The composition of "Summer in Pingtan" is as follows:
My hometown is a harbor that wanderers will never forget, and it is also where people's eternal hope lies. However, as a permanent resident of my hometown, my feelings for my hometown are indescribable. , when I step on this hot land and want to leave, I still feel really unbearable, looking at the beautiful scenery; listening to the familiar sound of the waves of the sea; Oh! Looking at every bit of my hometown, I was intoxicated, intoxicated on an island with thousands of rocks; intoxicated on a piece of rich land... Yes! There are different "square inches" of land under the same blue sky. This may be due to the creation and preference of nature. My hometown - Pingtan, the green mountains and clear waters endowed by nature are enchanting and beautiful; I am proud of it. Someone once asked: "Pingtan is just a desolate island with only rocks and no grass. It has eaten one meal but no next meal. What is there to be proud of?" No! That was the past…. . , now in the era of reform and opening up. The face of my hometown has undergone earth-shaking changes, don’t you believe it? You may be amazed when you see it with your own eyes! …. . First of all, the living conditions of people in their hometowns have improved significantly. New residential areas with beautiful environments have sprung up. The vast majority of people in their hometowns have moved out of bungalows without kitchens, water, sewers, and bathrooms, and have moved into spacious and bright homes. In the new buildings, people have continuously improved their civilized behavior, living in harmony and enjoying themselves. When my hometown was still in a poor county, most of the wardrobes in every family were monotonous green, blue, black, and gray. Nowadays, the wardrobe has become larger and it is not new to own several famous brand clothes.
In the past, when people met and asked, "Have you eaten?", now the topics that people pay attention to are "Where did your child get in the school exam?" and "I heard that you donated a lot for earthquake relief." "Have you purchased rural medical insurance? Your company's income this year will be much higher than last year." ... Cars and motorcycles that were rarely seen before have now been shuttled on the road in countless numbers and have become a beautiful sight in my hometown. landscape. In the past, the streets and alleys were paved with pitted stone slabs. If there were no sewers, sewage would flow across the road when it rained. Now, wide and flat cement roads have replaced the old stone roads, and rows of brightly lit roads have been erected on the roadside. Street lights, and traffic lights are also installed! Roadside supermarkets, shopping plazas, bookstores, computer shopping malls, and mobile phone shopping malls abound... . . And the rainbow-like cross-sea bridge will be opened to traffic in two years. By then, with the unique tourism resources of my hometown, my hometown will be a golden cornucopia... . .
My hometown is not only beautiful in scenery but also rich in products; it is not only a tourist attraction, but also a historical textbook. It is the crystallization of the hard work and wisdom of more than 300,000 fellow villagers and a bright star in the treasure house of the motherland. Pearl; I long for the rapid development of my hometown. Today I will turn my love for the motherland and my love for my hometown into the motivation for learning. Tomorrow I will dedicate my talents to my hometown and make my hometown younger and more beautiful.
In the summer of 2013, when the world becomes a wordless poem, and the future fades into a colorless painting, then life will not fall, the flag will not fall, and neither will we! - Inscription I sit In the most remote corner of the classroom, I secretly measured the distance between me and the first place. I knew that this was a long and arduous journey. I stood at one end of the road, looking towards the unreachable end, at a loss and not daring to move forward. I I vaguely remember that yesterday I was still a child who could be lazy and playful, but today I have become a warrior who has to overcome obstacles on my own and step out on the bright road in the bloody wind. I am like a butterfly sleeping in a chrysalis, waiting to receive the baptism of life - —Growth. Waiting for the moment of breaking out of the cocoon to bloom. What breaks out of the cocoon is my laughter and laughter for the past 15 years, as well as my distant and urgent dreams. My favorite poet said: The forest flowers withered the spring red, too hastily. I have already missed winter and spring in hesitation and hesitation, can I still miss this summer? So I gritted my teeth, brought back stacks of reference books from the bookstore, and wrote my life in the diagonal lines of short paper with perseverance and sweat. hope. Sitting quietly in the classroom, the electric fan rotated countless times, as if I could not find the direction to move forward. Accompanied by the noise of "squeak--squeak--" and the smell of various essential oils, I jumped without hesitation. I entered the cold sea of ??books. I didn’t want to get a bit of coolness, but I had no choice. For losers, life will not give him the right to choose. From now on, there is no running figure on the sports field, and there is no more belt in front of the bookshelf. The young boy with glasses, the piano keys covered with mottled years, stained with happiness and sorrow, left quickly. Because I got full marks for an article "On the Three Kingdoms", I went from "Going to the East of the Yangtze River to Find All the Romantic Figures of the Ages" in one breath I read "The tripod kingdom has become a dream, and future generations will complain in vain"; because a student from Peking University said that Zhang Ailing's book has benefited him a lot, so I picked up "Love in a Fallen City" and worshiped it; because Yu Minhong said, "I have learned English." He who conquers the world", so "ABC..." was heard in my room all day long... I lowered my head and silently searched for the footsteps of wise men, trying to find a smooth road among thorns. I am not afraid of others saying that I follow blindly and say that I am vulgar, I just I want to catch my dream. In this way, I walked in the fleeting years of the third grade of junior high school, walking in the summer of 2013. Maybe the grass here is devastated, maybe I will be exhausted and sweaty. But I believe that I am solid enough. Carrying the vicious summer on my shoulders, carrying all the great ups and downs, singing and drinking all the way, walking and cherishing. The singing never stops, the youth never stops.