I left my hometown when I was a child and didn't come back until fifty years later. Although my accent hasn't changed, my temples have turned white. I walked to the village entrance of my hometown and saw several children. I got off the horse and asked the children kindly. Do you know where Zhang Zhi's home is? The child said, "What do you want to do?" I said, "I am He Zhangzhi." The child said, "You are the famous He Zhangzhi." The children dragged me home, and I finally returned to my long-lost home, so I wrote the poem "Back to my hometown".
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When I was young, I left my hometown and became an official in Beijing. I didn't expect this to be 50 years. It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival. I think: I'm 86 years old, so I'd better stop being an official and go home and enjoy it. After much deliberation, he resigned from his official position and set foot on his way home.
Looking at the beautiful scenery on the roadside, Qianshan came into view, and familiar voices were introduced to my ears. I can't help thinking, thinking of childhood, thinking of relatives and friends. I don't know how long it took, but I have arrived at my hometown. A familiar smell came to my face, and everything in my hometown has not changed. I walked on that familiar path, and the scene of my childhood reappeared in my mind. Hometown hasn't changed, people have changed. Although my accent hasn't changed, my temples have turned gray.
Turning into that alley, I saw great changes around me. Occasionally I meet some acquaintances who no longer know me. At this time, many children suddenly ran out in front of them. They were playing. Seeing me, he leaned over and asked with a smile, "Grandpa, where are you from?" "I am from here!" "Then why haven't we seen you?" Say that finish, then ran away.
"I haven't returned home for many years. Are my relatives and friends still there? " After thinking about it, I went to see my relatives.
At the age of 36, I left my hometown to be an official in the court. I dedicated my life to the imperial court and won the appreciation of emperors of all ages. He served four emperors. You may delay, but time will not. When I was old, I submitted my resignation to the emperor and decided to go home to spend my old age and enjoy my family! Seeing that I am old, the emperor had to reluctantly let me go back to my hometown and give me a mirror lake.
At the thought of returning to my hometown where I miss my dreams day and night, my old heart is full of infinite happiness! I still clearly remember that whenever spring blossoms, under that green hill, that small village is full of poetry and painting. At the entrance of the village, a group of children are playing; In the tree, a small group of birds are singing happily; Golden straw houses are dotted with green land; Piglets and old cows with black and white flowers are running around happily on the ground; Hard-working women sit in front of their homes, weaving "cheep-cheep-cheep"; Tough guys take pains to plow the fields, and from time to time there are little sparrows to make trouble!
Alas, when I left my hometown, I was still young, and now my sideburns are gray. I have lost my spirit and become a useless old deadwood!
It is rare for the emperor and officials to respect me as always and see me off. After bidding farewell to the monarch and ministers who lived together day and night, I waded all the way to this small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers that I had been away from for many years and returned to my lovely hometown. The fatigue of running around all the way is really unbearable for me, who is over eighty years old. At the entrance of the village, I stumbled to a big stone and sat down. I can't help but think of the time when I used to drink, write poems and play chess with my companions. How wonderful that is! Look, I'm weak now! My hair is gray, too Why does time pass so quickly? Like a river, it flows quietly and quickly. Time waits for no one!
Suddenly, a group of lively and lovely, naive and naughty children came and surrounded me, looking up and down curiously and asking questions. One of the children crowded in front of me, stared at my long beard and smiled and asked, "Grandpa, where are you from?" Where are you going? What can we do for you? "The children's innocence and enthusiasm infected me, but now I return to my hometown, but I am a stranger! I can't help feeling sad. Recalling my good friend who grew up with me in my hometown, I had to smile and ask the children, "Children, let me ask you something ..." Before I finished, the children scrambled to say, "Are you a local, too? "Go ahead! We will try our best! " I said happily, "I asked your family and heard that your children call him little grandpa!" " "The children said with one voice," yes, yes, his home is at the east end of the village! """Grandpa, we'll take you!" While speaking, two children have helped me to the east end of the village. For a moment, I felt sad. Why is life so short? How long can I live? Fifty years later, when I left, these children, even their father, were not born yet! How could they possibly know me? Really: "The teenager leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed ... When a child meets a stranger, he will smile and ask where the guest is from."
2. The composition rewrites the ancient poem "The Return of the Native" [The composition rewrites the ancient poem "The Return of the Native"] At sunset, a long field path is covered with green crops at a glance, and the composition rewrites the ancient poem "The Return of the Native".
I'm finally back! He Zhangzhi said excitedly that a little boy came up to him and asked him, Grandpa, where are you from? He Zhangzhi replied with a smile: My hometown is here. I went to Dongcheng when I was young, and I didn't come back until I was old. The boy asked again, so, grandpa, are you going back to Dongcheng? He said: no, no, I will live here in the future and never go back to Dongcheng. Grandpa, how long have you been in Dongcheng? He said to Zhang Zhi: Almost 40 years. The little boy said: 40 years! He Zhangzhi said: I have been thinking about my hometown every day for 40 years. Today I finally came back. Grandpa, you must be tired after such a long walk. Come to my house and have a rest, will you? He said to him: Ha ha, yes, the composition "Writing and Rewriting Ancient Poetry" in the fourth grade of primary school is a hometown couplet. The little boy added, you must have many interesting stories, right? Tell me, will you? All right! He said to Zhang Zhi.
They walked and laughed and disappeared into the beautiful sunset. ...
Fourth grade of dehui city Experimental Primary School: Liu Silin
3. How to write an essay about this ancient poem? One morning, an old man returned to his hometown. His sideburns turned white and his beard turned white, but he was full of energy. He is the great poet He Zhangzhi.
At the entrance to the village, he saw the willow tree, with long branches hanging like green curtains and dazzling green. He remembered the poem "Yong Liu".
He patted the old tree and said, "Old friend, you are still young, but I am old." He walked on and saw a group of children. One of them ran over and asked him, "Grandpa, where are you from?" He said to Zhang Zhi, "I am from the imperial court!" But the accent of his hometown has not changed, and the child feels very strange. Why did he return to our dialect? He said, "I heard from my grandfather that a friend is from the imperial court.
Are you his friend? "He Zhangzhi said," I'm from the imperial court. The child said; "You wait here for a while, and I'll find grandpa for you."
The child's grandfather came out and looked like an old friend. Grandpa talked to He for a long time. He said to Zhang Zhi, "Where is my old house? Show me around. " My grandfather said, "well, I'll show you what's going on." When I arrived at He's old house, I entered the house, looked around and said, "My old house hasn't changed!" At this time, he picked up a brush and wrote the poem "My Hometown Book": "The teenager left home, the old man returned, and the local accent did not change.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. "。
4. Rewriting the composition of The Return of the Native [Rewriting the composition of The Return of the Native] Once upon a time, there was a young man named He who left his hometown to win the top prize and rewrote the composition of The Return of the Native. Day after day, year after year, He Zhangzhi got old and returned to his hometown. But when he returned home, he was shocked. Flowers are bright red and willows are bright. There is also a blue lake where fish swim happily all year round. At this time, a child skipped over and asked with a smile, "guest officer, where are you from and who are you looking for?" He Zhangzhi smiled and said, "You don't know me?" The child scratched his scalp and cocked his head. In the sixth grade of primary school, I wrote a composition "Rewriting Hometown Books". When He Zhangzhi returned home, he wrote this ancient poem: When he was young, he left home and the old man returned. The local accent didn't change his hairstyle. When children meet strangers, they smile and ask where the guests are from. He rewrote the composition "Letter from Home" in 200 words.
5. Rewrite the book of returning home into a composition: the willow is the willow, and the geese fly south. He got the consent of the emperor and retired from his hometown. I don't know how many times he has seen his hometown in his dream. At the thought of going home this time, he was very happy, as if he had returned to his childhood. He recalled the scene of trying to be an official as a teenager. In a blink of an eye, he has been an official in the court for 56 years. He is six years old this year, but he can't change his hometown accent. As soon as he looked in the mirror, he saw that his sideburns had turned white, and he was no longer the youth when he took office. He Zhangzhi rides on horseback and travels thousands of miles to anxious to return every day. He laughed all the way and even sang his own "Liu Yong". He finally returned to his hometown of reunion after a long separation. He smelled such fresh air. My hometown is very quiet. It is so sweet to taste the clear spring in my hometown. When I touch the soil in my hometown, I feel so fragrant. The country road is still so winding, and the scene of carrying a schoolbag to school as a child seems to reappear. He touched the old willow and said to himself, Do you still recognize me? But I still miss you. I still miss everything in my hometown. Do people in my hometown still recognize me? At this time, a group of children, seeing He's abnormal behavior and energetic walking back and forth, thought he was from other places and got lost. They surrounded him with questions. A little boy asked innocently, "Grandpa, where are you from?" Are you lost? "He was shocked and then said," Son, I'm from Yongxing, Yuezhou, and this is my hometown! " As he spoke, he burst into tears. The little boy still smiled and asked, "how come we haven't seen you?" "Then you must be from Beijing?" He Zhang replied quickly: "I am from Beijing. I passed the exam when I was your age and I haven't come back yet. Of course you haven't seen me! " Then why don't you settle in Beijing? Beijing is luxurious! "Asked another boy. He said, "No matter how good the capital is, it is not as good as my hometown! Trees also know that leaves take root, not to mention us? " He Zhangzhi said with emotion. Suddenly, a little boy said, "I heard from my grandfather that there is a big official in Beijing who is from here." His name is He Zhangzhi. Is that you? "He nodded." It is you! Grandpa, you can stay at my house these days! Find a place to live in the future! My grandfather is very enthusiastic. Maybe you know him! "He made Zhang very moved. Later, he really met his childhood playmate, the child's grandfather. He couldn't believe it. He wrote the famous "hometown couplet book" when he was excited at the little boy's house that night: when the teenager left home, the local accent did not change. When a child meets a stranger, he asks where the guest is from.
6. According to poetry and reasonable imagination, I wrote a narrative of returning to my hometown in the first person. At the age of 36, he left his hometown to be an official in the imperial court and devoted his life to the imperial court, which was appreciated by emperors of all dynasties.
He served four emperors. You may delay, but time will not. When I was old, I submitted my resignation to the emperor and decided to go home to spend my old age and enjoy my family! Seeing that I am old, the emperor had to reluctantly let me go back to my hometown and give me a mirror lake.
At the thought of returning to my hometown where I miss my dreams day and night, my old heart is full of infinite happiness! I still clearly remember that whenever spring blossoms, under that green hill, that small village is full of poetry and painting. At the entrance of the village, a group of children are playing; In the tree, a small group of birds are singing happily; Golden straw houses are dotted with green land; Piglets and old cows with black and white flowers are running around happily on the ground; Hard-working women sit in front of their homes, weaving "cheep-cheep-cheep"; Tough guys take pains to plow the fields, and from time to time there are little sparrows to make trouble! Alas, when I left my hometown, I was still young, and now my sideburns are gray. I have lost my spirit and become a useless old deadwood! It is rare for the emperor and officials to respect me as always and see me off.
After bidding farewell to the monarch and ministers who lived together day and night, I waded all the way to this small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers that I had been away from for many years and returned to my lovely hometown. The fatigue of running around all the way is really unbearable for me, who is over eighty years old.
At the entrance of the village, I stumbled to a big stone and sat down. I can't help but think of the time when I used to drink, write poems and play chess with my companions.
How wonderful that is! Look, I'm weak now! My hair is gray, too Why does time pass so quickly? Like a river, it flows quietly and quickly. Time waits for no one! Suddenly, a group of lively and lovely, naive and naughty children came and surrounded me, looking up and down curiously and asking questions.
One of the children crowded in front of me, stared at my long beard and smiled and asked, "Grandpa, where are you from?" Where are you going? What can we do for you? "The children's innocence and enthusiasm infected me, but now I return to my hometown, but I am a stranger! I can't help feeling sad. Recalling my good friend who grew up with me in my hometown, I had to smile and ask the children, "Children, let me ask you something ..." Before I finished, the children scrambled to say, "Are you a local, too? "Go ahead! We will try our best! " I said happily, "I asked your family and heard that your children call him little grandpa!" " "The children said with one voice," yes, yes, his home is at the east end of the village! """Grandpa, we'll take you!" While speaking, two children have helped me to the east end of the village.
For a moment, I felt sad. Why is life so short? How long can I live? Fifty years later, when I left, these children, even their father, were not born yet! How could they possibly know me? Really: "When a teenager leaves home, the local accent will not change. When a child meets a stranger, he will smile and ask where the guest is from. " .
7. Rewrite the composition of Back to Hometown [Rewrite the composition of Back to Hometown]
Once upon a time, there was a young man named He who left his hometown to rewrite the composition of My Hometown Book. Day after day, year after year, he grew old and returned to his hometown. But when he returned home, he was shocked. The flowers are bright red, the willow leaves are green, the ears of rice in the field are golden, and there is a blue lake in the distance. Fish swim happily in the water all year round. At this time, a child skipped over and asked with a smile, "guest officer, where are you from?" Who are you looking for? " He Zhangzhi smiled and said, "You don't know me?" The child scratched his scalp and cocked his head. The composition of the sixth grade in primary school is Rewriting the Composition of Returning Home. When He returned to his hometown, he wrote this ancient poem: When the teenager left home, the old man returned, and the local accent remained unchanged. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. Rewrite the composition of Back to Hometown by 200 words.
8. Homecoming Book Composition [Homecoming Book Composition] When I was a child, I was a little urchin, and suddenly I became a white-haired old man, writing Homecoming Book. I still remember when I was young, I entered the examination room, won the Jinshi and became an official in Beijing. When I left, I rode a mule and dragged my clothes slowly, with tears in my eyes. I have done a lot of good things for the people, and I have also seen many goods that I can't see in the countryside. I sent one letter after another to my family, telling them that our capital is doing well, and my sixth grade composition "My classmates can read books". One day, my son wrote to me saying that I had lost my grandson. I looked in the mirror, and it turned out that I was white-haired and my eyes were blurred. "I came back from Beijing and was reunited with my family." "Excuse me, are you a congratulatory seal?" "I am." "dad! Grandpa is back, grandpa is back! " "dad! You're back at last, "said the son excitedly. My family asked me to rest in the house. I said, "I don't want to play with my little grandson!" " After that, I started playing with my grandson. The composition of Homecoming Book is 300 words.
9. When I got home, the wind blew gently across the grass and the mist was hazy.
On the top of the mountain, I vaguely saw that figure, lonely and sad. Riding a good horse, in the breeze.
Looking at his hometown after such a long separation, he was filled with thoughts. This man is He, who left his hometown in his early years and went out to study.
Because of a poem about Liu Yong, he became a famous writer in the Tang Dynasty. Year after year, so it passed.
The old expression on his face can already tell his age. Weathered! The hair of that year has turned into white hair! That face is full of infinite sadness, although it is full of children and grandchildren now.
But I can't forget the mountains, water, grass and trees in my hometown.
Memories and playmates. Thought of here, eyes dripping with crystal tears.
He sighed softly; Familiar and unfamiliar hometown! I finally came back. For decades.
I'm old, too, but you haven't changed a bit. Things have changed! Looking up, I saw a man about his age coming from a distance.
He came slowly and studied Zhang Zhi carefully. Open your mouth and say, Brother Zhang, you are back.
We haven't seen each other for years! He Zhangzhi was puzzled and asked, Who are you? The old man said, Brother Zhang, I am your childhood playmate. Don't you remember me? I'm Hao Xuan! He suddenly realized that this was his brother Hao Xuan. I never came back. Look at my memory.
It's really rude! Haoxuan said: Nothing, nothing, now that you are back, go to my house! Let's talk about these years! Then he took Ho's hand and walked slowly towards his home. When I got to his house, a group of children came up and asked, Grandpa, who are you? Where did it come from? What are you doing? His face was sad again.
Haoxuan saw something and said, this is my friend. Go and play! Those children had better go after supper. He Zhangzhi's mind was full of what happened today, so he changed his pen and wrote My Return of the Native = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = We are a gorgeous dividing line = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
10. Local accent-"Letter from Home" rewrites the composition because He Zhangzhi is a scholar at the age of 37. He is crying here and says, "See you today, when will we meet again?" I have worked in a foreign land for 43 years, he cried, and he cried and said, "It has been 43 years, and I want to go home and explore my hometown. I wonder what happened to my old friend? " What a change! I am over 80 years old and have abandoned my official position and returned to my hometown. I wonder how my partner is. When the leaves fall to the roots, I must go back to my hometown! "With that, he boarded the carriage and roared off.
He Lao's temples were gray, and when he saw that he had set foot on rural land, he couldn't help but feel a little excited and depressed. The rural accent has not changed, but the rural scenery has changed a lot, and the houses in rural areas have become bigger and wider; The country roads are clean and wide.
He Lao smiled and said, "My hometown has changed a lot. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I am sad and happy, but it is also a great comfort for me to return to my hometown! " He Lao stepped on the country road, and two children were playing marbles with great interest. When he came, it was a little strange. An urchin smiled and said, "I wonder where your guest is?" He Lao also smiled and said: "I am from my hometown.
Because I have been away from home for many years, being an official outside is both happy and sad! "Another urchin said," where is the sadness and happiness? "He Lao said:" I have been away from home for many years, and today I see my hometown. Thinking of homesickness day and night makes people cry. "I am glad that I have finally returned to my hometown and fallen leaves have returned to the roots. I am very happy to see the great rural scenery and smell the familiar local accent. " .