Prose poems about missing hometown. Inventory of prose poems about missing hometown.

1. "The most beautiful place in the world is my hometown" - Xu Xiaolin. Highlights: Not only green leaves and red flowers grow in my hometown, but also my original intention that I will never forget is deeply rooted in me. I was obsessed with the mottled colors of this world, and I used to imagine wildly. I like the fluttering butterflies, the beautiful wings of doves, and the whispers of swallows. I used to run around tirelessly. In the corner where the crickets are chirping, I have squeezed a city out of mud. In it there is the pride of the king, the simplicity of the mortals, no real sadness, only an eternal smile.

2. I once braved the heavy rain to give my mother an umbrella and wipe the dirt off her face. In the simple classroom, I sat and listened to the lecture meticulously, repeating the Chinese characters I had just learned with my poor handwriting. I also hid in a deserted corner, staring at a girl and giggling secretly. I once shouted loudly to the mountains, to the river, to the brilliant stars, saying that I wanted to be a king, that I wanted to have a boundless territory, that I wanted to buy endless instant noodles, and that I wanted to buy enough spicy strips... These are my most brilliant memories, which are deeply imprinted on my beautiful childhood.

3. Of course, I also had tears and fear, but I forgot about it. I only remember that I was brave, simple, and happy at that time, with dreams, perseverance, and fantasies. I smiled at the world like a friend, and greeted all living beings like a family member.

4. Now, my hometown is my purest heartbeat. Every time I return to my hometown, I miss the scenery here; every time I return to my hometown, I face my "naked" original aspirations. Here, I put away all my pride, threw away all my burdens, and forgot all my pursuits. I stood humbly, with empty hands and nothing, and I smiled nobly, looking up to the sky and the earth, proudly independent.

5. The most beautiful place in the world is my hometown. That ancient tree is as old as this piece of land, but it is engraved with the joys and sorrows of my life and the years of my growth.