1. Rewrite the composition of "The Odd Book of Returning to Hometown"
[Rewrite the composition of "The Odd Book of Returning to Hometown"]
Once upon a time, there was a young man named He Zhizhang , went to take the No. 1 exam, left his hometown, and rewrote the composition of "The Return to Hometown Oops". Day after day, year after year, He Zhizhang got old and returned to his hometown. But when he returned to his hometown, he was shocked. The flowers were blooming bright red, the leaves of the willow trees were green, the ears of rice in the fields were golden, and in the distance, there was a blue lake. , there are fish swimming happily in the water all year round. At this time, a child jumped over and asked with a smile: "Guest, where are you from? Who are you looking for?" He Zhizhang smiled and said: "Don't you recognize me?" The child scratched his scalp and tilted his head. First, the composition of the sixth grade of elementary school "Rewriting the "Returning to Hometown Odd Book"". He Zhizhang wrote this ancient poem when he returned home: When I was young, I left home and my boss came back, but my local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from. Rewrite the composition of "Occasionally Returning Hometown" to 200 words. 2. Rewrite "Occasionally Returning Hometown" into an article with a title of your own, no less than 300 words.
The willows are lingering, and the wild geese are flying south. He Zhizhang has obtained the emperor's consent to retire and return to his hometown. He dreamed of his hometown countless times in his dreams. When he thought about going home this time, he couldn't be happier. It felt like he was back in his childhood.
He Zhizhang recalled the scene when the young man studied hard and succeeded in becoming an official. In the blink of an eye, he has been an official in the imperial court for fifty-six years. I am eighty-six years old this year. But he couldn't change the accent of his hometown. When he looked in the mirror, he saw that his temples had turned white and he was no longer as young and energetic as when he took office.
He Zhizhang rides on horseback, traveling thousands of miles a day with his mind as fast as an arrow. He laughed all the way and even sang his self-composed "Ode to the Willows." Finally returned to my hometown after a long absence. He smelled how fresh the air was and how peaceful his hometown was. Taste the clear spring in my hometown, it is so sweet. Touching the soil in my hometown, I feel the fragrance again. The country roads are still so winding, and the scene of carrying a schoolbag to school as a child seems to come to mind again.
He touched the old willow tree and said to himself: Do you still recognize me? But I'm still thinking about you. I still miss every plant and tree in my hometown. Do people in my hometown still recognize me?
At this time, a group of children saw He Zhizhang walking back and forth with extraordinary behavior and high energy, thinking that he was from another place and lost his way. They surrounded him and asked him questions. A little boy asked innocently: "Grandpa, where are you from? Are you lost?" He Zhizhang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Children, I am from Yongxing, Yuezhou, and this is my hometown. Ah!" As he said this, he burst into tears.
The little boy still smiled and asked: "Why haven't we seen you? Then you must be from the capital, right?" He Zhizhang replied cheerfully: "I am from the capital, and so am I. I passed the exam when I was your age and haven't come back yet. Of course you haven't seen me! "Then why don't you settle down in the capital? The capital is so luxurious! "The other boys asked. He Zhizhang said: "No matter how good the capital is, it is not as good as my hometown! Big trees also know that fallen leaves return to their roots, not to mention us humans? "He Zhizhang said with emotion. Suddenly, a little boy said: "I heard my grandfather said that there is a high-ranking official in the capital, who is from here. His name is He Zhizhang. Is it you? "He nodded. "It turns out to be you! Grandpa, please stay at my house these days! Find a place to stay later! My grandpa is very enthusiastic, maybe you know him too! ”
“Thank you! "He Zhizhang was very moved. Later, when He Zhizhang really saw his childhood playmate, who was the child's grandfather, he simply couldn't believe it.
He Zhizhang was at the little boy's house that night, and he became so excited that he Hui Hao wrote the famous "Book of Returning to Hometown":
The young man left home and returned home,
The local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on the temples has faded. When children meet each other but don't know each other, they laugh and ask where the guest is from. 3. The composition is adapted from the ancient poem "The Return to Hometown"
[The composition is adapted from the ancient poem "The Return to Hometown"] In the sunset, a long field road is covered with green crops as far as the eye can see. The composition is adapted from the ancient poem "Returning to Hometown"
I am finally back! He Zhizhang said with excitement. The boy came over and asked him: Grandpa, where are you from? He Zhizhang smiled and replied: My hometown is here. He went to Dongcheng when he was young and came back when he was old. The boy asked again: Then, grandpa, will you come back? Dongcheng? He Zhizhang said: No, no, I will live here and never go back to Dongcheng. Grandpa, how long have you been in Dongcheng? He Zhizhang said: Nearly 40 years. The boy said: 40 years! He Zhizhang said: Well, I have been missing my hometown every day for the past 40 years. Today, I am finally back. Grandpa, you must be tired after walking for so long, okay? He Zhizhang said: Haha, okay, the composition for the fourth grade of primary school is "Rewriting the Ancient Poetry "Returning to Hometown"". The little boy said again: You must have many interesting things and stories, okay? ! He Zhizhang said.
They laughed as they walked and disappeared into the beautiful sunset...
Fourth grade of Dehui Experimental Primary School: Liu Silin 4. A 400-word essay adapted from the Return to Hometown Oops
>Looking up at the bright moonlight, it reminded me of my deep longing for my hometown.
"I wonder if the moon in my hometown is as bright as this? It's time to go back and take a look." I stroked my beard and muttered to myself.
The next morning I decided to go back to my hometown to have a look. Sitting on the carriage, I felt like returning home, and I was extremely excited.
I left home when I was young, and now that I am gray-haired, I think about what my hometown will be like day and night. With full expectations, the bumps on the road are no longer so unbearable. Finally, after a long journey, the carriage stopped.
I walked down quickly, and the clear stream in my hometown came into view from a distance. The sky was still so blue, and the trees were still so green... The endless beauty in front of me reminded me of my childhood. memories. Just when I was lost in memories, a sweet childish voice floated into my ears: "Old uncle, where are you from?" I looked closely and saw two children in bright yellow dresses with their round eyes open. Looking at me with curious eyes, I bent down and smiled and said to them in my hometown accent: "I come from a far away place, but I used to be from here too!" They touched their little heads in confusion and said in unison. : "Are you from us too? Then why haven't we seen you?" Hearing this, my heart was surging and I was very sad. I couldn't help but burst into tears for a while.
My dear hometown! I should have come back to see you earlier! When I returned to my residence, I wrote a poem called "Odd Book on Returning to My Hometown" with a feeling of longing and sadness: When I left home when I was little, my boss came back, but my local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.
Putting down the pen, ***'s dry eyes couldn't help but moisten... 5. "Returning to Hometown" (rewritten narrative) "Returning to Hometown" (rewritten) by Yang Shuyi, Class 2, Primary 4, Liushi, Yueqing, Zhejiang When I was 36 years old, I was strong and full of poems.
That year, the emperor selected me from among thousands of people to serve as an official in the capital. Since then, I have been busy with work every day and have no time to go home and reunite with my relatives.
Thirty-nine years later, that is, I am now very old. The emperor saw that I was of no use, that I was a little deaf, that my eyesight was a little blurry, and that I was already 75 years old, so he ordered me to resign and return to my hometown.
The thought of seeing my loved ones soon brings a smile to my wrinkled face. I was sitting in a carriage, admiring the beautiful mountains and rivers of my motherland along the way, and thought to myself: Is my hometown, Shaoxing, still the same as before? I really want to go home right away and taste the tender loofahs and red tomatoes in the garden... I must go to the big peach tree to enjoy the cool in the evening, and go fishing in the big and round fish pond... What is the accent of my hometown? There has been no change in ten years, but my hair has turned gray. I wonder if my wife and family still recognize me. After a month of living in the open, I finally rushed back to my hometown.
Ah, my hometown, my home! The thatched hut I built when I was young is still there, the clear fish pond is still there, and the colorful goldfish are still there! I also saw a group of lively and cute children playing in front of my house. Ah, these must be my children and grandchildren, right? Although I have gray hair and a beard, I am now full of children and grandchildren, and I am content. Several children saw me coming and surrounded me curiously. A slightly older and bold little boy raised his head and said to me with a smile: "Grandpa, where are you from and where are you going?" ?" When I heard this, I smiled bitterly and was filled with emotion. I became inspired by poetry and recited a poem: The young man left home and his boss returned, but his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded.
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other, so they laugh and ask where the guest comes from? .
6. The short story "Returning to Hometown" should be more than 500 words
Several early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, and the new swallows peck at the spring mud." On a sunny afternoon, the birds were free in the sky. The land is flying. He Zhizhang, the famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, was walking on his way back to his hometown. The winding mountain roadside was full of colorful wild flowers. In the mountains, groups of cattle and sheep grazed leisurely on the grass. Seeing such beautiful scenery, his temples became hairy. He Zhizhang, who was white, couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Hometown, your beautiful fragrance lingers in my dreams many times, and now I have finally returned to the place where I was born and raised." He Zhizhang saw the inconspicuous little banyan trees before, It has grown to 20 to 30 meters high, with lush branches and leaves, and green trees, standing upright at the head of the village. He stroked the thick trunk of the banyan tree affectionately, and said to himself: "Time is not kind to people, and I leave home in a blink of an eye." It has been more than fifty years and you have grown up! "After that, he walked to the ancient well at the end of the village that still looked the same. Looking down, the well water clearly showed his old and unfamiliar figure. He drank a sip of well water and felt that the well water was still sweet and quenching his thirst... …Suddenly, there was a sound of playing. He Zhizhang looked back and saw that it was a group of children chasing butterflies. He saw the butterflies flying next to He Zhizhang. He Zhizhang suddenly became childlike. He stretched out his left hand and fished for the butterfly with his right hand, but the butterfly was not caught. The children who caught up saw a stranger and said, "Grandpa Whitebeard, where are you from and where are you going?" He Zhizhang touched his white beard with one hand and a child's head with the other, and said with a smile: "I am from here!" "Liar! Liar!" So why have we never met you? "Oh, it's a long story. That's because I went out when I was young and came back when I was old. When I left, your father wasn't born yet!" So of course you don’t know me! "No wonder, you can speak the local dialect... He Zhizhang, who was in his eighties, walked into his long-awaited home surrounded by village children. He was full of imagination, inspired by poetry, and wrote a poem: "Return to Home." "Book of Hometown Oddities" When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. 7. Composition of "The Odd Book of Returning to Hometown"
[Composition of "Obvious Book of Returning to Hometown"] When I was a child, I was still a little naughty boy. In a blink of an eye, I was a gray-haired old man. "Old Book of Returning to Hometown" Composition. I still remember that when I was young, I entered the examination room, won the Jinshi, and became an official in Beijing. Before I left, I rode a mule and walked slowly with my clothes. My eyes filled with tears and I reluctantly left. I said goodbye to my family and looked at their departing figures, and I couldn't help but burst into tears. I arrived in the capital, became an official, and did many good things for the people. I also saw many commodities that could not be seen in the countryside. I sent a I wrote letter after letter to my family, telling them that I was living well in Beijing. One day, my son sent me a letter, saying that I had lost my grandson. , I looked in the mirror, and it turned out that I was already gray-haired and my vision was blurry. I resigned from my official position and returned to my hometown. At the entrance of the village, I saw a child. He asked me: "Old man, where are you from?" ?" "I came back from the capital to reunite with my family." "Are you He Zhizhang?" "I am." "Dad! Grandpa is back!" "Dad! "My son said excitedly. My family asked me to go to the house to rest. I said, "I don't want to play with my grandson!" After that, I started playing with my grandson. A 300-word essay on "Returning to Hometown". 8. Xiangyin - "Returning to Hometown" was adapted into a composition
Because He Zhizhang became a Jinshi at the age of thirty-seven, he shed tears and said goodbye to his hometown, saying: "We say farewell today, when will we see you again?" He Zhizhang has been in a foreign land for 43 years. He cried and said: "The days have been long for 43 years. I have gone home to visit my hometown. How do I feel about my old friends? What a great change! I am over eighty years old. I have abandoned my official position and returned to my hometown. How do I feel about my companions? The leaves have fallen and I have returned to my roots. I must go back to my hometown!" After saying that, he got on the carriage and drove away.
Mr. He's temples have turned white. Seeing that he has set foot on the country, he can't help but feel a little prosperous and a little depressed. The local pronunciation has not changed, but the rural scenery has greatly changed. The rural houses are bigger and wider; the rural roads are cleaner and wider.
Mr. He said with a smile: "My hometown has undergone tremendous changes. I have been away from my hometown for many years. I am sad and happy, but it is also a great joy for me to return to my hometown!" Mr. He stepped on the rural road. , two children were playing marbles with great interest. When they saw Mr. He coming, they couldn't help but feel a little strange. The naughty boy laughed and said, "I wonder where this distinguished guest is from?" Mr. He also smiled and said, "I am a native of this country. < /p>
Because I have been away from home for many years and am working as an official, I am both happy and sad at the same time! "Another naughty boy said: "Where is the sadness and where is the joy?" Mr. He said: "I am sad that I have been away from home for many years. When I see my hometown today, it makes me cry when I think about being homesick day and night. I am so happy that I have finally returned to my hometown. The leaves have fallen and I have returned to my roots. Isn’t it great to see the dramatically changed scenery and hear the familiar sounds?” 9. A 400-word essay rewritten from a book about returning to my hometown
Looking up at the bright moonlight, it reminded me of my deep longing for my hometown. "I wonder if the moon in my hometown is as bright as this? It's time to go back and take a look." I murmured to myself, stroking my beard.
The next morning I decided to go back to my hometown to have a look. Sitting on the carriage, I felt like returning home, and I was extremely excited. I left home when I was young, and now that I am gray-haired, I think about what my hometown will become like day and night. With full expectations, the bumps on the road are no longer so unbearable.
Finally, after a long journey, the carriage stopped.
I walked down quickly, and the clear stream in my hometown came into view from a distance. The sky was still so blue, and the trees were still so green... The endless beauty in front of me brought back memories of my childhood.
Just when I was lost in memories, a sweet childish voice floated into my ears: "Old uncle, where are you from?" I looked closely and saw two people wearing bright yellow dresses. The children were looking at me curiously with their round eyes. I bent down and smiled and said to them in my hometown accent: "I come from a very far away place, but I used to be from here too!" They touched it in confusion. I touched my little head and said in unison: "Are you from us here too? Then why haven't we seen you?" When I heard this, my heart was surging and I was very sad. I couldn't help but burst into tears for a while. My dear hometown! I should have come back to see you earlier!
When I returned to my place of residence, with a sad feeling of longing, I wrote a poem called "Odd Book on Returning to Hometown":
The young man left home and his elder brother came back, but his local accent has not changed and his hair on his temples has not changed. decline.
Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.
Putting down the pen, ***'s dry eyes couldn't help but moisten... 10. Rewrite the return home page into a 100-word essay
There are two different articles in the return home page. I know which article you are asking about.
First of all, when I was young, I had great ambitions. I always wanted to go out of my home and have a career, and then go home and make my family happy and proud of me after I achieved results. But I never thought that I would return to my hometown in my later years.
My accent has not changed, it is still the same as before I left, but as time goes by, I have grown older and my temples have turned gray. The children from my hometown came over enthusiastically when they saw me. None of them knew me. They smiled and asked me where I was coming from.
Second, I have been away from my hometown for several years, and I don’t know about the changes in my family. It was not until I returned home that I discovered that my hometown has changed a lot. Looking around at the changes in my hometown, I discovered that only the clear water of Jinghu Lake, blown by the spring breeze, was still rippling like it used to be.
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