The childhood camel team came slowly.
Crushed the warm winter sun.
Sweet * * * broke the loneliness of the journey.
Still echoing in distant dreams.
Childhood, the hometown of my soul.
I'm always thinking-
Those clear and transparent eyes
Full of curiosity, innocence, yearning.
Learn to chew with camels in the winter sun.
Humpback is full of colorful questions and fantasies.
Childhood, the hometown of my soul.
I'm always thinking-
Does that old camel hair robe need cutting?
It's just the scissors hand of childhood.
Plus the dry and cold air in Cheng Nan.
I'm long gone.
Childhood, the hometown of my soul.
Zhang Xueting
Hometown of childhood soul 600-word composition Hometown is a song, a song that is more mellow as it is sung; Hometown is a poem. The more comfortable you sing, the more you miss it.
My hometown has always been an unforgettable place for me, where I have fond memories of my childhood. My hometown is full of grandma's smile, grandpa's expectation and naughty childhood friends.
My hometown has long mountains and thousands of miles of fields. My hometown is vast, flat and poetic.
I have lived in the countryside since I was a child, and I have a deep and lingering memory of the countryside. This memory will not disappear with the passage of time, but will become stronger, clearer and more affectionate.
Curved rivers, quiet villages, vast blue sky, long white clouds, gurgling streams and narrow bridges constitute the poetic outline of my hometown.
In September, the sky is slightly cool.
Sunshine adds luster to the sunset glow, and white clouds sing for the breeze.
There are always several children picking up ears of rice in the field. Picking up ears of rice is as exciting and joyful as picking up childhood wishes. One of these children is me.
At dusk, the country road is covered with fine sunlight.
Straw covered with soft golden silk shirts is waiting in the silent countryside, frogs are singing and insects are singing in the fields.
There are cattle and sheep waiting to go home on the green grass, and the faint smoke floats in the dusk village in western Sichuan. There must be delicious country food in the hut.
The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home.
My childhood has left countless marks here.
When I was a child, my hometown and village were like a fairy tale book that I could never finish reading. I can find my own happiness and happiness in this book every day! Grandpa often sits under the big banyan tree in his hometown yard and plays the erhu intoxicated. The melody is melodious and ups and downs, and then it attracts many folks to enjoy it.
These notes were crushed and exiled in the evening breeze.
Then it floats on the long dusk path.
At that time, there were always a group of small figures on the ridge, by the river and by the old trees. This village is very lively, full and cordial.
Later, the young people in the village, carrying heavy ideals and future bags, hurried along the muddy road in the country, leaving only deep footprints filled with exclamation marks.
They all flock to the noisy city, hoping to lay a world of their own in the bustling metropolis.
From then on, my hometown is not lively, and I am alone.
The wanderer who left his hometown, with the hope and kindness of his hometown, embarked on another different life journey.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I find that my hometown is a little older, and I can clearly read some vicissitudes from the images of the village.
Walking on the high ridge, there are no children picking up ears of rice, no bursts of laughter by the big trees, and no melodious voice of grandpa playing erhu under the banyan tree.
On that day, the geese in the sky were whispering again, and they all returned to their hometown. But where were the wanderers and those kids outside? Are you still thinking about this pitifully silent village?
Hometown will always make people dream, and the roots and leaves are connected! How many nights can I see your kind face, old body and lonely hope from my dream?
The composition of childhood should be written in my hometown. My hometown is in Jiaonan. It does not have the long history of Shaanxi, the hustle and bustle of Shanghai, and the elegance and beauty of Hangzhou.
She is just a simple little place, so small that you can completely ignore it, but it is such a small place, but it shines brilliantly.
My hometown, in the wave of reform and opening up, has undergone earth-shaking changes: "from the car that can only be taken by walking more than 20 miles to the expressway to every village;" From low and shabby old houses to high-rise buildings rising from the ground; From the era of not having enough to eat and not being warm to the era when everyone has money; It is more appropriate to use the word "changing with each passing day" to describe these changes.
This change has also happened quietly in our family.
When I was a child, the most valuable thing in our family was that second-hand motorcycle.
At that time, my father pushed it home, repainted it and repaired it with a screwdriver, and it became as good as new. My father used it to carry my mother and me.
The composition is 500 words, childhood. The winter night in my hometown is very quiet. It's as quiet as if you can hear the barking of dogs in the distant hometown mountain village.
This voice is so familiar, so kind.
At this moment, my eyes have already seen grandma and mom busy with little feet in caves and courtyards; The vines in front of uncle's door are always lush, and the small leaves are like a baby's palm, swaying in the wind forever; The mulberry tree covered with mulberries seems to be higher than the earth cliff. People have to climb it several times every time, and they always spit on their hands. There is also the never-ending stream, where the aunt beating clothes with a wooden stick and the neighbor's sister are joking with each other; Driving a cow and carrying a hoe? The first grandfathers and uncles couldn't wait to grow more hands and take some farm tools to work in the fields, while the cows always walked slowly, like a polite gentleman, towards the fields and hillsides; It is raining lightly, and the cypress trees on the cliff are greener. Two squirrels jumped up and down on the branches of cypress, and then they picked up a cypress shell (the seed of cypress) with their two front paws and ate it carefully. When they saw me and my partner with slingshots, they jumped up and disappeared into the bushes under the cliff, and they could never be found again. This is my childhood and my hometown. Write down my happy childhood and keep my hometown forever.
Tonight, I don't know whether I intruded into my childhood or my childhood intruded into my dream.
When I woke up, I found my eyes filled with tears.
The hometown of childhood soul is a poem. The more you sing, the more comfortable you are, and the more you miss it.
My hometown has always been a place I can't forget. There are fond memories of my childhood. My hometown is full of grandma's smile.
At that time, there were always a group of small figures on the ridge, by the river and by the old trees. The village is very lively, full and friendly. My hometown is a song.
Walking on the high ridge, there are no children picking up ears of rice, no bursts of laughter by the big trees, and no melodious voice of grandpa playing erhu under the banyan tree.
That day, the geese lined up in the sky were whispering again.
Since then, my hometown is not lively, I am alone, my grandfather's expectation, and my childhood partner's naughty.
The winding river has started another different life journey.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I find that my hometown is a little old. I can clearly read the vicissitudes and tranquility of the village from the image of the village. I left in a hurry on the muddy road in the country, leaving only deep footprints filled with exclamation marks.
They all flocked to the noisy city, hoping to lay a world of their own in the colorful metropolis, and the narrow bridge formed the poetic outline of their hometown.
The mountains in my hometown are long and fertile.
Later, the young people in the village were very good to their ideals, the future and their hometown.
These notes were crushed and exiled in the evening breeze.
Then floating on a long, long dusk road, my hometown is vast, flat and poetic.
A wanderer who leaves his hometown has the hope of his hometown. This memory will not disappear with the passage of time, but will become stronger and clearer, carrying heavy bags and attracting many villagers to enjoy it.
At dusk, the country road is covered with fine sunlight.
Straw covered with soft golden silk shirts waited in the silent countryside.
Sunshine adds luster to the sunset glow, and the melody is melodious and ups and downs.
I have lived in the country since I was a child! Grandpa often sits under the big banyan tree in his hometown yard and plays the erhu intoxicated.
There are always several children picking up ears of rice in the field. Picking up ears of rice is as exciting and joyful as picking up childhood wishes. One of these children is me, and I have a deep memory of the countryside that is hard to get rid of.
When I was a child, my hometown and village were like a fairy tale book that I could never finish reading. Every day, I can always find my own happiness and happiness in this book, more and more affectionate and gurgling streams, frogs singing in the fields and insects singing.
There are cattle and sheep waiting to go home on the green grass, and the faint smoke floats in the dusk village in western Sichuan. There must be delicious country food in the hut.
The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home.
My childhood left countless traces here, a more mellow song, but the wandering outside, white clouds sing for the breeze, leisurely white clouds! How many nights I can see your kind face, old body, lonely hope, and where those children are now, the vast blue sky, they have all returned to their hometown.
Hometown is always haunted by people, and roots are connected with leaves? Are you still thinking about this pitifully silent village?
In September, the sky is slightly cool. ...
What is childhood like in my hometown? It's a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery ........................................................................................................................................, so many people ride from village to village. I am envious and want to try riding a horse, but the horse's back is too high for me to get on. I was just about to get on the bus when I saw grandma feeding the pigs. I thought pigs were small and easy to eat. As soon as I saw grandma feeding pigs, I went into the pigsty, opened the door, went in and chose a pig to ride out. Grandma saw it and ran out quickly. I want to stop this pig, but I can't stop it. The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs, and I was scratched by branches of fruit trees. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig. Another time, when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bike. I was not very good at riding at that time. There's plenty of room. I got there by bike, riding faster and faster. Suddenly I saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was just about to hit it. My mother was calling me, and I thought, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me: "It must be all right to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man. Whenever I recall this incident, I always giggle, smiling so sweetly and brilliantly. It seems that all the fascinating past events are fresh in my mind. I continue to recall those poetic years and dreamy seasons when I was young. I think.
Write a 450-word composition about my hometown or childhood. My hometown is in the countryside, surrounded by mountains and clear water, but my hometown has no fascinating places of interest, just an ordinary small village.
My hometown is a garden full of flowers; My hometown is a forest with the coolness of green trees; My hometown is a field with the hope of harvest; My hometown is a snow scene, shining with the light of ice crystals.
I remember when I was three or four years old, the path in my hometown was full of potholes and dust, and the fields were next to it.
There is no supermarket near my hometown, only one or two small shops. It is inconvenient for people to walk a long way to go shopping and go to the market.
People live in tile houses.
Some tile houses keep leaking when it rains; The tiles of some tile houses are going to break.
The walls of the house are made of mud bricks, and the light in the house is very poor ... There are no street lamps on both sides of the road, so people can only use flashlights for lighting. The family with a bicycle in the village is the richest person in the village.
Ten years later, I also went to junior high school.
Now the soil, land, people and everything in my hometown have changed, and it is not the hometown I know.
Now, my hometown is becoming more and more beautiful! The path has become an asphalt road, wide and flat, with many flowers and plants planted on both sides! .
Now, in my hometown, there are several supermarkets in the town, and the goods in the shopping malls are dazzling, which makes it much more convenient for people to buy things.
Now, the house where people live has changed from an old tile house to a brand-new building.
Some buildings have also planted evergreen landscape trees.
The trees under the tall trees set each other off, plus all kinds of blooming flowers, which is really a fairyland on earth.
People wear clean clothes and stand on the balcony and bathe in the warm sunshine.
They are all beaming! Nowadays, there are different kinds of street lamps hanging on the roadside.
Every night, the street lamp is like a flower, gentle and bright, shining in the silent night sky according to people and vehicles walking at night.
Connected with the light from people around you, it becomes a bright and peaceful night picture of the countryside.
In the past, there was a bicycle in the village, which was the richest man in the village.
But now, every household in the village is riding a motorcycle, and some people are driving cars! Not to mention modern equipment such as TV, mobile phone and computer.
How nice it is that the villagers have become rich and no longer poor! Looking back, the fields are full of crops, including corn and wheat.
At that time, people's planting technology was not very high. Although they worked hard, the harvest was not very satisfactory.
The crops watered with a drop of sweat seem to be deliberately against people.
Now, with the popularization of science and technology, green and pollution-free crops are everywhere, people have planted various vegetables in the fields, farmers' pockets are getting richer and richer, and their spare time life is also enriched.
In spring, the vegetables on the ground are like a green ocean; In autumn, corn hangs its head, melons and fruits are fragrant, and the earth is golden. It can be said that "spring seeds are all green, and autumn harvest is all gold".
Happy, a hometown full of harvest like a field.
In the past, the village was bare and there were few trees outside.
In summer, adults chatting outside sit along the wall, and most children hide in the house and fan their fans.
The room is like a steamer and the outside is like a hot pot.
Now, green trees are planted in front of the house and outside the village. Although it is not as dense as a forest, it is also sheltered by trees.
In summer, adults enjoy the cool under the tree and children play under it.
Dense leaves bring coolness.
Cool, as cool as a forest home.
My hometown is constantly changing.
In my mind, my hometown is becoming more and more beautiful like a young girl. I love my hometown from my heart.
Write a poem about my hometown, my childhood composition. My hometown is Erdaodianzi Town, huadian city City, Jilin Province. Qimu River flows in front of my house. The four seasons in my hometown are beautiful! Spring, spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers and is full of vitality.
In the bright sunshine, there are colorful scenes everywhere! As soon as winter comes on the mountain, the flowers appear bright and dazzling.
The rain in spring is different from usual. It drips lingering and nourishes everything. Slowly, the earth is covered with green and blooms brilliantly.
Swallows are back! As soon as I came back, I was busy building a nest with mud and repairing the house.
The clear river flows with the hope of spring ... we are harvesting intoxicating spring.
The hottest summer is also the noisiest season.
Despite the hot weather, all kinds of insects and birds are still singing in the Woods.
Cicada "squeaks" by flapping its wings in the shade.
In hot weather, children can't help feeling lonely. They ran to the bridge, put on their clothes and jumped into the water, then ran back to the bridge and jumped again.
Shouting, screaming and laughing will never stop.
In the evening, the air was sultry, and frogs poked their heads out of the pond and croaked by pulling their necks.
Cricket sang "Didi" at the bottom of the stone in the corner to cater to frogs.
No matter it is dark or during the day, you can hear wonderful songs! Busy, right? () All the year round, the most pleasant season is autumn.
The sky is clear, the autumn is crisp, the colorful distant mountains and golden fields under the blue sky, and people's faces are filled with happy smiles, which can't hide the joy of harvest! In autumn night, the bright moonlight splashed on the ground, covering every corner.
By the river, under the big tree, beside the small table.
The old people are talking about the past with a mouthful of tea and a mouthful of cigarettes. People are enjoying the autumn wind and the bright moon.
Sometimes there are fireflies flashing in front of us.
Our children here are never afraid of the cold. No matter how cold it is, you can always hear their laughter in the cold wind.
Especially after a heavy snow, the snow is silvery white, which is a unique scenery.
It is also the happiest season for children.
In other words, you can ski, skate, have a snowball fight and make a snowman.
Enjoy the magical ice flowers on the window glass, the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, and the smoke rising slowly in the chimney.
The fiery sunset makes the silvery world outside bright red as blood, like a flowing flame rushing like the sea.
You can't tell whether you are in the sky or on the ground! In my hometown, I enjoy the happiness of the four seasons, the beautiful life and the beauty of nature!
I remember one summer vacation, my family went to the seaside. The sun was bright that day. It wasn't very hot at first, but it got hotter and hotter later.
We felt very cold as soon as we entered the water, and gradually we felt very cold.
I couldn't swim at that time, so I had to wear a swimming ring.
Although I am not a fast swimmer, I am very happy.
The waves are very big, and sometimes they swim farther and are washed back.
This is my first time swimming in the sea. I dare not swim alone, so I wear a swimming ring and hold my father's thigh to play there.
My brother didn't dare to swim too far at first, but later he swam far and far slowly. We thought he was younger than watching ants.
As soon as I looked forward with my father's thigh in my arms, the big waves surged in and rushed into my eyes. At that time, my tears kept flowing downwards. At that time, I cried three times outside thousands of feet! But under the comfort of my father, my tears finally stopped.
After playing for a long time, we are going home.
At that time, the sun was still so blinding.
When I go ashore, I have to pass a big beach. My mother told me to put on my shoes, but I wouldn't listen. I like walking around barefoot.
When I was walking on the beach, I found that the sand was very hot by the sun, just like a small iron ball fried in a pot.
After I stepped on it, I didn't dare to run around, just wanted to leave the beach.
I regret my shoes. I really wanted to wear it at that time, but my mother took my shoes too far to catch up.
When I left the beach, my feet were red.
Although walking on the beach is uncomfortable, I am still very happy when swimming.
I want to find an essay about my childhood. 600 words childhood life is like a flash of lightning, which flashed before my eyes.
However, the interesting things of my childhood seem to be engraved in my mind and cannot be erased. Every time I think of them, I can't help laughing.
Once, my mother bought a big bag of vegetables and saw me lying on the sofa watching TV. She said, "Xiao Chun, go and help my mother wash the vegetables." "good!" I readily agreed.
Mom said that and went to the living room to watch TV. I walked into the kitchen and saw a big bag of vegetables, including cabbage, on the platform. There are eggplant, three; There are tomatoes, five or six.
I'm so stupid. I was told to wash so many dishes when I was in kindergarten class, really.
"Ah, yes!" I shouted, doesn't mom usually put so many clothes in the washing machine to wash together? Then I won't do the same thing? Wait a minute, maybe mom will praise me! Thinking of this, I picked up Chinese cabbage and came to the washing machine. I stood on tiptoe to open the lid of the washing machine, carefully put the vegetables in, then cover it again, and finally press the power button.
Listening to the sound of the washing machine starting, I sat there and thought with relish how smart I was.
After a while, I thought, did you wash the dishes? Hey! These dishes don't need washing. After thinking about it, I got up from my seat and pressed the button of the washing machine to stop it. When I opened the lid of the washing machine, I looked, "Yeah!" It really surprised me. Where is the food? Look at the cabbage with "one army" left, and the eggplant seems to have been bitten by a mouse, black and blue; The tomatoes have disappeared ... I'm scared out in a cold sweat. what can I do? Mom spent money to buy so many dishes, but I washed them like this. Really help me more and more! "Small alcohol, food ready? I want to cook.
"Mother walked into the kitchen and shouted.
I was silent. "Oil your feet-run!" I went into my little room and locked the door ... I couldn't help laughing at the thought of this interesting childhood story.
How naive I was when I was a child! As I grow older, I gradually understand that different things need different methods to achieve good results; Otherwise, the consequences will often be counterproductive or even out of control.
Childhood is a colorful river, with beautiful waves, interesting things, joys, hardships and stupid things.
Among them, I now think of a stupid thing ... I was naive and lively when I was a child, but I was most afraid of heat.
I always clamor for cold drinks in summer.
One day, in the scorching sun, my grandmother bought me a popsicle and went to work. When I saw it, I was very excited and ate it bite by bite.
When the puppy saw it, it barked at me crazily.
The fierce eyes of the puppy scared me to death.
My hands trembled. Alas, the popsicle fell to the ground, and the snow-white popsicle turned black.
My face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy.
I was wandering in the corridor, and the clothes hanging on the hanger caught my eye. I had a brainwave, yes, a popsicle.
I immediately brought a washbasin of water and carefully put the popsicle into the water.
Didn't grandma always say that clothes can be cleaned by rubbing them back and forth with her hands? I rolled up my sleeves and ran back and forth on the popsicle with a pair of small hands. The thought of grandma coming back and seeing me so capable and smart makes me extremely happy.
After half a minute, sweat oozed from my forehead. I thought it was almost time, so I grabbed three handfuls of washing powder and sprinkled it on the washbasin.
I watched my masterpiece go away happily.
Innocent at that time, I proudly came to show off among my friends: "You don't know, do you?" Today, I did a magical thing, washing ice.
How's it going? Be smart! You just can't figure it out.
"Little friends also don't believe in looking at me.
Say that finish, I clap * * * striding forward.
I hobbled to the small washbasin and was about to pick up the popsicle to eat. I found that the popsicle was gone, only a small stick was left.
Seeing this scene, I burst into tears. At this moment, the puppy came running. In the afternoon, every move of the puppy flashed in my mind. I insisted that the dog stole my popsicle.
After a while, grandma came back, looked at me sullenly and asked me what was wrong.
I told grandma everything.
Grandma laughed heartily, but I stared at two big eyes and didn't understand what was going on ... I practiced describing a stupid thing that the little author did when he was a child-washing popsicles, which made people laugh after reading it. At the same time, a naive and lively girl's childhood is like a box full of candy.
Childhood is like a string of colorful pearls, full of innocence.
My childhood was very interesting. Let me tell you an interesting story.
It was the day when I was four years old. My mother said, "We have run out of sugar at home. Go and buy a bag of candy for my mother.
"Said to me 10 yuan to sell.
I went to the grocery store and sold a bag of candy. On the way, I bit the bag open with my sharp "mouse teeth", took a little sugar with my fingers and licked it. My Sweetie's food was delicious, but I accidentally knocked the sugar on the ground, and white sugar rustled everywhere. I thought, "What can I do?" I lifted the sugar from the ground, but there was a lot of mud and sand mixed on the ground. I thought, "Mom will definitely scold me.
Suddenly I remembered that my mother usually cooks rice, so I went to wash the sugar.
I went home quietly and saw my mother not here. I sneaked into the bathroom and put the sugar in a basin with water. I washed and soaked the sugar like my mother washed rice. After a while, when I went to get the sugar, there was no trace. At this time, my mother came back. I ran to my mother in tears and said, "Mom, I washed away the sugar."
"Mom smiled and said," Hey, kid, sugar melts when it touches water.
"I also smiled.
Childhood is colorful, passionate and lovely.
Childhood is so beautiful, but what about the fun of childhood? I am a girl from the north. When I was young, I liked to play in the ice and snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen.
Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies.
Looking forward to the world, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky.
Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin. You can only see countless cotton flowers blowing towards you and covering you with white flowers.
Get up in the morning, the wind will calm down, ...
Childhood is the most precious wealth in life, and childhood games are even more rare treasures. Whether poor or rich, childhood will become the most attractive magnetic field in life day after day.
My family is in the countryside, and my childhood memories are all in the late 1970s.
At that time, every family had several children. Life in the countryside is very poor, so it is a good thing to fill their stomachs. There's really nothing to play. Apart from skipping rope, kicking shuttlecock and playing hide-and-seek, my favorite and best skill is to play joints, which are divided into sheep joints and pig joints, with four pieces for each pair. At that time, there was no money to buy, and everything had to be self-reliant, but every family lived a tight life.
Fortunately, I am still smart, and finding foreign aid has become the only shortcut. Because of my good academic performance and good popularity, the little boy at the same table exchanged two pig feet for the right to copy homework for one semester. In the second grade, I finally got a pair of "toys" of my own, and my heart was beautiful.
As long as I am free, I will play with my friends. Because of my aura and persistence, I will play perfectly in a short time, but my hands are too small and my joints are big, so I can't play so well. Seeing other people's little leg joints, I have ambitions again. Because it was a production team system at that time, ordinary members didn't have the right to kill sheep at home ... That Mid-Autumn Festival, the team decided to kill some sheep for members, and I couldn't wait.
Even so, I was moved. I secretly held happiness in my hand and gave it to my childhood.
Childhood makes the mountain greener, the water bluer, the dense birch forest on the mountain, dozens of families smoking at the foot of the mountain, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, six brothers and sisters, a hardworking father, a kind mother, among whom I am the one with two horns ... Although the world is big and time is fast, there is always a constant hometown dream in a corner of my heart, and childhood is bitter. ...
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