How to write a composition on the topic of "hometown ballads" and how to make the article stick to the center?

I love the land I walk day and night. I went back to the depths of the land and had a cordial conversation with the respectable villagers, listening to the crackling of rice ears everywhere. I smell the smell of the fields and the freshness of my hometown. That's my beloved hometown, that's my hometown that I miss all my life! In the affair, I recited "Bodhisattva Man" written by the most famous poetess in China history, and set off leisurely. The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. "Where is my hometown? If you forget, you will be drunk. " What a tearful sentence! Taste slowly and weigh carefully. In this beautiful season, I can't help but set off. My hometown is our beautiful birthplace and our serious spiritual code. If you can't get into my heart, you will never be able to decipher it. Walking on the land of my hometown, I feel a stream of heat in my heart, and my heart is gently hit, which is where I express my thoughts, tenderness and longing. Going out of my hometown and returning to my hometown is like going back to the starting point from the end. I have no complaints, and even feel a kind of happiness and kindness. My hometown is where I grew up, and I will never give up. On the small road in my hometown, I had colorful dreams, a hopeful childhood and a call of affection. I think at the beginning, on this road, my parents were anxiously looking for me with homemade torches, waiting for me to come home late from school. That kind of eagerness and concern is still warm and moist in my heart. On the way, at this time, I am thinking back and constantly looking for the breath of fatherly love. Unfortunately, my father has left me. I really want to go back to the past, to the dream like a song, and to the strings of youth. Where are my childhood friends? We rode on the backs of cows to eat grass, dug nests and picked mushrooms together. How happy and unforgettable it was. We once lost our way in the dense pine forest in our hometown and cried with anxiety; We used to sneak into the back of a tractor on a small road in our hometown, shouting, that kind of excitement, that kind of memory, will always be fixed into a beautiful scenic line. Hometown is especially close to our hearts only when we recall it. In March, the grass grows in my hometown, and the smoke is vast. We climbed the green hills together and picked beautiful azaleas. A large number of azaleas made the hills more magical and colorful. Go back to the arms of your loved ones, enjoy the affection, the warmth, the sunshine and the call of your hometown. Some people say that the word hometown always means leaving. A person was born and raised in a certain land, and when he reached a certain age, he left that place, which is called his hometown. Wang Meng, a famous contemporary writer, said in his autobiography Half-Life that hometown is a life-and-death word. I don't fully understand why I am from Nanpi, Cangzhou, which shows that the question of where my hometown is is not a logical reasoning question that can be discussed by "why". Hometown is fate, providence and transcendental majesty. The word "hometown" contains my sadness, humiliation, loss and kindness, which I would say is a bone-eroding recognition. My hometown is really a place full of affection. There is no reason why we should not choose our hometown as our favorite in life, because it contains too many things, both joy and suffering. There are successes and failures; There are joys and tears; I have ideas and hopes ... sometimes when I go back to my hometown, I don't want to go back to the city. I seem to be just a passer-by in this city. My hometown is my real land and shining spark! After walking on the land of my hometown for many years, there will always be voices full of hope and whispers; There is always a caring idea and endless expression. I think, only distance can produce the feeling of the beauty of the sky and the eternal yearning in my heart. Perhaps because we have suffered too much, we still keep our faith in our hearts, and we have the experience of philosophers and the meditation of bees. My hometown is my eternal abandonment, my returning hometown, my sincere yearning and the arrival of my soul. Only a sincere heart will cherish the sunshine in my hometown; Only vicissitudes of life will have the fragrance of hometown. Kafka said: "Sleeping people know that they are dreaming, but they are unable to escape from their dreams." We can't live in dreams forever, nor can we live in thoughts forever. Now, great and profound changes are taking place in my hometown. I applaud and cheer for it. Hometown is the interpretation of our eternal reverie and wonderful attachment; Hometown is the interpretation of our quiet mind and the pursuit of happiness. In the wandering years, time and rings are getting old, but what remains unchanged is the nostalgia in the deep heart, and what remains unchanged is the love for the eternal hometown. Hometown is a memory, hometown is a memory, hometown is a sustenance, and hometown is a knot. Whenever I want to go back to my hometown, I always think of my childhood songs, full of passion. This is a permanent ode, beautiful or not, beautiful hometown; Kiss or not, folks.