It is raining and snowing in the cold winter, and the birds staring at their homing once again feel an unspeakable feeling. They are so sincere. The cold air is filled with more and more rich flavor of the year, but the distant train can't bear the homesickness accumulated by the wanderers. The mysterious Xinjiang is already the fifth spring and summer in this hot land of northwest China. Whether it's beautiful or entering a barren land, I'm worried about which wanderer doesn't want to go home and who doesn't want to go home. Breaking into a world at home has many necessities.
A 200-word poem
Fog in the hometown of primary school students' poetry
The misty hometown of my hometown, the fog in the morning, is very dreamy-like the smoke of a cannon, it can be very quiet. Like the gouache of a child prodigy, it fell on the earth. The sun came out of the mountain and tried to blow away the fog. Not to be outdone, the fog turned the sun into a faint circle. Cars of all sizes have turned on their lights, just like an old lady with lanterns walking at night and moving forward slowly. You can only hear people's excitement on the road, but you can't see where people are. In the morning, I can't see the tall buildings in the distance, the small trees and the mountains.
Primary school 200-word poem
Return to my hometown after twenty years.
How time flies! Twenty years have passed in an instant. By 2032, I have left my hometown for twenty years. I am already a world-famous educator. I was lying in bed and my intelligent robot "Rui Rui" came to wake me up. I am sleepy. Rui Rui told me that today is the 20th anniversary of my leaving home, and asked me to fill in the schedule. I said, "Isn't it the twentieth anniversary?" There is nothing to write about. "I suddenly realized:" What! It's the 20th anniversary, and I'm going back to my hometown. Write me' Back to my hometown'. "I got dressed, got on my private jet and came to my hometown-
Five-grade 500-word poem
One person, two hometowns.
One person and two hometowns I have two hometowns in my life, one is Changsha, Hunan, and the other is Zhengzhou, Henan, thousands of miles away. I have the same high respect and sincere love for these two hometowns. My parents are from Hunan, so I am naturally a native of Changsha. I love this hometown because I have all my childhood memories here. Yuelu Mountain, Xiangjiang River and Martyrs Park are familiar words that have always existed in my mind. Although I have never been to Henan, every time I think of it, I have a sense of familiarity and nostalgia for my hometown, as if the shadow of life haunts me everywhere. This stems from turning over the map.
Sixth grade 700-word poem
Wenjia lane
Where is the path in childhood Qingxi? And the old city wall? Swallows are holding mud under the wall. I used to watch the sunset on the wall. Guess which side of the mountain, what is it like in the sunset? After three or five years apart, it has been transformed. Former girlfriends and cronies have long ignored red makeup. Go to the world of mortals for strength. Look, the world of mortals is sighing, but it's sad!
Seventh grade 100 word poetry
Cats in my hometown
In the dark of this distant foreign land, I heard the first snow in my hometown. In trouble sleeping's melancholy thoughts, I was thinking about the spirit who walked through the snow, the lonely and wandering figure under the street lamp in the narrow and dark alley. But I have always imagined the scenes in my life, through the wilderness, through the swamp and through the rose garden. What I can't give up is the eternal green attachment in my heart, walking on a strange and bumpy long road.
Nine-grade 250-word poem
foreign/strange land
Pack your bags and wander alone in a foreign land. On the ideal road, does the moonlight of the city illuminate your hometown?
Ninth grade 100 word poem
Praise the beauty of hometown
My home is in Xixi, a beautiful village surrounded by mountains and lush trees. In spring, clusters of flowers bloom. There are red, yellow, white and pink ones. Birds are singing happily. Their voices are very beautiful. Peach trees sprout buds and then produce beautiful flowers. The evening in summer is beautiful. Look, the old people moved a chair and sat in the yard, enjoying the moonlight. Chat from time to time, or close your eyes and hum a little song to make them feel happy. They quietly feel this hard-won night. My mother, sister and I went to the farm outside the courtyard to listen to the concert of small animals and learn to play.
A 350-word poem in the fifth grade
Bamboo forest in my hometown
In the meaningful summer, although the heat is unbearable, the long holiday still drives me into my hometown. The first forecast of summer is scorching sun, especially this summer. I like to eat wonton from my hometown. It's delicious and fragrant. A thin layer of skin, plus a little rustling fresh pork, can make me memorable. But it's nothing. I like the bamboo forest in my hometown best. I will be very excited when summer comes, because at that time, I can go to the bamboo forest to dig bamboo shoots with adults. I have an opinion on bamboo shoots: bamboo shoots in spring are thin and long, thick and strong.
Seven-grade 500-word poem