"Autumn Night Drinking"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
The Mid-Autumn Festival in Chengdu is a long night, with lanterns and wax paper in the empty hall.
The high moon is surrounded by white magpies, and the decaying grass is dewy and wet, and the cold beetles are crying.
The scholar in the hall finished reading, but he felt so sleepy that he felt heartbroken.
I sighed a few times as I set out for a hundred turns, and my green hair turned into autumn frost overnight.
The sun and moon in the Central Plains use the Hu calendar, and the old chieftain of Youzhou uses Zhehuang.
The Wenluodi location of Ronghe River can make Zhanqiu Township a long-term development.
The hundred-gold battle robe is carved on a falcon plate, and the three-foot sword edge is frosty and snow-cold.
Once out of the fortress, you will have a try. Once you arrive at Baoji, it will be Chang'an at dusk.
It is also magnificent to draw a sword and sing loudly.
I want you to cover the cup in your hand.
The Autumn Hong Formation moves across the river, and at dusk the horns sound and the rain comes.
Don’t hate the emperor for not having old eyes, please look at the moss on the white bones.
When I am middle-aged, I feel that the speed of light is faster than the speed of light, and I see plum blossoms again in the western suburbs.
"In the second month of Renyin, there was an edict ordering the county officials to be sent to their subordinate counties to reduce their imprisonment for thirteen days"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Taiping Palace He stayed in Nanxi Xitang, then merged with Nanshan and went west to Louguan Daqin Temple. On the 19th day, he returned to Guanxian and traveled to the pond. He wrote a poem of 500 words to record all the experiences. .
The Ming Dynasty edict was passed on to different counties, and we traveled victoriously along the mountains.
The depression has just begun to emerge, and the desolation has really relieved the worries.
I came to Guzhen in the dusk and came to recall Wuhou.
Standing on the cliff, you can see the rushing water in the vast sky.
In the middle of the night, people screamed in urgency, and the air was full of fire.
The sky is far away and the wind is too strong to stop.
When I entered Chencang County at dawn, there was still a restaurant selling food.
The bituminous coal is in disarray, but the officials are still in a mess.
(On the 13th, we stayed in Wucheng Town, the so-called Shibi Village, built by Yun Kongming.
It was the night of two drums and Baoji fire, thirty miles away from each other, and Seen in Wucheng
) The clouds in Jiling are ancient, and the Dragon Palace is quiet.
(There are Jizhaofeng and Longgong Temple in the county.
) From Nanshan to Dasan, the way back is through Wuzhou.
If you want to go to An Neng Sui, you will return to Shaoliu.
Go back to the west Guo Road, but cross the small river island.
I heard that the stone of Fenxi River still exists in the Wei River.
Although there are traces on Cangya, there is no hook for big fishing.
(On the 14th, I traveled from Baoji to Guo.
I heard that the Taigong Fengxi Stone is eighteen miles southeast of the county, and there is still a place where he threw a pole and knelt down to bait.
) Going east to Yiwu, the isolated city looks like Han Liu.
Who said that Dong Gongjian actually revenged Wu Fu?
The white blade is like an elbow, and the gold is like a hill.
(I arrived in Yi County on the 15th. There is Dong Zhuo City in the county. Its city resembles Chang'an and is commonly known as Little Chang'an.
) I have heard of Taibai all my life and saw the station in Xingzou.
Who can try the drum and horn, but the wind and thunder cannot bring about the fruit.
The rock cliffs are amazing and the ice and snow are even more crisp.
When there is a drought in spring, there is no wheat, but the mountain spirit is happy to have Qiu.
A dragon sleeps when it is lazy, but a petty thief can steal bottles.
(That evening, I went from Xiqi to Qingqiu Town to stay.
Passing through Taibai Mountain, it is said that the army marched under the mountain with the sound of drums and horns, which often caused thunderstorms.
There is a very good Qiu on the mountain, so we decided to take it because of the drought this year.
) The two forests and springs are the best, and the three rivers are beautiful.
Near the mountains, the wheat grows early, and near the water, bamboo poles are cultivated.
(We arrived at Yuxi on the 16th, because of the beautiful mountains and the early weather.
There is an official bamboo garden in the county, which lasts for ten miles.
) The late emperor enshrined the talisman and painted the crown in his palace.
The courtiers wear hairpins and Wu Bian, and the female musicians hold konghou.
The secret palace opens the golden lock, and the god controls the jade dragon.
The man in black is wearing a huge sword, and his eyes are stern.
(On the 17th, cold food.
Traveling more than 20 miles southeast from Yuxi, we will pay a visit to the Taiping Palace.
This palace is During the reign of Emperor Taizong, a god came down to the Taoist priest Zhang Shouzhen to tell him that he had received the order.
The god conferred the title of General Yisheng, and he had a palace.
I met a good scholar and met him. Will make a colorful boat.
Throwing poles on green water-coated grass, washing one's feet to clear ditches.
Stay overnight on the Nanxi River, where the forest is like water and the country is autumn.
The lake is surrounded by dense green plants, which make the sound of whistling sound all night long.
(That day, I went boating on the Nanxi River with Zhang Gaozhi, the jailer, and stayed in the Xitang.
) Mao Xiao was poor and profound, and he was afraid of Bingbiao in fighting.
(On the 18th, as we marched from the south to the west, the county lieutenant saw him off with soldiers in armor.
Maybe there were often tigers near the official bamboo garden.
) Yin Sheng still has a house, and Lao's family still has a house.
The traces of asking are still there, and the past of ascending to immortality is long.
Controlling the wind and returning to the world are full of sweat, and reading the world is like a mayfly.
Yu Ke knows people's intentions, and Yao Qin is like Ma Qiu.
Not far away from the mountains and temples, come and watch the deer roar.
It is said that Emperor Li’s son looks like a monk.
The curtains roll in the breeze, and the sunset makes the servant girl sad.
Entering the valley (sound bath.
) The police are kept secret, and there is a fee to climb the slope.
The chaotic peaks are mixed together like water, and the water is as light as oil.
Whenever the envoy arrives, the golden dragon has been cast since ancient times.
Thousands of layers of jade stone, hundreds of feet wide, can be seen swimming aa2.
My favorite is the Quanming Cave, the first time I taste the snow in my throat.
Although the bottle is full, there is no reason to sigh.
(It was a day trip to Chongsheng Temple. The so-called Tower Temple is the old residence of Yin Xi. The sutra teaching platform at the foot of the mountain is still there.
Then we went to Daqin Temple with Zhang Gaozhi.
Zhao Zongyou, a Taoist from Taiping Palace, took his qin to the temple and wrote "Lu Ming".
Then he went west to Yansheng Temple and watched. Going up the hill, there are the remains of Princess Tang Yuzhen's Taoism.
Go down the mountain and go west for ten miles, and enter the Heishui Valley in the south.
There are three temples on the lake. Relying on a steep peak, facing a clear stream, the woods are deep and green, and there are countless strange rocks.
The pool is hundreds of feet long, and the bottom is not reached, so rubble is thrown into it, and it flies down and eats. I didn't see it for a while, it was so clear.
So I stayed in Zhongxing Temple. There was a Jade Girl Cave in the temple.
) Suddenly I recalled looking for toads to cultivate, and Fang Dong took off his deer fur.
The mountains and rivers are very similar, and the water and rocks are also similar.
Only people drink from the spring, and no one offers their own reward.
(In the past, I and my son were cultivated by swimming shrimps and toads, and it was winter. The temperature in the cave was as warm as February and March.
)
"Send Zhou Yuantong to Kun, Zhongguan, and Shu"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: He Zhu
Brothers Zhou Lang are all good people, they are bright on the outside and smooth on the inside.
The Liang and Song Dynasties are remembered for their welcome with bottles of wine, and they traveled together to travel through the Xianqin Dynasty.
The ice and snow are late on the Baoji Road, and the plum blossoms and willows are springing by the Jinyan River.
You must remember me when you are on vacation and enjoying your leisure time. My blue shirt and white hair are tired of the Beijing dust.
Autumn in Baoji Narrative Composition 900 words
My hometown is Baoji. Autumn in Baoji is a season filled with the fragrance of fruits and flowers.
On the day of National Day, I went to my grandma’s house. As I walked on the road, I passed a maple forest. The leaves on the maple trees were fiery red, like the red clouds falling from the sky.
I looked up and saw that the maple leaves were like open palms and the lines were very clear.
After the autumn wind passed, the leaves were flying and falling. I carefully selected a fallen leaf that I liked and prepared to put it in the book as a bookmark.
Later, I passed a birch forest, and the green birch trees all put on golden pajamas. The red sun became gentler, and the west wind also arrived in a hurry.
When I came to my grandma’s field, I saw the corn stalks were thick and tall, and the huge corn cobs were lined up in rows, like soldiers. I broke open the corn cobs, revealing neat rows of golden corn cobs. Each corn kernel is so plump and lovable.
Two days later, my parents and I took the time to go to the mountains to barbecue, play in the water, and climbed up the mountain. Looking around, the chrysanthemums on the hillside were blooming in various shapes and colors, and some were as pink as the morning sun; Some are as white as clouds; some are as graceful as beautiful girls; some are in bud... How beautiful are those chrysanthemums! The mountains that used to be green now turned yellow with a little green. When I came under a tree, I looked up and saw that there were fruits as big as my fist on the tree.
There is a strong fragrance of flowers in the air in the mountains.
We went to the river to eat barbecue and watch the small fish swimming in the river.
The clear river was a little cold, but I couldn't resist the temptation and went down to the river to play in the water.
When we were having a good time, it suddenly started to rain. The sun was shining in the sky and the rain was still falling. It was interesting. After the rain, every leaf was covered with crystal clear water drops. We were leaving. It was already evening, and the sunset glow shone on the golden leaves, making them shine like gold.
Ah! Autumn in Baoji is so beautiful! I love Baoji, and I love Baoji’s harvest-rich, charming and happy autumn even more!
A composition of 150 to 300 words about the beautiful Baoji or Baoji’s famous scenery
Friends, have you discovered the beautiful Baoji? Baoji, where we are located, has undergone rapid changes in recent years. The streets are lined with colorful lights. At night, the streets are brightly lit and the buildings are colorful. The bridges are like ribbons floating on the Wei River.
The reflection of the lights, the color of the lake and the weaving of tourists seem to be wandering in paradise.
In various newly built large squares, there is a sea of ??lights.
Look at the colorful lights on both sides of the small arch bridge. Whenever night falls, the small bridge becomes more and more dazzling, with the sound of gurgling water under the bridge and the people on the bridge. The sounds of singing and laughter merged into a sea of ??joy.
This is all a huge role played by electricity.
In the past, when there was no or insufficient electricity, many homes relied on kerosene lamps or candles to illuminate their homes.
It is inconvenient for people to go out at night. There are few street lights in the streets and alleys, and it is even pitch dark, let alone any nightlife.
Since the advent of electricity, we have had light and a colorful world. It can be seen how important electricity is to us, so we must cherish electricity and save electricity.
“It’s a small step to turn off the power, a big step to save energy.”
The country is now in a stage of rapid development, and many large projects require huge power resources for construction.
For a better future for our motherland, for our homeland to be more beautiful.
Let us start from a young age, start from now on, do not waste electricity, save every kilowatt-hour of electricity, and protect electricity resources. Our motherland will be more prosperous and powerful, and our Baoji will be more charming!
Composition of "Winter in Baoji"
Autumn, no matter where it is, is always good; but, autumn in Baoji especially comes early and fiercely, It comes sadly.
The reason why I traveled thousands of miles to catch up with Xi'an from Shangluo, and even more so to catch up with Baoji from Xi'an, is just to taste the "autumn" and the autumn flavor of Baoji.
Luonan, of course, also has autumn, but the vegetation wilts slowly and the air is moist. It is located in the Qinling Mountains, the color of the sky is light, and it often rains little and is windy; in recent years, one person has been alone Between Luonan and Xi'an, or Xi'an and Baoji, I passed by in a blur, and I only felt a little bit of coolness and the smell of autumn.
I can never get enough of the colors of autumn, the artistic conception and posture of autumn, I can never get enough of it, taste it, and enjoy it to the fullest.
Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it fine wine. The half-open, half-drunk state is perfect for the process of appreciating autumn.
But this year’s autumn in Baoji is different.
According to my classmates in Baoji, it has been many years since autumn like this happened.
Every autumn in Luonan, I always think of the pine trees in Mantou Mountain, the tourists in Cangjie Garden, the willow shadows by the county river, the walnut trees on the back plateau, and the bells in Huayang.
In the past three years in Baoji, even if I don’t go out, I just hang out on campus, get up in the morning, eat breakfast, or go out to play basketball at noon, looking into the distance, you You can also see the very high green sky and hear the noise of the busy traffic outside the school.
Walking by the playground, looking westward to count the rays of sunlight leaking through the gaps in the trees, or looking at the peaks opposite Guojiaya Cliff in the distance, you can naturally feel the autumn atmosphere.
But what’s special about Baoji’s autumn this year is that it rains too much. As soon as September begins, the autumn rain begins to fall non-stop. I didn’t care at first because it was just a freshman. It still rained during those two days, but not too much. Compared with the scorching sun when I came to report, these children were much luckier. After all, it would be annoying to be sweating while carrying big and small bags.
When they started military training, God took special care of these childish children. There was not a single day of harsh sunshine and heavy rain for more than a week, so that when they held umbrellas in the campus military training When I saw it, I felt that it was a different kind of beautiful scenery, as if I saw the people in the long and lonely rain alleys in Jiangnan. But people are secular animals after all. When the rain falls endlessly, We began to hate this horrible weather, and the gods seemed to be against us. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was exceptionally sunny. After the heavy rain, people felt a lot more relaxed. In addition, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when people were reunited, people were How much I enjoy such days! But just one day later, the heavy rain began to fall again, which made people speechless and helpless. Recently, everyone has been complaining about this weird weather. Such endless rain obviously made the people of Baoji on the Weihe Plain feel uncomfortable. Adaptation. Recently, when I meet acquaintances on the road, I will unknowingly use a slow and long tone to reply to each other with a slight sigh: "Oh, it's really cold--" (this word is pronounced very High and long.
) "Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain and a layer of coolness!" "But this year is very strange, this rain...?" "Yeah, it's difficult. No—? By the way, are you wearing long johns?” “I wasn’t, but it’s been too cold these past two days, so I took out my long-lasting long johns and put them on.
But I still feel cold.
"Yeah, I always want to dry out the quilt. You don't know, it feels very damp when I sleep at night.
"Yes. , yes, yes.
This damn weather---alas---" "Alas------" Northerners are always very down-to-earth, and the same is true for Baoji people when chatting. This sigh And complaining must be the voice of most people!
Can I write about Fengxiang’s East Lake when writing about Baoji?
Chapter 1 Hometown is warm; hometown is charming; hometown is proud. When it comes to hometown, I Will talk endlessly.
My hometown is Baoji, known as "Chencang" in ancient times. It is the hometown of Emperor Yan and the birthplace of Zhou and Qin culture. It is known as the "hometown of bronzes" and "the homeland of folk arts and crafts".
Anyone who has been to Baoji will be amazed, but do you know what Baoji was like in the past? Take the place where our bureau lives - Qingjiang East 2nd Road as an example! In the past, Donger Road could be said to be bustling with traffic. The narrow road was dotted with small vendors, including those selling vegetables, fruits, handicrafts, and snacks...everyone was crowded and bumped into each other. It's all commonplace. It takes half an hour to walk a few hundred meters. If there's an emergency, don't be too angry to take it easy! The most unbearable thing is the piles of garbage and the stinky smell. When it rains heavily, it becomes a cement road, and when it is sunny, it becomes a dust road. The surrounding residents complain and are miserable.
But Donger Road has changed since last year. Vehicles flow smoothly on the flat and wide road. The newly built shops on the roadside are clean and bright, and the vendors have moved into the market.
The roads are lined with trees and the beautiful living environment makes me feel that my hometown is very warm.
The Wei River crosses the north and south of Baoji. In the past, sewage flowed across the Wei River and was overgrown with weeds.
Today, the Wei River has been filled with water and has become an artificial lake.
There are flocks of wild ducks on the lake, singing, playing and fishing in a happy fair, and swans also live and work here.
Weihe Park is a major attraction in Baoji.
The gardeners have arranged the place in an orderly manner, with rows of willow trees and flowers and trees planted into geometric patterns of various shapes, which is pleasing to the eye.
There are constant visitors here all year round. The playground and fitness square have become the favorites of children and the elderly. Qintian Park is full of kite flyers, making the sky in Baoji particularly charming.
Today, Baoji's economic strength has grown by leaps and bounds, it has entered the information age, and its long and splendid cultural history attracts tourists from all over the world.
My hometown is changing so fast.
I am proud of my hometown! Part 2 I am walking on a wide street. There are rows of high-rise buildings on the side of the road. The neon lights are shining with colorful light. The fragrance of the flowers next to them is coming to my nostrils. You must think that this is a big city like Beijing or Shanghai! Not at all! What is that place? Let me tell you! Here is our beautiful Baoji.
Our Baoji is a beautiful place and has been a strategic fortress since ancient times.
You must have heard the saying "Build the plank road in the open and cross the Chencang secretly", right? Chencang is now Baoji.
Now, it has become an industrial city and an important hub connecting Baocheng and Baotian railways.
Baoji also has many historical sites and tourist attractions, including Taibai Mountain, a 4A-level scenic spot, the picturesque Red River Valley all year round, Jifeng Mountain, which is higher than Huashan Mountain, the beautiful Zhougong Temple, and Famen Temple, a Buddhist resort. Jiang Taigong's fishing - there are countless fishing platforms for those who wish to take the bait...
Baoji is also a place where celebrities gather.
Do you remember Zhang Liang at the Beijing Paralympics? He was not afraid of strong opponents, worked hard and achieved good results.
I can proudly announce to everyone that he is also from Baoji! Baoji is picturesque all year round, especially in autumn, when fiery red persimmons hang on the branches; the trees and grass in Weihe Park and Riverside Park also turn golden, so beautiful! Even the birds on the trees kept chirping, as if praising Baoji as a beautiful city! Baoji is also a civilized and hygienic place.
Many hard-working "city guardians" dressed her up beautifully and spotlessly.
I am proud to be a Baoji native. I will start from scratch and work with everyone to create a harmonious new Baoji! Part 3 Baoji is the second largest city in Shaanxi, with beautiful scenery and a long history.
My hometown, Baoji, has been rated as "National Green Model City, National Forest City, and One of the Top Ten Livable Cities" many times. Baoji is also known as the hometown of bronzes! Baoji was originally called Chencang. Do you want to know why it was renamed Baoji? Is there a beautiful legend here? Legend has it that in the 14th year of Tang Tianbao, Fan Yang Jiedushi An Lushan rebelled, and the rebellious troops invaded Chang'an. The then emperor Tang Xuanzong fled with his beloved concubine Yang Guifei and his troops. When they stopped at Maweipo, the soldiers mutinied. Tang Xuanzong was forced to kill Yang Guifei.
He took several of his cronies and ran to the Qinling Mountains in Chencang, but the rebel troops followed closely. When Tang Xuanzong and the others ran to a mountain, the road was very steep and Tang Xuanzong had no way. But after leaving, Tang Xuanzong cried very sadly: "Today is the day of my death!" At this moment, two pheasants flew above his head, hovered above his head, and flew south again. Tang Xuanzong He and his cronies followed the two pheasants to a mountain and hid in a temple.
At this time, the rebels also pursued them to the bottom of the mountain. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered and hail fell, causing the rebels to flee in a hurry.
It is strange to say that there was hail at the foot of the mountain, but the sky was clear on the mountain. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty felt it was very magical and casually recited: "This place is a treasure, and this chicken is a sacred chicken." Hence the name "Baoji". From this.
Baoji has a long history. It is the hometown of Emperor Yan, the birthplace of Zhou and Qin culture, and the place where the "China's first ancient object" stone drum was unearthed. I like the ten-sided drum in the Chinese Stone Drum Garden the most, each side Each stone drum is engraved with a four-character poem. These four-character poems mainly describe the life scenes of the King of Qin and the people of the Qin Dynasty.
There are many special snacks in Baoji, including fragrant and spicy rolled dough, sour, spicy and fragrant noodles, and Guokui, one of the eight weirdos of Shaanxi.
A plate of dough with full color, flavor and flavor is brought to you. Take a look and your saliva will flow out. You only see the red and translucent dough, dotted with dots of sesame seeds, it looks like They are all delicious and taste really strong.
Baoji has many local specialties, including Fufeng’s red Fuji apples, Mei County’s kiwis, Chencang District’s large cherries, especially Fufeng’s red Fuji apples. Sweet, crispy, and very moist.
After listening to my introduction, do you think Baoji is beautiful? Are there abundant specialties?
A 900-word essay about beautiful Baoji: you, me, him
My hometown is beautiful Baoji in Baoji City, Shaanxi Province. The scenery here is beautiful and pleasant. Let me take you to see it. Take a look at the beauty of the four seasons! Spring is full of spring.
The grass has turned green, emerging from the ground like green apples; the flowers are in full bloom and colorful; Grandpa Tree has a new friend to talk to.
On weekends, children take their kites to the park to fly kites. The kites float in the sky, like groups of cute birds flying in the sky.
The sun is scorching hot in summer.
The fiery red sun is as big and round as a red apple. The sun hangs high in the sky, burning around me like a fire, making me sweat profusely. Fortunately, Tiantian The watermelon helps solve the problem.
Autumn is refreshing.
The fruits in the orchard are ripe, which makes the farmer uncle very happy.
There are red ones
Please write an English composition describing Baoji.
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Composition Baoji What bridges are I familiar with?
1. Write about small rural bridges in spring, summer, autumn and winter. The side descriptions of the scenery beside the bridge use objects as metaphors for people.
Express your love and praise for your hometown.
2 Write about the Rainbow Bridge, the one on Hongqi Road, the scenery beside the bridge in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Side description. Use objects as metaphors for people to describe the progress and take-off of Baoji.
3. Write about the bridge in your heart and what you want to build Baoji into.
The beginning and end echo, the center is clear, and the levels are clear.
It’s all my own thoughts.
Baoji - the place that haunts me
Here it is! I’m back to my hometown that I’ve always dreamed of! I thought this silently in my heart.
The train is about to enter the station and arrive at the harbor of my soul.
Although it is a cold and bitter winter, the heart of a wanderer who is studying abroad is already full of spring.
This is my hometown, the place I am most infatuated with, and the place that haunts me.
I was born in this blazing land, grew up drinking from the vast river, and spoke my hometown dialect that is difficult for outsiders to understand. When I was a child, I played and played with my playmates here, and I seemed to understand. I listened to the elders chatting happily, and looked forward to my future in a confused way.
My hometown is small and exquisite, bright, clean and smart.
It is not as noisy and prosperous as a big city, and it does not have the bright and confusing lights and feasting; it also lacks the tranquility and poetry of the Jiangnan water towns, with its small bridges, flowing water, and misty rain.
However, my hometown is simple and natural and does not need to be carved. Just like a simple and unpretentious country woman, there is no need to apply makeup or make a pose. The charm comes from the bone marrow and is brought from the mother's womb... It was this kind of hometown that raised me up, taught me kindness and simplicity, and urged me to move forward in my youth and embark on the journey of life.
My hometown is a lovely little town, so small that it is so delicate that it is nameless. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The mountains are verdant, the water is sweet and rich, and the people are kind and simple. Our people, even the chickens are delicious, and even the dogs are loyal and honest... My hometown is like a pearl inlaid on the edge of the Yangtze River, so small but graceful.
Walking on the road along the river, the cool breeze caresses your face, which is so comfortable and comfortable. The roar of the river boats is looming, like the symphony of the times floating in the sky, which is touching.
The ancient plane trees on both sides of the street are whirling and dancing in the breeze, as if they are kind old people telling people the story of yesterday emotionally.
Looking as far as the eye can see, the distant mountains are covered with daisy, just like a natural ink painting, so hazy and beautiful; in the quiet dusk, Sichuan opera singing by the elderly occasionally comes from the alleys, accompanied by the sonorous The gongs and drums are high, loud, and melodious.
In spring, the delicate peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms bloom all over the mountains in the suburbs, competing for beauty, like groups of charming and graceful girls, making people mesmerized and lingering.
I have no reason not to be obsessed with this place. This obsession has been deeply imprinted in my heart, integrated into my blood, and implanted in my life.
Everything here has long been integrated with me, and has captured all my true emotions: listening attentively again and again, touching affectionately again and again, and collisions of souls. We are familiar with each other. , or confused and hesitant.
But once I was in a foreign country because of my studies, and finally boarded the train home and embarked on the return journey, my heart was instantly filled with that familiar touch.
Maybe you have been working hard for life, wandering around the world, experiencing countless joys and sorrows and seeing everything in the world. Maybe time flies, the stars change, and the ups and downs of the world take away a different kind of fireworks and glitz. .
But my hometown, the birthplace of my life, will always echo the innocence and childishness of my childhood, the singing and laughter, and the eternal naughty memories left on the wall of the neighbor’s house even if they fade away. The paintings on it call to the memory that can never be erased in my heart, pulling the soul of this wanderer who is endlessly homesick. The light sadness is wrapped in the warmth, sweetness and water-like tenderness. It is suspicious and dreamy, but it is like that. Really...I love my hometown deeply, even if it is a faint smile from a strange lady; even if it is the smoke from the kitchen in the quiet ancient alley; even if it is a dim and flickering street light on the road in the pouring night rain, Even if it is a local accent that has nothing to do with me... I love my hometown deeply, even if it is a weak grass, even if it is a cloud in the sky that changes with the wind.
The tender green of the grass always makes me happy. I am happy that it has survived the severe cold with its tenacious will and brought us the message of spring in the small town.
And the colorful clouds often give me infinite reveries, making my thoughts drift to the holy palace of knowledge and letting the dreams in my heart fly.
The mountains of my hometown, the water of my hometown, the plants and trees of my hometown, the blue sky and white clouds of my hometown, the crescent moon of my hometown, and those simple and kind-hearted folks always keep me in my heart. The dream is haunting!
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