Topic composition about hometown 1 Early in the morning, I stood in the sun, stroking pieces of scattered gold. The sun rose high and seemed to stare at me silently. I know: passion is greater than passion.
Looking from a distance, I stopped at that desolate little apartment at a glance: it looked old and sad in the fog. Although the sun shines on its shoulders, it can't cover up the trivial ruins and reveal the dark red tissue of the body, as if telling a bitter history. White couldn't help being lonely any longer. She held the tiles together and turned them into mud, which developed into a green landscape in the spring of the following year. ..... don't! I remember: it's not like this! I remember when I was a child, I often hid under the corrugated wall that had passed away, looked at the sky in the four corners, and smiled in a daze. In other words, childhood friends always haunt the four corners of the room, counting: "one, two, three ... I'm coming for you!" You are the first, and you are. . . . . 。” We are playing in a corner, running mountains and running water in the green, relying on this firm body behind us. But now, time drives things away, and it is decadent.
I wonder, what makes it so unbearable? Is it time? Oh, yes, it's time, and there was a big fire a few years ago. I still can't get over it.
I vaguely remember the full moon on 15, hanging in the night sky. Of course, it is not "a golden full moon hanging in the deep blue sky", nor is it "the sand by the sea" below. There are no watermelons, only us who are anxious. There was a fire in the distance, and the sounds of pots and pans staggered, and shouts, cries and cries for help were intertwined. The fiery red lights lit up half the sky in my hometown. That night, everything changed, as if it was not the forest that burned, but human feelings and love.
Now there are fewer people in their hometown, and they all have money to go to the city. At a loss, the green room is dotted with several broken small foreign buildings. In my memory, I like the Spring Festival best. It is always warm and happy, which eliminates the spiritual gap between people. Everything drifts away with the past, just like the spring wind, how to disperse the original flowers and drift around.
There is a golden full moon in the dark blue sky, and there is a quiet village below. The mountains are yellow, and the warm breath is always flying with the wind. I smell it-this is my beautiful hometown!
My hometown is Zhenjiang, Jiangsu, a beautiful and rich land of fish and rice. Here, there are the famous "Three Mountains" with beautiful scenery; Here, there are cultural relics left over from various dynasties and generations with a long history. Zhenjiang's specialty, there are famous "three eccentrics": vinegar is not rotten, meat is not vegetables, and the lid is cooked in a noodle pot. What I want to introduce to you now is the "pot cover noodles" where the lid is boiled in a noodle pot.
It is said that this kind of pot cover noodles originated in the middle of Qing Dynasty and appeared when Emperor Qianlong went down to the south of the Yangtze River. If you don't know this legend, please listen to me in detail.
In the middle of Qing Dynasty, when Emperor Qianlong went to Jiangnan incognito for six times, he traveled all the way to enjoy the beautiful scenery and came to Jiang, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. One day at noon, Emperor Qianlong felt hungry, so he went to a noodle restaurant and asked for a bowl of noodles. He waited a long time for the noodles to arrive. He tasted it and immediately felt that it was different from what he usually ate in the palace: refreshing and not greasy. Besides, the noodles in the palace are oily and tasteless. After eating, he went to the kitchen and found a small lid floating in the pot! Qianlong was puzzled and asked the proprietress why there was a small lid in the pot. The proprietress discovered that she accidentally put the small camphor wood lid on the soup pot into the noodle pot by mistake. With this unintentional move, Zhenjiang's "pot cover noodles" were born. It turns out that this camphor wood pot cover can absorb the oil in the pot on the one hand and emit the fragrance of camphor wood on the other hand, which is why this noodle is so delicious! Gan Long said: "Since there is a lid in the noodle pot, let's name this noodle as' pot cover noodles'!" Say that finish, then let a person take out Four Treasures of the Study, for this inscription. Later, Zhenjiang pot cover noodles became popular.
The above is the origin of Zhenjiang pot cover noodles. Please come to Zhenjiang if you want to know the history of the other two monsters. I will show you around places of interest in Zhenjiang and introduce two other "freaks" to you in detail!
Topic composition 3 is about the lush and indispensable hometown; Let a hundred flowers blossom and be indispensable-my hometown. Although it has no mighty Yellow River or crystal clear Lijiang River; Although it does not have the majestic Mount Tai or the fragrant hills with red leaves, it has simple and unique beauty.
Speaking of my hometown, although it is not a famous town, there are also charming scenery there.
In my hometown in spring, I wear colorful clothes. Look! The branches have slightly exposed some cyan, a string of azaleas are in full bloom, and birds can be heard outside the window. This is the bird singing the song of spring. After a period of rain, everything in my hometown is bright and beautiful. Under the sunshine, the stream in my hometown looks clearer, blue waves rippling and golden. My hometown in spring is full of vigor and vitality.
My hometown in summer is covered with lush and light summer clothes. In the morning, bees are busy collecting honey. In the afternoon, cicada singing in the trees. At night, crickets sing in the grass. There is a pond in my hometown, where lotus flowers are in full bloom and dragonflies are flying all over the sky. It's really "Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it." Children in my hometown had a good time in the lotus pond: swimming, fishing, catching shrimps and picking lotus roots.
Autumn hometown, wearing a golden red solemn evening dress. The fields in my hometown are full of golden red fruits. The leaves on both sides of the street rustled. Autumn in my hometown is the season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and sowing.
Winter in my hometown is beautiful, but there is no elegant scenery of snowflakes flying and magnificent scenery of heavy snow everywhere. Only exquisite rivers and ancient bridges decorate my hometown.
Spring welcomes summer, summer welcomes autumn, autumn welcomes winter, winter welcomes spring, and the four seasons in my hometown are changing, but his position in my heart will never change, and he will always be the first, because I love the four seasons in my hometown and my hometown.
This is my hometown-Jiangmen.
My hometown is Hunan. Hunan "He" is a beautiful city, and everything in Hunan is beautiful. What is the most beautiful thing in Hunan? To tell you the truth, the most beautiful thing in Hunan is morning!
Early in the morning, the reddish sun shyly hid beside the warm pillow. But the streets have gradually become lively. The air in the morning is exceptionally fresh. In the spring morning, the flowers' excited smiles are covered with crystal dew. Are they tears? No, no,no. Of course not. This is an expensive flower tonic! The morning in spring is beautiful. I like to get up early and hide in my pillow while the sun is still nagging, so I sit next to the tiles in the flower bed. Enjoy the picturesque scenery with my bright eyes. Oh! Wrong. It is more beautiful than painting! Is it? Don't you think this more beautiful scenery created by Mother Earth is really beautiful?
In the morning, the streets are already very busy. If the street is compared to a burning kettle, then people are compared to the water in the kettle. It can be said that there is such a lively scene when it is boiling. In the cool morning, there are all kinds of bargaining voices in the food market; In the early morning, the sound of singing from a distant stream came; In the morning, there are birds singing excitedly; There is also the sound of children playing happily; Do you know any other sounds? Of course, that's the sound of studying at school. In the morning, our memory is better than usual. At this time, we will remember what we have read. I have a good memory in the morning. Otherwise, how could the ancients say that "a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning"?
There are too many beautiful scenery and sounds in the morning in Hunan. If I tell you everything, I can't finish talking for a while. Come and see the morning in Hunan when you are free. It will be so beautiful that you will forget everything.
I love my hometown. But I prefer the beautiful morning in my hometown. Because in the morning in my hometown, I wrapped a more beautiful scenery than a painting!
On the topic of hometown composition 5 Spring is the season when everything grows. Spring is the season that many writers praise. Similarly, spring is my favorite season. Spring in my hometown is always the most beautiful in my heart.
Spring is coming. As soon as I open the door, look, the ice and snow have melted! The sun shines on the ground, the wet ground emits soft golden light, and the breeze blows, bringing some fresh breath. I quickly looked up and breathed the breath of spring. The children went out again. They are sitting on the grass playing games. I shouted and ran after them to play. Hey! What are the brightly colored things in evergreen trees? When you look closer, it turns out to be a few flowers in bud, emitting a faint fragrance. Kites in the sky are very realistic. Fish are swimming, rabbits are jumping, ponies are running, turtles are crawling and butterflies are flying in the sky. Birds flew back from the south, attracted by the "animals" in the sky, and flew over to join in the fun. Ouch! How did the "little fish" fall and hang on the tree! We ran over and looked anxiously at the kite in the big tree. Miss Chun seems very considerate. Spring breeze can make leaves perk up and rattle. The kite dropped! We were so happy that we flew the kite again.
Standing on the bridge, holding the railing and looking down, I saw several ships teetering on the river. The river is unusually clear and the fish swim freely.
My grandparents were working in the fields, and I ran to help them. They were so happy that they touched my head and said with a smile, "Good! What a beautiful spring! It's sowing season again. Son, you should study hard, you know? " I smiled and nodded ... it rained heavily and the ground soon got wet. My mother hugged me carefully and told me not to step on the water, but I went to a place where there was more water, and the water splashed all over the floor and crackled. ...
"What flowers bloom in spring? What rains in spring? What winds blow in spring? ..... "Children are singing nursery rhymes, making the spring in their hometown more lovely! I like spring in my hometown.
About the topic of hometown composition 6 For a person who is used to living in a rural environment, who spends autumn in a noisy city like me, he always sighs from time to time: "It's better to go home!" There is nothing I want in this city. The weather is as warm as spring. Although it is cool in autumn, it is still sunny there. There is no silky breeze in the city. Although it is cool in autumn, the breeze there is still turbid. There is no clear stream in this city that I want. Although it is cool in autumn, the river there is still dirty.
Still the spirit of hometown is good! Walking on mountain paths and farmland paths, although it is autumn, there are still leaves on the trees. They are still green, and the breeze is blowing gently. They are so tenacious that they all seem to say, "I don't want to fall!" I don't want to fall! I want to play with Xifeng! " Look, look down slowly from Ye Er, grass, look at him, as green as Xiaoye, but still so lush! At sunset, the grass always meets the sunset glow, as if to say, "It's so warm! Sun, Sun, don't go! Blow bubbles with me! " These circles of sunset clouds are like holding this land in your hand. Wow! Look how radiant they are!
Good morning, my hometown! Get up early, come to the clean stream, take a breath of fresh air greedily, and stretch yourself lazily with all your strength. Look! That stream, emitting a burst of fragrance, like fruit, like grass, ah, really charming! Touch her gently, cool, soft, soft, like a silk scarf, like frost. Although it is autumn, she is still awake ... from time to time, a breeze blows in front of her. They are like marbles, jumping, trembling, numb and intoxicated in my face. ...
As I walked on, I thought of the city and the countryside. I thought autumn must be like this, or, where is he still like this? Now I am still walking in the black forest of the chimney, and I want to visit the autumn that lingers in the distant years.
There are many beautiful scenery in our hometown. There are beautiful tea mountains, towering pine forests and a century-old growing forest. But in my mind, the most beautiful scenery is not them, but the most ordinary four seasons.
In spring, everything revives and flowers are red and green. Spring girl makes the frozen stream flow; Let sleepy birds sing; Let the budding flowers bloom ... birds play on the lonely branches. There are a pair of thrushes here and a flock of sparrows there. It seems that a concert is being held. The originally dead mountain has been accompanied by flowers. Look, here is a morning glory; Look, there is a cluster of azaleas. It's like a beauty contest!
With the departure of spring, summer has arrived. The trees are extremely lush. The original flower sea has become a world of grass, and the whole hometown is green. Every time after dinner, you will always see such a scene: several old people sitting under the tree enjoying the cool while drinking tea, or children playing games with cats and dogs on the grass. Whenever everyone is asleep, at this time, there are often several spinning mothers singing beautiful songs on the branches, as if urging everyone to fall asleep quickly.
After summer, it is autumn. The whole hometown has become a golden ocean, with flaming maple trees, golden phoenix trees and golden rice fields. Teacher Qiu also brought many gifts to everyone! There are sweet apples, delicious pears, sweet and sour plums and delicious apricots ... which makes the farmer's uncle's face full of happy smiles.
With the departure of autumn, Winter Girl walked towards us with light steps. At this time, the children are happy! They had a snowball fight and made a snowman, and they had a good time. At this time, it began to snow. Little snowflakes floated gracefully on the children's faces, but they didn't seem to feel cold.
Ah! I love my hometown, especially its four seasons.
The topic composition about hometown came eight nights ago, quietly, quietly, and for a time, the earth was silent. The moon is curved, like a golden ship, and the dark blue night sky is an endless ocean. The ship is moving slowly, and I wonder if the front is an unreachable fairyland. There are not many clouds, only a few sparse ones, white and soft, like clouds of cotton, adding a touch of warmth and gentleness to the cold night sky. The milky way is weak, and what attracts the eye should be its thin water vapor. Listening to my ears, I can't hear any sound flowing quietly, so I guess it must not be very broad. I want to wake up the Cowherd and let him ride on him and cross the shallow river to meet the Weaver Girl. But I dare not shout loudly, for fear of waking up the immortals on the shore, and even more afraid of disturbing the good dream of this night.
Spring is flowing in the sky, but winter is snowy on the earth. Because of the snow, the trees in winter suddenly came alive. Crystal clear, just like the trunk made of ice sculpture and the branches made of crystal. Cold and noble, like the osmanthus tree in front of Chang 'e, it was left to the world tonight. I stayed in my heart in amazement, afraid to speak loudly, for fear of accidentally disturbing Yushu and making the ground full of debris.
At this time, the small village has also become a world of snow. White roof, flawless ground, no dust, whiteness and purity are the only themes here. Being in it, I really seem to have come to a dream country. The children made two big snowmen in the snow, wearing straw hats and holding brooms, guarding their world. The mind is purified and the mind becomes naive and romantic. Looking at the shallow footprints on the ground, I can't help thinking: Who has been here? Is it a beautiful Snow White or a kind dwarf? On this dreamlike night, how happy it is for the prince and princess to depend on each other under Yushu. ...
Obviously, standing in the snow, my thoughts drifted into fairy tales. I really can't tell whether I am in reality or in a fairy tale. ...
What a dreamy world it is at night in this small village!
Topic composition about hometown 9 Trees are shady and grass is delicious; Jiaozi pie, refreshing; Neighbors come and go, smiling. Ask where this is, and so is my hometown.
Every village has a fairy. The fairy in my hometown is called Green. She is a symbol of vitality. In spring, flowers are colorful, and trees don't give in. They all strive to grow taller. In summer, the wind blows through the Woods, causing cicadas to sing. Listen, they are still singing. It's too noisy! ! Since it is full of vitality, autumn and winter are no exception. The vast Wan Li is full of green fields. In short, the scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter is green.
If you want to ask about the food in my hometown, it must be jiaozi and pie. When I think about them, I can't suppress my salivary glands. When I bite it, the smell of oil lingers on the tip of my tongue and spreads, forcing you to take another bite. After eating, you will still feel unfinished. Of course, there are many delicious foods in my hometown, but I will introduce them here for the time being. Otherwise, I really wonder if I'm drooling in thousands of feet.
The most worthy of introduction are the people in our hometown. Neighbors are like relatives and friends, so they are not affectionate. In the evening, all the family members come out to enjoy the cool at home. From time to time, I see neighbors get together to talk about their families. They always talk about many topics, and sometimes I can get in a few words. As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. In our place, neighbors are like relatives. Whenever that family is in trouble, our neighbors will not be idle to help him. Look, the whole village is very happy. How nice! !
This is my hometown. Do you like it? You must like it! Then remember to come. At that time, I will personally show you around and take you to eat a lot of delicious food.
My hometown is in Xiangfan, which is a beautiful place. Surrounded by mountains, there are mountains and towers. What is intoxicating is the graceful Hanjiang River.
Whether it is calm or rough, the Han River is not beautiful for a moment. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are still so beautiful all year round.
In spring, the water in the Han River is green. It seems that the newly sprouted flowers and trees around decorate the Han River. Willow trees by the river put wicker into the water. Isn't that the Han River combing its hair? Swallows skim the river, and occasionally the tip of their tails touches the water. They see ripples rippling around. Little frogs and small fish also join in the fun. The little fish jumped out of the water and seemed to dance with the little frog's song. The little frog croaked, like a hymn of the Hanjiang River in spring.
In summer, the hot sun bakes the river in this place, making it very hot. At this time, the river is as calm as a big mirror, and you can see your beautiful figure when you stand by. If there is still a stone in it, the shadow will start to shake and slowly change from fuzzy to calm. At six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, the river is not calm, people swim and play in the water, and the river is full of songs and laughter. At eight o'clock in the evening, the river was calm again.
In autumn, the breeze blows across the river and ripples in circles, just like the Han River immediately becomes an old lady. Those wrinkles remind me of a sentence: "The green water is carefree, but my face is wrinkled by the wind." The fallen leaves on the tree, like a butterfly just dancing, whirled into the water, and suddenly they became a boat and rowed to the east. In autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the river becomes as blue as the sea again.
In winter, everything is covered with silver, but the Han River is still flowing, and the snow disappears when it floats into the river.
I love the Hanjiang River. I like its scenery all year round. Its four seasons are always so beautiful. In Xiangfan, she is like a great mother who nurtures her children.
Composition on the topic of hometown 1 1 I love my hometown. It is a beautiful and rich place, delicious, fun and beautiful. It has everything. It is Nantong, a sacred place.
Walking into my hometown, you can smell the fragrance of flowers and plants everywhere. Birds are singing in the trees, insects are playing in the forest, and dogs are playing happily. Free life makes us grow up healthily in the embrace of our motherland.
There are many specialties in my hometown, such as Xiting shortcake, peach-embedded sesame cake, Shigang Rufu, Rugao ham, blue printed cloth, clam, white cattail dry tea and so on.
Among them, Meretrix meretrix is recognized by the world as "the freshest in the world". Mei Zeng, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a poem "Hailing delivers the car to the house to enjoy the valley". The meat of Meretrix meretrix is very tender, nutritious and high in protein. Its shell is like a brightly colored fan, which can be made into exquisite packaging boxes or exquisite handicrafts in clam oil, which is very attractive. Everyone has eaten shortbread, right? But do you know Xiting shortbread? Its original name is Long Fu White Cat Crisp, which started in Guangxu period of Qing Dynasty and has a history of 100 years. Because it is produced in Xiting Town, it is called Xiting Crisp.
Blue calico is a traditional printing and dyeing product in China. In the Song Dynasty, it was called patch cloth, and in the Ming Dynasty, it was called washed printed cloth. It is mainly produced in Nantong. Blue calico is mainly used to make clothes, quilts, pillowcases, etc. Its patterns are simple, beautiful and auspicious, and most of them are based on birds and animals, flowers and trees, myths and legends, such as Five Blessingg's birthday celebration, good luck, lion rolling hydrangea and carp yue longmen. Now there have been many handicrafts, such as printed blue cloth curtains, wall hangings, tablecloths, handbags and so on. In particular, the printed blue cloth fashion outlines a beautiful landscape in Nantong.
This is my beautiful hometown, a rich place.
On the topic of hometown composition 12 Baotou city, Inner Mongolia is located at the southern end of Inner Mongolia Plateau. Baotou originated from Mongolian "Baoketu", which means "where there are deer", so it is also called "Lucheng". Baotou is a city with personal beauty, fine quality and beautiful scenery. Today, Baotou is a beautiful garden city with wide and clean streets, high-rise buildings, trees and squares of different styles everywhere.
In 2005, Baotou was named "National Civilized City". My hometown Baotou has many beautiful tourist attractions, including the scenic Tara Park in Sai Han, which is the largest urban grassland in Asia. The rippling "Nanhai Wetland Park" is known as the "West Lake beyond the Great Wall"; A "beautiful natural scenic spot" with majestic and strange mountains and dangers; There is also the "Five Dangzhao", which is as famous as Potala Palace in Tibet and Ta 'er Temple in Qinghai, and so on. Among these places of interest, my favorite is Nanhai Wetland Park. Let me introduce my hometown, West Lake beyond the Great Wall-Nanhai Park. In the past, it used to be an ancient road of the Jiuqu Yellow River. After the river diverted to the south, the water surface and beachhead grassland were formed, which were divided into water activity area and lakeside tourist area. In the south of the South China Sea, surrounded by green hills and jade belts of the Yellow River in the south, the lake is rippling with blue waves, the lakeside water plants are rich, seagulls soar in the sky and the scenery is unique.
The development zone combines the natural beauty and artificial beauty here, which makes it not only rugged, but also has the charm and aura of Jiangnan water town, enjoys the reputation of "West Lake beyond the Great Wall" and becomes one of the unique tourist attractions of Grassland Steel City. Traveling here can not only boating on the water, fishing in the lake, exploring the secluded places in the park, but also enjoying the pleasant scenery of the South China Sea. This is my hometown-beautiful Baotou, I love my hometown!
My hometown is located in Xiaoshahe Village, Xinying Township, Xiji County, Guyuan City, Ningxia, where it is beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
In spring, the weather is getting warmer and warmer, the rivers in my hometown are thawed, and the mountains are singing "Hua Hua". From a distance, the whole village is dressed in green, the animals on the mountain are waking up, and the earth is completely new! Farmers' uncles are busy again, digging holes, sowing seeds and fertilizing. As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring", and they sow the seeds of hope.
In summer, the mountains are covered with lush green, dense Woods and flowers, which can be seen everywhere. Walking on the mountain path, breathing fresh air, enjoying the beautiful scenery, picking wild flowers by the roadside and listening to the squeaking of crickets is really wonderful!
At this time, the farmer's uncle has already started harvesting wheat, and the wind is blowing golden wheat waves. Although the farmers' uncles are wiping the sweat from their cheeks, it is hard to hide their joy of harvest. ...
Autumn is a beautiful scene, the mountains are golden yellow, the leaves fall like dancing butterflies, and after a breeze, they don't want to dance in the air. Uncle farmer is busy digging potatoes again. Look! Those white fat potatoes are sunbathing in the fields and enjoying the autumn sunshine. From the cheerful expression of the farmer's uncle, we can know that this year is another bumper year. Busy women began to sew cotton-padded clothes and shoes. Prepare to let your lovely children have a warm winter.
Unconsciously, winter came, although the branches on the mountain became bare, but after a heavy snow, white snow and them formed a beautiful scenery. What a look of "blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" Farmers' uncles who have been busy for a year should have a rest this season. They gathered around the hot stove and enjoyed the joy after the harvest. Naughty children wear cotton-padded clothes and shoes sewn by themselves. Find a clearing and start skiing, snowball fights, making snowmen and making cakes. Don't underestimate the children of farmers. They have rich imagination! They added many poems and paintings to this season.
My hometown is like a harmonious picture, and I will always remember her. Ah! I love you! My hometown!
On the topic of hometown composition 14 My hometown is in the beautiful and rich Jianghan Plain, known as Jianli, Hubei, the land of plenty. Over the past 30 years of reform and opening up, earth-shaking changes have taken place in my hometown. In recent years, I have been going back to my hometown for the Spring Festival with my parents every year. What I feel most is that the roads in my hometown have changed greatly every year.
According to my father, the roads in my hometown used to be dirt roads, winding and rugged, dusty in sunny days and muddy in rainy days. I remember that I was still in kindergarten at that time, and I was naughty. Every time I go back to my hometown for the New Year, my mother always brings me a lot of clothes to change, and I have to buy a pair of deep rain boots from the city to prevent the dirt on the road from staining my clothes. Even so, when I came home, I was either Cinderella or a little clay figurine. At that time, it took several hours to walk more than ten kilometers from the city to the countryside. My father can only let my uncle carry new year's goods in the city. When I saw my uncle sweating, I thought, if only I could drive to the door like Beijing.
Really changed. When I came home last year, cement roads were built in the village, and rows of trees were planted on the roadside. Cars can always drive to the door, and the roads in the town are even wider and flatter. I also drew traffic signs and installed traffic lights, as well as overpasses and turntables. People and cars come and go on the road, which is very lively. The Suiyue Expressway under construction also passes through our hometown, and so does my third uncle. Once, Sanbo smiled and said to me, "Jianuo, now that the road has been repaired, my uncle's place is almost the same as the city." I spent more than 200 thousand on this building. In the countryside, the air is good and the water is good. I eat eggs, fresh fish and pollution-free vegetables every day to make sure that you, a Beijing chicken, are getting longer and more beautiful, and you will want to come again when you come. "
People often say that communication is an emotional bond, and I think the road is also an emotional bond. The road in my hometown is like a long ribbon, connecting towns and villages, harmony and prosperity, dreams and hopes.