In my mind, there is no difference between hometown and home, because hometown is also called hometown, and going home is going home. Although there are differences, the direction is the same, the road is the same, the mood when walking on the road is the same, the faces are the same, and the warmth is the same.
I have compared myself to a kite flying in my hometown more than once. No matter how high and far I fly, I can't get rid of the kite string. This thin kite string is actually an interactive complex, which contains my lingering concern and eager expectation for my old parents, as well as my nostalgia and reluctance for my old parents, old houses, trees and those playmates.
I have compared myself to a small tree from my native land more than once. No matter how thick it grows, it cannot be separated from the caress of the land. Although this loess is barren, it is broad, generous, kind, persistent and selfless forever, which makes me stand firm, erect and look around without scruple.
"My mother is a hundred years old and often reads eighty children." A person, from hometown to old parents, no matter how old or tall, will always be a child. A person has become a new individual in this world after his mother's painful delivery, just like a beautiful kite, with its own sky. However, his mother is worried about the journey of thousands of miles, and his old parents will always hold the kite string tightly and look up at your every move, even if their hands are sweaty and their necks are sore, they will not give up. What a touching picture between this vast world! The kite string that flutters with the wind is not the umbilical cord of life, but conveys strength, wisdom and courage for you in the distant sky!
When I was a child, my grandparents, my parents seemed to have discussed it in advance. If we don't study hard, we will say seriously: "Look at those people who eat state grain, they eat white and fat." If you don't study hard, you can't write well. In the end, you only need to repair the soil, and your legs are stuck in the ditch. I'll never get out! "Later, I was admitted to a normal school and became a public teacher after graduation. Later, I walked around with a piece of paper, waiting for my hometown for seconds and seconds. Only then did I find that those so-called second hometowns were just temporary resting places. The compass of my mind has never deviated from my hometown for a moment, just like a compass. No matter how big the span between my feet is, no matter how big the circle I draw, I can't leave the center of my hometown.
The poet Shu Ting mused in The Return of the Native: "My wandering feet are tired, so I put my head on the shoulders of the mountains ... as if I had walked a long way, but I have returned to the place where I first started ..." This wonderful poem, like Yang in my hometown, constantly touches my tired heart; Also like the apricot blossom rain in my hometown, it sticks to my empty bag and I can't play. Isn't it? It seems that I have come a long way, but my heart is still sleeping in my hometown.
Admitted to normal school, I walked out of the "far" door for the first time and went to school in the county town more than forty miles away from home. My father's legs and feet are inconvenient, so my mother led my sister to take me to the parking spot in front of the village to wait for the bus. My mother doesn't have much education, but on the way, she told me to study hard again and again, and told my sister to learn from my brother. I walked silently, as if I were going thousands of miles away, and I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. It is not a thousand miles of ambition, nor is it full of lofty sentiments. Maybe this is a kind of sadness. When the bus left, I suddenly felt like a uprooted small tree, unable to sit or stand. Looking back through the back glass of the car, I clearly saw my mother still standing there. Her hair was blown by the morning breeze and stretched like countless kite lines, holding on to my erratic kite ... Unconsciously, tears had climbed up my cheeks.
My hometown is not a poetry magazine, but every page is poetry. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home. "This silk thread is not traction, so that no matter where you are, you can't forget the direction of your hometown and the narrow path home. But I look to my hometown, the twilight is fading in the sunset and evening breeze, and I am a stranger alone in a foreign land. What you can see at a glance is the yearning of your old mother leaning against the door frame and the smell of rice wrapped in smoke. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? Moonlight, such as water, and autumn wind, such as silk, will always take you to your hometown under the moon, let you look at your old father's pipe in a bright and dark way, and let you enjoy the red dates carefully selected by your old mother. How bright the moonlight is at home! Because there is your hometown under the moon and homesickness soaked by moonlight.
After running outside for decades, I couldn't help myself at first, but later I got tired of life. There are only a handful of times to go home in a year, and sometimes I feel particularly tired and guilty. One side of the soil and water raises the other. My parents say that the soil and water in my hometown are the most moist, so I might as well go home for a few days, drink the water in my hometown and eat the radish and cabbage grown in my own field.
2. Based on the study of Peiping, talk about my hometown Guanlin with my hometown. Although it is not a famous town, it also has charming scenery.
My hometown in spring is covered with colorful clothes. Look! The branches have slightly exposed some cyan, and strings of azaleas are purple. Outside the window, I began to hear birds singing. This is the bird singing spring.
Where is the song of heaven! After a period of rain, everything in my hometown is brilliant and beautiful. Under the sunshine, the stream in my hometown looks clearer, with blue waves and golden light. My hometown in spring is full of vitality.
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. In the evening, crickets sing on the grass. There is a pond in my hometown. Lotus flowers are in full bloom and dragonflies are flying all over the sky. Xiao He has just exposed its sharp corner, and dragonflies have long stood on it. Children in my hometown have a good time in the lotus pond: swimming, fishing, catching shrimps and picking lotus roots.
In autumn, my hometown put on a golden red solemn evening dress. The fields in my hometown are full of golden fruits. Leaves on both sides of the street, rustling down, issued a "rustling" sound. Autumn in my hometown is the season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and sowing.
In winter, my hometown changed into a simple white robe. In the streets of my hometown, there is snow everywhere and telephone poles are frozen. It's snowing, and snowflakes fall like catkins and reeds. It's beautiful. The snow stopped, and the roofs, fences and wooden sheds of the village were covered with snow everywhere. This is really a beautiful snow scene.
The four seasons in my hometown have different characteristics. Although there are not many beautiful scenery in my hometown, in my eyes, the scenery in my hometown is always the most beautiful!
Based on my study in Beiping, I love loquat in Fuqing, my hometown. In late autumn and early winter, loquat trees have blossomed with pale yellow flowers. Loquat flowers bloom the most in the twelfth lunar month and have the reputation of "negative snowflake". Although the loquat flower is small, it is not as beautiful as the rose peony, but it exudes a faint fragrance when everything is dying, which makes people intoxicated. Winter goes and spring comes. Like a shy little girl hiding in the green leaves in the shape of a pipa, it looks green from a distance, as if it were decorated with jade. In April and May, the green loquat trees were covered with loquats, like golden lanterns, mixed among the green leaves, really like golden fruits pressing branches and shining like stars. There are many varieties of loquat, including "Zaozhong No.6", which is sweet and sour. There are flat and round "orange red" ... they have different varieties, different "appearances" and different smells, but no matter which one, it will make your mouth water. Loquat is mostly the size of an egg. Loquat is blue first, and then turns yellow. It is sour when it is immature and sweet when it is mature. Sometimes I eat too much loquat and my teeth are falling out. Do you know that?/You know what? But it's still a little sour. I can't wait to take off its yellow and thin coat. The flesh inside is crystal clear. When I take a bite, the juice is bright and the fragrance overflows my mouth. The taste is soft and sweet, with endless aftertaste. My hometown ... Fuqing ... likes loquat in my hometown.
I want to imitate Peiping with 300 words. I feel very warm when I imitate "I want Beiping" and "I want Beiping". Although there is no gorgeous language, what moves me more is her daily language.
I can't help but think of this Hangzhou, which has nurtured me for 18 years, and this moist Jiangnan. One branch and one leaf, always concerned. If I were asked to write an article about Hangzhou, I would, because I can choose what I know. However, if I were asked to write an article to record the rights of Hangzhou, I couldn't do it, because I know so little about Hangzhou, and I don't have a singer's beautiful voice, so I can't praise Hangzhou with moving songs. I don't have the profound thinking of philosophers, I can't comment on Hangzhou in rigorous language, I don't have the flexible limbs of dancers, and I can't decorate Hangzhou with beautiful dance steps; I only use my poor sentences to explain my Hangzhou. My Hangzhou is beautiful, and it is precisely because of the beautiful scenery that Hangzhou people are nurtured and Hangzhou culture is so prosperous. Lu Xun said: "As for the scenery of the West Lake, although pleasant, there are places to eat and play. If you can't leave, the lakes and mountains will also kill people's ambitions, such as Yuan Zicai. " It's boring to live a life of bleaching and dyeing. "It can be seen that Hangzhou is an extremely comfortable place. I'm ashamed to say that although I'm from Hangzhou and haven't traveled far, I don't know much about Hangzhou. At most, I have some impressions of "West Lake Vinegar Fish" and "Dongpo Meat". But also because they are all famous dishes I barely remember, such as "snowballing usury" in Beijing. But I really like it. I can't express this love in words. How much love? Just as a mother loves her children, "fear in her mouth, fear in her hands"! I know a little about Hangzhou culture, which is easily distorted, such as food festivals and temple fairs, but it can be combined with food. To say, only the West Lake culture is worth my trouble, knowing that I am proud. The history, celebrities, legends and festivals of the West Lake ... Lin Hejing, Mei's wife and crane; Su Xiaoxiao, a generation of famous prostitutes; Su Dong broke, Hang Taishou; Yue Fei, Hangzhou hero; They are the pride of Hangzhou, and they make Hangzhou beautiful. Hangzhou is really good and full of talents. I write about Hangzhou, not Hangzhou, but my Hangzhou, yes, my Hangzhou! True love Hangzhou, true love.
5. Seeking the composition "Hometown" requires imitating the hometown in Lu Xun's "Scream". I will always dream of one day. I accidentally read a sentence by writer Mo Huaiwei, "The sunset in the sea of clouds is erratic, and the sunset in the United States will set in the blink of an eye. Only the sunset in my hometown can touch people's hearts most." Yes! Only the sunset in my hometown can touch people's hearts most! In order to study, I embarked on the road of leaving home, but the memory of my hometown did not fade with time, but became clearer and clearer. As a poem says, "The song of hometown is the flute of Qingyuan, which always rings with the moon at night." Being in a foreign country, whenever I look up at the bright moon, I will think of my hometown. My hometown is in the southwest plain of Shandong, where there are always endless wheat fields. In the morning, there is a sound. In the evening, a wisp of kitchen smoke enveloped it infinitely gently. The memory of my hometown is like a dam. Just open a small mouth and it will burst. Now, when I stand outside my hometown and my childhood, I still find my figure floating in this familiar and unfamiliar land. Even if time is a killer, it will never take away the memory of hometown. I still remember the winding river at the entrance to the village. I still remember the crooked neck tree planted by my father, which had colorful childhood dreams; I still remember the well in the east of the village, and the dark wellhead was loaded with my anxiety. Time can wither the green leaves, make the face aging, turn the sea into a mulberry field, but it can't weather my infinite memories of my hometown. My hometown is my eternal dream. If I were a rootless orchid and a flying autumn canopy, the memory of my hometown would be my strength to return to the earth. Time can turn water into steam, but it can't stop steam from condensing into water. Back to earth. When the raindrop proudly said to the earth, "I am a child who has been exiled and recalled by you for thousands of times." Time can only sigh, because there is nothing I can do in front of the memory of my hometown. Time will not dilute people's memory of their hometown, otherwise, how can there be a melancholy whisper of "how many people will return to the riverside in spring?" Otherwise, how can there be a delusion of "I don't know where to blow willow, but I hope to come to my hometown all night?" Otherwise, how can there be the expectation that "Jiang Nanan is spring and green, and I will return to the moon to shine"? Otherwise, how can there be the melancholy of "looking back at my hometown, the road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi"? Birds miss the old forest, and fish in the pond miss their hometown. The memory of our hometown will become clearer as we get old. Even if time goes by, our memories of our hometown will never be weathered.
6. The composition describing Nanjing is written after Peiping, one of the seven ancient capitals of China.
The excavation of the skull of Tangshan ape-man in the eastern suburb shows that there was a footprint of "Nanjing ape-man" 350 thousand years ago. Since Wu Dong established Nanjing as the capital in 229 AD, Nanjing has become Kyoto for ten times, leaving a rich historical and cultural heritage.
Nanjing, located in the "Golden Triangle" area of the Yangtze River, is an important city in China's regional economy. Nanjing's external transportation extends in all directions, forming a three-dimensional transportation system and network of aviation, expressway, railway and Yangtze River shipping.
Nanjing is surrounded by mountains and waters, with lush green cages, mountains, rivers, cities and forests, and its natural features have long enjoyed a good reputation. Nature has endowed Nanjing with beautiful mountains and rivers, and history has left a splendid culture here.
Dr. Sun Yat-sen once famously summed up the beauty of Nanjing: "There are mountains, plains and deep waters here. It is difficult to find this beautiful place among the three major cities in the world." Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and Ming Mausoleum, located at the foot of Purple Mountain in the east of the city, are embedded in the lush purple mountain with magnificent layout.
The remains of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom are towering. Dozens of mausoleums in the Southern Dynasties are exquisitely carved, which is a great system of a generation and a treasure of the country.
Qixia temple's Inner Buddha Pagoda, with its vigorous shape, well-proportioned and gorgeous decoration, is a rare boutique among the existing stone pagodas in China. The Presidential Palace, Yuhuatai Martyrs Cemetery, Memorial Hall for Victims of Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders, Memorial Hall for Meiyuan New Village and Victory Monument for Crossing the River are historical witnesses of China's democratic revolution.
Xuanwu Lake, surrounded by water on three sides and facing the city on one side, is known as the "Pearl of Jinling", with overlapping peaks and rippling blue waves. Mochou Lake contains touching and beautiful legends, with beautiful scenery and flowers. It is elegant, beautiful, open-minded and unrestrained.
Yunjin, known as the "living fossil" of China brocade craft and the "national treasure" with unique Nanjing characteristics, has become the representative of Nanjing tourism commodities. The delicious Qinhuai snacks and salted duck are famous at home and abroad.
Today's Nanjing is not only a modern civilized and economic metropolis, but also a beautiful Xiushan Lishui, a quiet city, a pattern of streets, gardens and green squares.
* * * Construct a colorful picture of mountains, rivers, cities and forests, and show the unique charm of "green ancient capital and cultural city". .
7. Imitating the composition of Lu Xun's hometown was on holiday. I left the reinforced concrete city and reunited with my hometown I haven't seen for more than ten years.
The Spring Festival is coming, but there are not many people. It's cloudy and a heavy snow is brewing. On the bluestone path, there are several pavilions near and far. The field is a mess, and there are also some furry grass people. The cold wind blew into my heart, and it was almost falling apart.
Hey! Where is my hometown? .
My hometown when I was a child was much more beautiful than this, but I don't remember it. Now I see that my hometown looks like a forgotten village. I know that those young and capable people have gone to the city. All that's left is dying old people. Actually, I should have known, but I still have a glimmer of hope for my hometown. Now it seems that I have gone with the wind.
This time I went home for the New Year, mainly to visit my grandparents. Grandpa had an accident. I'm afraid he's dying. I am his only grandson. In the second half of next year, I am going to study abroad. In the meantime, I have no time to go home. I have to register on the eleventh day of the first month, and I have to go back to my mother before, so I have to leave here before the eighth day of August.
When I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw smoke curling up on the roof of every household. At this time, everyone is cooking dinner. Hardly had I reached the door when the dog ran out and barked at me. Grandma came out to open the door and happily took the big bag in my hand. When I entered the room, my grandfather was lying in bed and couldn't speak when he saw me. There are a lot of pork and a big pig head hanging on the wall.
8. Writing a composition by imitating your hometown is to write about the changes of people in your hometown. When I was a child, I always wondered how this winding road could be so long that it would never reach the end of the road. When I was a child, I always complained that this closed and crowded town was too small to see the end of the sky forever. When I was a child, I wanted to fly very much. I always feel that my family has tied my wings. I always feel that my dream is sealed by love, and I am always impatient. When I grow up, the roads and water in my hometown can only be recalled in my dreams. The city lights are bright, but the one that belongs to me is gone. The sky in the city is vast, but it lacks wings to shelter me from the wind and rain. The long road of my hometown, now that I think about it, is like a thread that binds the wandering heart of a wanderer. The city in my hometown, if covered with a shed, is the eternal spiritual refuge for wanderers. Years are cold, and my hometown is slack. In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland. Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long. At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden. Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus. Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats. In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it. How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet. When is the triumph? The beauty of hometown The beauty of hometown is the water of that hometown. In the morning, the sun shines on the lotus water, and there are strings of gold beads and silver beads. The moon falls on the lake, and the water in that hometown is my favorite. Brother is sitting on the water piano, and Liu Er is drunk. Sister A-mei is busy washing clothes, and her laughter is ringing. Beautiful hometown is a soft hometown. The wind by the water gently blows the sky. Swallows flying far away, please hurry back to your beautiful hometown. Best of all, the people in that hometown sing every day and feel happy every year. The beauty of hometown is rooted in the heart. The beauty of hometown is the swallows flying in the distance gently blown by the water and wind in hometown. Please hurry back to the beauty of your hometown. The beauty of hometown is that the gentle wind near the water gently blows the swallows flying in the distance.