How to start a 500-word composition when I return to my hometown after 20 years?

"He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . The sun and the moon fly, time flies, and twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye. My yearning for my hometown hasn't changed at all. Every grass and tree in my hometown. I drove to my hometown, thinking all the way: Is the bumpy village flattened and the path widened?