The hot summer passed and the cool autumn came. In the cool autumn wind, although there are not so many beautiful flowers and green trees and grass in autumn, autumn is also beautiful, with its own characteristics and scenery.
Bamboo leaves are yellow and Liu Yeer is green. This is a good time to welcome autumn. Although most of the flowers and trees in autumn have withered, as long as you look closely, you will find beautiful autumn chrysanthemums, which are colorful and changeable. Look at those slender petals. They are really likable. Chrysanthemum stems are very straight, especially with the style of Gu Song. Close to the chrysanthemums, suddenly, a fragrance came to my face ... These autumn chrysanthemums competed for each other, and the leafy trees gradually took off their green clothes and put on yellow clothes. A cool breeze blew, and the leaves rustled and fell. Flowers began to wither in the autumn wind. Only Wan Nianhong is still so red, and chrysanthemums that are not afraid of the cold are in full bloom, with red, yellow and white, which are extremely bright.
The sky is very high and blue in autumn. Pangu seems to be still supporting heaven and earth, as if a painter had painted blue paint in the sky. The air in autumn is especially fresh. In the morning, I walked on the way to school, took a breath of fresh air, and my mind was very clear. Not to mention the fields in autumn. The paddy field is golden yellow, which looks like a golden carpet from a distance. The rice grains are so full that the stalks are bent. Look at the fiery red sorghum. From a distance, it looks like a group of little girls in red hats, dancing there with a breeze. Look at the persimmon, fiery red, like a red lantern, and like the smiling faces of children. When you peel off a thin layer of persimmon skin, fresh pulp will be exposed. You taste it, it is as sweet as honey.
Is this autumn? Perhaps this is the truest appearance of autumn! Autumn symbolizes maturity and prosperity, means joy and happiness, and brings delicious fruits to people. It seems different from what I expected. There are no declining scenery, and some are full of vitality. I finally found autumn. Autumn is coming!
Nostalgic autumn hee hee
2. The composition details of Homesickness describe the hometown in memory, which is far away but beautiful. On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects. There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes. Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear, and new colors are deduced in the sunshine square in my heart, rising and moving. ...
The sky in my hometown is blue, there is little exhaust pollution in the city and there are few high-rise forests. Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery. Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment
The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity. The winding river seems to surround the countryside. In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them. They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms. I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite. My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off. I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him. The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back. I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.
The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful. After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps. Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face. I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.
People in my hometown are very simple. At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.
I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia. ...
A 3.600-word homesickness composition describes Fuxin's homesickness.
The vast river is carrying sailing expeditions, but the boat understands that the direction of the lighthouse is the harbor most attached to the bottom of my heart; The blue sky carries the wings of pigeons, but the direction of home is so clear. Just like the attachment flowing in the river and the yearning in the sky, whenever a familiar noun comes to mind, my heart is always pounding. I used to be so amazed at the magnificence of leaves and impressed by the ultimate beauty. The branches are only a few meters away from the land. However, Ye Er resolutely broke free and let the wind fly. It was spinning: it was crushed by a car, but it was still singing and spinning in the direction of the roots. I asked the fallen leaves, and they were silent. It should be the feeling that emanates from my heart, and I gradually realized it. Until that year, the sun was warm and the spring breeze was warm, but it was bitter. The cypress trees rustled in front of the door, stirring people's hearts. On that day, our family moved to the city. Away from the crystal dew in the morning, away from the clear rhyme and elegance of smoked bean tea transpiration in the local flavor, away from the comfort of walking on the ridge with an umbrella under the spring rain. I got into the car waiting in front of the door and looked at the beautiful image of the old house under the sunlight. My memory is dusty in this quiet courtyard. In the direction of fading away, I shed tears, falling uncontrollably and flowing out of my heart. Far from home, everything is so novel in a strange city, but my heart seems to be more homesick. At this time, it seems that I can really understand the determination of the fallen leaves to break free from the branches. It is the power of the family and the power of the roots. One of Lin Yutang's essays once gave me deep comfort. When he was a child, he lived in Gulangyu Island, near the sea. He often listens to the meditation of the sea with his father at the seaside. He often asks his father about the pictures on the other side of the sea, and he yearns for it. Finally, he flew over the sea, but this side of the sea still lingered in his heart. He said: "When I flew over the sea, I thought it was actually very small, but when I looked at my hometown from the other side of the sea, it was so far away." A short sentence is so meaningful, because homesickness is the most beautiful language on earth. Every living thing has its roots, a thread that pulls it, and the most beautiful feelings in the world. Just at the junction of Peru and Bolivia, there is a new lake Titicaca, where a group of Ulu people live. How many years have passed since that day, and he still lives on a floating island. When the Inca civilization drifted away and the greenhouse effect struck, he still persisted. They said, "that's the water where the roots grow, and the roots can't be pulled up." How simple, but so touching. I returned to the familiar land with the desire to find it and irresistible attachment. Holding a cup of green smoked bean tea in my hand, I walked along the country road and felt the fragrance of the earth in the dense moisture, just like the mass in Tai Caliso. At that moment, I felt melted. Pulling up the wild flowers on the roadside, I was surprised by the lush roots, which produced gorgeous colors. At this time, I found the answer I have been tracking. Young I am about to set sail. A book and a cup of tea are steaming with homesickness, and there is always a lighthouse in my heart, according to the direction I came from.
My hometown is a beautiful small village in the town. Although there is no grandeur of Mount Tai or maple leaves of Xiangshan, she has a beautiful scenery that people yearn for.
From the county seat to my hometown is an asphalt road, and both sides of the road are densely covered with colorful small wildflowers, emitting charming fragrance. Behind the small wild flowers, there is a dense pine forest. The pine trees in the pine forest are flourishing and evergreen all year round.
Next to the pine forest is a golden rice field. When the rice is ripe, it hangs its head heavily. The autumn wind blows slowly, and the rice turns up layers of waves. The rice field suddenly turned into a golden ocean, which was very beautiful. In the orchard, pears full of branches and trees will make people drool at a glance in Huang Chengcheng; Grapes are rich in water and alcohol. It is on many shelves. Pick one and put it at the bottom. This is sour and My Sweetie's.
A winding river runs across the field like a milky white belt. There is a small bridge over the river. Looking down from the bridge, the river is crystal clear and the sand at the bottom of the river is clearly visible. The water in the river keeps flowing, and the sound of running water seems to be playing a beautiful symphony, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
There are dense bamboo forests around this small village. Bamboo leaves are oval, thin and long. The green leaves are so fresh and tender. Misty water sprinkled on bamboo leaves became rolling pearls. Bamboo leaves are green and dripping, like handfuls of jade swords. A wisp of breeze blows, the air here becomes more fresh and fragrant, and the bamboo forest makes a rustling sound, like a girl's crooning, which is very beautiful.
My hometown is really beautiful, I love my hometown! When I first set foot on the field road in my hometown, I was greeted by lovely flowers and grass dancing their steps in the field. A ray of warm sunshine shines on them, dazzling, and then I smell waves of flowers with a simple earthy atmosphere, which makes people full of energy. Walking along the country road, there is a beautiful clear pond.
I sat on a big stone bench, admiring the charming landscape painting in front of me. Behind the big pond are towering peaks. They are like guardians of their hometown, standing in their hometown with their heads held high.
Look, how brave! There are old and strong banyan grandfathers around the big pond; There is a tall and mighty pine tree uncle; There are gorgeous and gentle Bauhinia aunts; There is also a petite and lovely sister jasmine ... so many kinds of trees and flowers make up a harmonious family. The big pond is my favorite scenery.
Leaves and petals falling from big trees float on the clear water, adding a lot of color to the big pond. And there are all kinds of fish raised by farmers swimming around in the clear and bright water. They swim, play and dance in the water with sweet smiles on their faces. Seeing this beautiful scenery, everyone's troubles will disappear.
Everything in my hometown is so simple and natural. I love my hometown! I was moved by the simple beauty of my hometown.
5. Theme: Deep homesickness, composition: A beautiful place in my hometown 500 words My hometown is a mountain village surrounded by green hills and green trees.
Looking up, the blue sky is unusually bright, quiet and open, and I feel that my vision is broad and relaxed. Seven-color rainbows appeared in the northwest sky, which made people feel happy against the blue sky and white clouds.
Then, I can't help but think of the poem "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing in the sky?" A small house in my hometown-brick wall and tile roof.
Rows and rows of buildings, "crooked" dotted in this green mountains and green waters. In the distance, the faint mountains are winding like a dragon; A flock of birds soar in the distant sky, floating in the blue sky like a poem; A small house is built in the canyon.
Poetry and painting are endless, and the pastoral charm is endless. Not far away, in the vast rice fields, pieces of rice grains are golden and bent.
The jungle beside the field is lush and covered with soil. Colorful small wildflowers dotted in the jungle, a gust of wind blowing, the wind mixed with the thick fragrance of small wildflowers, really intoxicating! The warm wind blows gently and the flowers smell fragrant, ah! Intoxicating hometown scenery.
Warm wind blowing on the face, full of nostalgia; Birds crow and swallows whisper, with a soft local accent. The beautiful scenery reminds me of my hometown.
6. How to write a composition about nostalgia?
There is always a feeling of missing, lingering in my heart. I never understood what that was. It was not until I grew up that I realized that my hometown was calling me.
My hometown is an extraordinary place for me. When I become a star in the sky, I will still shine on that land with my weak light.
Walking by the river, you will find an unknown small wild flower next to the slippery mossy stone steps. You will see the girls' laughter rippling in the river. Their southern Anhui dialect may make you think strangely, but it's simple.
Bamboo in my hometown is very famous. All over the mountains, all of them are bamboos. As soon as I walked in, I could hear the voice of Zheng Banqiao's poetry, saying,' I insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks'. Peach blossoms reflect the girl's face, and golden rape blossoms spread to the distant horizon. The clear and transparent stream, mixed with the songs of birds, became a duet. Old cows are indifferent to eating grass. They have long been used to it.
I don't understand why you are so innocent, wearing a slightly yellow white skirt and cloth shoes stained with a little mud. At that time, your transparent eyes were still flowing after thousands of years. When others marvel at your beauty, you always leave with a smile. Just like you came quietly, leaving people with infinite reverie.
A few peach blossoms poked their heads out of the bamboo forest, where a group of ducks detected the temperature of the river in spring. Then, report the message of spring to people in a standard duck language-'Gaga'. This made Dongpo layman suddenly realize that he had to recite:' Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three liang, and spring water warms the duck prophet.'
My hometown is the place where my dream begins, where my mother waits, where I can look forward to, and where I am haunted.
7. Hometown Scenery Composition 500 words Autumn reverie
Autumn has finally come. I grew up in the south and have an unusual love and attachment for autumn in the south. In the south, summer comes very long, so autumn always comes later than in the north. But the difference between autumn and summer in the south is obvious.
Autumn is the season of alternating cold and summer. After an autumn rain a few days ago, there was no longer unbearable heat, and the raging autumn tiger suddenly disappeared. People can go out of their homes, walk into nature and enjoy the unique scenery in autumn. In autumn, there is no scorching ultraviolet rays, the skin is hot, and the sunshine in autumn gives people a soft and charming feeling; The typhoon and roaring rainstorm have gone away, and the autumn wind gives people a refreshing and comfortable feeling.
Besides the climate, there are many differences between autumn and summer. For example, the colors of leaves in autumn and summer are very different. In autumn, the green leaves on the trees are not so bright, and gradually turn from green to yellow. With the deepening of autumn, the leaves of most tree species are golden and brilliant. Under the sweeping of autumn wind, pieces of yellow leaves have begun to fall to the earth, which is quite spectacular. On the country road, the smell of soil gradually becomes rich, and when doing morning exercises and walking in the evening.
In autumn night, the moonlight is no longer hazy, and the moon is bright and radiant. In the suburbs, there are bursts of fragrance of wild flowers and weeds; The nightingale's voice in the forest is crisp and beautiful; Among the trees and flowers, birds chirp, which is pleasing to the eye. The sounds of nature accompanied by autumn are wonderful. Sporadic frogs and faint cicadas seem to convey the departure of summer. When the shower stops, birds sing to tell people that autumn has begun.
Autumn is the season of ripe harvest. In the countryside, a golden wave of rice has been set off. On the hillside, oranges, oranges, persimmons and other fruits are everywhere; The melon shed is full of melons, vines and ripe melons, waiting for the sower to pick and harvest.
I like autumn because it has no bacteria and pests. Because it has no storms and no lightning strikes; Because it has no purgatory in the hot sun and summer heat; Because it's neither cold nor cold. I like the crisp and fruitful autumn. Autumn gives me an impression, scene after scene, bright and clear ...
I love autumn, appreciate autumn, miss autumn in my hometown, and look forward to reuniting with my relatives in my hometown every Mid-Autumn Festival.
8. Write a composition on homesickness. A year will soon pass. Looking back on the bits and pieces of previous years, there are too many feelings. I have been working hard for my dream in a foreign land. The New Year is getting closer and closer to homesickness. I don't know when it is raining outside the window. The midnight wind knocked on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled up like a soaked seed for no reason. Think about a few years ago, when I came to this strange city alone, I thought I was used to the day of eight to five. In the days of flowing water, everything in my hometown has drifted away. When I look back, I find that the dust is sealed in my heart and the fragrance is overflowing. I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. I used to be addicted to the frustration of life. However, my hometown's mountains and rivers, simple family and unchanging posture, my soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qianshan, eating the jiaozi made by my mother herself. Emotions and sorrows can be gathered into a thick book. Only you can understand the meaning of every word, page and punctuation. In the face of fierce competition, even if you work hard or have succeeded, you will face the ups and downs of life. Even if you are in deep trouble, don't be discouraged, but face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don't treat life in a different place as suffering, and don't treat experience as wandering. We should regard it as an experience in the journey of life. The stage of life is very big, depending on how to perform. To understand the distance between theory and practice, you must always keep learning to understand it, whether it is for fun or to kill time. As long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's drinks and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe in yourself. Unconsciously, such a dull life is equally meaningful. It's almost dawn. I am always the best, because I have a dream, because I have been preparing for miracles. In a blink of an eye, a year is about to pass. Looking back on the past few years, I have been working hard for my dreams in a foreign land. I am homesick and want to spend the New Year. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window. The midnight wind knocked on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled up like a soaked seed for no reason. Think about a few years ago, when I came to this strange city alone, I thought I was used to the day of eight to five. In the days of flowing water, everything in my hometown has drifted away. When I look back, I find that the dust is sealed in my heart and the fragrance is overflowing. I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. I used to be addicted to the frustration of life. However, my hometown's mountains and rivers, simple family and unchanging posture, my soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qianshan, eating the jiaozi made by my mother herself. Emotions and sorrows can be gathered into a thick book. Only you can understand the meaning of every word, page and punctuation. In the face of fierce competition, even if you work hard or have succeeded, you will face the ups and downs of life. Even if you are in deep trouble, don't be discouraged, but face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don't treat life in a different place as suffering, and don't treat experience as wandering. We should regard it as an experience in the journey of life. The stage of life is very big, depending on how to perform. Let yourself understand the distance between theory and practice, whether it is entertainment or killing time, you must always keep learning to realize it. As long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's wine and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe in yourself, such a dull life is equally meaningful. It's almost dawn before you know it.
9. Write a composition on the topic of "homesickness". Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back, and I suddenly remembered home. Give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunion heart fly to the sky, and think of you again in a foreign land-my hometown, under the mottled night sky.
My hometown-Oriental Green Spring. Such as bridges and flowing water, beautiful environment and simple folk customs.
There are my beloved grandma, grandpa and childhood friends. In order to study, I came to a city far away from home and went home at most once a week. I don't know what it's like to be homesick. I envy seeing my friends go home happily every weekend. Weekends are empty and lifeless. In the lonely light at night, no one can talk. The only thing I can do is to call my family to relieve loneliness, or call my friends to talk about the recent situation and prove that I am not a lonely person.
The night is long and the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger. I am not sleepy at all. My thoughts will chase the bright sun in my hometown, and my tears will flow away quietly. I am homesick.
The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here.
My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely. I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played with the sun shining in my palm, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared, and the feeling of being close to my hand was a beautiful illusion.
Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world. At the end of each semester, it is the time I look forward to most.
Usually a week before the holiday, I can't resist my feelings. This week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the joy of going home, not to mention reviewing my lessons.
This is also my most boring point. My mind always trumps my ambition. Every time I pick up a book and cram, that kind of joy comes back. Of course, my textbooks are also thrown aside to pack my bags, even though my bags have been collected many times ... In my hometown, I have been lying in bed facing the west for many nights, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, imagining that there is a smiling face hidden in every star, which makes people think.
10. Write a composition on homesickness. My hometown is the most unforgettable place. Although my childhood there was not the most perfect, it was a golden dream for me and left me many golden memories.
When I opened my sleepy eyes and eagerly searched for the scene in that dream, the beautiful dream had drifted away, leaving only a few scattered petals ... When I was a child, I used to go to the Yangtze River and watch it fly around with a transparent jade belt. There are always several small fishing boats floating on the river that runs day and night. They are so ordinary and ordinary, as unknown as the people who make and use them.
Up to now, I still have such a small wooden boat in my mind: dark brown, about two meters wide, unpretentious streamlined boat hanging slightly upward at both ends, small and flexible. One pole, one paddle and two paddles, the boat is rocking steadily, and the rice fields and white cotton fields on both sides of the river are shaking slightly, just like a beautiful watercolor painting.
Many such boats dig sand and fish on the river ... there is a stream not far from my grandmother's house. Although I'm not sure, it's still a good place for me and my partner. In the hot summer, this stream has become a paradise for me and my friends.
Take off your shoes and socks and play in the stream. Laughter overflowed, and the stream seemed to look at us and flow more happily.
The water is very clear and shallow, just above the knee, and the soft sand at the bottom of the stream makes our feet itch. Take a gentle step in the water, make a few waves, and the water will itch between your legs. What a wonderful game! There are some small black spots in the water! It turned out to be a tadpole with a round head and a thin tail! Swim up, just like a lively "small comma".
As a result, the brook became a never-ending poem ... unforgettable! This fishing boat, this Yangtze River water, and fishermen fishing at high tide … but I will never forget this beautiful hometown.