Whenever I see the land in my hometown, I feel anxious. This is probably because I come from a peasant family who has been farming for generations. I have a special feeling for the land. Later, after listening to Qin Mu's radio essay "Land", I was so excited that I burst into tears and had a deep understanding of "Land is the lifeblood of farmers". Although I will never farm again in my life, I often dream that "beans are planted in Nanshan" and my feelings for the land remain the same. However, the folks in my hometown, the farmers who used to be proud of the owners of the land, don't cherish it now. Use. It is no exaggeration to describe it as "profligacy" and "cutting the moon every day"

With the reform and opening up, land has been contracted, and large areas of land have been divided into small pieces and distributed to farmers, so farmers have the autonomy of land use. The small courtyard where previous generations lived felt uncomfortable, so they rushed to build houses in the contracted land. Past tile-roofed houses have sprung up like a new army, with dense forests. In this way, the central part of the original village is empty, while the surrounding areas of the village are expanding indefinitely, resulting in large areas of fertile land being occupied and abandoned. Let's say the high-yield field in the north of our village, which is the only gift left by the Yellow River water-the fat red silt. It once broke the record of high yield of 1000 kilograms per mu of wheat. A few days after graduating from high school and returning to my hometown to work, I participated in the scientific experimental group of creating high yield organized by the production team. The experimental field was selected on the red silt land in the north of the village. For several years, we dug wells there for irrigation, and we weeded and fertilized there. Hard work pays off, and we have set a record of high yield of 680 kg, 820 kg and 980 kg per mu of wheat for three consecutive years. So, the newspaper reporter interviewed and the TV station took photos. I was very popular and participated in the county model association.

It is this land that records a glorious experience of my growth and makes our production team get rid of the hat of lack of food; It is this land that has become the object of hundreds of people's visits, and it has been made into a documentary "Ten Thousand Mu of Wheat Harvest", which has become the glory and pride of our village people. Nowadays, in this land, houses are built, trees are planted, and even some farmers dig pits to burn bricks and pull soil to sell money. A good fertile land has become fragmented and riddled with holes. The land is as flat as a mirror and the wheat waves are rolling, which can never be seen again. As the son of a farmer born and raised in Sri Lanka, people and themselves feel sad.

Once, I asked an uncle who was building a house on cultivated land: "Isn't it painful to build a house on such good land?"

He shook his head helplessly: "If you don't feel bad, it's a lie, but what can you do?" ! Now that a small piece of yours and a small piece of mine have been divided, who can't build it? Didn't you watch the story before and after? Those who don't build houses are also densely planted with trees. " \

"Do you know this is illegal?"

"What is illegal? This method, that method, there is no way to go below. "

After a long silence, I was speechless.

What else can I say? Loving the land has always been a fine tradition of farmers in China. In order to get land, they can voluntarily participate in the revolution and smash the shackles that bind the land; In order to defend the land, they can voluntarily participate in bloody wars. "A cow in 30 acres of land, a child's wife hot kang" was once the ideal of a generation of farmers. How eager people were to get land at that time! I witnessed people and villages fighting for a line of land, and I also saw people bleeding for that little land. They can work hard and fight for it. But now, their feelings for the land are so numb and indifferent, and wasting and ruining the land is so generous and generous. In the face of decreasing land, I want to warn people with a saying in the environmental protection field: "Don't wait until the last drop of water left on the earth is people's tears before you begin to regret." Similarly, cherish our land, people! Don't wait until there is nothing to eat on the earth before you begin to know the preciousness of the land!

2. I love this land. My hometown, Guiyang, located in the middle of Guizhou Province, is one of the regions with the richest mineral resources in China. There are more than 50 kinds of mineral resources such as aluminum, coal, iron, magnesium, silicon, barite, marble, dolomite, limestone and kaolin.

Guiyang is located in the center of this area. Guiyang has a subtropical humid climate, with no heat in summer and no cold in winter. The annual average temperature is about 15 degrees, which is a beautiful place. Therefore, the population of Guiyang has grown rapidly in recent years, which has brought great pressure to Guiyang invisibly, because more houses will increase, and it is necessary to cover an area to build a house. Then, the "forest city" will soon become a house city, and buildings will rise from the ground. Although it is magnificent, have you heard the cries of "land" pressed by thick cement?

When you walk on the concrete road, it may have been a clear stream, as if silently accusing human beings of occupying its home. If we develop our land and occupy it indiscriminately, plants and animals will be far away from us. Without land, crops cannot grow. Maybe 30 years later, there will be yellow sand floating in the sky and the sky will be like a heavy casserole. The sun will hang listlessly in the sky, looking so tired, and the choking smell in the air is unbearable. By then it will be too late, and we can only do nothing.

It is often seen on TV that the ocean accounts for 70% of the total area of the earth and the land accounts for 30% of the total area of the earth, which shows how important land is to human beings, animals and plants. Friends, do you know that the utilization of natural resources has exceeded 20% of human self-renewal ability, and the life species on the earth have decreased by 35%, including freshwater species by 54%, marine species by 35% and forest species by 15%. Every day, countless construction teams desperately build houses in places that used to be rice fields, vegetable fields, fish ponds and groves.

Some rich uncles and aunts are selfish enough to build their own parking lots because they can't afford two or three houses. If the existing land is not strictly protected, mankind will have to move to another planet. Each of us likes green grass, its tenacious vitality and the fantasy of lying on it. It is a gift from nature to mankind. It stretches like a green carpet to the distance, making people shine at the moment and feel comfortable.

On the grass, senior three brothers and sisters are talking about their ideals in groups of three or five, and the old people are sitting there reminiscing about their youth. What a beautiful picture of life! I like the blue sky, its purity, and playing happily in its arms. It is a good friend of mankind. The blue sky and white clouds evoked many people's imagination: my sister said, "That's delicious cotton candy."

I said; "It's a white sailing boat floating on the sea, taking them to the other side of knowledge." Dad said, "It's the most precious wealth of people."

Land is a non-renewable and limited precious resource. Every citizen should join hands, cherish every inch of land, make good use of every inch of land, don't ruin his home for petty gain, and don't make Mother Earth cry for immediate comfort. When I was a child, I often had a dream that there was a square basket under a pile of colorful balloons. My cat and I are in that basket, floating in the wind, everywhere.

When I wake up from a dream, I always find myself firmly lying on a soft bed, and my cat meows at me in front of the bed, which seems to have telepathy. There is a small sapling in front of the door, which was planted by my father in the month when I was born. It is said that it will be healthier than the eldest child.

But I never understood why I eat obediently every day, but I don't grow as fast as it does. The sapling thrives on the nutrition of the earth. When summer comes, it already has a shade, which is my paradise. Childhood is more independent.

My father has been correspondence for many years, my mother runs a canteen alone, and my brother gets up early every day and walks to a far place to go to school. Usually, my mother will put me in a big basin at the door, and then throw a bunch of toys into it to accompany me day after day.

I can't feel the feeling of overlooking the earth without the treatment that adults often hold in their arms. I sat in my big basin and looked at the world curiously with my head tilted. I like every smiling face that passes by. They are also people who step on the earth like me and can't enjoy the treatment of overlooking the earth. The dream of flying into the sky by balloon has never stopped. I often fantasize in my big basket.

Turning around, I saw the saplings growing under the nourishment of the earth. I waved my chubby little arms and smiled and repeated my daydreams. It was winter when I was a toddler, and business at home was booming. My mother gave me three pieces inside and three pieces outside, dressed like a heavy machine. I walked forward with my feet crooked in the snow with joy, and got up slowly after falling, without crying or making trouble. If I see my smiling sister passing by, I will open my eyes and smile at her, and my sister will naturally pick me up.

It is also in this constant fall, in the zero-distance contact with the earth, that we can move forward steadily. When I was 9 years old, I felt itchy when I looked at the bicycle outside the door, so I pushed the bicycle down the small landslide at the school gate again and again. I never fear looking at the friendly concrete floor, so I don't fall much.

One day in my dream, I suddenly found that I could ride a bike. The next morning, I hurried to practice, and the wheels creaked, just like my dream. I moved several times when I was growing up. When I was a child, the big pot of saplings had long since disappeared, and the scars on my knees and arms had long since faded.

Not long ago, when I watched Shunji Iwai's movie, the heroine shouted, "How are you?" Then I fell gently on the snow, pale and sad. At that moment, my dream seemed to start burning again, bright and dazzling, like fireworks all over the sky. Bend down to smell the fragrance of the soil, the pain will continue and the injury will not stop, but I have gradually learned to smile indifferently in close contact with the soil.

When I set foot on the earth, I will try my best to support the blue sky.

3. Composition, "I love this land" as the theme, 600 words "Why do my eyes often contain tears? Because I love this land deeply.

"This land has nurtured us.

But do we realize that this land is getting better day by day? This land is the hometown of Wei Yuan, a thinker in Qing Dynasty.

He was the most discerning person who "opened his eyes to see the world" during the Opium War. He not only invaded loyal opposition, but also attached importance to understanding and learning western science and technology as an important method to deal with aggression. He well carried out and waved Lin Zexu's understanding and study of western thoughts and practices in Atlas of the Sea, and put forward the correct slogan of "learning from foreigners".

He is the pride of Shaoyang. As the former residence of Wei Yuan, I am deeply proud. I also love this land deeply.

This land has a world cultural heritage-Wolf Mountain.

His natural landscape is unique. What strange stone peaks and deep caves.

Fuyi in the upper reaches of Zijiang River winds north and south, with picturesque scenery, the beauty of Guilin, the tranquility of Qingcheng Mountain and the grandeur of Mount Tai. This mountain is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this mountain and I deeply love this land.

This land has the reputation of "Citrus City".

The citrus here, as long as you break off a petal and take a bite, the sweet juice will flow into your mouth and stay immersed in your heart. It is not only delicious, but also has a nice name-Xuefeng tangerine, which was personally named by Premier Zhou after tasting it! This orange is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this orange, and I deeply love this land.

This land is picturesque and has four distinct seasons.

Vibrant and fragrant spring; Summer with scorching sun and lush grass; Resplendent and fruity autumn; Winter wrapped in silver and made of powder and Daiyu. Mimi's stream is crystal clear. Fish swim around in the water, free, like playing with tourists! This scene is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this scene, and I deeply love this land.

It is the wish of hundreds of millions of people to build this land into a civilized, harmonious and rich city! He is our hometown. We will add color to his bright future with high morale and full enthusiasm, and with the sweat of youth and wisdom.

Because we love this land deeply.

Is there a place you will never forget? Has your heart been calling him affectionately? Are your eyes full of tears? And this place called "hometown", I believe that with the joint efforts of Shaoyang people, the future of Shaoyang will be better and better.

4. Help write a composition: I love this land, and I love this passionate land.

Two years ago, I walked into this elegant and beautiful Jiangnan town from the open and vast North China Plain. Perhaps the rugged mountains in the north, the fast-flowing water and the simple folk customs have branded me too heavily and deeply in my memory. I have an emotional knot for the exquisite jasper-like family in the south of the Yangtze River and the indifferent human feelings behind the charm of modern cities.

It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, which is my first impression when I first arrived in the south. Rain is always like fog and smoke, falling slowly, making people's thoughts linger in a daze. Time, like a raging wave, keeps rushing to the beach, taking away the past sand and leaving fresh shells. Slowly, the picturesque scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the story of Bai Niangniang's loyalty and affection, and the just artillery fire of Jiao Shan Fort against the invaders all made me feel that I was too naive and extreme before. There used to be a small wooden boat that just appeared in the shadow in Baiyangdian Lake in North China, and didn't the grassland in Laomaoshan area also ambush guerrillas who made the enemy frightened? The snow in the northland is heroic, and the tenderness in Jiang Nanyu is full of admirable elasticity. Yes, they are two pearls of China. Who can tell which one is brighter and which one is more charming? I began to like this beautiful land from the bottom of my heart. But vaguely, I feel that she seems to be missing something, not so perfect and not so ideal. Yeah, what's missing? Is it the harmonious neighborhood of the quadrangle in the north, or the apology after the bicycle collision on the road, or ... I thought for a long, long time.

In the north, when it comes to southerners, it is always said: "Business is a thief." Under the impact of modern commodity tide, under the temptation of money, under the attack of colorful western foreign goods, foreign ideas and theories, the south seems to be the first to fall into this whirlpool. With the continuous improvement of material living standards and the satisfaction of spiritual life, the warmth of the world seems to be a "forgotten corner". I really feel sorry for this lost precious feeling, and I also think about how to get it back and make this land more admirable.

The heavy rain in July, pouring down, shocked me: how can the charming Jiangnan resist this ruthless rampage? A farmland was flooded, a factory stopped production, and a family was in a hurry ... The world was boundless and covered by this rare rainstorm. In this ruthless season, the outstanding sons and daughters of Jiangnan stepped forward. Among them, Comrade Zhou Yishun, an ordinary villager in his forties and a deputy to the National People's Congress, gave his life bravely to eliminate the danger. There are countless cadres in party member who lead the masses to fight on flood control levees and the front line of flood control. They fight against nature and fate with their own flesh and blood and will. Some people lie on this beautiful land and rest forever, and never get up again. When the wild horse-like flood finally retreated to the front of the city wall and the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River revived, I couldn't help exclaiming loudly: What a tragic story! What a land of affection! What a group of heroic sons and daughters of Jiangnan! For the sake of the country, the collective and others, they would rather abandon the feelings of mother and daughter, husband and wife, father and son, and integrate themselves into this flood-fighting torrent of "heartless people", and their feelings have sublimated to a higher level. This is really a land of affection. If not, how can we raise such a loving child?

The emotional knot in my heart was finally untied. In the process of reform and opening up, Jiangnan has not lost its original innocence and nature, but has added more abundant colors. It has not only cultivated many outstanding talents, but also created and continues to create groups of ordinary and great ordinary people who are full of infinite affection for the people.

I love this passionate land, and I have planted a deep wish on this land: to carry forward national traditions and pursue modern elegance! I am proud that I am also a grass in this land.

5. Writing characteristics of "I love this land" This poem "I love this land" was written in the most difficult years of resisting Japan and saving the country. This poem expresses the poet's deepest love for the motherland, but he does not directly vent his feelings. On the contrary, he used symbolic methods to describe a unique set of poetic images. Let the lyric hero become a bird, the bird sings before it dies, and writes that its soul returns to the earth after it dies. Finally, the image of the bird was replaced by the image of the poet himself. In addition, the earth, river, wind and dawn are given different symbols and meanings. Specifically, the land can be regarded as a symbol of the motherland where the Chinese nation grew up, the sorrowful rivers and angry winds can be regarded as a symbol of the indomitable resistance spirit of the people of China, and the extremely warm dawn in the forest can be regarded as full of vitality.

I love this land deeply. I love this land. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by storms, this river of grief and indignation that is always surging, this roaring angry wind, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest ...-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the land. Why is it in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply ... Imitation: I love this land. If I were an earthworm, I would tell you silently: the cold wind strikes, the earth shakes, and disasters sweep over your face again and again. I will still use this soft life to cover the night and ease your sadness; The country is strong, the Olympics are in full bloom, and your life has been young again and again. I will still chew the soil with this Microsoft mouth to loosen the frozen soil for thousands of years. For you, I will explore silently with my whole life-even if I die, my body will always be with you and become a part of you. Why am I so willing to dedicate myself to your life? Because I love you deeply.

7. Ask for a composition: "I love this land" should be written by yourself, not copied online. I love this land. I explored the vast land with my broken palm: this corner has been reduced to ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner. This lake should be my hometown. "I sat quietly on the lawn, reading the poet Dai Wang's" I Use Broken Palm ".

Lying on the lawn, smelling the fragrance of grass in the soil, I can't help thinking: in a dark and humid dungeon, a scarred scholar touched the imaginary map of the motherland's mountains and rivers with his broken palm, touching the broken mountains and rivers of the motherland and imagining the warm spring and the future of the nation. I couldn't help but burst into tears and wrote this patriotic poem with weather-beaten handwriting. Suddenly, I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at the blue sky. I forgot to blink for a long time because this place is beautiful, and I am lying on this land, looking at the beautiful sky and smelling the unique fragrance of the soil. I can't help but vomit in my mouth: "(There are many flowers on the embankment in spring, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance), touching the algae water is slightly cold, and the style of study in Changbai Mountain is bone-chilling cold. The Yellow River water slips out at your fingertips, and the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, your new rice seedlings, are so thin and soft, and now they are only high. " Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered, and I am immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. I am deeply moved by every poem, and my heart is full of patriotism. Dai Wang, how helpless and painful were you at that time? But that deep love for the country is so great, such as Wen Tianxiang's who has not died since ancient times, leaving Dan Xin as a history book, Lu Xun's I recommend Xuanyuan with blood, and Zhou Enlai's Reading for the Rise of China ... I stood up and took a deep breath.

Then it rotated 360 degrees and stopped for eight times to see the great mountains and rivers of the motherland in all directions. This is my beloved land, and I will work harder for it.

I patted the grass clippings, and I walked on this land step by step. There seems to be a dull and hopeful recitation from Dai Wang's predecessors in that ear: "Invisible palms pass through infinite mountains, fingers are stained with blood and ash, palms are stained with darkness, and only that distant corner is complete, warm, clear, firm and vigorous."

I love this land. Oblique rain hits the glass and leaves on the windowsill are yellow. I'm, uh, confused.

The land in Putian is like this. Yesterday, I was wandering in the street wearing a short shirt, and a thin rain was lurking. You haven't had time to count how many flowers fell in your dream, and you have put on another sweater.

This is the land of the south. My eyes, staring at her.

Created a vivid life. Let this small city carry a population of 2.04 million.

Watch and watch. Under the famous ancient building "Gujiaolou" and the Taoist building "Sanqing Hall" built at the beginning of 1983, there is always a little feeling. Every day, the wind blows and the rain blows. Under the test of history, it still stands today.

All these make me happy to own this land with a long history. Ear, listening to the breath of animal life and music concerts between horses and chariots, beautiful strings and smart car sounds bring vitality to the beautiful earth.

As the ancient celebrities said, "Wind, rain, reading and sound are all heard." At this time, there is a song, please don't be too surprised, it is the unique essence of this land.

You want to know what it is? I tell you, it's Puxian Opera, which is very popular with people and represents the history and culture of Putian. It absorbs the folk "ten tones" and "eight tones" and is called the "living fossil" of drama.

All this has become a life of dancing in the rhythm of ding ding. In my sense of smell, the land is sweet. It not only gives off a unique fragrance, but also spreads every fragrance to every corner. Whether in a quiet mountain village or a noisy city, you can smell the fragrance of this soil.

In the beautiful countryside, there is a famous pear garden in China. Although the outside is rough red skin, the inside is tender pulp. It inherits the characteristics of Mother Earth and has a unique earthy flavor, which makes people fondle it. There is also the laudatory name of "among hundreds of fruits, there is nothing like it".

I stroked her, and the land was wet and soft. I feel her heartbeat every inch of the earth. She has a rhythm. I don't know why she is shy and hiding between my fingers.

At this time, I remembered Meizhou Island. What I can't forget most is the sandy land full of "gold", which many people have guessed, and that is the "golden beach". Just like its name, it not only brought a lot of gold to Putian, but also made many people full of yearning for Putian.

On that beach, many people were laughing and laughing, stepping on the golden beach and blue sea water and enjoying the warmth of the earth. In the sun, the beautiful beach is shining with dazzling light.

I gently picked up a pile of sand, and she shyly slipped through my fingers, slippery and continuous, so comfortable! Suddenly, the drizzle pounced on the earth like an elf. Falling on the grass, lovely beads hung in strings, rolling between flowers and plants, like naughty children taking the opportunity to play.

In my opinion, shouldn't the people on our land "hang in a string" and unite as one? Just as/kloc-at the beginning of the 4th century, the "Japanese pirates" were rampant along the southeast coast of China, burning, killing and looting everywhere. Finally, under the tenacious resistance of the people, a tragic and beautiful chapter was finally written ... the rain is still falling.

Maybe God knows I have a red heart. Forever, love the cradle of my birth.