Introduction: There are many beautiful, exciting and unforgettable places in this world.

But the taste of hometown is unique.

The following is an excellent 600-word essay on the taste of hometown for the second grade of junior high school. Welcome to refer to it.

Chapter 1: Excellent 600-word essay on the taste of hometown in the second grade of junior high school. Chongqing is my hometown.

The smell of hometown is the wisps of cooking smoke rising from the mountains, the freshness floating out of the bamboo tubes, the hearty laughter in the courtyard of the old house, and the attractive mystery of the fields.

Chongqing is a mountainous place, and the bamboo forests all over the mountains and plains are green all year round. The cool evening breeze shuttles through the bamboo forests, bringing with it the faint smell of bamboo shoots.

It is not the weak bamboo in Jiangnan gardens. It is tall and straight, drinking in the wind and dew, and full of wild beauty that makes people happy; it is not the exquisite bamboo carvings on the windowsills. It is naturally stretched, flexible and vigorous, and uses

The bamboo baskets made of it are people's most simple companions.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, I greeted the people inside with a smile.

The greedy guard dog, Pangpang, ran over wagging his fluffy tail, and it was time to eat.

Grandma brought the steaming rice dumplings, her serene smile rippling on her gently undulating wrinkles.

Across the table, Dad loudly greeted everyone to pick up food, and his hearty laughter filled the small room.

My cousin and I were not in the mood to eat, so we picked up a piece of meat to tease "Pangpang".

Pangpang waggled his tail desperately at first. After waiting for a long time, he finally got impatient and let out a loud bark. My cousin and I were so scared that our hands loosened and the meat fell to the ground.

I picked up a piece of unknown pastry that was fried to golden brown, and my teeth almost fell off.

Dad laughed, the smell of happiness was permeating the sun? The smell of hometown is still a bit mysterious.

The "bitter grass" among the vegetable borders always has a strong herbal smell similar to mugwort leaves.

I know it. Its leaves are arranged like a pagoda. My father told me that it can stop nosebleeds. I always want to give it a try.

Dad said that there is a monster called a demon in the mountains at night, with glaring green eyes.

I asked my grandma, who was carrying sweet potato in the evening, if this was true. Grandma nodded and pursed her lips tightly, as if the sweet potato was a monster.

I was five years old that year, and white potatoes became very mysterious in my eyes.

The taste of my hometown is the giant river crabs that grow by the pool, the half of the boiled fish shared with my cousin, the spicy tofu pudding made by my aunt, and the smoked sausages sent by my grandma thousands of miles away; the taste of my hometown is like the mist locking the top of a mountain.

The softness of the mountain mist, the smell of hometown, is like the mystery of the endless water and the tail water. Oh, the smell of hometown.

Chapter 2: Excellent composition of 600 words on the taste of hometown in the second grade of junior high school. There are many beautiful, exciting and unforgettable places in this world.

But the taste of hometown is unique.

My hometown is Qingchuan County in Guangyuan, where the people and things have their own unique flavor.

I still remember the creek behind my house. It is an athlete who is always full of energy. He will not stop for the colorful colors of spring, nor will he give in to the cold of winter.

I smelled vitality in him.

Jinniu Square in Qingchuan County is a place where our children linger.

The golden bull statue in the square has resolutely become a playground in our eyes.

The twelve zodiac statues in the center of the square also became our mounts, and sometimes we would lie lazily on it and bask in the sun.

The poor wild dogs around the square have also become our playmates. When we find wild dogs, we sit on our mounts and use the pebbles and dirt in our hands to carry out long-range attacks. At this time, the wild dogs will fall into the wild with their tails between their legs.

When we ran away, we laughed in unison.

I could smell happiness from the children playing in the square.

Ginkgo trees have also become a beautiful scenery in Qingchuan County. A row of ginkgo trees will be planted along the street. Under the sway of the wind, they give branches and leaves to passers-by; under the beating of rain, they give umbrellas to passers-by; under the scorching sun,

Under the sunshine, give coolness to passers-by; under the coldness of winter, give warmth to passers-by.

I smell the smell of caring for others from the ginkgo tree.

There is a large flowerbed in Mingxin Square. There are many beautiful flowers in it. There is one? The king of flowers. A brightly colored rose. It shows its unique charm under the swaying of the breeze, like a beautiful girl.

Dancing in the air.

The sky here is blue, the ground is green, and the air is fresh.

The flowers smell like flowers, the leaves smell like leaves, and the people there are all happy.

I love my hometown, which is a kind of instinctive care and love. I hope that my hometown will be built more beautiful and maintain its own unique taste! Chapter 3: An excellent 600-word essay on the taste of my hometown for the second grade of junior high school. Strolling in my hometown again

On the street, my fingers touched the familiar red bricks with ink tiles, and the familiar rural accent echoed in my ears. Seeing the people coming and going around, I felt an inexplicable peace of mind in my heart.