Composition about hometown 1 When I was a child, I always looked forward to snow. Making snowmen and having snowball fights are my hobbies. In my eyes, snow is as interesting as Chinese New Year.
I still remember that when I was four years old, the heavy snow didn't arrive, which really worried me. I sat on the marble by the window and looked at the colorful streets, the endless stream of cars and people coming and going. I sighed, "alas! Some other time! " As soon as my voice fell, my mother shouted, "Duan Ran, dinner!" "I slowly moved away from the window and came to the table. I said weakly, "Mom, what to eat today?" "Today is your favorite chicken wings and stewed cabbage fans. How about it? " "Not bad." I said. After I finished eating quickly, I heard laughter outside. I looked back, ah! It snowed, and I jumped three feet for joy. I put on my clothes and ran out the door. My mother shouted behind me, "Don't move, be careful. "I can't hear, and ran away. Look at the snowy ground outside, as if a long blanket had been laid, as solemn as welcoming an ambassador from afar. I played for a long time that night until my mother told me to go home.
When I came to Shenzhen, I never saw snow again. I always miss the snow in my hometown. I really want to go back to my hometown to have a look, even if it's just a look.
Now it's winter again, and there is snow in my hometown. The children had a good time, and laughter could be heard everywhere. Alas! I really miss my hometown.
Many people think autumn is bleak, but autumn in my hometown is full of poetry and colorful. It's not as cold as autumn in the north, and it will soon be winter. Autumn in my hometown is very warm, blowing warm autumn wind. The sun shines warmly on the face. Like a mother's hand touching you. My hometown is really a treasure!
Autumn in my hometown is red. On the hillside, maple leaves are red, printed on the clear stream, making the whole stream red, and the breeze is blowing, causing ripples. Apples are ripe and red, flirting with the autumn sunshine.
Autumn in my hometown is yellow, the sunshine is pale yellow, the leaves are dark yellow and the fields are golden. In the sun, autumn leaves play in the trees; Then, like a butterfly with golden wings, it rushed at its mother, the earth. It is full of the gestation of winter, the bud of spring and the prosperity of summer. Sailing. The golden ears of wheat are heavy, glowing with golden light in the bright sunshine, dancing with the wind and setting off layers of golden waves.
How can poetic autumn be without autumn rain and autumn wind? Autumn rain is bright, thin, long, thin and full of warmth. It embodies all the beauty, including the gentleness of light rain, the tenacity of heavy rain, the warmth of spring rain and the elegance of winter rain! You see it falls gracefully on the green water, and the round ripples spread dreamily from the inside out. Looking at this elite rain, how peaceful my heart is! The autumn wind gently awakened the sleeping chrysanthemum, so it's time to get up. Chrysanthemum in order to thank the autumn wind, gave it a faint fragrance. The faint fragrance makes osmanthus blossom, releasing bursts of fragrance, mixing with the faint fragrance, and brewing in the autumn wind and autumn rain.
In autumn in my hometown, the weather is as cool as water. There are slight white clouds in the sky and waves on the water. Between Tianshui and Tianshui, it is full of color and poetry. Warm sunshine, with thick fragrance and sweet breath. Autumn water and maple leaves kiss unreal. Autumn rain is rustling and the mountains are playing with clouds. The water is playing with the fish, with an autumn wind and autumn colors, which are colors and poems.
About Hometown Composition 3 Hometown is just around the corner, but it is also out of reach; It's far away, but within reach. The so-called hometown, the hometown of the deceased ...
Dongfengfang kite
The wind in my hometown is particularly comfortable. Even the purple flowers blown by the wind are like a unique famous painting; This kind of wind is natural, blowing from behind, just like being in a sea of flowers, and the air is full of the fragrance of unknown flowers; The wind in my hometown is different. Why do you say that? Because the wind not only smells of grass, earth and flowers, but also the most familiar smell of home! I still remember when I was a child, flying kites on Dashiping with my grandmother, picking tea on the top of the mountain, and being on the mountain with black sheep, all in this gust. ...
Liushuirao village
The flowing water in my hometown, the stream in my hometown and the clear spring in my hometown are the sweetest and sweetest. Have you ever noticed the stream in front of your house? Clear water slaps the mossy stones, splashing waves, and three or five black and white geese swim around, dizzy and rippling. It's a stream of memories. I don't know how many memories I have, probably as many as running water. Back then, a man went to the west alone to catch shrimp, and he stepped into the water and fell into the mud. I can remember the scene clearly. I don't know how many years have passed, and the stream of that year has become an indispensable part of my memory, whether it exists or not.
Green trees surround the farm.
Green mountains and green waters are the mountains of my hometown. The mountains in my hometown will always be green and will never turn yellow. Even in winter, no matter the grass on the roadside or the century-old tree, it is still full of vitality, and even the surface is frozen. Flowers are quietly blooming in the Gobi, and a ray of sunshine shines on the dirt road. The little sparrow flies to the branches for a while, flies to the blue sky for a while, and keeps singing, as if it were a hymn of nature. Take a walk with my mother, remove the ice from the leaves, sing a winter song, dance a winter dance and throw yourself into the arms of the winter mountain. Every click of the camera is a picture of memory and will be treasured forever.
The song of the wind, the song of the water and the rhyme of the mountains all depict the hometown that has gone far away; That's the beauty of "thousands of miles of birds singing green and reflecting red", that's the quietness of "holding the village in Qingjiang River", and that's just the sadness of "missing thousands of miles in my hometown tonight"!
About Hometown Composition 4 The rain is hazy, under the eaves, looking up, it is the narrow tile eaves dripping with continuous rain; I want to reach out and hold my hand, but my palm is wet with gentle rain and dew. My wet hands are cold, but I have the courage to miss them for a long time. It was in the vast distance outside the rain curtain, which made me willing to let my hands get wet by the rain. Be prepared for the rain in your hometown at this time!
Unconsciously, I have walked out of my hometown for thousands of days and nights, and then I look at the increasingly heavy backpack behind me, only to find that my hometown has been squeezed to the bottom, and the thin homesickness has risen in this misty rain, forming a long flute, which deeply reminds me!
Rain moistens wrinkled memories through the cracks of years. In the memory of the banyan tree, a string of sadness remained at the top of the tree.
I seem to see that in the muddy lane in the rain, we are more delighted to step on deep and shallow footprints, always splashing wet local soil on our bodies to join our mother's nagging. Now I know that a string of innocence has infiltrated into the ground and brewed into memories in my heart.
Dense countryside, dense banyan trees, when the leaves of banyan trees are sleeping quietly in the drizzle, we all carefully pick one and plant it in front of each house, thinking that maybe it will be a small banyan tree full of crystal after the rain tomorrow. At that time, it may have been neglected. At the same time of planting banyan leaves, it also planted naive childlike innocence.
My hometown selflessly nourishes my youth, but I don't know how to look back or how to feel. I am chasing my dream in a colorful city, depressed and degenerate ... Maybe, I will come back with scars in the future, even the only thing left in my bag is this thin miss!
Wandering in a foreign land because of dreams, running around day and night, even if it is thousands of miles away, as long as it is drizzling, the dusty heart will still be washed away in the thoughts of hometown. No matter how beautiful your hometown is, the complex you forged is far less profound than your hometown. Drifting or drifting, hometown will always be hometown!
Looking at the vast distance, I don't know when the line of sight becomes blurred, and there is always a heartstring that is gently plucked. I hope it will rain longer.
About Hometown Composition 5 Spring breeze blows, everything is full of vitality; The summer wind is blowing and the park is full of flowers; Autumn wind blows, and the ground is golden; The winter wind is blowing, and the earth is wrapped in silver; Moreover, the wind is blowing in New China, and great changes have taken place in my hometown! If you want to ask what the new Chinese style has left, please listen to me in detail.
In the long river of my memory, my hometown is getting better and better year by year, and every household has embarked on the road to a well-off life. Straight, spacious and clean asphalt roads seem to indicate that people's living standards are just like roads, and good times will last forever; The newly-built floors also seem to indicate that people's lives are like sesame blossoms-higher and higher! There are refrigerators, computers, LCD TVs, electric cars, motorcycles and other household appliances. This was unimaginable in previous years. Do you think this standard of living can't be improved? At this time, you may ask, has the living standard improved and the national quality improved? Now let me help you answer!
Clean asphalt roads, buildings running towards a well-off life, this is no longer a silent talk to people, people's understanding has improved. There will be new people in the new era, and new people will have new fashions. With the new fashion, it marks a big step forward for people. People have raised their awareness of environmental protection, opened a small garden at their doorstep, and planted seeds and watered them in spring. In summer, the doorway is like a world of butterflies and flowers, colorful and charming! What's more, in order to combine work and rest and learn agricultural knowledge, people built a village Committee in the brigade. This building has a library, a gymnasium, a computer room, a conference hall and many places for people to study. During the festival, the village will organize festivals, singing, dancing and performing skits, as well as traditional dragon and lion dances. People can entertain themselves together and exchange feelings between neighbors. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?
Forgot the old dirt road and ushered in a new expressway; Forget the old low-rise adobe houses, welcome new buildings, forget the old people and welcome new people. Times are changing, and so is my hometown!
I love my hometown, I love everything in my hometown, and I love every brick and tile in my hometown. Although I can't express endless love for my hometown, I firmly believe that the future of my hometown will be better and brighter! I wish my hometown better and better!
About Hometown Composition 6 I love my hometown, I love charming autumn, and I love my hometown in autumn even more.
Autumn has come, the sky in my hometown has become so blue and the air has become so fresh. Falling leaves are flying in the air, as if a group of people are welcoming autumn and welcoming the rich harvest in autumn.
In the fields of my hometown, Brother Corn showed a big white tooth in the autumn wind. Brother Gao Liang dyed his hair red in the autumn wind; Uncle Peanut closed his eyes on the ground covered with fallen leaves and colorful clothes given by the autumn wind girl. Aunt sesame trembled in the autumn wind, like a string of firecrackers about to be set off; Sister Mian danced her waist freely, and the cotton peaches on her body were like white clouds. Many farmers also work hard in the fields. Some drive harvesters and gallop in the fields; Some are planing sweet potatoes, planing smiles and surprises; Others are drying corn in the village square, and the joy of car after car is transported to the farmer's market. In autumn, the good news of harvest reached every household.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and my orchard gave off bursts of fragrance. You see, Apple blushes like a shy girl. Pomegranate opened its mouth like a red lantern hanging upside down on a branch; Pears in Huang Chengcheng seem to be whispering together; Oranges are also hanging high on the branches, like shiny little lights.
Autumn is the season when chrysanthemums bloom. In the neighbor's garden, all kinds of chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow. Some are like curly hair on a little girl's head; Others are like holiday fireworks.
I love autumn, and I love autumn in my hometown more.
My hometown is Shilian Town, Suichang County. The scenery there is like a beautiful picture.
Spring in my hometown is very charming. The spring rain is like a wisp, weaving an endless green carpet, and the whole earth is green. The air is filled with rain and fog, and beads of rain string into a curtain, covering everything like clouds. Happy little swallow wears it everywhere, trying to cut the rain curtain with its tail … Oh, spring rain! You are Miss Chun's faithful messenger. You followed Miss Chun to the earth, and the earth was full of vitality, emitting a burst of fragrance of flowers and earth, which was refreshing. I feel like a drop of spring rain.
Summer in my hometown is so charming. When the sun goes down, the orange sunset glow burns in the west. The stream was also dyed red by this light. Whenever a row of waves surges, the glow reflected on the stream is red and bright, just like pieces of burning flames, flashing, rolling and disappearing ... while the row behind it shines and rolls forward. Ah! Summer night in my hometown makes me happy and intoxicated. Looking at the beautiful scenery in my hometown, I feel extremely happy.
The orchard in my hometown in autumn is really beautiful! As soon as I entered the orchard, the smell came to my nose and was intoxicating. The lush branches are covered with all kinds of fruits. Some like to show off themselves, grow in the most conspicuous places and show others what they have; Some are shy and cover themselves with branches and leaves for fear of being discovered by others; The others laughed from ear to ear. Farmer's uncle is busy picking and transporting. This beautiful orchard is full of emotion and praise.
Although winter in my hometown is not as charming as spring, I like winter best. When winter comes, I sit at home and stare at the tenacious and dazzling Chimonanthus praecox through the fuzzy window, as if I smell the rich fragrance, which is fascinating. Through the fragrance of wintersweet, I seem to smell the breath of spring. If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
This is my hometown, which not only has intoxicating charm, but also has a strong flavor of life. You're ready to act! Then why hesitate? Come to my hometown as soon as possible!
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.
My hometown is in Anlong, a famous dragon city. Now people call it Dragon City, the Dutch capital. Enjoy the reputation of "ten miles of lotus fragrance". The whole town of Lianhua is surrounded by mountains. From west to east, a wide avenue runs through the city until it reaches the lotus pond.
Every late spring and early summer, I always want to take a trip to the lotus pond in my spare time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the lotus.
At the entrance of the lotus pond stands a tall archway engraved with several glittering Chinese characters-Zhao Di Lotus. Crossing the archway and stepping on the embankment, you can see all kinds of lotus flowers, with no end in sight. Enter the pool, climb the pontoon bridge and enjoy the variety of lotus flowers. There are white ones and pink ones, surrounded by green leaves. Some just emerged from the water, hiding under the lotus leaves like shy little girls, some budding like girls in flower season, and some blooming like fairies among flowers. Sitting quietly in the pavilion, a fragrance came to the nose under the breeze. A graceful lotus flower seems to be dancing and graceful. Occasionally, a few dragonflies stop on the bud of the lotus flower and touch its beauty. It's really "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and there were dragonflies standing on it". Although growing in the sludge, it is spotless and can be called a "gentleman in flowers".
Boarded the lookout pavilion, a large area of green, like a sea of lotus flowers, during which blooming lotus flowers adorn it, which is beautiful and green all the way to the sea and lake. A gust of wind blew, and the sea turned into waves, layered and spectacular.
Lotus is not only appreciated by people, but also edible. Its fruit lotus seeds can be stewed; Its root lotus root can be made into delicious dishes, and now it has been processed into lotus root powder, which has become a major feature of hometown and sold well all over the country.
In recent years, the county government has attached great importance to it and invested a lot of money to make the lotus pond more beautiful and attract many tourists. Anyone who travels here will always linger, be fascinated by this beautiful group of incense and indulge in this pleasant lotus fragrance. No wonder a tourist said, "I still lament that all flowers are beautiful, and it is even more intoxicating to look at shame lotus."
My hometown is full of beautiful scenery, especially the blooming lotus flowers!
About Hometown Composition 10 It's too late to organize dreams and get rid of summer. Autumn has come and come in a hurry.
I remember the story of Xia also happened in this autumn. Xia, a lively and willful spice girl. I clearly heard the quarrel coming from her room that night. She is cursing her stepmother. Stepmother speechless, for a long time, still speechless. But people's endurance is limited. In the face of Xia's attack, Dad shouted "Pa!" A palm was printed on Xia's face and she left home. Memories brought Xia to the pavilion again.
Stepmother is still standing there. She knew that her slap was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire in the summer hatred for her.
The night in early autumn was a little cold, but in summer I stayed in the gazebo and couldn't find a reason to go back, so I curled up and hid in that corner.
She chased out, wearing only a thin dress. The wind whipped her and the moon was not very bright. She ran fast, but the stones on the road pointed at her intentionally or unintentionally. Halfway through, she fell and broke. By the time she got to the gazebo, Xia had already left.
Disappointed, she shuttled through the autumn wind, and the fallen leaves floated on her head like butterflies and fell from her eyebrows. She was confused and kept blaming herself. ...
When I got home, I saw Xia. When Xia came back, she was covered in mud. Xia couldn't help crying any longer. She threw herself into her arms and called for her mother. The woman was in tears.
Summer has passed, and the hot and pungent shell has become golden and mature autumn. Autumn is beautiful, and fallen leaves seem to be a kind of elaborate decoration. Autumn in my hometown is beautiful and exquisite. Although there is no green ornament, there is a golden coat. Autumn in my hometown is really beautiful.
About Hometown Composition 1 1 Falling in love with a city is probably because someone you love lives here.
I also fell in love with a city, a small town in the hinterland of the central plains of the motherland, quietly hiding in the most inconspicuous corner of the territory of the motherland, no one cares, and few people know. But it is also this city, which depicts my young and ignorant dream. It is as small as a town, but it is the most beautiful fairy tale in my heart. When I was babbling, I didn't know the meaning of home, but on the night I left home, I missed that small city. I never even want to leave it, as if there would be a long-lost warmth in his arms. The sense of security in that home is her greatest temptation to me. Only here can I feel at ease.
The town is not big, even small enough to ride a rusty old bicycle, and it only takes 20 minutes to cross the city. There are many people in the town, but they are no strangers to each other. Life in a small town is made at sunrise and rests at sunset, which is a bit unreasonable. This is the case in a small town, which exists in an era of rapid development, but lives leisurely, unhurried and unhurried. Just like in a star in another dimension. But it is this serenity that carries every beautiful dream of small-town people. Time will not grow old, nor will a small town grow old. Perhaps in the years of cleansing, it will gradually vicissitudes of life, gradually gaunt in the dust, but it will always be young in my heart and will not change.
I fell in love with a city, probably because the city I love lives there. Its name is hometown (or home). The years are quiet and good, and the years are just right. My town is still young. Town, you and I still have a long way to go.
About Hometown Composition 12 Since Grandpa built a beam and a house in his hometown, the days of living in his hometown have been much longer.
When my father was a teenager, my grandfather took him to the city. One person works and the other studies. Now, the roles have changed to my father and me, the tasks have changed to accompanying students and "mixing grades", and "going to the city" has changed to "renting a house" and moving. The family spends less and less time with the elderly. He said, "I should go back ..."
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I followed my father back to my hometown. In their eyes, nothing seems to have changed-cooperatives, old primary schools, neighbors ... Grandpa and an old man with a rustic smell are talking with rusty iron gates, not to meet greetings, but to give their hearts to each other easily. I can see the constant smile on their faces. Climbing up the mountain with my father, I found that everything in my hometown is the same, from the roof of the mud tile house to the loess path, from the rough wooden cart in the strong man's hand to the clothes on the children. Elders can find everything they once had by memory. I suddenly had the illusion that the village remained the same, waiting for my grandfather to come back.
There is evidence, and people can be heard shouting, "Hey, Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi are back!" " "It seems that thirty years of separation is as short as going to school, leaving home and coming home from school. Go to Zhulin and Yang Shulin. My father took me everywhere like a child. In his eyes, the position and even the height of each tree have not changed. When I stood in front of the mound and closed my eyes, I seemed to see some gods, turning into kind old people, holding my chin in meditation, as if waiting for something. Wait for what?
The undead are the most reliable watchdog in the village. The village is like an ordinary country mother. Watching the fledgling bird leave the nest angrily, I don't know whether I am happy or worried. Do housework, sew, clean the mattress and make children's cotton-padded jackets by impression every day. I don't know which day, the tired wanderer suddenly came home and found that nothing had changed, and both mother and son were in tears.
Hope is waiting. However, time is still there, and people's white hair and temples are irreparable, and generation after generation will eventually go away. I was born and raised in the city, and I am just a passer-by in this so-called "hometown". The flood of machines and reinforced concrete will eventually drown everything.
Maybe not. Whether what I see is an illusion or not, I am willing to wait, wait. ...
About Hometown Composition 13 For so many years, I watched the sunset, remembered my hometown, and remembered my former home.
This city has nothing to do with beauty or nobility, but after many years, I believe it will remain in my memory for a long time because it is my hometown.
Yes, Rochelle, this incident has impressed me so deeply that my feelings are numb. This city is not neat, in my eyes, it is dirty and chaotic, and even on some occasions, it behaves more like a market, and it cannot last forever; However, after all, some people have lived here and taken root, and the market has become a city. Here, some people are happy with their fate, while others are in a hurry. Some people say that Luoshe is like a post he passed by, not a home, like my grandfather. He has only been here a few times, and then he flies into the sky with the breeze and drizzle. Now, I'm afraid he can only watch his lovely granddaughter play in this "hometown" that has only stayed for a few years.
I remember writing a nostalgic article to Rochelle, and now I think it may be too melodramatic. Are there really so many things worth remembering? But in front of Rochelle, she was so young and her walls were mottled. What does this mean? When you look carefully, the so-called ancient is only a few decades, and time has only changed its appearance a little. I stupidly followed the lyrics and laughed at God. There are still many people explaining the history of this city, but I have learned to laugh it off. Fragments of time are scattered out of sight, buried or abandoned. How does history begin?
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
The summer before last, I left Los Angeles and started my study in a distant place. I lost the qualification to tell the story of this city, but I know that I am not the first and will not be the last. Here, more people will join in. It's late at night in a foreign land, and I'm alone Occasionally, I will miss this young and noisy city, the noisy streets, the wheat fields in the suburbs, and many …
After all, there are good and bad families, right?
About Hometown Composition 14 "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home will be how bright!" . Whenever I recite Li Bai's poems, I can't help thinking of my hometown. Yes, in a blink of an eye, it has been more than 20 years since I left my hometown. It's time to go back and see.
I came to my hometown through just visiting. Ah! The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown and the flowers and plants in my hometown are all so kind and warm. The running water of the river is still so clear. Running water is like a fairy playing beautiful music. Some children are looking for small fish, shrimp and crabs by the stream. Sometimes, some naughty boys chase me and run by the stream. I can't help but think of the scene of that year. The old gutter in my hometown has now turned into a beautiful garden with colorful flowers in full bloom. These flowers are nodding and smiling at my distant friends. "Hey, is that Yue Yue?" A kind call interrupted my memories of the past, and I looked up, ah! So my mother came to pick me up. I threw myself into my mother's arms like a child and held her hand for a long time. Mother said, "no, I'm afraid you can't find your way home." Yesterday and today, you have run for more than a dozen times. " Hearing this, I couldn't help crying. I was very surprised when I walked into the village. Is this the village I remember? The small house with gray tiles and earth walls has become a high-rise building, and colorful flowers are still blooming on both sides of the narrow village road. The whole village is full of flowers, which is intoxicating. Mom pointed out that this is Building 4 and that is Building 5. ...
After a while, we came to Building 6, my mother said. "Look, we're home." . I just woke up from a dream. If my mother hadn't come to pick me up, I'm afraid I really couldn't find my way home! At home, the whole family talked and laughed and had a happy evening. Deep homesickness pervades in all directions again.
About Hometown Composition 15 Hometown is so backward and a little shabby. But my hometown, you gave birth to me and raised me. How could I not like you? I love you so much.
I grew up in the countryside, and the hillside in my hometown is my playground. The mountain in my hometown is small, but it is enough for me to climb for half a day. The bamboo forests there grow thick and tall, as if they were about to touch the clouds in the sky. Stand on the top of the mountain and have a look. The rice fields are near the village. The rice produced in the farmland is white and fat, and the cooked rice is soft and delicious.
My hometown stores the happiness of my childhood. When I returned to my hometown again, I found that my hometown had changed. Many old and simple houses have been abandoned in my hometown, and those beautiful houses are particularly imposing. My childhood playground was dug up and the rice fields were deserted. This is not the hometown I remember.
I feel like crying. Are those trees, those memories gone? How I wish my hometown in memory would exist forever! When I walked to my grandmother's door, I was very happy to find that my grandmother's house was still the same as before. I muttered, "No, no, no, it's all gone." Grandma listened and asked me, "What hasn't disappeared? What's wrong with you? " I said, "Our family hasn't changed, the rice we grow hasn't changed, the vegetables we grow haven't changed …" Grandma just shook her head.
Hometown, I think, you have your difficulties, and I don't blame your change. Your road has widened, but the wheels have brought noise and hurt your health; Your house is getting taller, but the cement is so cold, and steel bars will hurt your skin ... I love your old one, it is so unpretentious, so pure and peaceful.
I miss my hometown. In that summer, I looked up and expected to see the bright starry sky, insects chirping and frogs chirping.