The bottom of my heart flows through a small river, and the water waves ripple; In the dream, a green hill rises from the ground and is magnificent; A picture emerged in the night sky, simple and beautiful; Humming a little song in his mouth, euphemistically beautiful; Picked up a handful of ears of wheat in his hand, long and deep.
It is the river, the mountain, the painting, the song and the wheat in my hometown. ...
Hometown is the dream of overseas travelers and the comfort of those who have experienced vicissitudes; It is the home of those who are wandering outside, with self-esteem and scars. Every old man wants to start where he or she wants to end.
"When young people leave home, the local accent will not change." One sentence: "What has become of our hometown?" Childhood pond, childhood wheat field, partners there, childhood games will immediately come to mind; Climb mountains together and catch grasshoppers together; Not afraid of pain, not afraid of pain, not afraid of falling, not afraid of the sun. Thinking, thinking, just want to go back and have a look.
Childhood memories are all in that hot land. In that hot land, I learned to read, to respect and to be a man. When people reach middle age, they also understand that "beauty is not beautiful, hometown water; Kiss or not, hometown people ","Humayi north wind, the south branch of the Bird's Nest. "
When the sun sets, azaleas are everywhere, which makes everyone's heart red, condensing a passion and an unspeakable sincere love.
Hometown can be traced back to those precious times. Therefore, all people who leave their hometown will firmly guard the hot land in memory and the hometown in their dreams.
Hometown is a river flowing with life, which is the most magical part of everyone's blood, because it will not fade with the passage of time and the growth of age and the change of location in every traveler's heart.
Homesickness is a person's most sincere feeling.
Homesickness composition 300 words Junior high school homesickness flows through a small river, and the water waves ripple; In the dream, a green hill rises from the ground and is magnificent; A picture emerged in the night sky, simple and beautiful; Humming a little song in his mouth, euphemistically beautiful; Picked up a handful of ears of wheat in his hand, long and deep.
It is the river of hometown, the mountain of hometown, the painting of hometown, the song of hometown, the wheat of hometown ... hometown is the dream of overseas travelers and the comfort of those who have experienced vicissitudes. It is the home of those who are wandering outside, with self-esteem and scars.
Every old man wants to start where he or she wants to end.
"When young people leave home, the local accent will not change.
"What has become of our hometown?" Childhood pond, childhood wheat field, partners there, childhood games will immediately come to mind; Climb mountains together and catch grasshoppers together; Not afraid of pain, not afraid of pain, not afraid of falling, not afraid of the sun.
Thinking, thinking, just want to go back and have a look.
Childhood memories are all in that hot land.
In that hot land, I learned to read, to respect and to be a man.
When people reach middle age, they also understand that "beauty is not beautiful, hometown water; Kiss or not, hometown people ","Humayi north wind, the south branch of the Bird's Nest.
"When the sun sets, the mountains are full of azaleas, which makes everyone's heart red, condensing a passion and an unspeakable sincere love.
Hometown can be traced back to those precious times.
Therefore, all people who leave their hometown will firmly guard the hot land in memory and the hometown in their dreams.
Hometown is a river flowing with life, which is the most magical part of everyone's blood, because it will not fade with the passage of time and the growth of age and the change of location in every traveler's heart.
Homesickness is a person's most sincere feeling.
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When the word homesickness is mentioned in 250 words, there will always be some overseas wanderers who have deep attachment to their hometown.
At the beginning of the class, there were many pairs of small hands in the classroom, which suddenly boiled up.
The innermost boy group brought us a story. Although it's funny, it doesn't meet the requirements of this theme.
What I like best is the plum blossom soul performed by their group. They performed vividly and read clearly.
Shen is a lovely Yingying, while Wang Shusheng is a kind grandfather.
When Zhang Yan and Chen Yan were in the middle of reading, Wang Shucheng began to cry.
At this moment, we laughed.
However, a few "little actors" were not attracted by our laughter, but were still very involved.
This makes me admire them.
After the performance, the teacher and we gave them the most sincere gift, which was warm applause.
Followed by Dong's three ancient poems, in which Jiang was the messenger and Chen Yili was the poet.
Their performance was unexpected: delicious and funny.
Only the messenger smiled and performed.
"Ha, ha, ha" only heard my deskmate smile very special, and no one could learn how he laughed.
I especially like this course because it makes me laugh.
I hope that future classes and team classes can be as interesting as this.
Nature is our home. It teaches us how to live. Let us understand the meaning and true meaning of life.
One summer vacation, I stayed at my grandmother's house for a while.
One day, I took the bread my grandmother bought me and ate it with relish. I accidentally dropped the big bread on the ground.
After a while, I came back and found a little ant crawling out of the ant hole and circling around the bread as if to move it, but the bread was too big for it to move, so I went back to the ant hole.
I think, isn't that what everyone says about ant unity? I was going back to my grandmother's house when I found a large group of ants. I immediately understood that the little ant did not give up, but went to move reinforcements. I saw little ants bite, tear, tear, bite into small pieces and move back to the hole.
Slowly, there is only a little bread left. A group of big ants besieged the last piece of bread and carried it back to the hole.
I'm thinking that ants are so United, we should be more United! One day I want to do an experiment to prove whether ants are United.
I experimented with a group of ants and a drop of water. There is a piece of bread opposite the ant. The ant slowly approached the water drop, suddenly huddled up and rushed out of the water drop at a fast speed. Although some of them died, they still got food.
Ants are strong-willed, unscrupulous, United and friendly, and finally get food. What a precious spirit!
Homesickness flows endlessly like a hot spring. My cold heart will never stop, because the source of love will never stop. It will hook up the homesickness of a foreign land like a gouhun lock, hook up the homesickness of our foreign land, and let us feel the warmth of love and homesickness like a rainbow. Like the feeling in our hearts, I don't know. Teacher's comment: This poem is written around the theme of "homesickness", which has not only been done.
Although the technique is a bit immature, three appropriate metaphors are used to describe homesickness.
Homesickness is compared to a running hot spring, a fascinating lock and a rainbow, which makes readers, especially wanderers, sing for it.
At the end of the poem, the phrase "homesickness is like a rainbow, colorful, and as unclear as the feelings in our hearts" really writes out the author's feelings about homesickness, not bad! Read more relevant excellent poems in the future, and you will make greater progress. ....
Write a 350-word composition with nostalgia as the theme. The memory of hometown is like an old story, beautiful.
There left my footprints inch by inch, there was full of joy, and there lived my dearest family.
Hometown, this word is strange and familiar to me, and I am very contradictory.
Stranger? As time goes by, it can only make me remember slowly.
Are you familiar with it? It seems that living there happened yesterday, and it seems that this is a normal thing.
True feelings ferment in the same place. Could all this be just a memory? This memory is like a cradle in a dream, and I am like a baby sleeping in it.
I hope that in my dream, I have a pair of wings to fly to my hometown to pick up my happiness: a lantern.
This is during the Lantern Festival. I pestered my grandmother and bought me one.
Grandma touched my head affectionately and handed me a lantern.
Surrounded by the lights, I happily carried the lantern, leaving a burst of laughter and a peaceful look.
Fireworks still remember the short-lived beauty.
The light in my eyes.
In the sky, the colors bloom brilliantly, and at the same time a grass is planted in my heart.
Let me look forward to growing up, the dust settles in your arms.
I would like to snuggle in your arms ... the strong local accent calls my name.
I will always remember the call in my heart.
It seems that I can see your figure and your call in the unchanging sky.
At night, there seems to be a song you sing, which makes me feel at ease.
Call me in different places.
My head is haunted by things like missing.
I'm surprised that my seven souls and eight souls were taken away by this kind of thing.
Perhaps in my dream, I am full of the land of my hometown, and I was born and raised in my dream of living in my hometown.
I didn't know how much I missed it. Only by exploring your heart can you find yourself suffering from a disease called missing.
My hometown composition 300 words (Bay Water) Reference composition: People in my hometown say that homesickness is always unforgettable.
Yes, homesickness is an ancient and deep ballad, and in my heart forever plays the melody of love.
The winding loess road in my hometown, the yellow flowers blooming by the river, the simple and kind villagers ... Everything in my hometown is concentrated in my hometown of Aika.
Maybe it's a whining leaf flute, maybe it's a whispering purple swallow, no, it's a faint yellow flower in my hometown, which affects my dream of returning home.
My hometown is a small village, and a small river flows in front of it.
Before spring comes, the bank slope will be full of yellow flowers, one after another.
The color is very light, but it looks bright.
They bloom in the wasteland, hide in the weeds, and playfully stick their heads out to people. What a wonderful world it contains among the yellow flowers! It is also a natural "pasture". The branches and leaves of yellow flowers are fertile pastures, where all the cattle and sheep people feed are raised, so people like it here more and love the yellow flowers here more.
At that time, the life in the small village was as dull and quiet as the clear river.
After people finish their work, they sit on the yellow land in front of each house, shaking banana fans and telling ancient and distant stories. The story will always be the Eight Immortals and the Heavenly Palace ... Is the village still so beautiful after a few years? Are the yellow flowers on the river bank still so bright? In the spring season, I left the noisy downtown and returned to my hometown where I missed day and night.
The bus took me all the way to the street of the village.
I was surprised to find that the winding loess road in my memory has been replaced by a wide road; The low and shabby houses on both sides of the road disappeared and were replaced by brand-new tile houses. The streets are full of ornamental trees, and there is a flower bed at regular intervals. Although small, full of green is colorful, adding infinite vitality to the countryside.
It has changed. This village has changed a lot.
I sighed and went into my uncle's house.
As soon as he stepped into the yard, he was warmly welcomed: chickens, ducks and geese played a unique "welcome song" for farmers, and the little yellow dog wagged his tail happily.
At this time, the second aunt came out of the room and shouted in surprise: "Chaoer, it's a holiday. Why don't you call back? " As he spoke, he pulled me into the house and brought out two plates of apricots from Huang Chengcheng like a gust of wind.
I looked at my aunt. I can't imagine that my aunt, who used to be silent, is so quick in words and actions now.
I asked, "Aunt, where is my second uncle?" "He, he would have gone to the factory, too busy to even attend to not top his own responsibility field.
Oh, now that we have set up agricultural and sideline food processing plants, your uncle is still a consultant! "The same wavelength with a smile, their brow is permeated with joy.
At night, when the countryside disappears into the night, children sit at home and watch TV, and adults get together to talk about exciting things. But people's topic is no longer the Eight Immortals, but how to make the countryside better and make life richer ... The night in my hometown is so intoxicating that I am not tired at all. I hurried out to look for the river in my memory and the yellow flower in my dream.
Unconsciously, I came to a construction site covered with rubble, where lights were brightly lit and timber piled up like mountains. Obviously, this is a tall building under construction.
I suddenly remembered, isn't this the place where the clear river flows? Isn't it here that the lingering yellow flower in that dream blooms? Where did it go? Where are the beautiful rivers and yellow flowers? I hurried to ask the old man who cared for the construction site. He pointed to the construction site and said with a bright smile on his face: "What is being built is the cultural center in the village, which was built by everyone.
The small river you mentioned, which was painted to build a beautiful small lake; There are wild flowers, but I can't miss the big event ... "I was a little disappointed."
But looking at the bright lights on the construction site and the bright smile on the old man's face, it suddenly occurred to me that when the cultural center rises here, at night, the brightly lit windows are just beautiful yellow flowers. Ah! The yellow flowers in my hometown are the notes that will never disappear in my hometown love songs!
My hometown is a mountain village surrounded by green hills and 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. ...
Write a composition with a strong homesickness in 350 words. Folk customs in Hangzhou are constantly created, enriched and gradually evolved by the broad masses of people with the development of historical, economic and natural conditions in Hangzhou.
It has added a unique Jiangnan style to Hangzhou.
The rich cultural relics unearthed from Liangzhu cultural site four or five thousand years ago show that the primitive villages in Hangzhou with the earliest human activities have Jiangnan characteristics.
Some of them built semi-cave houses on the mountain, and some erected dry-fenced houses on the ground to adapt to low-lying areas.
They use stones to polish stone plows and poles and engage in agricultural production such as rice and sesame. Use bows and arrows and stone knives to engage in hunting activities; Carving canoes, weaving fishing nets and fishing operations have formed a set of customs in primitive agricultural production.
They can also improve and decorate their lives by spinning flax with stone wheels, sewing clothes with stone needles, carving exquisite jade articles and firing pottery.
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Hangzhou belonged to the State of Yue or Wu, and later to the State of Chu.
During the Qin and Han dynasties, Hangzhou began to build counties. At that time, Qian was a small county in the Wulin, which was adjacent to the river and water.
"Han Zhi" says: "The monarch of wuyue is Shang Yong, so his surname is good at using swords, and it is easy to break his hair when he is alive, so as to avoid the evil dragon.
Several wars with Chu, mutual annexation, so wuyue customs, slightly with Chu.
"The Sui Dynasty established Hangzhou, built a city and dug the Grand Canal in the south of the Yangtze River, which laid the foundation for Hangzhou.
"Sui Zhi" contains: "Jiangnan customs are rich in fish and rice, not worried about hunger, believing in ghosts and gods, and loving worship.
"He also said," Yuhang, Chuanze and Woyan have the compassion of land and sea, where rare things gather and merchants get together.
He is a modest gentleman, so the customs are clarified, while Taoism is timeless and has a good atmosphere.
"Since the Tang Dynasty, Hangzhou has entered the ranks of famous cities in China.
The urban area of Hangzhou extends from Jianggan in the south to Wulinmen in the north.
From the original 1.5 million households, it has soared to more than 65438+ 10,000 households.
Economic prosperity, but also with Japan, North Korea and other countries to establish trade relations, Hangzhou has become a "victory in the southeast, Wujiang metropolis."
With the development of Hangzhou city, social customs are gradually urbanized, and the folk customs such as production, residence, diet, clothing, weddings, funerals, celebrations and etiquette have also changed.
Bai Juyi, a poet, once eulogized the social custom of "Fish and salt gather for the city, fireworks start for the village" in Hangzhou in the Tang Dynasty, the custom of "every family lights up and sings songs everywhere" and the custom of "having friends at the age of 20 and visiting the West Lake at night".
Great changes have taken place in the customs of Hangzhou since the Northern Song Dynasty.
First of all, Hangzhou has experienced the influence of two population migrations to the south in the history of our country, forming a great integration of the customs of the north and the south.
During the Western Jin Dynasty, the north suffered from repeated wars, and the Jin family moved south. Scholars and even civilians in the north have also crossed the river and gathered in the affluent Sanwu (Xing Wu County,,) area. A large area of land in the south became the grange of the nobles in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Therefore, northern customs also affect Hangzhou.
Especially at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, northern Jurchen nobles invaded the Central Plains, Zhao and Song regimes moved south, Hangzhou was the capital, and a large number of scholars crossed the river south.
Northerners in Du Nan brought the original family customs and habits of Hangzhou to the south, which greatly changed the original customs and habits of Hangzhou.
As the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, Hangzhou has an increasingly prosperous economy and more diverse social customs.
At that time, Hangzhou had become a place where northern businessmen concentrated. In particular, weapons manufacturing, civil construction, textile printing and other industrial and handicraft workshops moved from Bianjing have re-established their base areas in Hangzhou, and businessmen have also opened stores and shops.
There are many famous markets in Hangzhou, such as rice market, vegetable market, sheep market, fish market, meat market, firewood market, flower market, lantern market, jewelry market and monkey market. Up to now, there are many related street names in Hangzhou.
Books such as Legend of Wulin recorded that there were 440 lines in Hangzhou at that time. There is a royal street, or "Tianjie", which extends from the inclined bridge in the north to the Fengshan Gate in the south. The pavement is paved with stone slabs, and there is a lot of business on both sides. "There is no one who doesn't buy or sell."
In the Southern Song Dynasty, "Dream of Liang Lu" said: "Autonomous streets and alleys are all paved and all doors are open." Not only is it open during the day, but the night market is no different from the day.
"Fang street, shops, restaurants and restaurants, until the four drums are quiet.
Five drums face the horse, and the morning market will reopen. "
At that time, the catering industry was the largest in Hangzhou, and people feasted on tea.
According to Capital Ji Sheng, "Most restaurants in Beijing are run by people in the old capital.
"These shops still maintain the eating habits in the north, in order to adapt to the tastes and customs of northerners. Goujian, the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, missed the past and wanted to taste the northern fish soup cooked by Wusao in the Song Dynasty. So "Song Sao Fish Soup" has been handed down.
Southerners eat rice and northerners eat noodles.
People in Hangzhou live on rice, but because there are many people living in the north, pasta suddenly increases.
The women's dresses of the upper class in the northern song dynasty were also spread to Hangzhou after crossing the south.
Even the most fashionable cosmetics such as "Slim Golden Lotus", "Fang Yingmian Pill" and "Black Body Fragrance" are gradually becoming popular in Hangzhou.
The article "Folk Custom" in "Dream of Liang Lu" once recorded such a thing: "Since the Spring Festival, clothes have become easy. When you are old, you don't wear the old rules, wrapped in strange towels and clothes, and fighting in groups of three or five is extremely disgusting. It is not easy to go back to the old days.
The customs of Hangzhou in the Southern Song Dynasty are quite different from those in the north in the early years of Du Nan.
However, at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, with the integration of cultural customs between the North and the South, the most important thing was the rise of the Central Plains culture. In the Southern Song Dynasty, the ceremonies of marriage, childbirth, full moon, centennial and one-year-old in Hangzhou also permeated the customs of the Central Plains, and many entertainment habits inherited the customs left over from the north.
There were "tile houses" in Bianjing in the Northern Song Dynasty, and there were many amusement places "tile houses" in Hangzhou after the southern crossing.
At first, the film was only carved with plain paper, and after crossing the south, it was decorated with sheepskin and color.
When it comes to rape, there is a legendary monster folk song by Kong Sanchuan in Bianjing. Later, a female artist named Baby Bear and a younger girl in Hang Cheng followed suit and learned to sing.
With the arrival of southerners and northerners, even temples for worship will be built. Just change Hangzhou to Hunan
My hometown is remote, but it is 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. In the sunshine square in my heart, new colors are interpreted and moving ... the sky in my hometown is blue, the exhaust pollution in the city is less, 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 also the wind belonging to the sun, and there is always a trace of 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. ......
My hometown is a mountain village surrounded by green hills and 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. ......
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