There are no mountains in my hometown, but I will never lose her charm. She is far from the city and the sea, surrounded by water on three sides. Whenever there is a tidal bore on 15 and 16, I can hear the sound of the tidal bore and the whistle of the ship in my room ... what a wonderful and warm enjoyment my hometown has brought me!
The moonlight is very good tonight, and the plain moonlight spilled all over the floor, so I went out with the door, ready to go out for a walk to relieve my boring mood these days.
Walking on the weir, stepping on the moonlight, smelling the salty taste brought by the sea breeze, my heart is drunk first, so what is there to worry about? ! There is a lush orange forest in Jiangyan, and the trees are full of refreshing little white flowers, so I chose several entrances, which are really sweet. Borrow a Tang poem: "This thing should only exist in the sky, and it is rare for human beings to taste it several times."
Outside Jiangyan is Jiang Tu, where I had many childhood dreams: I once rolled up my trouser legs, painted smooth river water with one foot deep and one foot shallow, ran to the beach when I was tired, and then started the seagulls that stopped, or watched "the tide flies", a kind of small fish, which was very numerous and sparkling in the sun. Sometimes, the waves sweep the beach, but
There are many interesting things along the river, such as several people secretly untie the fishing boat together, boating near the shore, or catching crabs or shrimps in the drainage ditch. ...
How can I forget these interesting childhood stories? They were all given to me by my lovely hometown. They enriched my childhood life and gave me a colorful life.
The passage of time has brought maturity, but also inexplicable troubles, confusion, loss and melancholy. Whenever this confused mood interferes with me, I will always step into the embrace of my hometown to feel and capture the comfort that my hometown can bring to this young and scarred heart. Just like tonight, walking among flowers and vanilla, I feel so comfortable, and I can't help but raise the curtain in my heart. I feel that I am breathing with my hometown, and I almost want to melt myself into this beautiful and quiet nature.
The moon rose high and the tide sounded in the distance. I hurried to speed up my steps for fear of missing this rare opportunity. The tide is getting bigger and bigger. I saw the tide. I gave a shout, and the tide rolled happily and rushed to the dock where I was standing. With a bang, the tide finally hit the dock, and the blossoming flowers flew away, flying away. A few small windsurfers began to jump, and the high masthead lights sprinkled silver light on the sparkling sea, as well as the simple cough of the old ferryman and the sound of seagulls flapping the water and flying.
The scenery remains the same, and the human feelings remain the same. I suspect that I am stepping on the scenery of my childhood. Hometown, how can I forget you? Scenes of childhood fun; On the beach, on the weir and on the windsurfing board, I left a string of immature footprints. Hometown! When your son is in pain, you always comfort him with wind, flowers and green in the language of another world. Hometown, I can't forget you, and I will never forget you. Let me photograph your back with my eyes tonight, and then color it with my colorful emotions. My hometown is a color photo that will never fade in my heart.