1. I have never looked for the delicious food from my hometown in Beijing, because I know that there is no taste of my hometown there. However, I ate a lot of Hunan rice noodles, and I always wanted to find an authentic one, so I went to a far-away shop in the rain. Maybe I was a Hunan native in my last life.

Second, I miss it very much because I have a beautiful hometown. I miss it very much because I have a beautiful memory; I miss it very much because I had a beautiful childhood; I am happy because I have a beautiful dream; I am happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am very happy, because I have clear thoughts like autumn water.

Third, the taste of my hometown in my memory is Wuchang rice in Qinggang County, linden honey in Raohe County, which is sweet and fragrant, and soybean oil in Qinggang County, which is full of beans. No matter how far away from home, as long as you can eat the taste from your hometown, it is happiness.

Fourth, the mountains are long and the water is long. I can't get rid of this feeling along the way, and I can't stop worrying about lovesickness. I only send a heart of lovesickness to the bright moon, just as the bright moon sends lovesickness thousands of miles away. I hope people will live for a long time and be beautiful for thousands of miles.

5. The taste is really wonderful. Every place has its own different taste. The smell of hometown is reassuring. When you get off the high-speed train, you will know that you are home when you smell that smell.

VI. The flavor of hometown is the round moon in the faint night sky.

7. The flavor of hometown is still the strong local accent. The frequent calls for my birth name can always change the softness in my heart, and the words with earthy breath are the most appropriate warmth that you can't find in Qian Shan.

Eight, I still miss the taste of my hometown after coming to Malaysia for ten years, and I will return to Country Garden Forest City next month to feel more.

Nine, I came to my hometown, ah! How beautiful! Is this my eye flower? I rubbed my eyes, didn't I? Originally, the bumpy path has now become a flat asphalt road, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, bees singing, butterflies dancing and high-rise buildings rising from the ground.

1. The way home is high or short. For wanderers who can't go home for reunion, the cooking of their families and the Mid-Autumn Festival dishes in their hometown can always rekindle hidden thoughts through the taste, which will make people cry when they meet again. The taste of hometown that accompanied you all the way, just like a taste positioning system, locks the hometown thousands of miles away and silently points to the comfort of home.

Xi. Candles are kind enough to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn. (Tang Du Mu's Farewell)

12. Childhood memories will never be erased. I remember that it was a bitter spring. I was hungry when I was playing outside. I came to my grandmother's house in the east of the village and opened the bowl shelf to look for food, but there was nothing empty. Finally, my grandmother found some Quma dishes dipped in some salt soup and sent them into my mouth. I chewed a few mouthfuls, but I felt something was wrong and spit it out. What the hell was this? It was so bitter and not delicious. Grandma told me somberly that the family had been out of food for several days. I went home and told my mother about it. Without saying anything, my mother took out a small pillow leather and filled it with millet. I ran to my grandmother's house with joy on my back.

XIII. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk in the Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao

14. There is a powder room in my hometown. Every autumn when the powder room is started, when I am tired in autumn, I go to the powder room to weigh some gouache. The workers in the powder room are busy in the steaming heat and greet me warmly. The owner of the powder room is not stingy with the people who weigh gouache. Every time I go, I will let you eat enough. The gouache just cooked is crystal clear and mixed with Chili sauce, which is very appetizing and spits. The gouache in the powder room, the original soup is original, soft and tender, and it doesn't hurt your stomach to eat. Sometimes you can eat vermicelli, that is, grab a piece of vermicelli, roll it into strips, put it in a vermicelli pot, turn it over and scoop it up, and dip it in Chili sauce. The taste is soft and mellow, which is many times better than the crystal vermicelli in a hot pot restaurant.

15. Humayi crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest in the north wind. Han. Nineteen ancient poems

Sixteen or three years later, I finally didn't pursue spicy food so much, and the taste of hometown food was fascinating

Seventeen, I miss my hometown and miss my hometown's small bookstore. Miss my hometown, miss the plum tree in my hometown. Miss my hometown, miss my hometown's small stone road. Students who miss their hometown and miss their hometown. Ah! Hometown, I miss you in the bright moonlight at this moment! Are you missing each other like me at this moment? I am slowly waiting for you in the bright moonlight.

XVIII. Lanxi Bridge is the oldest stone arch bridge in Lantian City of our province. During the Republic of China, it was the most prosperous place in Lantian City. There seems to be little record in history of what kind of jade moon was on Lanxi Bridge and what kind of paddle lights were used in Moxi River. In our memory, the noodle restaurant at Qiaotou is the taste of hometown. Buy a catty of pork liver and a catty of lean meat on the bridge, and make a bowl of noodles with three or five friends. It tastes excellent.

19th, on a faint summer night, I was tired of reading under the wooden window covered with loofah and green vine. Suddenly, a bird crow broke through the lonely sky and floated into my ears. Oh, I think where my hometown is, it's also the Dragon Boat Festival! How time flies!

beauty is all I remember about you. When spring comes, your beauty is far greater than my excited heart. Bees fly and butterflies dance, grass grows and warblers fly. What's more beautiful is your gentle wind, which wakes up the happiness I used to hibernate. When the footsteps of summer come quietly, the commotion belongs only to those who are restless, but you are silently gestating the fruits of life. You made me understand that the greatest beauty in the world is selfless giving; When the autumn girl sings sweet carols and dances, you smile. The harvest season belongs to me and you, and then you are endowed with mature beauty. When winter is covered with silver makeup, you fall asleep, but your silence is not depression, not decadence, but accumulating strength while waiting. I am crazy, I love, I am fascinated, I am drunk, so I am intoxicated by the beauty of my hometown.

twenty-one, my uncle took me into a room and opened a piece of cloth. Ah, this is exactly what I am familiar with: a computer. My uncle skillfully operates the computer as if he were talking about the piano. My sister also has a computer, and she is good at playing computer. The old social concept of son preference is gone now.

twenty-two, the tea with yellow honeycomb in Xingning, my hometown, has a faint tea fragrance, with the taste of my hometown, which is the perfect integration of foreign land and hometown, the taste of mountains and the sound of the sea!

Twenty-three. Now, it has been more than four years since I left my hometown and my grandmother. Every Dragon Boat Festival in the past four years, I haven't tasted the zongzi wrapped by my grandmother. But every time I pick up the dumplings I bought, even when I see them, grandma's skillful action of wrapping dumplings and the sweet fragrance of dumplings will always emerge in my mind, which will never go away.

twenty-four, unload the dust, sing a long thought, remember yesterday's laughter, and remember the warm world. I tie my family to this sentimental stationery, and ask the wind to bring me fiery eyes, look at the blue sky at home and feel my distant blessings.

Twenty-five, I am gone in the past, and the willows are lingering. The road was muddy and hard to walk, and the thirsty and hungry. ("The Book of Songs")

Twenty-six, if there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting. (Tang Du Mu's Farewell)

Twenty-seven, in this green water and clear mountains, I seem to have returned to the paradise of my childhood.