Essay on a trip to my hometown 1 It was another sunny winter day, and I boarded the car heading east with endless yearning. I knew very clearly that this trip was my journey home.

Because, after running around for too long, I need to be quiet for a while.

I arrived in my hometown town the next day. The fog in the countryside was so thick that it almost covered up all the poverty and ugliness. I hurriedly got on the local village bus and rushed to the distant village.

The little village Bake is so fast, like a happy elf, jumping between the villages with alternate rooster crows.

The countryside in late winter is like a red apple, yellow and red.

The mountain ridges that used to be lush and green are now covered with grass. The fruit trees at the foot of the mountains still give nature a little green.

The smoke from cooking is like a mysterious veil, which makes the rural scenery beautiful.

Thousands of rice fields are occupied by long weeds. When the wind and frost pass, the weeds seem too fragile and become captives of the remaining winter, leaving the earth pale and desolate.

The green bamboos on the river bank are like soldiers who refuse to surrender, stationed around the villagers day and night.

The creek in the village is crystal clear and flows gently, like an old song.

It is the sweet and clear stream here that has raised generations of rural children.

The ducks playing in the water weave beautiful stories with strings of water beads. These stories bring me back to my youth.

But, compiling a symphony of nature with the birdsong in the forest and the insects in the fields is simply the most perfect combination. Could this be the purest and most authentic sound of nature?

There are simple farmers in the distance, carrying a load of firewood and walking to the fields with a smile on their lips, perhaps a sign of a good harvest this year.

In the corner of the rice field, there is a group of chickens foraging, and the brown cattle are gnawing the thatch leisurely. Their plump bodies, shiny hair, and eyes as big as copper bells seem to be thinking about the busy year and are breathing.

Gasp.

Occasionally, a yellow dog ran up to the hut with its tail raised... The warm sunshine made the small village drowsy. Without the complicated sounds, the small village seemed so peaceful.

The breeze, white clouds, and mountains all stay at this moment, which makes the small village so charming.

In my eyes, the countryside is a paradise where there are no sorrows, no regrets, and no red tape.

The countryside in my eyes is so simple and pure.

Everything here makes me so intoxicated.

I don’t know why, but many of the feelings in my heart are like a flood that bursts over a bank, suddenly hitting me... I have walked so long that my eyes are almost numb. I really want to sit on a stone under a small tree and take a rest, looking at the ground covered with yellow leaves.

Covered with green grass, or bare parasol trees laden with fruits, they seem much more beautiful than the high-rise buildings in the city.

A ray of cool breeze blew by, and a yellow leaf passed between my eyebrows. Suddenly, I had the thought of returning to my roots after falling leaves, isn't it?

Are you really tired?

Looking up at the sky, God will come on the clouds. I believe the sky will be full of stars at night.

So, I hope that the quiet night will come soon.

Hometown Trip Essay 2 In the golden autumn, my wife and I finally returned to our second hometown, Huainan, after four years of absence.

Huainan is an old industrial and mining city, known as the "Hundred-mile Coal City", and is one of the important thermal power generation bases in my country, especially in East China.

Huainan has a long history and profound cultural heritage. During the Western Han Dynasty, Liu Bang named Yingbu the King of Huainan and established the Huainan Kingdom for the first time. Later, Liu An recruited talents in Bagong Mountain, wrote books, and compiled famous works through the ages, which is known as ancient China.

"Huainanzi" in the encyclopedia, and the Chinese delicacy tofu comes from Huainan.

In the 1980s of last century, I was transferred from my hometown to Huainan for work and stayed there for seventeen years.

For more than ten years, I have married a wife and had children in this ancient city full of new vitality. I have had brilliant careers and sad memories.

However, no matter what, Huainan has become my second hometown and a place that I can’t let go of in my life.

Due to a job change, I came to Hefei, the provincial capital, from Huainan, so I traveled between Huainan and the provincial capital for several years.

I remember one spring four years ago, I took a train from Huainan to the provincial capital as usual.

I took the noon train that day. Since it was still early, I went to a small garden east of the train station to rest.

It is spring, full of vitality, the warm breeze is blowing, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the peach blossoms in the small garden are even more brilliant and beautiful.

However, I never thought that due to various reasons, I did not return to Huainan for four years after this separation, and my longing for him was getting worse day by day.

Now I'm fine, I'm finally back, I feel particularly comfortable and excited.

That night, we invited my mother-in-law, who has lived in our old house in Huainan for more than four years, and my brother-in-law, ***, who works locally, to have dinner. The atmosphere was harmonious and warm, and the food was rich and affordable.

The next morning, after breakfast, I went to the vegetable market with my wife - it was a place I had visited every day for more than ten years, and I knew many of the vegetable sellers, such as the "Egg Girl" and the "Tofu Man".

However, several years have passed. I wonder if they or they are still well?

The vegetable market is a covered open-air venue. When we went there, we saw that it was still so lively and busy.

We first came to the "Egg Girl" stall and saw that she was still the same as before, but she also looked much older and her hair was gray, but she always maintained her smiling face.