Quotes about missing my hometown

1. The creek in my hometown is like a mirror. If you say it is green, it is as green as an emerald. If you say it is clear, you can see it in the water. of fish. I remember when I was a kid, I asked some friends to come here to catch small fishes. Those small fishes were so slippery that they couldn’t be caught, and they also loved to play hide-and-seek with you. One time I was about to catch a small fish, and I pounced forward, but the small fish disappeared in the blink of an eye. As a result, I didn't catch the fish, but my clothes got wet. I was scolded by my mother when I got home, but every time I went to catch fish I would still come back with a full load.

2. Our hometown is the root of our growth, and our hometown is the home of our memories. Our hometown witnesses our happiness, and our hometown records our growth. The wanderers who live far away from home regard their hometown as their mother, and the children who do not change their local accent regard their hometown as their magnetic field. The deep nostalgia and lingering thoughts, no one can ever cut off the lingering feelings of hometown.

3. My hometown is a crystal clear river, hence the name "Qingjiang River". It is so peaceful and beautiful. She is like a big green satin spread in the criss-crossing valley, shining brightly in the sun. She is jubilant and singing all the way. When the breeze blows, it makes ripples and seems to set off her beautiful beauty. The train of the skirt gives a glimpse of the beauty.

4. The hometown I miss, if my heart is a dove flying in my hometown, then my warm nest must be you----my hometown. The autumn colors are like water, the spring scenery is bright, the starry sky in winter nights, and the blazing heat in summer are all I miss deeply. A tree in my hometown, a piece of soil, a cloud, a cloud of fog, a gust of wind and a drop of rain all appeared before my eyes. After passing the winding path and coming to the forest by the river, I picked up a yellow leaf that fell on the ground. Looking at this fallen leaf, I conveniently hid it in the drawer of time, waiting for the opportunity of new life.

5. Before we leave our hometown, our hometown is like a beautiful picture. We play in the picture, but we can only see the distant sunset at the end of the sky. When we leave our hometown, it is like a hanging painting. No matter how we walk in, it is always separated by a thin veil...