Homesickness composition 1 How time flies! In a blink of an eye, twenty years have passed and now I have become a famous white-collar worker. Although life here is very good, I still want to visit my hometown.
The car set foot on the land of my hometown. The landscape and flowers in my hometown are so kind and beautiful. Ah! Here we are, my hometown, and I am stunned by everything in front of me. The dilapidated small wooden bridge has become a strong and wide bridge. The water under the bridge is so clear, and the murmur of running water is so pleasant, as if welcoming my wanderer back warmly. Several children on the bridge looked at me with curious eyes. Looking at them, I remembered the scene of catching fish, shrimp and having a water fight by the stream when I was a child.
With memories, move on. Huh? Is this still the village I remember? Mud-walled cottages have become exquisite villas; The narrow village road has become a tree-lined road, with flowers on both sides, and the fragrance wafts in the Wan Li, which is refreshing. I went back to the warm home that I missed day and night. "Dad, mom, I'm back." I shouted excitedly and my parents heard the news. We hugged excitedly and burst into tears. The family is happy, we are talking and laughing, and the deep homesickness permeates the whole family.
Hometown, you bring happiness, joy and pride. I love you. No matter where I am, I am worried about you.
My hometown is the first place I saw when I was born, and I will never forget her green mountains and green waters. That's homesickness.
Homesickness, like a gurgling stream, brings coolness to people. When I was a child, I often used it to wash my feet in hot summer. I soaked my feet in water, and suddenly, the coolness overflowed all over my body, and my heart was calm.
Homesickness is like rain, which brings happiness to people. Whenever it rains heavily, the country roads will be covered with lobsters and small fish can be seen everywhere. I went to the road with a bucket barefoot to pick lobster. When I come back, the bucket will be full of lobsters, so I can feast my eyes on it at night.
Homesickness, like golden rape blossoms, is intoxicating. In early spring, when the rape flowers received the letter from spring, they opened silently, one, two, three ... At last, thousands of flowers were in full bloom, such as carpet, and I fell asleep. It is really comfortable. Finally, I couldn't resist the flowers and fell asleep in a daze.
Homesickness is like a chimney on the roof, telling people it's time to eat. Every time I play with boys, I watch my chimney smoke, so I have no friends and go home for dinner. The food in my hometown is the best. It's stewed in a big pot. When the lid was lifted, all the hot air came. The rice is shiny and delicious, and the city people can't enjoy a blessing.
I can't forget my homesickness.
I was born and lived in other places, and I only went back to my hometown in Xiangxi for a few days during the long vacation.
I vaguely remember going back several times when I was a child. Walking through rugged mountain roads, stone paths, wooden bridges made of several pieces of wood ... deep in the mountains, that is my hometown.
One winter, my sister (cousin) and I ran to a nearby field. There is a puddle in which there are many shrimps: translucent body, black eyes and tiny. My sister and I reached for it. The water is clear and cold. Over the stone, you can see the crab crawling away in a hurry. I have never seen such a sight.
My sister (cousin, we are going to take the college entrance examination this year) and I are going to play in the mountains. Walking, there are some wild fruit trees on the roadside, which are full of fruits and are said to be edible. Sister boldly picked some from the tree, alas, it was very sour.
There are many small plants on the ground where crops have been planted-wild onions, which my father said were called "shallots". Dried and chopped, it can be made into sauerkraut. My grandparents once brought it to Guangdong from their hometown. I have eaten it. It's sour and not very delicious, but my father likes it very much. Let's pinch the wild onion. When it is cut off, it will give off a unique onion fragrance. The three of us, each holding a handful of wild onions, walked home with the wind.
Grandma washed the wild onions, cut some bacon and mixed them in. That smell is indescribable.
The snow in my hometown fell quietly without warning. I've been back several times, only once, but I can't meet him. It's really hard to forget the snowball fight and snowball fight on snowy days.
My hometown is hidden in the corner of a mountain. Here, the scenery is beautiful; Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant here. Although I don't live here, I still love it here.
My hometown is in Ke Qiao, which is a good place. There are many small markets with many things in them. Ke Qiao has the most beautiful mother river "Guazhu Lake". Its crystal-clear lake sparkles and sparkles at noon, as if a lot of gold had been sprinkled.
My hometown is the most beautiful. There are many willows and catkins fluttering in the spring breeze. There are several particularly long ones hanging on the water, painted with sparkling ripples. When the cuckoo sings on his birthday, the lake is also singing, as if to dance with the willow again.
When I was a child, my favorite thing was to sit in a plastic bucket and kick the bucket with my back to it. Every time I kick it, I move a few steps. Just like a bumper car in an amusement park, I won't get tired when I play in it, but I will play harder and harder, and sometimes I will hit my ass, which will speed up! If you are really tired, just lie in the bucket, sleep for a while, and continue to play, no matter how long you play, you will not get tired. This kind of happiness is dozens of times stronger than a computer, eye-catching and poisonous, which is simply a waste.
My hometown is really beautiful! My hometown is a beautiful picture in my heart. It's like going back to childhood, and I always cherish it. But I still can't help thinking about those things in my hometown. When I was a child, I collected the petals of peach blossoms. Compared with my friends, who made the best, freshest and most vivid "pigments"? So who won, so I rode the petals with a spoon, added some water to them, and squeezed them hard. Every time I squeeze out a little bit, I work harder, but in five minutes, everyone shows the "paint" squeezed out by the petals, and all the partners want to be the final winner.
Everything in my hometown has become a beautiful picture in my mind, and I miss it all the time
When I was five hours old, I recited my homesickness and knew that the old people most wanted to leave their leaves behind. In the long years, my hometown has always been the pulse that I can't give up.
However, I have never left my hometown, so naturally I don't know if homesickness is really that deep. The days slip away from me bit by bit, and the only constant is that I can always eat embedded cakes every week.
My mother once told me: "Eat in moderation, and you will be tired if you eat too much." Wonton was once the best proof.
Embedding cakes was an accident. It is soft, but with tenacity, just like those gentle and persevering Jiangnan women in their hometown. White cake is embedded with all kinds of food, potatoes, eggs ... braised pork is my favorite. Just thinking about it is very satisfying.
Dad brought back a bag of cakes and was very happy: "I met someone today." Guess how many cakes she bought by herself? " He paused. "Eight barrels!" I'm surprised there are so many. Father went on to say that someone asked her and she said that she would send it to Hangzhou. I don't laugh as well as I used to. Another wanderer, who misses the food in his hometown, can only be relieved by express delivery. He feels a little heavy and can't help but frown.
I think that some things are not cherished because of leaving or losing, such as homesickness.
I have more love and admiration for my hometown. Fangshan Donghuige Stone Buddha Peak ... The beautiful scenery of my hometown, one mountain, one water, one grass and one tree, has long been familiar and engraved in my heart.
Beishan Park next to Quyuan Bridge is a paradise in my heart. Whenever I feel depressed, I look out of the window. My sadness has already flowed eastward with the river, and my happy heart has also hid in the sea of flowers.
The food in my hometown, no matter far or near, is also missed.
The scenery in my hometown, whether beautiful or ugly, has its own scenery.
People in their hometown, whether they leave or not, also have a childlike innocence.
Hometown, written by many people, is a beautiful and rich place. But when I was a child, I didn't love my hometown-it was flashy, not as prosperous as Beijing and Shanghai, nor as beautiful as Guilin in Hangzhou.
But when I grew up, I gradually appreciated the beauty of my hometown.
The sky in my hometown is blue. Looking up at the sky, a large piece of blue gem is displayed. Sometimes, this "gem" will be inlaid with one or two vague "white jade". Although it is so calm, it seems to me that it is so quiet and beautiful, away from the smoke and dust of the metropolis.
The mountains in my hometown are green. In April, Daqingshan in my hometown was already green. From a distance, a red sun rose from the verdant mountain of Ran Ran, accompanied by the pink glow, which awakened the whole city of Hohhot. The sun shines on the mountain, giving off golden light. Green hills cover Qingcheng Mountain, how peaceful and beautiful it is!
The rain in my hometown is fresh. When the gray satin covered the sky, a huge crystal pearl fell from the sky. This rain, wet willow leaves, also brought a glimmer of life to my hometown. The rain in my hometown is turbid, but in recent years, due to the improvement of my hometown environment, the rain has gradually become crystal clear. Like a cleaner, she cleared the smoke and brought fresh air and flowers. ...
My hometown has a long history. Zhaojun's Tomb, Jokhang Temple and General's Mansion all tell stories here. From the leisurely nomadic life in ancient times, to the thrilling life in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, to the ever-changing Qingcheng today ... Every story seems to be telling the long and distant history of this ancient city.
This is my hometown. Although there is no bustling metropolis and beautiful scenery, I love it, its simplicity, its uniqueness and everything!
My hometown is a mountain village surrounded by green hills and trees. Looking up, the blue sky is unusually bright, quiet and open, and I feel that my vision is broad and relaxed. Seven-color rainbows appeared in the northwest sky, which made people feel happy against the blue sky and white clouds.
Then, I can't help but think of the poem "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing in the sky?" A small house in my hometown-brick wall and tile roof. Rows and rows of buildings, "crooked" dotted in this green mountains and green waters. In the distance, the faint mountains are winding like a dragon; A flock of birds soar in the distant sky, floating in the blue sky like a poem; A small house is built in the canyon. Poetry and painting are endless, and the pastoral charm is endless.
Not far away, in the vast rice fields, pieces of rice grains are golden and bent. The jungle beside the field is lush and covered with soil. Colorful small wildflowers dotted in the jungle, a gust of wind blowing, the wind mixed with the thick fragrance of small wildflowers, really intoxicating!
The warm wind blows gently and the flowers smell fragrant, ah! Intoxicating hometown scenery. Warm wind blowing on the face, full of nostalgia; Birds crow and swallows whisper, with a soft local accent. The beautiful scenery reminds me of my hometown. ...
Hometown, the first day of writing 8 One side of the water and soil raises one side, I love my hometown, and I love everything in my hometown.
My hometown is Ruicheng County, a descendant of Yuncheng, Shanxi. Although it is not very big, it is rich in products. We Ruicheng people are hospitable, hardworking and kind.
The longest specialty, the first is hemp chips and apples. Bite the hemp, and it is full of sweetness. Our apples are crisp and sweet, delicious and juicy.
Ruicheng's famous scenic spots include Dayudu, Yongle Palace and Shengtian Lake. These places have beautiful scenery, and my favorite is Shengtian Lake. The water of Shengtianhu Lake is like a piece of jade, dotted with several lotus leaves. Some are blooming, some are in bud, and some are half open and half closed, like a shy little girl.
Ruicheng is not only beautiful, but also rich in resources.
In my hometown, people pass on love to each other. The old man fell and someone helped him up. If a child is bullied, someone will help him. Cars will give way to pedestrians, and pedestrians will not run traffic lights. Villagers and neighbors will share the newly cooked food with everyone, and after dinner, they will sit together and chat.
The students in the school help each other, unite and love each other, the class cadres treat their work seriously and responsibly, and the students will also actively participate in various activities organized by the class, so that the class is harmonious.
My hometown, Ruicheng, has good products, good resources and good people's hearts. I love my hometown!
I will work hard to make progress in the future, and I can achieve something, let more people know Ruicheng, a beautiful place, and let more people appreciate our local customs.
I will work hard and make my hometown proud of me!
Nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia, endless grassland, melodious Ma Touqin, cattle and sheep singing, "moo, moo", they opened the grassland early morning curtain with the beautiful rhythm of Ma Touqin.
In the morning, the little green grass on the grassland takes a bath with natural dew. Xiaohua stretched herself: "Ah! A new day has begun! " Cattle and sheep got up early, and they were thinking about how to arrange a day's trip. When everything is calm again, the sun is no stranger to a new day, and her shy face is no longer flushed. Just like a little girl who can't stand the heat, she is looking for a vast grassland with a huge wind pocket. Dewdrops on the grass are like gems embedded in jade, shining. White, yellow, red and purple, all kinds of wild flowers turn green the grassland. After a busy day, everyone started a new job ... the sun slowly went down the mountain, and the mountains and clouds in the distance became one. Flocks of cattle and sheep are grazing leisurely and moving slowly. In the distance, women are washing clothes by the river and children are playing. This is a beautiful day, at least they are not worried. Just like a picture scroll, it has the feeling of "the sky is grey and wild, the wind blows grass and the cattle and sheep are low".
Nostalgia, ah nostalgia! I should feel you with my heart when listening to you and touching you. The scenery is pleasant, birds and flowers are fragrant; Beautiful scenery. Towering green hills, I praise you; I admire you, gurgling brook; Hometown where homesickness is hard to break, I love you! I love my hometown, where I was born and raised!