1. Essay, with the theme "I Love This Land", 600 words
"Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love the land deeply." ”
This land has nurtured us. But have we noticed that this land is getting "better" day by day?
This land is the hometown of Wei Yuan, a thinker in the Qing Dynasty. He was the most visionary person who "opened his eyes to see the world" during the Opium War. He not only resolutely resisted aggression, but also valued understanding and learning Western science and technology as an important method to deal with aggression. In "Hai Guo Tu Zhi", he well implemented and brought into play Lin Zexu's understanding and learning of Western ideas and practices, and put forward the correct slogan of "learning from the foreigners and developing skills to control the foreigners". He is the pride of Shaoyang. As a native of Wei Yuan's former residence, I am deeply proud. I also love this land deeply.
This land has the world cultural heritage - Langshan. His natural landscape is unique. There are so many strange stone peaks and deep caves. The Fuyi River in the upper reaches of Zijiang River meanders through the north and south, with picturesque scenery, including the beauty of Guilin, the tranquility of Qingcheng Mountain, and the majesty of Mount Tai. This mountain is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this mountain and I love this land deeply.
This land has the reputation of "Citrus City". As long as you break off a segment of the citrus here and take a bite, the sweet juice will flow into your mouth and soak into your heart, making you unable to put it down. Not only is it delicious, it also has a nice name - Xuefeng Mandarin. Premier Zhou personally named it after tasting it! This orange is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this orange and I love this land deeply.
This land has picturesque scenery and the cycle of seasons. Spring is full of vitality, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant; summer is scorching with scorching sun and green grass; autumn is resplendent and fruit-laden; winter is covered in silver and pink and jade. The murmuring stream is crystal clear, with fish swimming freely in the water, as if playing with tourists! This scene is the pride of Shaoyang. I love this scene and I love this land deeply.
It is the common wish of millions of people to build this land into a civilized, harmonious and prosperous city! He is the hometown of our fellow citizens. We should use high morale, full enthusiasm, and the sweat of youth and wisdom to add color to his beautiful tomorrow. Because we love this land so deeply.
Is there a place that you will never forget?
Is it that your heart always calls him affectionately?
Is it your eyes? Inside, my eyes were already filled with tears.
And this place is called "hometown". I believe that with the joint efforts of the people of Shaoyang, Shaoyang's tomorrow will be better and better. 2. I love this land composition
My hometown Guiyang is in the central region of Guizhou Province and is one of the richest areas in mineral resources in the country. It is rich in aluminum, coal, iron, magnesium, silicon, and barite. There are more than 50 mineral resources such as stone, marble, dolomite, limestone and kaolin.
Guiyang is located right in the center of this region. Guiyang has a subtropical warm and humid climate. There is no scorching heat in summer and no severe cold in winter. The annual average temperature is about 15 degrees. It is a very beautiful place. Therefore, the population of Guiyang City has grown rapidly in recent years, which has put great pressure on Guiyang invisibly, because with more people, the number of houses will increase accordingly, and to build houses, land must be occupied. Then, "Forest City" will soon be It has become a city of houses. Buildings are rising from the ground one after another. Although they are majestic and spectacular, have you heard the cries of the "earth" that is pressed down by the thick cement?
When you walk on the cement road, there may have been a clear stream here, as if it silently accused humans of occupying the home where it lives. If we continue to open up and occupy land indiscriminately, plants and animals will stay away from us. Without land, crops will not grow. Maybe 30 years later, yellow sand will continue to float in the sky, and the sky will be like a heavy casserole. , the sun hangs listlessly in the sky, looking so tired, and the pungent smell in the air is unbearable. By then, it will be too late, and we can only sit back and wait for death.
I often see on TV that the ocean accounts for 70% of the earth's total area and the land accounts for 30% of the earth. This shows how important land is to humans, animals, and plants. Friends, do you know that humankind's use of natural resources has exceeded its own renewal capacity by 20%, and the number of biological species on the earth has decreased by 35%, of which freshwater species have decreased by 54%, and marine species have decreased by 35%. Forest species have decreased by 15%, and every day countless construction teams are working hard to build houses on what were once rice fields, vegetable fields, fish ponds, and groves.
Some wealthy uncles and aunts selfishly want to build more and more large houses instead of two or three, and they also need to build their own parking lots. This kind of land encroachment will not be strictly enforced if the To protect the existing land, humans can only move to another planet. Each of us likes green grass, its tenacious vitality, and likes to lie on it and indulge in fantasy. It is a gift from nature to mankind. It stretches into the distance like a green blanket, making people feel bright in front of their eyes and bright in their hearts. Feel comfortable.
On the grass, the senior high school seniors were talking about their ideals in small groups. The old people were sitting there recalling the scenes of their youth. What a beautiful picture of life! I like the blue sky, its pure purity, and I like to play happily in its arms. It is a good friend of mankind. The blue sky and white clouds aroused many people's thoughts: my sister said: "That is delicious marshmallows."
I said; "That is a white sailboat floating in the sea, carrying them to the destination of knowledge." "The other side." Dad said: "That is the most precious wealth that people have."
Land is a non-renewable and limited precious resource. Each of us citizens must join hands to cherish every inch of land. , Make good use of every inch of land, don't destroy your home for survival for petty profits, and don't make Mother Earth shed tears for the sake of immediate comfort and ease. When I was a kid, I often had a dream. There was a square basket under a bunch of colorful balloons. My cat and I were in that basket, floating in the wind, to the ends of the earth.
When I wake up from the dream, I always find that I am still lying firmly in the soft quilt, and my cat meows at me in front of the bed, which seems to be telepathy. There is a small sapling in front of the door. My father planted it in the month I was born. He said that older children will be healthier.
But I always don’t understand. I eat obediently every day, but why it doesn’t grow as fast as it does. The sapling absorbs the nutrients from the earth and thrives. When summer comes, it already has a Rich shade, that is my paradise. Childhood was relatively independent.
My father has been studying abroad for many years, my mother runs a canteen by herself, and my brother gets up early every day and walks far away to go to school. Usually, my mother would put me in a big basin at the door and throw a bunch of toys in it to accompany me day after day.
Without the treatment of being held in the arms of adults, I cannot feel the feeling of overlooking the earth. I sit in my big basin and look at the world curiously with my head tilted up. I like every picture that passes by. Smiley face, they are people like me who have their feet on the earth and do not enjoy the privilege of overlooking the earth. The dream of flying into the sky in a balloon has never stopped. I often fantasize about it in my big basket.
Turning around, I saw the sapling growing up by absorbing the nutrients of the earth. I waved my swollen little arms and repeated my daydream with a smile. It was winter when I was a toddler, and business at home was booming. My mother dressed me in three pieces and three pieces outside, like a heavy machine. I happily walked on my little feet in the snow, and then fell down again. I got up slowly, without crying or fussing. If I saw a smiling sister walking by and opened my eyes wide and smiled at her, my sister would naturally hug me.
It is also in this constant fall and zero-distance contact with the earth that I can walk steadily. When I was 9 years old, I felt itchy looking at the bicycle outside the door, so I pushed the bicycle down the small landslide at the school gate over and over again. Looking at the friendly concrete floor, I was never afraid, so I didn’t do anything. Had a fall.
One day in my dream, I suddenly found that I could ride a bicycle. I hurriedly went to practice the next morning, and the wheels turned "chirping", just like my dream, which was colorful and shining. I have moved several times while growing up. The big pots and saplings from my childhood have long since disappeared, and the scars on my knees and arms have long since faded.
I watched Shunji Iwai’s movie not long ago. The heroine shouted “How are you?” It started to burn up, like fireworks all over the sky, bright and dazzling. I leaned down and smelled the fragrance of earth. The pain will continue, and the injury will not stop. It is just through the close contact with the earth that I have slowly learned to be indifferent and smile.
As long as I stand on the ground, I will work hard to hold up the blue sky. 3. Write an essay on the topic of land, refer to Ai Qing's "I Love This Land", and give some suggestions
The Oath of the Land Duanmu Hongliang For the vast Guandong wilderness, I have a burning pain in my heart love.
I hear her calling my name all the time, and I hear her calling me back all the time. Sometimes I put my hand on my chest, and I know that my heart is still beating and my heart is still gushing blood, because I often feel that it is overflowing with enthusiasm.
When I lie on the ground, when I look up at the stars in the sky, holding a handful of soil in my hand, or when I recall the past events of my childhood, I think of the towering green sky. In the white birch forest, the straight and beautiful birch trees stand in the wilderness; I see the rushing horses, the Mongolian dogs howling in the middle of the night, I hear the crisp sound of the whip rolling down the mountain stream; I think of the red cloth like Sorghum, golden beans, black earth, ruby ??faces, black jade eyes, colorful mountain eagles, galloping deer, coal with the smell of rosin, and pure red gold; I think of the distant land Car bells, horses wearing string bells running on the straight road on a sunny day, the fox fairy's late-night whispers, the weird wind in the wilderness... At this time I heard my hometown calling me, and there was a voice calling me in my hometown. I. She called my name in a low voice, her voice so urgent that I had to go back.
I am always haunted by this sound. No matter where I go, even if I am sleeping deeply, or when I suddenly wake up from my sleep, I will suddenly think that it is time for me to go back. . I had to go back, I never wanted to leave her.
This voice is unstoppable and cannot be chosen. This voice has achieved eternal communication with my heart.
When I remember my hometown, I can see a kind of red-ripened slurry rolling in the deep layers of the earth. That’s where this sound comes from. In that eternal stratum, there is a burning torrent, like my heart gushing blood.
I know this. I often put my hands on the ground and I will feel it jumping, which is the same as the jumping of my heart. They never stop, their blood keeps flowing, they call each other in a passionate tacit understanding, and one day they will join together.
The land is my mother, and every inch of my skin is filled with grains of soil. As soon as my palms come close to the land, my heart becomes calm. I am of the lineage of the land, and I cannot leave her.
On the land of my hometown, I have left countless footprints. I buried my laughter in the ridges of the fields, caught grasshoppers on the rice grains, and left my fingerprints on the heavy pickaxe.
I have eaten cabbage that I grew myself. The soil in my hometown is fragrant.
In spring, when the east wind blows, the aroma of the soil wafts in the fields. The river flows shallowly, the willow branches come out like a burst of smoke, and there is a joyful sound in the air.
There is a kind of cry everywhere in the wilderness, the sky is clear and transparent, and the sound of labor can be heard from one end to the other. In autumn, silvery spider silk hangs from the horns of cattle, and the grain carts bring back grain. The sparrows get tired of eating and fly here and there.
The aroma of rice is strong, and the sound of grinding new grains in the yard is so beautiful and fertile... No one can forget her. I will fight to the end for her.
Land, wilderness, my hometown, you must be liberated! You must stand! Every night I hear the sound of galloping horse hooves, and the son of the grassland calls from the horizon at dawn. At this time I got up and looked for the big bear in the north in the sky. Under its golden light, it was my hometown.
I stared over there, watching until dawn broke in the sky. I can never forget, because I promised her that I would return to her, and I promised that I would definitely go back.
For her, I would give everything. I must see a more beautiful hometown appear in front of me --- or in front of my grave.
And I will use my tears to wash away all her filth and shame. Written on the tenth anniversary of September 18th. 4. Please write a junior high school essay, the title is "I Love This Land", the word count is about 600, thank you
I love this land, this once lush land - although it is no longer lush.
I love this land, this land that was once full of flowers - even though the flowers have long since withered.
I love this land, this land that was once full of tourists - although no one cares about it now.
I love this land, the land that once burned our youth - although we are no longer young.
I love this land, this land that was once so beautiful - even though it has gradually withered and lost its life. However, in our memory, it will always be full of vitality and vitality. I hope it will still be as beautiful when we are reborn next year.
A wanderer traveling far away:
I love this land, the land that gave birth to and nurtured me. Although I am about to leave you, I will never forget you, this familiar land.
I love this land, this land that makes me happy and nostalgic. Although I am about to leave you, let me take one last look at you, this gentle land.
I love this land, this land that carries my joys, sorrows and joys. Although I am about to leave you, please let me take away these colorful memories and this sentimental land.
I love this land, the land where I grew up. Although I am about to leave you, please smile and wave goodbye to me, and don’t make me too sad about this lovely land.
Blind man:
I love this land, this colorful land. I could hear the children describing the red flowers, green grass, blue sky and colorful houses. This mysterious land.
I love this land, this colorful land. I can imagine the turquoise lake with ripples, the golden sunshine shining on the sparkling lake, the pure white snowflakes falling from the sky, and the seven-color rainbow building a bridge to heaven. . This desirable land.
I love this land, this land of colorful dreams. I can see, yes, I can see, the fiery red sun rising from the horizon, the green shoots growing hard, the white clouds blocking the heavy rain, and the deep blue ocean roaring loudly.
With the eyes of my heart, I saw this vibrant land, the most brilliant land in my life! 5. Help write an essay: I love this land
I love this sentimental land
Two years ago, I walked from the open and vast North China Plain into this elegant and elegant land. Beautiful small town in Jiangnan. Perhaps the rugged mountains, rushing water, and simple folk customs in the north have left too heavy and deep imprints on my memory. Deep in my heart, I feel deeply for the indifferent human feelings behind the jade-like delicacy and modern urban charm of the Jiangnan Xiaojia. Tie an emotional knot.
It’s rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. This was my first impression when I first arrived in the south. The rain always falls like mist and smoke, falling slowly, making people's thoughts linger in the mist. Time is like a surging wave, constantly rushing to the beach, taking away the past sand and leaving behind fresh shells. Slowly, the poetic scenery of Jiangnan, the loyal and passionate story of the White Lady, and the righteous artillery fire of the Jiaoshan Fort against the invaders... all made me feel that I was too naive or too extreme before? Baiyangdian in North China has been active with small wooden boats that appear and disappear, and haven't the grass in the old area of ??Maoshan also ambushed guerrillas that frightened the enemy? The wind and snow in the North are certainly heroic, but the gentleness of the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is also filled with admirable flexibility. Yes, they are two pearls of the land of China, and who can tell which one of them is more dazzling and which one is more charming! I began to like this beautiful land from the bottom of my heart. But I vaguely felt like she was lacking something, not so perfect and ideal. Yeah, what's missing? Is it the harmonious neighborliness in the courtyard in the north, or the words of apology after the bicycle collision on the road, or... I thought about it for a long, long time.
In the north, when it comes to southerners, they always say: "Business is very good." Under the impact of the tide of modern commodities, under the temptation of money, under the colorful and colorful Western goods, Under the attack of foreign ideas and theories, the South seemed to be the first to fall into this vortex. After the material living standards have increased steadily and spiritual life has gained some satisfaction, it seems that the warmth of the world has become a "forgotten corner". I really feel sad for this precious lost relationship, and I think about how I can get it back and make this land even more lovable.
The heavy rain in July was pouring down, and its overwhelming momentum shocked me: How could the charming Jiangnan withstand this ruthless ravage? Pieces of farmland were flooded, every factory stopped production, and every household was in emergency... The vast sky and earth were all covered by this rare heavy rain. In this ruthless season of wind and rain, outstanding people from Jiangnan stepped forward one by one. Among them was Comrade Zhou Yishun, an ordinary villager in his 40s and deputy to the National People's Congress, who heroically sacrificed his life to eliminate danger; there were also countless party members and cadres who led the masses to fight on the flood control embankments. They fought at the forefront of the flood fight, using their flesh and blood, their will and spirit to fight against nature and fate. Some people never got up after lying down and rested in this beautiful land forever. . When the wild-horse flood finally retreated in front of the human walls, and when the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River regained its vitality, I couldn't help but exclaim loudly: What a tragic story! What a passionate land! What a group of brave Jiangnan people! For the sake of the country, the collective, and others, they would rather give up the love between mother and daughter, the love between husband and wife, and the love between father and son, and integrate themselves into this flood-fighting torrent of "there is no love in the wind and rain". Their feelings have been sublimated to a higher level. . This is really a passionate land. If it were not like this, how could we raise such passionate children?
The emotional knot in my heart was finally untied. During the reform and opening up, the land of Jiangnan has not lost its original innocence and nature, but has gained richer colors. It has not only given birth to many outstanding talents, but also created and continues to create batches of ordinary but great ordinary people who are full of infinite affection for the people.
I love this passionate land, and I have planted a deep wish on this land: to carry forward the national tradition and pursue modern elegance! I am proud that I am also a grass in this land. 6. I love this land composition
I love this land
Whenever I see the land in my hometown, I feel a heart-wrenching feeling. This is probably because I come from a peasant family that has been farming for generations. I have a special affection for the land. Later, when I listened to Qin Mu's radio essay "Land", I was so excited that tears filled my eyes, and I gained a profound understanding of "land is the lifeblood of farmers." Although I will no longer farm in this life, I often have pastoral dreams of "planting beans under the southern mountains", and my feelings for the land are still the same. However, my father's generation in my hometown, those farmers who were once proud to be the owners of the land, now do not cherish it. use. To describe it as "extremely extravagant" and "cut by the sun and the moon" is not an exaggeration at all.
With the reform and opening up, land contracting was implemented, and large fields were divided into small plots and distributed to farmers, giving farmers the autonomy to use their land. The small courtyard where generations of people had lived felt uncomfortable, so they rushed to build houses in the contracted fields. The tile-roofed houses are rising up like a sudden army, and the woods are densely covered with trees. In this way, a situation was formed in which the center of the original village became empty, while the surrounding areas of the village expanded without limit, resulting in large tracts of fertile farmland being occupied and wasted.
Let’s just talk about the high-yield field in the north of our village. It is the only gift left by the Yellow River water—the fertile red silt land. It once broke the record of high yields of over a thousand kilograms of wheat per mu. When I graduated from high school and returned to my hometown to work, I participated in the high-yield scientific experimental group organized by the production team. The experimental field was chosen on the red silt land in the north of the village. For several years we dug wells there for irrigation, we weeded and fertilized there. Hard work pays off, and we have set high yield records of 680, 820, and 980 jins of wheat per mu for three consecutive years. As a result, I was interviewed by newspaper reporters and photographed by TV stations, and I became a very popular figure and attended the county model meeting.
It is this piece of land that records a glorious experience in my growth, which enabled our production team to get rid of the label of food shortage; it is this piece of land that has become the target of visits by people from hundreds of miles away. It was filmed in the documentary "Ten Thousand Acres of Wheat Harvest" and became the glory and pride of our village. Nowadays, on this land, people are building houses, planting trees, and some farmers are even digging soil to bake bricks, hauling soil and selling it for money. However, a good piece of fertile land has become fragmented and riddled with holes. The scene of the ground as flat as a mirror and the billowing waves of wheat will never be seen again. As the son of a farmer who was born and raised here, I feel sad for others and myself.
Once, I asked an uncle who was building a house on arable land: "Don't you feel bad about building a house on such good land?"
He shook his head helplessly. : "It's a lie to say that I don't feel bad, but there's nothing I can do about it! Nowadays, the land is divided into a small piece for you and a small piece for me. Who else can build it? Didn't you look at the plots in front and behind? Are you doing it? People who don’t build houses are also planting trees densely.”\
“Do you know that this is illegal?”
“What’s illegal? Fa, that Fa, there is nothing you can do when you get down there."
After a long silence, I was speechless.
What else can I say? Loving the land has always been a fine tradition of Chinese farmers. In order to obtain the land, they can voluntarily participate in the revolution and smash the shackles that bind the land; in order to defend the land, they can voluntarily participate in bloody wars. "Thirty acres of land, one cow, children and a wife on the hot bed" was once the ideal of a generation of farmers. How eager people were to obtain land at that time! I have witnessed people and villages fighting for a piece of land. I have also seen people bleed and die in the fight for land. For that little bit of land, they can fight tooth and nail. But now, their feelings towards the land are so numb and indifferent, and they are so generous and generous in wasting and destroying the land.
Facing the dwindling land, I would like to use a saying often said in environmental protection to warn people: "Don't wait until the last drop of water left on the earth is people's tears before you start to regret it." In the same way, cherish our land, people! Don’t wait until there is nothing left to eat before you begin to realize how valuable land is!