1. The essay on trees in my hometown imitates Ji Xian's "The Moon in the Lins is My Hometown" essay
At dusk, the sun sets in the west, the sun disappears where the water and the sky meet, and the sky erases the last glimpse The glow and darkness swallowed up the entire sky and earth, stars appeared vaguely in the thin clouds, and the curtain of night quietly opened.
After dinner, I walked alone on the urban streets built with reinforced concrete. The city seems to be more lively at night than during the day. The roads are busy and blocked, and the car horns blare from time to time. The lights were dimly lit in front of every store, and there were crowds of people on the streets. The city that had been silent for a day suddenly became prosperous, and the explosion of heavy metal was flooding. From time to time, it was mixed with the laughter and chatter of passing men and women, echoing the cries of vendors and the bargaining sounds of customers, forming a noisy city. serenade. The noisy streets, crowded crowds, and flashing neon lights prompted me to escape here. I lowered my head and ran until I felt that the street was getting further and further away from me. I don’t know how long it took, but I came under a tall banyan tree. Stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground and facing the refreshing wind, I recalled the banyan tree in my hometown, and my thoughts flew to the countless familiar hometowns. night.
The night is hazy. The moon climbed into the sky, and the bright moonlight softly enveloped every corner of the village. There is always so much excitement under the banyan tree at the east end of the village. Whenever night falls, the women in the village always gather together on time with their rice bowls in hand and hold a "Bagua Conference" under the shade of dense trees. The topics they discuss are always the messy news, how many litters of litters the cat and dog of so-and-so have given birth to, where are the cats and dogs of so-and-so’s family getting rich, and other such boring gossip, or to satisfy their own vanity. No, Aunt Cui, who loves to show off, is here again. She is surrounded by a group of three aunts and six women. She moves her plump lips and starts to make her long speech again. She slowly says: "Sisters, have you seen it? My hand What he is wearing is "Jia's" *** version jade bracelet. This brand is made of really good material. It cannot be broken or smashed. It is really indestructible. "Tsk, tsk, look at that proud look. , which made Aunt Du on East Street turn green with jealousy. She curled her lips and said something like this without thinking: "Haha, it turns out to be a fake." When Aunt Cui heard this, she immediately got angry. He turned around to face Aunt Du, roughly rolled up his sleeves, poked Aunt Du's shoulder with his index finger, and shouted loudly: "What did you say? Say it again if you can." Aunt Du herself was dissatisfied with Cui Aunt Cui had a look of arrogance on her face, so she started shouting out of jealousy: "What I'm talking about is a fake, what can you do to me." It was so late and then so fast that Aunt Cui didn't know when she was done. Holding Aunt Du's hair, the two started fighting passionately. Suddenly, with a "pop" sound, Aunt Cui's so-called "famous brand" bracelet broke into two pieces and lay gorgeously on the ground. A wild dog that came from nowhere circled around the broken bracelet, and then, holding the broken bracelet in its mouth, disappeared in front of everyone. After a while, a little kid shouted: "Aunt Cui's broken bracelet." When everyone saw this, they all laughed and dispersed. After a while, silence returned under the banyan tree.
Under the banyan tree at night, it is also an entertainment place for me and my friends. My friends and I often chase and fight around the thick tree trunks, or play house next to the tree stump, or hide and seek in the trees. I remember that one night in a certain month, my friends and I were playing hide-and-seek under the banyan tree. In order to avoid their search, I used my monkey jumping tree skill and climbed up the tree trunk in three times divided by five. I lay on the tree trunk and watched the movements of my companions. Watching them anxiously looking for me, I felt a trace of excitement in my heart. However, time flew by like a white horse, slipping away bit by bit, and I fell asleep in the tree unknowingly. The next day, my family found me and scolded me severely, but what shocked me the most was the horrific story my grandma told me. Words: Many years ago, a homeless man had nowhere to sleep. So he climbed into a banyan tree to sleep, and the thousand-year-old snake demon burst out of the tree and ate the homeless man in one bite. After listening to grandma tell this story, from then on, I never dared to jump into a tree at night again.
The day before yesterday, I received a call from my hometown. The uncle said on the other end of the phone that in order to build a new countryside, the Communist Party of China has invested money and efforts to reclaim land and build large entertainment venues. The trees in the surrounding dozens of miles, regardless of their thickness, have been cut down one by one for land acquisition. After listening to this conversation, I felt a sense of sadness in my heart.
Tonight, it is the same full moon, and we are standing under a banyan tree. I raised my head, looked at the stars, and shouted in the direction of my hometown: "Hometown Banyan tree, are you still here?" 2. Write an essay on the topic "The moon is the brightness of my hometown" (about 800 words)
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The unusual feeling of stepping on Walking alone. The ancient road in Qianmo is longing to be seen, but although I don't see the end of the world, I don't want to shake off the fatigue and sorrow in the dust. But the remaining light of the setting sun, which stained my middle finger with dust, couldn't help but give me a little longing to drift away from my hometown and the feeling of having nowhere to go. Perhaps the elf who is not willing to be lonely wants to break through the bleakness and sorrow in the prosperous years of his hometown, so that Xun Yin, who rises from the stairs, can relive the noise of his hometown in the past.
The local accent lingering in my ears, which is almost like a warning, has stirred up many emotional feelings; I don’t know how many lingering sorrows in my life, and I don’t know how many souls have merged in reincarnation. At this time, my heart seems to be looking for something here.
The eyes wander around the endless beauty, perhaps adding a little color to the overflowing red in the dusk light. At the moment when the setting sun was swallowed up by the approaching night, it did not give up contentedly, but gathered the energy to break through the darkness again. The difficulty of pouring out life creates human civilization.
The afterglow left behind in my hometown haunts me about how much I pay attention to the world. Sima Qian, who was burdened with the torment of castration, did not hesitate, but produced "a historian's swan song, a rhymeless lissao" "The unsung song inspired many people with lofty ideals to denounce Fang Qiu, erupting into bursts of roaring noises in the sky. The intoxication of a pot of turbid wine also gives rise to the arrogant ileum of many lives in ancient and modern times and the grandeur of souls in dim light.
In the setting sun, I clearly saw many leisurely back figures. The haggard faces that seemed like strangers and the stains of color imprinted in my heart, these many incomprehensible feelings about my hometown, also reflected my deep attachment to the saying of "returning to my hometown with love" .
Walking in the sunset in my hometown, a few crystal stars suddenly slipped from my eyes, which suddenly made my heart feel a faint pain. There was a feeling of sadness in my eyes, and I didn’t know if the occasional sigh was the joy of “the bright flowers are bright”, or the interpretation of what I saw in my eyes. I think the elves wandering in the countryside should be at this time. It’s a different kind of deep sleep!
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"The moon is the brightness of my hometown." This simple, clear and shallow poem speaks to everyone's heart. Through the window, I looked up at the all-too-familiar curve of the moon in the night sky. The bright silver color revealed the faint blue of the sea, as if the ocean tide was rising up and reaching the sky. There was a salty smell in the wind, blowing on my face, and a slight chill spread all over my body in an instant. I have seen the moon more than once in foreign places. In Shanghai, Shandong, and even in Hong Kong, the Pearl of the Orient, I have never felt like this, so familiar, so wonderful. The land where I was born and raised, and the moon hanging in the sky, watching me grow, will always be the deepest memory in my heart and the sweetest dream.
Living in such an island city, I have long been accustomed to waking up to the sound of fishing boat whistles. The long whistles resound throughout the island. The hearts of every Zhoushan person are filled with this familiar whistle sound. Shocked. Standing on the top of the mountain, breathing in the fresh air, closing my eyes, the sound of the flute all over the world brought me to another realm. The most secluded place deep in my heart is where I can best experience this melodious sound. The unique music of my hometown will always be with my floating heart.
In the autumn evening on Bingang Road, the afterglow spreads on the body, a warm golden yellow. A ship was moored quietly in the harbor, as if it was also receiving the baptism of the sunset. On the mast of the fishing boat, various flags are swaying back and forth in the sea breeze. Are you missing the sunset in your hometown? Yes, the sunset in my hometown has a different kind of warmth and brilliance. Even the most magnificent sunset cannot compare to the gentle and familiar sunset in my hometown. The brilliant gold, accompanied by the faint blue, constitutes the most beautiful sunset in the world.
The sea is the most charming place in my hometown. The long golden sandy beach has created many simple and brave Putuo people? In the evening, I walked on the soft beach and watched the sea water wash away the fine gravel again and again, and occasionally white foam appeared. Holding the bright gravel in my hand, shaking it gently, letting it fall down, my thoughts drift away...Thank you for washing, thank you for nourishing, I am satisfied, because I know how important I am to the sea water. negligible. You have been gifted to me by your hometown. You have the tenderness, consideration, broadness, implicitness and depth of nature. My life cannot be separated from you. You nourish my heart all the time, and arouse my continued exploration and pursuit of nature and life, bringing me into a free space of thought that transcends the world. This blue sea also gives generations of children playing on the beach a deep and broad mind unique to the sea.
Putuo does not have the pride and unrestrainedness of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, nor the prosperity and romance of the Pearl of the Orient. Her moist, salty air, the familiar faces coming and going, the campus with long grass, everything, just because "the moon is the brightness of my hometown", just because this is a place I know and love deeply. 3. Write an essay with the theme "The moon is the brightness of my hometown"
The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, revealing rays of moonlight without reservation.
The moon is orange, with a burst of miserable whiteness in the vast sky. In the sky that used to be full of stars, today, only Miss Yue is left alone in the sky, unable to identify her direction under the dark cloth.
Outside the window, a bright moon rippled in the sky. The room was filled with a strong sense of family affection.
Our family was sitting in front of the balcony, talking and laughing, staring at the full moon in the sky. Yes, today is August 15th - the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, revealing wisps of moonlight without reservation. The moon is orange, with a burst of miserable whiteness in the vast sky.
In the sky that used to be filled with bright stars, today, only Miss Yue is left standing alone in the sky, unable to identify her direction under the dark cloth. Today, on this full moon day, Yue's friends left her, and she began to feel at a loss on this stage, looking a little bit sad.
For some reason, there always seems to be something missing in my heart. In an instant, I feel empty and my thoughts are confused. "I don't think anyone's home can be warmer than ours." I don't know who said it inadvertently.
Yes, the family I live in is indeed very warm, happy, and perfect, but for some reason, when I heard this word, I felt a little bit sad, and kept repeating it in my mouth. The word - home, then poems such as "I am a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the holidays" appeared in my mind. Places that were both familiar and unfamiliar were lingering in front of my eyes one after another like a movie. . A winding road stretches into the distance, with shepherd boys driving oxen and goats wandering nearby.
The cattle and sheep danced happily on the grass, eating to their heart's content the endless green space beside the river. The children were playing in the riverside stream, making the crystal clear water jingle.
Ah, this is a paradise for children! It was a poor but happy village, with no majestic high-rise buildings, only dilapidated red brick houses. Although the ruthless years have left scars on them, they are still stationed at their holy posts, gazing wisely into the distance.
… Oh, isn’t this my hometown? Look, this village with green mountains as its shirt and green water as its skirt all shows the wonderful charm of nature and has become a paradise for the villagers. I will never forget you - the hometown where I was born and raised.
When I came back to my senses and stared at the sky again, a few twinkling stars appeared scattered in the sky. With their company, Miss Yue would no longer be alone. What about me? Can my dream come true? During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full and people are round, but my family and I cannot be reunited... 4. How to write the essay "The moon is the moon in my hometown"
Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has the moon. Everyone loves the moon in their hometown. That's probably
something like this.
However, if there is only one moon, it will seem a bit lonely. Therefore, in ancient Chinese poetry and prose, the moon
is always accompanied by something, most often mountains and water, such as "the mountain is high and the moon is small", "the three pools reflect the moon", etc., etc., etc., cannot be used
< p> Number of wins.My hometown is on the great plains in the east and west of Shandong. When I was a kid, I had never seen a mountain and didn’t know what a mountain was.
I once imagined that the mountain was probably a round and thick pillar, standing tall and majestic. Later, when I arrived in Jinan, I saw
When I reached the mountain, I suddenly realized: This is what the mountain looks like! Therefore, when I look at the moon in my hometown, I have never been in touch with the mountains. Like Su Dongpo said, "The moon rises above the East Mountain, wandering among the bullfights", which is completely unimaginable to me.
As for water, my hometown village has plenty of it. Several large reed pits occupy more than half of the village's area. In the eyes of a child like me
although it is not as majestic as the "August Lake Level" of Dongting Lake, it is still quite a bit vast. In the summer, after dusk, I lay on the ground in the yard beside the pit and counted the stars in the sky. Sometimes I light a bonfire under the old willow tree, then climb up the tree and shake it, and swarms of cicadas fly down. It is much easier than using chewed wheat grains to stick them during the day. I
enjoy it every day and night, and look forward to the early arrival of dusk every day.
Later in the evening, I walked to the edge of the pit and looked up to see a bright moon in the clear sky. The clear light overflowed and contrasted with the moon in the water.
Although I didn't understand what poetic poetry meant at the time, I was quite happy with it, and something stirred in my heart.
Sometimes I would play by the pit for a long time before going home to sleep. In the dream, I saw two moons stacked together, and the clear light became more crystal clear.
I got up early the next morning and went to pick up the eggs laid by ducks in the reeds beside the pit. They flashed white and I stretched my hand into the water.
As soon as I touched it, there was an egg. At this time, I was even more happy.
I only stayed in my hometown for six years, and then I left my hometown and wandered around the world. I have lived in Jinan for more than ten years, spent four years in Beijing, and returned to Jinan for another year. Then I lived in Europe for nearly eleven years, and then returned to Beijing. Now I have Forty
years. During this period, I have been to nearly thirty countries in the world and I have seen many moons. On the beautiful Lake Leman in Switzerland
, in the endless flat African desert, in the vast blue sea, and on the majestic mountains
I have always been there. I have seen the moon. It should be said that these moons are all wonderful and I like them very much. But
Yes, when I saw them, I immediately thought of the little moon above the reed pit in my hometown and in the water.
In contrast, no matter what, I feel that the big moons in these vast worlds are in no way comparable to my beloved little moon. No matter how many thousands of miles I have left my hometown, my heart immediately flies away. My little moon, I will never forget you!
I am now nearly 10 years old, and the place I live in is the Yanyuan Resort. To exaggerate, this place has lush forests and bamboos, green
water circulation, and several earth mountains dotted among them. The scenery is undoubtedly stunning. A few years ago, I came back from a recuperation in Lushan.
An old friend who was also recuperating in Lushan came to see me. Seeing such scenery, he said with emotion: "You live in such a good place, why do you go to Lushan Mountain!" This shows how impressive Langrun Garden is. Since there are mountains, water, trees, and bamboos here, there are flowers and birds. Every time you look at the night, the moonlight shines on the blue waves.
Moreover, the fragrance of lotuses overflows far away and the birds sing quietly. It is a perfect place to enjoy the moon. The wonderful moonlight scene over the lotus pond is right outside my window.
No matter who comes here, can they still enjoy it?
However, every time I enjoy such beautiful scenery, what I think of is still the ordinary little moon in my hometown, Weikeng. Seeing the Moon
Homesickness has become a common experience for me. The disease of homesickness cannot be said to be painful or pleasurable. There is reminiscence, wistfulness, nostalgia, and regret. Time flies by, time never comes again. There is sweetness in the slight bitterness.
The moon is the moon in my hometown. When can I see the moon in my hometown again? I look sadly at the southern sky, and my heart flies to my hometown.