigeons, flying into the distance, and the traces of wings are so clear. Just like the attachment flowing in the river and the missing in the sky, when the familiar term hometown comes to mind, my heart always throbs.
My hometown is a transportation hub on the Chengdu-Chongqing line. At dawn, the speeding train blew the horn of the city's awakening with a loud whistle; As night falls, the Tuojiang River sings a touching ballad with its gentle current. This is my hometown, where I grew up for nearly twenty years. In order to study, I left my hometown, but the memory of my hometown has not faded with time, but has become clearer and clearer. The fond memory of my hometown is like a dam, which can burst with a small opening. Now I am in a foreign land, but I find my figure still floating on this land.
I often return to my hometown in my dreams, and there is always a warmth and touch like spring. I still remember the dazzling fireworks on the Lantern Festival, which are full of New Year's wishes. I still remember the dragon boat bravely advancing in the rapids on the Dragon Boat Festival, and the long Tuojiang River flows out of Neijiang people's enterprising spirit; I still remember the delicious food at Daqian Food Festival, and the overflowing aroma makes people wander back and forth ... < P > Xi Murong said: "The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on the night with the moon." Nowadays, whenever I see the bright moon, I will think of my hometown. I remembered the familiar campus of No.6 Middle School, and witnessed our growing footprints bit by bit. I think of the Kong Liang hotpot restaurant outside the campus, which embodies the joy of gathering together; I think of the flashing neon of the continent dam, which adds a touch of splendor to the night scene of Neijiang ...
Time can wither the flowers and leaves, make the appearance aging and make the sea change, but it can't weather my infinite memories of my hometown.
my hometown is my eternal dream.
If I am a dandelion that has lost its roots and a flying autumn canopy, my hometown is the power for me to return to the earth. Time will turn water into steam, but it can't stop steam from condensing into water and returning to the earth. When the raindrop proudly said to the earth, "I am your child who has been exiled and recalled thousands of times", time can only sigh, because it can do nothing in front of the memory of hometown. Time will not fade the memory of my hometown, otherwise, how can there be the delusion and sorrow of "I don't know where to blow the willows, and I want to see my hometown all night"? Otherwise, how can there be the deep expectation of "but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark, with a mist of grief on the river waves"? Otherwise, how can there be a deep love of "he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!"?
my hometown is my eternal dream. No matter how long time has passed, the memory of my hometown will always be treasured in the pure land of my heart and will never fade! My hometown excellent composition 2
When I was a child, I liked to escape from the noise of the city and go back to my distant hometown to get close to the earth and feel the nature. Now I still haven't changed, but my hometown is in a more distant place ...
Now, when I return to my hometown, I see a straight gray highway, which is like a sword inserted into my hometown, and I feel a little dazzling. There are several low earth houses lying by the road, and the weeds everywhere are bleak with the wind. In the distance came the sound of Ding Ding's logging and the rumble of excavators, and there was a faint moan of the river. Passing through a bamboo forest, there are still a few solitary bamboos swaying, faintly singing the old songs, with several sadness and memories.
ah, this is my dream hometown?
I never dare to forget the appearance of my hometown, because my hometown is like my mother's smile. Even if I can't touch it, I can really feel the tender affection.
when I was a child, I walked on the green color of the ground and greedily breathed the fresh breath in the bamboo forest. That pole of bamboo soared into the sky, spreading green with each other. I am wandering in the bamboo forest of my hometown, with a green dream and determined to towards the distant.
When I was a child, I walked along the river and walked barefoot on the soft path to see the crystal clear dew hanging on the green rice leaves shining in the morning light when it was hazy. Suddenly, the rice leaves danced in the wind, shaking off the string of pearls and dripping on my heart, gestating my childhood dream.
At that time, the mountains in my hometown were undulating, like a landscape painting: from deep to shallow, from near to far, seemingly shallow, but it constituted a natural and beautiful picture. Nowadays, the rugged path in the mountains has been pushed into a straight avenue, like a straight line drawn by a ruler; The soft road is also covered with hard stones. Looking at all this, I don't know whether I am happy or sad.
once in my hometown, the water was crystal clear, but no one knew the source. Humming a cheerful country tune, the river skipped to the distance. Once my hometown, the water was magnificent. At the end of the cliff, the river flew down, colliding with the boulder at the bottom of the cliff and splashing a white mist. Under the sun, a breeze came face to face, shining and nourishing, causing groups of birds to sing and dance lightly. Now, these have become childhood memories. Where is my hometown?
under the cliff, the bridge under construction and the gray road cut off the waterfall. Where is the picturesque river? The boulder that couldn't be washed away for thousands of years under the cliff is now completely broken under the iron chisel. Trucks full of longing are singing, rolling gray roads, leaving their hometown and heading for the city … No, please don't take my hometown away!
Many nights, I sang hopefully in my sleep: "Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away …" Now I have returned to my hometown, but I am at a loss.
Now, when I feel tired in the hustle and bustle of the city, I will still think of my hometown which is farther away ... My hometown excellent composition 3
When I set foot on the Loess Plateau again, when I stopped at the top of the mountain again and looked at the endless beautiful scenery, at that moment, I fell in love with you-Shanxi, my hometown.
This is the only yellow waterfall on the Yellow River, and it is also the second largest waterfall in China, which is called "the wonders of the Yellow River". It is Hukou Waterfall located in Linfen, Shanxi. Before I walked into Hukou Waterfall, I heard the roar echoing in my ears. I felt a rush of moisture coming at me. Step by step, step by step, getting closer and closer, and gradually the roar is getting louder and louder. The torrent of the Yellow River, which is more than 3 meters wide, churns and pours in a gap of 5 meters. The momentum is like pouring out of a huge pot, standing outside the warning line, and I feel a splash splashing on my body from time to time. Looking at the surging Yellow River water, I felt a kind of casual pride in my heart. At that moment, I fell in love with you, Hukou Waterfall! Fell in love with you, Shanxi!
This is an outstanding example of Han nationality cities in China in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. In the historical development of China, it shows people an extraordinary picture of the cultural, social, economic and religious development of the Han nationality. Known as "one of the four best preserved ancient cities". It is the ancient city of Pingyao. Before entering the ancient city of Pingyao, I felt a strong historical sentiment. Stepping into the ancient gate, I feel the book-like massiness of Pingyao ancient city. It is a living history, with well-preserved historical features, blue bricks and gray tiles, pavilions, and even people's homes. It is also a living history textbook. Looking at the brick and tile of Pingyao ancient city, I felt a kind of casual pride in my heart. At that moment, I fell in love with you, Pingyao ancient city! Fell in love with you, Shanxi!
This is one of the four famous Buddhist mountains in China, which can be called "Golden World". It is Wutai Mountain located in Wutai County, Xinzhou City, Shanxi Province. Before I entered Wutai Mountain, I felt a strong religious atmosphere. In the midsummer, Wutai Mountain is full of vitality and glory. The pines and cypresses are green, the herbs are thick green, the wildflowers are covered with brocade, the Zhuanghe cages are green, the cows, donkeys, mules and horses are grazing on the top of the platform, and the birds are flying over the pavilions and towers. Temple buildings with different styles in the hinterland of Taiwan and Huai are placed under the top of five gloomy platforms, just like pearls gathered in a big jade plate. Looking at Wutai Mountain, where the five peaks stand, I felt a sense of casual pride. At that moment, I fell in love with you, Wutai Mountain! Fell in love with you, Shanxi!
I love you, Shanxi, and I love your surging; I love you, Shanxi, brick by brick; I love you, Shanxi, and the five peaks that love you stand tall! My dear hometown, Shanxi, I love you forever! My hometown excellent composition 4
Living in such a noisy city as Beijing, the comfort of the soul is hard to come by. Sometimes, I really want to go back to my hometown and feel the Kunshan opera, the fragrant morning tea in the old street and the shouts along the street.
My hometown is in warm Taizhou, which is a small city, but there are many happiness in the world ...
My first memory of Taizhou is her street view. My mother likes to take me with her in the nearby alley, and she is very familiar with this area. Her family lives in an ancient town called Qintong. The alley is deep and narrow, so it is difficult for them to walk side by side. High walls on both sides, no windows, mottled with light yellow or thick green. That's the footprints left by plum rain and moss. I don't like going to this place very much. The slender bluestone strips on the ground are very wet all year round, which always makes me feel like falling down; The walls on both sides are in the same boat with me, and gradually tilt into the lane, which seems to be in danger of collapse. Mom walked ahead unhurriedly, and I followed, treading on thin ice. The alley in my eyes is like a maze in the fairy tale world, and I always worry that I will be abandoned in such a misty ancient world. After seven turns and eight turns, I somehow arrived at the tea shop. Listening to the hawking of Wu Nong's soft language and the sound of opera coming from a distance, I am also a lot more practical.
After breakfast, there is always go to the opera, who opens a venue under the old pagoda tree, and adults and children attract each other to go to go to the opera. I won't watch the excitement and comment; Can sing ponder, quietly speak with an accent, children Otawa playmates chase frolicking. I have long forgotten what I saw and heard. I only remember that it was winter, my feet were trembling, my neck was in the neckline, and my hands were in my sleeves. Just staring at the fork candy seller, greedy, as if only the snack seller can attract me.
when I went back to Taizhou, my grandparents moved into an old-fashioned house, not far from the old street. There is also a vague and happy childhood hidden there. My master taught me to write Chinese calligraphy and drew red circles on the paper I practiced. Many circles are only half drawn, but I am still very satisfied. He likes to pour several glasses of yellow rice wine alone before meals, and sometimes he lets me try it. I'm never drunk. Actually, I'm not interested in wine at all. I just took a fancy to peanuts in the dish.
at that time, I was really greedy, and I often dragged my parents to the old street to look for my favorite big stove sesame seed cake. I don't feel bored at all when I eat a bowl of fish soup noodles with a big stove of sesame seeds every morning. When I go back from the old street, I always pass a winding river, and the willow branches on the bank hang down to the water. In my memory, the water in that river is particularly cool.
Every year, my grandmother goes to Beijing with some ginkgo in my hometown, so the taste of my hometown was never forgotten until my grandfather died.
In the years since my grandfather left us, I have often heard adults talk about my childhood in my hometown. At this time, I feel like reading a strange novel. Although it is very warm, I feel like an outsider. I urged them to go again, but they didn't want to.
I once dreamed that I was walking alone in an alley, getting farther and farther, getting more and more lonely. I can't walk to the tea shop many years ago: having a morning tea and listening to a play that I can't understand ... My hometown excellent composition 5
My hometown is Yuanjiang, a small town located next to Dongting Lake. The hometown in my memory is a reed standing in a small continent, watching the wanderers who have not returned; It is a blue brick and gray tile stone road with a Jiangnan flavor; It is the Wupeng boat that swims on the river and writes about the life of fishermen. But such a beautiful hometown, I have not returned for a long time. Thanks to my grandfather's birthday, I can go home again.
Many people came to celebrate Grandpa's birthday, and a dozen tables of banquets were fully arranged. Most of my relatives, like me, have not returned for a long time. The earth-shaking changes in my hometown really surprised us. Think about the past, the roads in my hometown were empty, not how wide the roads were, but how few cars there were, but now? The streets are full of cars. Before thinking about it, it would take several hours to go home once, but now, it only takes half an hour. Someone jokingly said, "Oh, we can all go to Changsha to work in the future, get off work at 6 o'clock and get home at 6: 3!" Not only me, but also many people are sighing and remembering.
"This building is really high! It should be ten or twenty stories high, right? The old man is really rich in recent years! I can hold a birthday party here. "
"Yes, if you ask me, the old man is lucky. In those days, it was still a rotten pond! How can I do it here! "
"Hey, I took my son to my childhood school. Originally, I wanted him to see my hard environment, but guess what? That school is better than that in the city! You scared me! 。”
"Yes, with red brick tiles, snow-white walls and computers in every classroom, this is not the classroom that we used to have!"
Everyone is remembering and comparing this amazing changed hometown.
It is true that my hometown has changed. The passing years have not only failed to drown this century-old town, but have made it more beautiful. It is hard to imagine that a century-old city can be remolded in time and once again walk in the forefront of the times. Who brought her back to life? It is the party, the country and the government. Is the representative of the masses that we trust, if the roads built by the government have not narrowed the distance between her and the provincial capital, if the enterprises supported by the government have not brought hope to the economy of the town, and if the wanderers outside have the opportunity to work in their hometown, so that more people can pay attention to the town ...
If the party and the government have not done everything, maybe I will never see the picturesque scene where the sunset falls on the lake and the boats ripple. I can't see the rain hitting the banana, and the birds are singing leisurely, which is like a poetic picture; Maybe my hometown will be crushed by the wheel of time. But for the party and the government, I have regained my hometown.
I love my hometown, this changed hometown, this eternal hometown! My hometown excellent composition 6
Speaking of my hometown, I always feel so kind. Maybe that's where I was born and raised. So it's a little exciting!
when I was a child, I liked playing in the mountains best. The mountains are lovely green, and the Woods are swaying in the breeze. From a distance, they are like green waves rolling gently from the horizon. On the hillside, you can see brown cowboys grazing leisurely. They have circular patterns on their bodies, and their mouths are chewing rhythmically, enjoying themselves. Sometimes, there will be one or two birds resting on their shoulders, which is very interesting. In the field, people worked hard, planted green seedlings and planted the hope of spring. Above the field, a row of wires crossed the sky, and the tired birds stopped on it, just like the jumping notes on the staff, composing a hymn of spring.
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