My favorite place to go is my grandmother's house. My kind grandmother, my lovely sister, the building and the small vegetable garden on the roof all make me unforgettable. Grandpa, grandma, two sisters, aunt and uncle live in harmony. There are also two little sisters, with pigtails on their heads and lively personalities, which add a little joy and excitement to the family.
Grandma's house is two stories high. The first floor is the living room and dining room, and the second floor is the bedroom. My favorite place to go is grandma's roof.
There is a small vegetable garden on the roof of grandma's house, in which many vegetables are planted, such as Dutch beans and green vegetables. With grandma's meticulous care, these dishes grow well. Vegetables are like primary school students doing exercises with the help of the wind. The green leek was bent by the wind pressure, as if the waiter was nodding to us. Grandma also planted a pot of Chinese rose flowers, which added some color to the vegetable garden. If you come to grandma's house in summer and look down from a height, grandma's vegetable garden is like a meadow, and the vegetables are dotted with green and pink roses, like a beautiful picture.
On the evening of summer, my grandmother and mother and I go to the small vegetable garden every day. My grandmother is responsible for picking vegetables, I water them, and my mother exterminates insects. Half an hour later, we finished. I am sweating profusely. My grandmother wiped my sweat, hugged me, said I was great, and didn't forget to kiss me. Sometimes she gives me a candy. You know, I seldom eat sugar at home, and my heart will be as sweet as honey at this time. In the evening breeze, I heard my mother chatting with her grandmother, and she was caring and attentive to her grandmother. The golden sun came from the west, and three generations of grandparents and grandchildren sat by the vegetable garden to enjoy the cool. What a warm picture.
Although there is nothing particularly interesting in grandma's house, I still like grandma's house very much. It is closer to nature, full of affection and joy!
Today is New Year's Eve. Go shopping with my mother at night and walk on the busy street. I can't help but be surprised: the streets are brightly lit and all kinds of lights dance alone in the desolate streets. Only a few shops and markets are waiting for customers. The cold wind in the street seems to be colder than other places. Most shops and markets are closed, as if to avoid the cold wind.
Why are only street lamps doing desolate embellishment? Anyone here? This street is crowded and lively, and the shouts of bargaining between shopkeepers and customers have stopped. This year, why can't you feel the taste of the year? Think of a few years ago: lanterns are hung high in the streets and lanes, lantern paper is exposed under the lights, and lively lights are flashing. Smiling faces are everywhere, and busy people are everywhere: buying new year's goods, posting Spring Festival couplets, discount shops, markets, and shopkeepers are shouting. Are you busy?
I can't help but lower my head and think for a long time: maybe people no longer pay attention to the taste of the year, but are homesick. Home is always a happy and warm harbor for people. No matter where you wander, you will eventually return to a warm harbor. People no longer pay attention to material value, and a strong homesickness arises. The song "Come home often" is it?
My mother told me that Beijing is her hometown.
It has been more than ten years since she left her hometown, but the warmth of her hometown still exists in her heart.
I can't forget my hometown, where there are mysterious and ancient Forbidden City and magnificent halls. There are magnificent Summer Palace and clear Kunming Lake. There are the majestic Tiananmen Square and the towering Monument to the People's Heroes. That's where Ran Ran, the five-star red flag, rises ... and there will always be the tenderest corner in her heart. Overlooking the Great Wall, the mottled gray-white walls are defending Beijing, giving her a more practical and peaceful heart. Even in the Yuanmingyuan, how many past glories are engraved on the ruins of white marble? Beijing is history, present and future, and it is her eternal hometown.
Hometown will last forever, and homesickness will last forever.
Winter came, the bell rang on New Year's Eve, and her heart was full of nostalgia. White jiaozi, deafening firecrackers, flying snowflakes, children's red cheeks ... No matter at home in the south or in comfortable hotels overseas, she will miss her hometown and her forever "home". Siheyuan, blue tiles and white walls, red lanterns, candied haws, happy people ... but her figure is gone. White cups and cups are not as good as the coarse porcelain bowls in her hometown in her eyes; Exquisite dishes made her miss the simple jiaozi in her hometown.
Hometown will last forever, and homesickness will last forever.
She found traces of her hometown from my pages, and once again awakened her homesickness, as if she had seen her haunted hometown again. Putting down the book gently, she smelled the smell of her hometown and looked around the southern town, and her hometown reappeared in front of her eyes. ...
Mother says Beijing is her hometown.
Hometown is eternal, homesickness is eternal. ...
Among the thousands of diversions of the Yangtze River, there is a river called Zijiang, and my hometown is there.
In our country, drinking tea is popular and hospitable. Whenever we go anywhere in summer, we will immediately make a bowl of sesame seeds and take out a bowl of tea.
First, put the soaked sesame seeds into a bowl, break them with a wooden stick one person high and stir them. At this time, you should hold the bowl firmly with your feet. Although it is easy to say, you can use a wooden stick one person high and stir it with your hands. It is really not light and requires a lot of technology. Veterans can turn big sticks with one hand.
Add some water while stirring, and then, you can add something according to your hobbies. Peanuts can be put a little, houttuynia cordata and green tea can clear away heat and detoxify, each has its own advantages, or you can put a little.
Finally, give each person a bowl of tea, add some fried corn, fried rice and so on, put it in, and you're done.
Take a big sip, and the aroma of fried rice and corn, together with the sweetness of sesame and water, will leave an endless aftertaste.
In summer, put them in the refrigerator and drink a bowl when you want, which is more comfortable than popsicles. If accompanied by some cold dishes, I can drink several bowls, and each taste is integrated into the beauty of my hometown. It is a symbol of my hometown, which makes everyone in my hometown yearn for it.
I love my hometown, not only because it has memorable tea, but also because it contains my feelings for my hometown.
I am a child who goes to school on the island with my parents. When I was a child, my family didn't have much money, and my parents were running away from home, so I lived with my elderly grandmother. My grandmother and I live in the same village. There are less than fifteen families in the village, but my grandmother and I have a good time every day.
The village ushered in the first ray of sunshine. The cock's "song" and this ray of sunshine were going on at the same time, and the chickens began to run around and play. I also opened my eyes and started a new day with my grandmother. Grandma cooked some porridge, I took some corn to feed the chickens, and the chickens and chicks scrambled for food crazily. When the porridge is cooked, I walk on the path in the field with porridge in my hand, breathing the fresh air and smelling the fragrance of rape flowers. Although there is no delicious side dish, this bowl of porridge has become fragrant.
There is an uncultivated field behind my house, so my grandmother and I planted some flowers and some orange trees. My grandmother and I work together. Although she is old, she has great strength. Grandma digs the hole, I plant the seeds and then water them. Afterwards, my grandmother and I inserted four sticks around and wrapped some vines. I planted some small flowers around and decorated our back garden.
Next, grandma went to the mountain to tear down the fallen tree, so I picked up an axe, chopped it, put it in a bamboo basket and carried the firewood into the house. Grandma lit a fire on the stove to cook, and a beautiful and fulfilling day was over. In this way, time flies.
It was not until my parents came back that I left my grandmother, my village and my school in other places. But I still can't forget that deep homesickness.
When I stepped into the familiar homeland again, my heart settled down and all the scenes of my childhood came to my eyes.
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There is always a place for you to dream about; There is always a place that will come to mind when you wander around. There is always a place like your safe haven that makes you long to return to his arms. Yes, this is your hometown, a place that you miss all the time.
People often recite a poem-when I looked up, I found it was moonlight. When I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home. Yes, hometown is always so unforgettable. Tonight, when I was tossing and turning in bed, the figure of my hometown came back to my mind.
Walking in my hometown, I seem to be a painter. Golden fields, constantly changing seasons are my material, crystal clear streams are my material, lotus flowers with different colors reflecting sunlight in ponds are my material, beautiful spring scenery with singing and dancing is my material, and flowery gardens are my material. And I will record the beauty of my hometown with my eyes and notes, and I will praise my hometown with my talent and sincere feelings.
Walking in my hometown, I feel like a pianist. The rushing waterfall flows through the steep mountains and makes a "crash" sound; In spring, a hundred flowers blossom on the endless plain. "Buzz" is the sound of bees working hard; In summer, rice fields are full of vitality, desperately absorbing rich water sources, and a hot wind blows, bending the waist of rice. I will use my wisdom to write a song praising my hometown, and I will use my youth to write an immortal lyric for him.
Ah! Hometown, poetry and songs can't really praise you; Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division can't count my true love for you, nor can I sing my admiration for you. I can only keep you in my heart and say, I love you!
My hometown is a place that I want to go back no matter how far I go, and it is a place where everyone is very ordinary. My hometown is Boluo Luo Yang, a place where there is Dongjiang River, the water that has bred countless Boluo people's lives, and a place where there are big gourds.
Dongjiang is a major scenic spot in my hometown. Although it is not as magnificent as the Yangtze River and Ma Benteng, it is not as flat as the Lijiang River. But she is the mother river of her hometown and our "source of life". People in my hometown often like to fish leisurely there and pick up all kinds of shells. When fishing, hometown people can really be said to be "as quiet as a rock, as moving as a rabbit." Quietly eating delicious snacks, the next second may be a battle of wits with Dongjiang. Although you don't always win, people in your hometown will always face the wind blowing from Dongjiang and smile. I really don't know whether Dongjiang is accompanying my hometown or witnessing the prosperity of Dongjiang. They are always as close as two old people.
Look! There is a big gourd there. Looking closer, it turned out to be a mountain. It is said that this mountain is still a relic. There was a flood that year, and many people died. Tie Guai Li fell from the sky. When he saw that our life was ruined, he threw down his drinking gourd, which wiped out the flood and restored people's comfortable and happy lives. Since then, people in my hometown believe in Tie Guai Li, so there is a temple with uninterrupted incense at the bottom of Hululing and various flowers and plants at the top. The environment is very good, so people like to walk along the path to the top of Hululing Mountain under the tower. People who are exercising can be seen everywhere under the tower, and some wear white coats to practice Tai Chi. There are groups playing badminton; There are grandparents who take their grandchildren to exercise.
This is my hometown, that perfect and extraordinary hometown.
When I lie on the ground, when I look up at the starry sky, when I look at the drizzle outside the window, I will proudly think of this beautiful place, which is my hometown.
My hometown is colorful. At the vernal equinox, everything recovers, showing the brilliance of life everywhere, and willows on the roadside sprout and sway under the breeze. Wild flowers are in full bloom, and they are trying to show their posture. They all say that "green leaves are lined with red flowers", but grass doesn't think so. They tried their best to get out of the soil, trying to overwhelm the "safflower" and show their vigorous vitality. The Yellow River thawed and continued to flow forward, singing passionate songs, "A year's plan lies in spring", and vendors gathered on the roadside to sell loudly, showing a vibrant scene everywhere.
In autumn, my hometown is less lively and more mature. Although there is no spring-like vitality, it presents another wonderful color. In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset is still shining on the world, the sky is reflected in orange, and the clouds are also pale yellow. A breeze blows, maple trees "whisper", dropping a few red "cattail fans", falling into the soil and slowly disappearing, turning them into energy and nurturing the growth of a new generation. In the field, huge apples are red, persimmons are golden and shiny, and sweat is constantly scattered in the tall corn stalks. Not only people, but also ants lined up, struggling to carry winter grain, geese flew south, and the leader called gently, and the team changed shape in unison, showing a quiet and leisurely rural life everywhere.
This is my hometown, beautiful and rich. She has brought up generations of Chinese people. My affection for my hometown seems to be a kind of affection, a kind of dependence and a kind of love for my hometown, which makes me have to praise my hometown sincerely.
There is a kind of attachment. Whenever I touch it, there is a kind of complex with the same root, which grows in my heart and the affectionate voice plays quietly. That is the hometown where my soul returns. The original scenery of hometown expresses the homesickness of singer Zong Cilang. I also miss my hometown.
My hometown has beautiful scenery, which always attracts my attention.
In spring, the little girl on the peach tree blushed and opened her pink cheeks. That little pink face still smiles at you from time to time, which is very charming. Shuttling through the peach forest, surrounded by fog, always makes me feel like I am in a fairyland.
In summer, all the lotus flowers in the pond are blooming, one after another in the pond, which is very beautiful. I am not the only one who praises the lotus, but also the philosopher Zhou Dunyi of the Northern Song Dynasty. He called the lotus a "gentleman in a flower" and praised it for "emerging from the mud without being stained, making a clear wave instead of being a demon".
In autumn, chrysanthemums in my hometown are in bloom. As one of the "four gentlemen in flowers", chrysanthemum has also won the appreciation of many people. Among them, Shi Tiesheng described chrysanthemum in the article "Missing in Autumn": "Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, purple flowers are moist and deep, and they bloom in the autumn wind."
In winter, the land in my hometown is white. Snowflakes fall from the sky and are beautiful. Snowflakes fall as Xie Daowen said, "If catkins are not due to the wind." Indeed, this snowflake dances with the wind like catkins, or, as Cen Can said, "like the strong wind in spring, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees".
I will never forget the beautiful scenery of my hometown. I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time. I really miss the peach blossoms, lotus flowers, chrysanthemums and snowflakes in my hometown ... how can I not miss my hometown when I think of the beautiful scenery of these hometowns?
Homesickness excellent composition 10 Homesickness is very strong, which is the trace of homesickness. Hometown is like a mother, like a safe haven. My hometown is a part of me.
My hometown-Ankang, also known as "Golden State", is a place with mountains and waters and four distinct seasons.
Ankang is my hometown. I am familiar with everything here. There are osmanthus trees, ginkgo trees, Wenchang Road and Yucai Road. I know them very well.
The well-being of four seasons is more beautiful.
Spring blossoms, everything recovers and is full of vitality. You can smell the flowers as soon as you go out. Winter jasmine, peach blossom, gardenia, what flowers are in bloom? Everyone is rushing to take photos with these "little cutes".
Hot summer, scorching sun, healthy summer and strong climate in southern Shaanxi bring a little coolness here, which makes the passion in midsummer more gentle. In this hot season, people can show their vitality more fully.
Autumn is the most lively season, others think it is bleak and don't like it. And I think: "since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say autumn is not as good as spring." When autumn comes, everything is harvested. Farmers enjoy a bumper harvest for a year. On the street, two rows of neat osmanthus flowers stand on the street, just like soldiers guarding this great happiness. There are orange and yellow osmanthus flowers on both sides of the street, with different colors, smells and temperament. Rich orange, dignified and generous. White is light and elegant. As soon as Osmanthus fragrans bloomed, the whole city was immediately shrouded in elegant floral fragrance.
In winter, the weather is cold, but not too dry. Maple leaves fall on the street one by one, which is very beautiful. It seldom snows in winter in Ankang, but the heavy snow comes, which makes people happy and distressed. They are happy to play with snow. They are worried that the road will slip and many people will fall.
The four seasons in my hometown are always the most beautiful, and my hometown is always the warmest support. I hope you will always be healthy, and my memory of you will never change.
Nostalgic excellent composition 1 1 I have been away from home for many years, but I often dream of missing. ...
My hometown is my most unforgettable place. Although my childhood there was short, it was a golden dream, which left me many beautiful memories.
It's the Spring Festival in a blink of an eye, and every household is busy visiting relatives and friends. The firecrackers were deafening. Although I am accompanied by my family, my homesickness has not diminished. "The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan, and I always want to play it on a moonlit night. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old. "
I often think of the alley in my hometown, which is long and deep. When I was a child, I always liked to shuttle with my friends in the alley, and my laughter seemed to reverberate in my ears. In summer, young people and old people enjoy the cool at the head of the village. My sisters and I do crossword puzzles and run together. It seems that all this is right in front of us, but suddenly looking back, it has been a hundred years.
I am not a cancer, but I always like to recall the past. Some people say that this is a real disappointment in life, perhaps because I am too lonely, but in others' eyes, I am happy, but I don't know how to satisfy it. They may not understand that although the house they lived in as a child was not the best, they lived a full life with my company, my old locust tree and a clear river. When I first came to this city, I seemed to be a bird in an iron cage. I want to fly, but I can't. After a long time, my edges and corners have been smoothed, and I began to learn to adapt, because people have to learn to grow, right? Sometimes when you are tired, you will always see the shadow of your hometown, then bite the bullet and cheer up.
"No one knows its existence, only my wanderer, always thinking of it with a smile on the lonely road.
My hometown is still the most beautiful dream, and I will miss you far away forever.
Nostalgia excellent composition 12 Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Nostalgia, endless grassland, melodious Ma Touqin, cattle and sheep singing, "moo, moo", they opened the curtain of grassland morning with the beautiful rhythm of Ma Touqin.
In the morning, the little green grass on the grassland takes a bath with natural dew. Xiaohua stretched herself: "Ah! A new day has begun! " Cattle and sheep got up early, and they were thinking about how to arrange a day's trip. When everything is calm again, the sun is no stranger to a new day, and her shy face is no longer flushed. Just like a little girl who can't stand the heat, she is looking for a vast grassland with a huge wind pocket. Dewdrops on the grass are like gems embedded in jade, shining. White, yellow, red and purple, all kinds of wild flowers turn green the grassland. After a busy day, everyone started a new job ... the sun slowly went down the mountain, and the mountains and clouds in the distance became one. Flocks of cattle and sheep are grazing leisurely and moving slowly. In the distance, women are washing clothes by the river and children are playing. This is a beautiful day, at least they are not worried. Just like a picture scroll, it has the feeling of "the sky is grey and wild, the wind blows grass and the cattle and sheep are low".
Nostalgia, ah nostalgia! I should feel you with my heart when listening to you and touching you. The scenery is pleasant, birds and flowers are fragrant; Beautiful scenery. Towering green hills, I praise you; I admire you, gurgling brook; Hometown where homesickness is hard to break, I love you! I love my hometown, where I was born and raised!
Hometown will always be a magical place, pregnant with us. I love my hometown! Our family can only go back to their hometown during the Spring Festival, so let me cherish the time in my hometown more.
The air in my hometown is very fresh. Compared with the gray sky in the city, the sky in my hometown is particularly blue; Compared with the smog air in the city, the air in my hometown is particularly clean; Compared with the masks that can be seen everywhere in the city, the masks in my hometown are particularly rare ... Every time I go back to my hometown, I will try to breathe more air in my hometown, every inch of my hometown, every plant and tree in my hometown. ...
The starry sky in my hometown is beautiful. In the city, every scene is very depressing: the green clothes of the grass are covered with dust and listless; The dazzling light of the sunset has lost the foil of the clouds, which makes people feel a little monotonous; The lively little fish in the river can't be found ... let alone the starry sky. At night, the stars lost their vitality and hid early and fell asleep. No one could find them. The starry sky in my hometown is not like this: the little star seems to be beaten with chicken blood every day and shines brightly. Against the backdrop of the night, they are so bright and beautiful that people can't believe it.
People in my hometown are very kind. In the city, people are busy and come and go in a hurry. Even if they accidentally bumped into him, he would have disappeared before I apologized. But in my hometown, this will never happen. When people meet, whether they know each other or not, they will first give each other a knowing smile, then say hello and get to know each other again; If you don't know, just know ... anyway, you won't go straight.
Relaxing people's body and mind, cultivating people's sentiment and knowing the natural hometown are my best destination. I love my hometown!
Everyone loves his hometown, and it will always leave unforgettable memories. Whenever I think of my hometown, I always think of that amazing flash in the pan.
I saw many beautiful flowers when I was a child, but the epiphyllum in my hometown impressed me the most. Epiphyllum looks like a fairy flying in a colorful cloud. Unlike other flowers, it prefers to stand out at night.
It takes patience to watch a flash in the pan. In the evening, the flower bones of Epiphyllum slowly bloom, about half an hour, more than 20 petals unfold shyly, and fully bloom after three to four hours, showing people wonderful beauty. Smell it with your nose. A faint fresh fragrance is refreshing. Although it is not as rich as other flowers, it is the best flower fragrance I have ever smelled. Good things are always short-lived, but the epiphyllum withers within an hour. The price paid by the epiphyllum for this short-lived glory is a long wait and brewing, and it goes on and on.
Back in Hangzhou, although I saw many other flowers, which were more beautiful and fragrant, I always felt that there was no epiphyllum in my hometown to miss. Dad told me that the epiphyllum in my hometown was carefully cultivated by my grandparents, and that potted flower entrusted their deep affection and looked forward to our reunion. Grandparents' long thoughts will bloom like epiphyllum when we get home.
Yes, the epiphyllum in my hometown makes people want to stay. My grandparents care about me and I miss them. At this moment, I seem to smell the fragrance of my hometown epiphyllum again!
My hometown, in the distant Yanggao, my parents and I have already left my hometown, but everything in my hometown is unforgettable.
Is the hometown separated for seven years as beautiful as before?
Pastoral beauty
In memory, the fields should also grow emerald-like tender grass! Flowers have already spread all over the mountains! The most important thing is the season when migratory birds return to the north! In the field, there are those strange noises, which can always form a beautiful colorful painting with this field landscape. In autumn, the field changed into a golden dress, which became another beautiful and moving scenery. Everything in the field has caused me to think.
Beauty of streams
In winter, the thin ice on the stream melts slowly, and the rushing water flows through my hometown. Reaching out and scooping up a handful of river water, a cool feeling is really "cool" clear river water, and there are many small fish. This river is a paradise for fish. When I was a child, catching small fish with my companions was really cheerful.
Xingyuanmei
Yanggao is a place rich in "apricots and plums", with large tracts of apricots and plums. In autumn, farmers are busy harvesting these rich "grains". Sell it in the street People passing by say it's fragrant and sweet. This did not make a good harvest for the farmers who had been busy for nothing. You can try it sometime.
My hometown has beautiful scenery and rich products. Although I don't go back often, I often feel deep homesickness in my heart …