In my hometown, there is a famous sage-Zhu. His grandmother is buried in the mountain of my hometown. In the second year of Jiaqing, Zhu was named "Wengong Mountain", and this mountain has been called "Wengong Mountain" ever since.
Although Wengong Mountain is not as steep as Mount Tai, it is graceful. This unique beauty attracts many literati every year, stopping here to watch and feel the cultural atmosphere of thousands of years ago. Although I can't see Zhu on the mountain, the clear air in this mountain is pushing me forward.
On the top of the mountain, the sage's grandmother is buried, surrounded by 16 fir trees. At that time, according to gossip, Zhu planted 24 fir trees around his ancestral grave, symbolizing "twenty-four filial piety". This filial piety is really touching.
"I insist that Qingshan does not relax, and the roots are breaking stones." Bamboo represents the spirit of China people-perseverance. At the same time, it is also artistic, and it is also called "four gentlemen" with plum, orchid and chrysanthemum, just like the bamboo forest in Wengong Mountain. Sometimes I talk about the beauty of life with the seven sages of bamboo forest, and sometimes I stand opposite Zheng Banqiao, chanting "Bamboo Stone" and feeling the "Southeast and Northwest Wind" of bamboo.
In the hidden banana forest, there is a small academy, shrouded by the smell of mountains, forming a unique clean stream. Close your eyes, Zhu seems to be sitting on it, telling the truth of life. When I left, my ears still echoed with his inculcation.
Years are changing with the times, and what remains unchanged is the beauty of hometown; What I can't kill is the memory of my hometown.
Impression of the old house with a small brush about homesickness 2 A poem full of homesickness and an article full of yearning touched your heart and mine.
Today, with deep homesickness, we launched a class activity of comprehensive study, in which we showed our different feelings. Let me introduce it.
First of all, a beautiful and affectionate recitation makes people homesick. Where does the sound of nature come from? It is like a clear spring, like sweet rain and dew, like a ray of warm sunshine ... haha, this is, of course, Deng Ruobing and Wen. Then, I heard the host say emotionally: "Next, please ask Mao and other four students to perform the textbook drama" Plum Blossom Soul "for us." The wonderful performances of four students made me seem to have scenes in front of me, and also made me feel my grandfather's yearning for the motherland. His love for the motherland was deeply imprinted in my heart. Finally, a poem full of homesickness evokes the homesickness of some people in that place. I was immersed in deep homesickness and recalled the happy time I spent in my hometown. The activity ended in a deep homesickness.
Through this activity, I learned that people who are wandering outside always have a deep yearning for their hometown and endless concern for their loved ones ... wherever they go, they always have a home in their hearts.
Impression of an old house Practice nostalgia with a little pen 3 "Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away …" Every time I hear this song, I will think of my hometown.
The river in my hometown is quiet and beautiful, clear and transparent, like a flawless jade. Reminds me of Zhu's "How can I be so clear about Wen Chun" because there is flowing water at the source. "In the morning, the diffuse water mist hangs over the river like a veil. Down the river, the water meets the sky, which is puzzling. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun shines obliquely on the river, sparkling. The cool river wind is blowing slowly, so intoxicating and so exciting.
The mountains in my hometown are towering into the sky and the trees are lush, like a handsome male soldier full of vigor and vitality, standing on the land of my hometown. The trees in the mountains are full of vitality, green grass and flowers. Birds and flowers are everywhere, what a colorful scene. Walking on the forest path, stepping on the grassy ground, smelling the fragrant flowers, enjoying the vigorous pine trees and breathing the fresh air in the mountains, who can not bring infinite reverie?
Thinking about it, the tears of homesickness fell like this. Suddenly looking back at those simple and amiable figures, it is like a flock of geese flying across the sky to their homes. There are green grass, red flowers and little dolls called parents. They laughed as brightly as flowers. There are blue waters and tears of elderly parents. There are high roads and low hurdles, as well as my childhood playmates, chasing cattle and sheep on Dongshan at sunrise and learning with laughter.
And, and ... people who go home, where is home? When can I go home? "Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away ..." An "Olive Tree" once again reminded me.
Impression of the old house with a small brush to brush homesickness 4. Jumping into a clear river, sandwiched between two beautiful mountains, my hometown people live on the river bank. Living in this quiet and sweet land, I feel infinite happiness and joy.
In the morning, I got up early, climbed the hill covered with green clothes, breathed fresh air and integrated myself into the beautiful scenery of nature. After a while, a dazzling red sun rose from the eastern sea, shining on the mountains and dyeing them red. The sun rose gradually, and it quickly lit up every corner of my hometown, driving away the dew that had been sleeping in the flowers all night. Everything in the world is the same, but when it wakes up, the whole hometown suddenly becomes active. In the mountains and on the ridges, there are people who get up early and work everywhere, shedding the sweat of the world but harvesting the autumn season.
In a hurry, people have just sown the seeds of spring, and it seems that they haven't had time to count them. The lively summer is here.
Although it is very hot in summer, there are white clouds blocking the sun, tall banyan trees casting shade for me, and lively scenes to relieve me. Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, a "Dragon Boat Race" is held in my hometown. At that time, many old people came to watch the game and watched young people shuttle across the river. They show their youth and vitality incisively and vividly, bringing endless fun to people.
Autumn wind blows gently, and my hometown brings me the joy of harvest: when winter comes, my hometown brings me full warmth. My hometown is deeply engraved in my heart: in the frustrated season, he brought me comfort; On successful days, he enjoys happiness with me.
In a colorful life, hometown is the most beautiful color: among the five flavors of life, hometown is the most fragrant. Appreciating one's hometown means appreciating a beautiful painting.
Beautiful hometown, you gave me life, so that I can walk again in the colorful world; beautiful hometown, you gave me courage, so that I can stand up again in the lost days.
I always believe that no matter where a person goes, his hometown will always be a place he deeply misses. In the dead of night, I always recall the innocence of my childhood. Perhaps it is because my hometown once carried my greatest ideal and sincere friendship, or perhaps it is because I have an inseparable feeling with my hometown, so my feelings for my hometown are always increasing day by day. I love my hometown, Xiyang, where I grew up. No matter where you go, you will never forget your hometown.
I used to study abroad. From kindergarten to the fourth grade of primary school, I have always had a deep attachment to my hometown. Whenever the bright moon rises and gives the earth a faint glow, the feeling of homesickness will be strengthened. At that time, I always longed for a pair of white wings to fly back to my hometown ... Mengshan misty rain, clear water, ancient temple gardens, flood ponds, Shima Leng Yun, Xiyang flowers and trees, Song Fengxue and Gaoluoqi Peak, how can we not be amazed? "Five-color Dan flowers spread to Xiyang. Today, red and white are still vying for fragrance, and Xiangfan rides in a real fairyland, and colorful clouds are reflected." "Three thousand flowers world road is boundless, heterogeneous people from Xiyang. In spring, the brocade is divided into five colors, and the incense is turned over in rows. A charming smile is like a beautiful country, and a wonderful dance is good at it with the wind. Who let Luoyang boast of its prosperity? The old balcony is desolate. " I'm afraid even the immortals will stop to admire these peony flowers. "It is not easy to climb this dangerous peak, and Song Wan is coiled around this stone ridge. Three winters of snow have accumulated in deep rocks, and there is still ice in the shade in June.
Cold knot can't fly, and freezing is suspected of wet coagulation. I feel thirsty when I am sleepy in summer, and I want to take advantage of the cold to relax. How can I not be proud of the spectacle of "snow on the pine peak" Beautiful! Four "hometown, hometown, hometown I love! The mountains and water in my hometown are also beautiful, my hometown, my hometown, my beloved hometown! I can't forget the food in my hometown ... "
My hometown, Yangzhou, has a long history, with a thousand-year-old monument like daming temple. Yangzhou is picturesque and the West Lake is slender. There are many cuisines in Yangzhou, including classic cuisines like Lion Head. Today, I would like to introduce to you the delicious food that Yangzhou people are proud of.
Lion Head, as a native of Yangzhou, is our "business card". How can tourists from other places not taste it?
The lion's head is like a giant planet in the Milky Way, surrounded by some vegetables. The rich brown soup makes tourists drool and want to have a taste. This soup is very delicious and addictive whether it is soaked in rice or just drunk. Look at that green vegetable, just a few, it tastes oily but not greasy, greasy but not greasy, refreshing aftertaste, drenched with marinade, it is a perfect match! It also adds a little green to this dish, which is very beautiful and is the gospel of vegetarians.
Finally, the main course, lion head! Why is it called "lion head"? I think it is because it is very big, like a lion's head. First look at its shape. Touch it gently with chopsticks and poke a small hole directly. What followed was its thick soup flowing out of the hole like a clear spring. It can be seen that it has completely absorbed the soup and reached the "peak" state. A round, non-round sphere can only be made delicious with good black pork, the essence of various spices and the exquisite craftsmanship of chefs. When you take a bite, the soup immediately "pops" out of your mouth, while the meat is soft with hard and hard with soft. If you savor it carefully, you can taste the sweetness and have an endless aftertaste.
Our family once bought a lion head, which can be said to be the best. Vegetables, beef and pork have changed their taste in the hands of chefs and become delicious lion heads. Ah! Why is there such delicious food in Yangzhou?
Yangzhou, a city that evokes my taste buds and homesickness.
Impression of the old house practice with a little brush about nostalgia 7 On Chang 'an Avenue, there was a scene of depression and decline, and the people complained bitterly.
All this has to do with today's holy family. He drinks and makes merry all day, lusts after beauty, and has no intention of caring about state affairs. The idea that I was called into the palace was to advise the holy family and serve the imperial court. But this bad king asked me to dig deep and write poems to beg the princess.
Children's favor. I, Li Bai, am innocent. How can I serve the court like this?
Finally, I chanted loudly, "Laugh to the sky, my generation is Artemisia." He danced with long sleeves and left the palace angrily.
Now, standing aimlessly in this street, I suddenly smell a long-lost fragrance, which turned out to be a long-lost wine fragrance! I went in excitedly, and when I stumbled back to the cabin after drinking, it was already evening.
I leaned back on the bed and looked at the crescent moon. Oh, that's from the crescent moon. Why don't you give me more? But even a little, I still feel extremely warm.
Gently push open the window and see the frost outside. Is it really frost? I rubbed my eyes hard and found that it was gentle moonlight, even and bright.
Jingjing leaned out of the window and stared at the unreachable moon. Beautiful, beautiful. It has a pure heart, and many people have admired it gently. It is still not proud or complacent, and always sticks to its duties. It knows that this is a sacred mission.
Unconsciously, the neck has become stiff. Slowly lowering my head, I suddenly saw my old mother, who was already white-haired and had worked hard to bring me up, and all the elders in my hometown. Suddenly, my heart was full of bitterness and my vision gradually blurred. I stretched out my hand and touched it. It turned out to be tears!
The impression of the old house with a small brush about homesickness 8 Shaoxing people's perseverance, courage, simplicity and kindness have long been integrated into the blood and passed down from generation to generation. -inscription
Shaoxing has a vast territory, rich resources, pleasant scenery, a long history and profound traditional culture. It is the home of hardworking people and is known as the "land of plenty". My hometown is located in this beautiful and magical place.
Houses in my hometown are all made of bricks, and white walls and tiles have risen from the ground, telling a long history and revealing an ancient atmosphere. People live by the water, the willows by the river are graceful, the river is as gentle as water, and there is no fierceness of the flood. There is only hard work here, and there are few natural and man-made disasters.
In my hometown, if a family gives birth to a daughter, it is necessary to bury an altar of wine in front of the house and take it out to congratulate her on the day when her daughter grows up and gets married. After ten or even twenty years of storage, the rice wine brewed by Jianhu water did not destroy the original taste, but was more mellow and sweet. "This wine should be only in the sky. How many times can the world taste it? " This kind of wine is famous at home and abroad, which is the famous "Daughter Red".
The stinky tofu in my hometown is a great snack. Golden stinky tofu, with sweet sauce, smells smelly, tastes delicious and not delicious! This is a major feature of my hometown. Look at that string of stinky tofu, doesn't it represent the hearts of people in my hometown like gold?
Hometown people work at sunrise, rest at sunset, work hard, and sow the seeds of perseverance, courage, simplicity and kindness in the land of hope with their own sweat and vision! People in my hometown are like this. With their hard-working hands, they created one myth after another, one legend after another!
Impression of the old house about homesickness 9 Whenever the bright moon sheds the last ray of moonlight on the earth, the sky begins to gradually take off its black clothes and reveal its white body, and the morning comes immediately. It's just dawn, and the chicken hasn't even crowed yet! Who "plays the piano" on the leaves with little feet in the Woods? Leave footprints? Oh, it's a group of naughty and naive children at work! Racing on country roads, chasing hide-and-seek in rice fields, and catching shrimp and light rain fish by the stream in front of and behind the house are all their happy games, which can be described as a natural playground for children. Unconsciously, it's time to go to school again. The children took up their schoolbags and ran to school in three steps.
At noon, women were holding delicious hot food in their hands and shouting, "Come back soon, son, mom will stew chicken for you!" " "Hearing the sound, the children jumped home and sat on the bench, holding chicken legs in one hand and chicken wings in the other, biting left and right, and there was hot chicken soup in the bowl! This is really a veritable "kitten"! The afterglow of the sunset in the evening reflected on the children's faces. Their little faces were red and they walked through the country road again.
At the moment, everyone is cooking with a fire, and white smoke billows from the chimney. The family sat happily together, talking and laughing, how lively it was! As night fell, it was another moonlit night, and the villagers all entered a sweet dream. The chirping of insects, the croaking of frogs and the crisp sound of streams are painted into a beautiful lullaby. I have heard the majestic March and the cheerful Swan Lake, but I have a special liking for this natural melodious little song. The colorful, free and beautiful life of rural people is so desirable! I love this unique rural beauty, but I love the simple quality of rural people more.
Old House Impression about Homesickness 10 Clouds floating on the horizon of my hometown keep calling me. When the breeze is blowing gently around me, a voice is calling me, come back, come back. The loud singing sounded in my ears, reminding my thoughts. Where is my hometown? where am I going? Oh, I have never left my hometown. This is the place where I was born and raised-Luohe.
For the hometown drifting overseas, it is cloud, and for the hometown, it is love. There are two rivers here, which meet in my hometown, namely Li River and Shahe River. Together, it is the Shali River. The park built along the river has beautiful scenery. Every time I play here, I will be intoxicated by the pleasant scenery and leave memories of growing up.
Every year when bloom is warm in spring, my parents and I will fly kites on the lawn. I watched the kite slowly float into the sky under the spring breeze, and constantly changed my posture in the sky. No matter how the kite changes, the thread is always tightly held in my hand. Think of me growing up with laughter and tears. When I don't want to do my homework, I will finish my homework seriously in the face of my father's stern eyes and my mother's reproach. My parents always praise me when I make progress. I am like a kite in the sky. I want to fly higher, but my heart is always led by my parents. No matter how high I fly, that line will always be in my hometown. This line has condensed my homesickness and homesickness.
Since childhood, the happiness of childhood has flowed away with the running water and become my permanent memory. But when I am bored, I can always think of flying kites in the sky when I was a child. Perhaps, that kite bears the best dream of my childhood and my best feelings for my hometown. Wherever I go, there is a kite in my heart, and that is my hometown.
My hometown is an ordinary village with no historical sites and unique scenery, but it is still beautiful to me.
Early in the morning, standing at the entrance of the village, watching the harvested corn, the endless fields were covered with yellow shirts, a breeze blew, and the corn danced with long sleeves in the fields. Grass gives it sweetness, flowers give it fragrance, and it is a leisurely thing to walk alone in the field.
The sky in my hometown is blue, with less pollution from factories and less automobile exhaust. Even the clouds in the sky are so white, and even the air is filled with the fragrance of dust. Lying in the bushes, listening to the chirping of birds and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants is a pleasant thing.
People in my hometown are very harmonious. Every night, every family will sit on the bare stone with their rice bowls and talk and laugh with their neighbors. Whenever people in the village are in trouble or need help, the village does not mean that all men, women and children go, but half of them help resolve conflicts or troubles, and sometimes give some help.
People have roots like trees, and that root is our hometown. No matter how our hometown changes in the future, we will never forget that we were born and raised in our hometown.
Impression of the old house about homesickness 12 The old house has always been my haunted place.
Rows of low and quaint old houses with white walls and black tiles have taken on a new look, and the eaves raised high draw a beautiful arc in the blue sky, fresh and elegant as ink painting. There is a two-story building in the middle of the old house. Old doors and windows are firmly embedded in the newly painted walls, and industrious spiders weave beautiful dreams on the windows. This is the old house where no one has lived for a long time.
Next to the old house is a newly built avenue along the river. On the left side of the road, there is an ancient arched cave bridge, which spans the narrow green belt-shaped Kripier River. I like going back and forth on the stone bridge with my friends. The ancient slate sings softly, just like a kind old man, laughing with us. On the brand-new river fence on the other side of the road, there are several colorful new quilts, and several tall and straight green trees stand in a clearing in the distance. Rows of fitness equipment are scattered under the tree. We ran across the bridge, scrambled to swing, somersaulted on the horizontal bar, and left the cheerful figure on the seesaw. ...
Wow, what an elegant ancient village scenery!
Impression of the old house practicing homesickness with a little pen 13 When I returned to my hometown again, I was no longer that ignorant child.
Walking along the path I used to walk, I saw a bridge in the middle of the river, which is located in the river. It's time to go to school. Many students walk home with their schoolbags on their backs. They can't wait to go back to their home and eat the delicious food cooked by their mother.
Looking at these young students, I can't help but have an idea: I wish I could go back in time. It's a pity that youth is gone forever.
Cars came and went, and it didn't seem to do anything for my arrival.
This road is not as difficult as it used to be. I don't know when the cement road was paved and became flat and wide.
I still remember, along this path, there will be a triangular pavilion. Usually people gather here to play chess in summer. Enjoy the cool. It's just that the living conditions are much better now than before, and the gazebo has been demolished to build a tall building.
Looking at the door, I felt a little disappointed, and tears had already wet my clothes.
The flowers and plants in the yard have been neglected for more than ten years. I thought they couldn't stand the storm, but they were dazzling in the sun.
Touching the stone table under the tree, it slowly came to mind. Once, the family laughed and sat around for dinner, humming a ditty, playing games and fighting, and gradually got the atmosphere of the New Year.
Looking back now, tears can't help but flow down.
I miss my hometown and want to go back to the scene at that time.
Think about it, I don't even know what to say now. Dry your tears and sit on the stone table. My heart has been restless for a long time.
Impression of the old house with a little pen practice about nostalgia 14 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, and I suddenly thought of home. ...
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings with the moon at night. ...
Hometown carries the best memories of everyone's life.
My hometown is in a small mountain village. There are only three families there. One is adjacent to my home and the other is far away. There is everything here, but what makes me most proud is the large bamboo forest in front of my house. This bamboo forest was planted when my grandfather and I were about the same age. Since then, nearly 80 years have passed. After 80 years of wind and rain, this bamboo forest has become tenacious. And it is connected with the bamboo growing in front of my house to form an arched door, which is especially beautiful in summer. This is the secret base of my childhood.
It's a pity that since we moved down. The bamboo forest grew wildly because no one cared for it, and lost its former appearance.
In addition to bamboo forests, apples produced by apple trees in my hometown are really "a must". All the apples produced are big and delicious. In autumn, before the apples are fully ripe, my sister and I can't wait to pick them. Unfortunately, at that time, I was too young to pick apples on the tree, so I had to ask my sister to help me pick them. My sister often laughs at me and calls me "little guy".
Similarly, this still neglected apple tree has lost its former glory. Now I can go to the apple tree, but I can't see the sweet and delicious big apple anymore.
How I miss the beautiful days of picking bamboo shoots in spring and the days when autumn is surrounded by delicious fruit fragrance. How I want to return to your familiar arms! My hometown.