But it always lingers in the dream, making people unconsciously feel familiar. Being in a vast China, it is inevitable that you will have a strong interest in other places besides yourself.
Jiangnan people, accustomed to drizzle, naturally want to experience the vastness of the desert. Cold northerners, tired of the beauty of ice and snow, naturally want to try the tenderness of small bridges and flowing water.
People with bigger hearts will daydream about their romantic, mysterious or passionate foreign lands and then lament their limitations. So these areas often appear in my mind, making people unconsciously familiar.
I have imagined such a place, let's call it a mixed domain, which is a mixed domain of all dreams. The city center is full of bustling streets and squares.
What is left between the blue sky and white clouds is the trace of a pigeon flying over. People who are in a hurry are busy with their lives, but there are many smiles on their faces.
The green space is surrounded by high-rise buildings, as if covered with a green coat. The street is shrouded in a warm atmosphere, and there is a place to rest on the street, which allows people to release their hearts in the warm sunshine and in a lazy afternoon.
There are parks, parks with large green areas. Babbling children hobbled by.
The warm sunshine mixed with the smell of grass climbed out of the cracks in the leaves. Occasionally, a few bright kites will appear, adding some luster to the slightly lonely sky.
Moreover, it is best not to have independent apartments, preferably quadrangles or several shared small buildings. Life here is more interesting, because there are laughter and arguments.
The old people carefully cultivated the flowers and plants in the hospital. Children also have close contact with nature.
Old people only walk in the small yard after dinner, and the pressure of the day is probably reduced a lot. Moreover, it is not an anxious road outside the house. Even if the road is wide, there should be dense shade.
That kind of green and blue sky has a fresh taste when mixed together. These are cities and suburbs. Of course, there must be small bridges and flowing water.
Maybe it's more like Zhouzhuang without commercial flavor. The figure of the rower is reflected in the reflection of the sunset, rippling with the soft waves.
Years seem to be fascinated by this scene and slow down. The so-called hard things that pushed us forward also disappeared at this time.
At this time, the hope is the bluestone brushed by running water, and it is the cuiwa of the quaint hut. You can watch the sunrise and sunset without scruple and walk day and night. It is best to have dense jungles and gentle beaches.
Gold and blue have become the most beautiful colors between water and the sky. Dry sand slides across the skin, which is pleasant.
Those that have been soaked by seawater will give people warm surprises. For the jungle, it is best to be colorful to exude charm.
Roads covered with maple leaves, towering trees and branches swaying in the wind are all essential. It would be better if there were terraces winding, and there were several layers of beauty between the green water and the green hills.
Such a place, no matter what season, is full of flavor. Spring is full.
Summer, cool. Autumn, naturally.
Winter, warm. No matter when, it is quite attractive.
During the day, the weather is warm. Night, quiet.
"Ke" kissing "Ke" love also teaches people how not to dream about it and not to be familiar with it. .
I am familiar with the local composition. I once read an article called "There is no scenery in a familiar place". Of course, the content is the same as the title, mainly saying that "happiness always exists in the process of pursuit. When you go far away, there is no scenery in the familiar place."
But I don't think so. Of course, "pursuit" is necessary, but you don't have to go to a strange place. Familiar places also have scenery. Isn't there an old saying: "Review the past and learn new things"? Why "review your past"? How to "know the new"? Isn't it clear that there are scenery in familiar places? I remember that as soon as I learned that article, I disagreed with it. My friend argued with me (he supported me), but he focused on the "scenery".
We want to see the scenery, but there are new scenery in familiar places. There used to be a saying, I have seen a thing many times, and every time I find it, it is different.
In this case, even in familiar places, there will be new scenery every time. We need to dig deep into a thing to understand its different meaning every time, instead of rushing to the next site just by seeing the surface.
Familiar places have scenery, which is a youthful vigor, a persistent spirit and a driving force to challenge familiarity. In life, it is not easy to keep this feeling for a long time.
Especially when we have made some achievements, it is easy to have the idea of rushing to the next site. But the connotation of a thing is as deep as the sea, which cannot be broken once or twice, just as the natural scenery is endless; The cause of mankind has no apex.
I want to say to myself and my friends: Why is there no end to knowledge? Career has no apex? The scenery is infinite? Because they are unfathomable. Yes, happiness always exists in the process of pursuit, and there are also happiness and pursuit in familiar places.
I am most familiar with the local composition. Everyone has his own familiar place. The place I am most familiar with is the garden in our community.
The garden in our community is very beautiful, with different charming scenery all year round. In spring, the whole garden is surrounded by green, and there are just sprouting green grass everywhere. Flowers open beautiful smiling faces, as if to tell people something. The original dry branches also showed new green.
In summer, the small garden has become a good place for people to enjoy the cool in the summer. We children play all kinds of games under the tree. Adults drink tea and play chess on the stone table. In the evening, it has become an entertainment center for the elderly in the community. They spontaneously danced in the open space of the garden, watching the flower fans in their hands flying up and down, like a group of butterflies playing in the garden. Seeing their bright smiles, we children can't help learning to dance. In autumn, the color of the small garden is golden, and the flowers, grass and trees turn yellow. We will collect all kinds of leaves as specimens, and everyone will be very happy.
In winter, the small garden is slowly covered with snowflakes and becomes a white world. We can make a snowman and have a snowball fight, and children can play with each other in the snow. Everyone's face is red with cold, and their hearts are full of happiness. This is my most familiar place and my favorite place. I hope you can come and see it sometime and share your happiness with me.
4. Write a composition in my hometown (or a familiar place). As we all know, hometown is our ancestral home. I think everyone will have a different understanding of hometown. My hometown is beautiful. Wherever we go, no matter how beautiful and rich it is, we will feel that our hometown is the most beautiful. I remember a song that said, "How I want to go back to my hometown, to him …" When I was growing up, there was an example of how I wanted to go back to my hometown. That was when I was in fourth grade. It was summer vacation at that time, and everyone wanted to go outside and come back, and I was no exception. At that time, my grandmother moved to Shenzhen to live. I heard that Shenzhen is very prosperous, and it's nice to live in a tall building. I listened to what they said and couldn't wait. It happens that my father works in Shenzhen. I want to take this opportunity to talk to my mother about whether I can go. I told my mother about it, and she seems to want me to go this time. When I said it, she readily agreed. I'm glad that everyone who lives in the countryside will want to go to the city. My mother asked me to go with a girl next door. My sister next door was going on a business trip, so I went with her.
Wow, it's too noisy. The most beautiful place I have ever seen. I should have come earlier! Dad took me to grandma's house, looked at their clothes and looked at my own clothes. This is a different world. They are all looking at me ... they have lived here for more than ten days and were very happy when they first came. Now, I begin to miss my hometown, I miss everything in my hometown, and my sister, brother and mother ... I want to go back. My mother called several times and I was crying. I miss my classmates and friends, and the days go by day. When I first started school, I asked my father that I would go back to my hometown. I look forward to going back early every day, and finally at my rigid request, my father took me back.
What a familiar feeling-hometown, warm home, beautiful flowers and trees, hardworking farmers and lively children. This is our hometown, full of joy and laughter. I have returned to my hometown. Although the city is more prosperous than our hometown, I like my hometown. If someone asks me about my ideal, I will say study hard and make contributions to my hometown when I grow up. I believe our hometown will be more beautiful in the future. What about you? How is your hometown? I think you love your hometown as much as I do.
5. The most familiar place Composition The most familiar place Time flies and the years pass.
It seems that in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a naive child to a mature and sensible middle school student. Day after day, year after year, so eight years, eight years passed in this familiar and cordial place.
Time is too cruel, and it will take away all the beauty. There is still more than a year, just more than a year, I will leave, leave this place.
I live a repetitive life in this place every day, but every day is different and wonderful. Day after day, year after year, as always.
It has gradually become a habit to see the most familiar people and the same scenery every day. Habit is not terrible, the most terrible thing is to suddenly change a habit.
I don't know what will happen to me when everything familiar around me disappears. The place where the composition is written is that place. It is neither too big nor too small, but it has infinite power.
It is that place that bears the dreams and expectations of many people. And there are countless stories about me and our big family.
This is a warm place. In its embrace, we left too many traces and footprints, step by step, bit by bit. Here, we laugh, we cry, we try, we try.
It is like our growth record, collecting all the ups and downs in our growth process. There are really too many memories there ... remember? That classroom; Do you remember? Trees outside the window; Do you remember? The flagpole standing there and the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.
Will all this be forgotten? The trees there, the teaching building there and the playground there have not changed, but we have. It is because of its nourishment that we can grow.
There are countless gratitude in my heart, but I don't know how to express it. Thank you for everything there, thank you for everyone.
Those who share our joys and sorrows. An ordinary blackboard in the classroom, if devoted to many people's lifelong efforts, will become a bright lamp, illuminating the whole classroom and the life of everyone sitting in the classroom.
An ordinary piece of chalk, if poured into many people's hearts, will become a magic pen, which depicts the future journey of everyone sitting in the classroom. This so-called many people, they are the most ordinary but not ordinary people, that is, teachers.
In that place, they are the most fundamental foundation, and their efforts have brought us glory. It's like building a building. If the foundation is not laid, the building will have no support and will collapse sooner or later.
It is there that a group of people who are not afraid of hardship and fatigue will show the greatness and glory of that place. That familiar and unfamiliar, warm and kind place has condensed countless essences and all the emotions in the world.
Sometimes my eyes get wet when I think about it. It seems that everything there is drifting away and becoming blurred in my sight. Everything there has deep feelings for me, and the laughter there is probably a memory that I will never erase.
Those people, those things, those feelings in that place are all in my heart and I can't let them go. We still remember it years later.
At this moment, I want to say loudly: "there is our alma mater and there is our home."
6. Write a composition according to the place you are most familiar with. Anyone who has read my composition must know that there are many people in my family. I haven't written my brother yet, but neither has my father. I'd better write to my brother first.
My brother is a humorous person. Every time he is unhappy, he will say that he is happy. In the eyes of others, he is such a person, but in my opinion, he is a cold-blooded animal and strict with me. He is also very stingy, but he is generous to me. In fact, my brother suffered a lot when he was a child. My family is poor, my sister studies well, my brother is naughty, and I haven't been to school for several years, but I'm not that illiterate. My brother has a lot of quality. When he grew up, he started his own company and got a wife. I feel estranged from my brother. All the above is about my brother. When I grow up, my brother is not interested in his former brother. My brother is a person who loves to laugh. When he was in Dalian, he came back once every few months and brought me a lot of things every time. But I remember once she bought a can of chewing gum and I found him eating it. He said it was peanuts. I believe I took one myself, but why doesn't it smell good? My brother said he didn't eat long enough, but the next day I saw him eating gum, and he denied it. How naughty my brother is! Sometimes I play with my brother to grab toys. I cry every time he wins, but my brother won't get angry and will buy me candied beans to eat. I used to think my brother was so kind. With my brother around, I will have endless candied beans.
But now my brother is very mean to me. Scold me if I don't do well in the exam, and there are more and more social activities. But after scolding, it will still comfort me. Now I understand that this should be the love my brother gave me.
7. Write a composition of about 600 words on the topic of "There are landscapes in familiar places". Some people say that familiar places also have scenery, and familiar places have no scenery.
I told you, familiar places also have scenery. It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because the understanding of the word "scenery" is one-sided.
Some people always regard unfamiliar scenery as scenery, but the common scenery is not scenery, so the familiar solitary pine leaning on the cliff, willow tips brushing the shore, dragonflies and geese sweeping the air are not scenery in his eyes. People born in mountainous areas always yearn for the grandeur of the sea and the vastness of the plains, thinking that there are scenery there, because it is a strange place.
There is no scenery in a familiar place, which is a question of our understanding of the scenery, not a question of no scenery. It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because the understanding of scenery is too superficial, and only natural scenery is regarded as scenery, while the people who make up the scenery are ignored.
The old mother knitted a sweater for her son in the dim light at midnight; The white-haired old father stood at the entrance of the village, looking forward to the return of distant children; A young wife who takes care of the children at home and leans against the door to miss her husband who works in a foreign land, aren't these beautiful and moving scenery? It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because the beauty of familiar places cannot be found. Russell said that there is no beauty in life, but there is a lack of eyes to find beauty.
You see what Tao Yuanming wrote: "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely, and the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning." Is this scenery beautiful? Of course it's beautiful.
However, for rural people, chrysanthemum, who hasn't seen it? Fence, who is not familiar with it? There is no Nanshan in your hometown, but there should be Dongshan or Xishan; Birds are more common, but why do many of us always complain that there is no scenery in familiar places? Tao Yuanming, a poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, discovered beauty from a familiar place because of his eyes for discovering beauty, leaving us with extremely beautiful poems. It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because there is not enough love for life.
Tao Yuanming is tired of officialdom and loves rural life. So in his eyes, more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. "
Such a beautiful scenery. If we love life, care about others and be grateful to society, we will find that farmers plow fields, workers make steel, teachers attend classes and police stand guard, all of which are beautiful scenery.
Familiar places also have scenery, morning dew, ah, another foggy day. The fog in my hometown is not so thick and beautiful as the fog in Emei Mountain, nor so strange and unpredictable as the fog in Huangshan Mountain, but what I appreciate most is the fog in my hometown.
My hometown is at the foot of Huiji Mountain, among the mountains. There are many mountains. The fog here has its unique charm. The fog in my hometown is beautiful and simple.
Is it as white as Xue Rui? It didn't. The white is slightly gray and the white is blue, which is much better than the white snow.
Yes, the dense fog sleeps between the green hills and the beautiful waters, drawing the aura of vegetation in the mountains. Don't dress up more beautifully? This kind of white fog is only found in the countryside, and it is difficult for any painter to adjust it. The fog in my hometown is natural and sincere. I really want to hold it in my hand, even in my arms, dye it on drawing paper and enjoy it from time to time. The fog in my hometown is deep and pure, not as oily as the fog in the city.
It's cute. Although pedestrians can only hear voices a few steps apart, they can't see people. Breathe a little fog and be cool. We went to school with our schoolbags on our backs, and the fog floated on my forehead and kissed me. I can't avoid it. This affectionate woman, have you exaggerated your enthusiasm and hospitality? Looking around, it's foggy.
Maybe some people will feel depressed and can't see the rolling peaks and lush bamboo, but I don't care. The dense fog is changing, turning into a cool breeze for a while, and turning into a small dewdrop for a while, sticking to my hair tips and eyelashes.
I close my eyes gently, and the cool feeling makes people relaxed and happy. After the baptism of fog, there seems to be tears in my eyes. The fog in my hometown is so soft.
As tough as white clouds, the scissors keep pulling. Gently spread it on the grass. The grass really loves Sister Wu and sucks the sweet juice heartily.
The sun rises and the fog dissipates. A red sun hung high in the air, and mountains, peaks and trees gradually appeared in outline. The mountains and rivers washed by fog are full of vitality.
The dying dead wood seems to be nourished and has a free and easy life. The fog in my hometown is kind and warm. I love the fog in my hometown. It's really memorable.
Comments: It is more appropriate to describe this article with "exquisiteness": First, the structure is exquisite. The article begins with the unique charm of white, thick, changeable and soft fog, and ends with "I really miss it", which is neat and neat. Second, the use of beautiful and neat short sentences makes this article more suitable for reciting. After reciting these words over and over again, I feel like a fog with a soul. In a distant but loud cry, the sleeping town yawned and rubbed its sleepy eyes, and gradually woke up.
A busy and comfortable day in the city has begun! I put on my schoolbag and crept downstairs for fear of waking my sleeping neighbor. Grandma downstairs is still burning her coal stove.
Grandma gently fanned the fan with a cattail leaf fan, and the smoke suddenly came out, making a gentle arc in the air, and then turning around the old crooked neck tree three times before reluctantly dispersing. "Hey, little darling, so early.
There will be an exam today, right? Be careful, you will do well in the exam! "Grandma smiled when she saw me. Her wrinkled face smiled more and more like a blooming chrysanthemum, and even her cuffs, trouser legs and elbows were wrinkled. "Be careful, don't choke! "Grandma's cattail leaf fan, which has been used for decades, brushed away the smoke, and I walked in the fresh air.
Grandma's coal stove and cattail leaf fan are a fresh scenery. In the distance, I saw the iron gate open.
That mottled iron gate is a loyal guard. Time has left a mark on it mercilessly, but it still unswervingly guards the safety of residents.
The old janitor is sitting under the crooked neck tree drinking tea. That familiar teapot should be bigger than me. Green tea leaves turned around and danced a soft and light waltz, overflowing with refreshing fragrance.
8. Composition: A familiar place is about 600 words. I live in Jiexiu, my hometown, where I was born and raised. I have a special feeling for it.
There are many beautiful places in Jiexiu. The place I am most familiar with is Beitan Park. The scenery of Beitan Park is very beautiful.
As soon as I entered the park, the tall stone pagoda came into view. There are thousands of holes in the tower, in which one Buddha statue after another is molded and bells are hung. When the wind blows, the bell rings, just like playing a beautiful tune. Welcome to visit. Then we went deep, surrounded by green bushes, and from time to time came the "singing" of birds, which was very nice.
The soil exudes a faint fragrance, and the flowers are comparable to each other in different colors of flower skirts, which makes you feel comfortable and pleasing to the eye. Walking, the surrounding bushes disappeared, and a wide artificial lake appeared in front of you.
In winter, the lake freezes and fish hide and seek in the depths of the water. At this time, there is a beautiful lake as jade. In spring, the ice and snow melt, the lake is clear and transparent, and the fish jump out of the water from time to time, as if cheering: "Spring is coming!" " "The willows around are like an elegant girl combing her long hair in front of the mirror, showing a beautiful spring scenery.
Not far from the artificial lake, there is a beautiful rockery. After climbing up, you will see a small pavilion with many exquisite patterns carved on it. I saw a few people sitting in the pavilion chatting, looking very relaxed.
Birds and flowers are singing and flowers are blooming around the pavilion. In autumn, some yellow leaves fall like a golden carpet; In summer, trees cover the pavilion. Although the sun is scorching, it is extremely cool there. People sit here and feel a kind of peace that has never been seen before.
What a beautiful place! I often go there to feel the beautiful scenery. Quiet and beautiful as a fairy mirror.
In my opinion, it is far better than other places. This is Beitan Park, which is my most familiar place and my favorite place.
I hope the landlord will adopt it.
9. The familiar local composition is still so familiar here! -inscription time is passing, and we have grown up.
When I came to this familiar place again, countless memories came to my mind. Memories surround me. Those times make people miss this path, which is the only way for me to go to school and leave school.
Remember, at that time, I skipped home. I can't forget it. I can't forget it. It's the only way to the canteen.
As soon as my mother gave her pocket money, she plunged into buying those "junk food". "You know what? Aunt canteen still knows me! My mouth is squeaky, but it must be completely eliminated before going home, and the debris between my teeth must be removed.
Otherwise, mom will definitely find out. That park is the one I have visited the most and the one I am most familiar with.
Familiar with every grass and tree there, every amusement facility there, and everything there. Perhaps, because I often go there, I have deep feelings for this park.
Listen to the sound of the river quietly every time; Every time I stare blankly at the players; I always enjoy this wonderful thing. But now, the once clear river has become a dirty and smelly river with dead fish, and the amusement facilities are even more dilapidated.
Here, it is no longer as beautiful as before. How many youth symphonies have been written on this basketball court; How many legends of young people have been interpreted; How many young people sweat.
Although I am just an outsider, whenever I pass by, I will cast an adoring look. Perhaps, they are good role models, learning role models, they have a unique light, have their own tomorrow.
These are just the deepest memories, and there are many, many, many more. Everything here will have feelings and memories. Because I used to love this place.
10. The place I am most familiar with, time flies and the years pass.
It seems that in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a naive child to a mature and sensible middle school student. Day after day, year after year, so eight years, eight years passed in this familiar and cordial place.
Time is too cruel, and it will take away all the beauty. There is still more than a year, just more than a year, I will leave, leave this place.
I live a repetitive life in this place every day, but every day is different and wonderful. Day after day, year after year, as always.
It has gradually become a habit to see the most familiar people and the same scenery every day. Habit is not terrible, the most terrible thing is to suddenly change a habit.
I don't know what will happen to me when everything familiar around me disappears. That place, that place, neither too big nor too small, has infinite power.
It is that place that bears the dreams and expectations of many people. And there are countless stories about me and our big family.
This is a warm place. In its embrace, we left too many traces and footprints, step by step, bit by bit. Here, we laugh, we cry, we try, we try.
It is like our growth record, collecting all the ups and downs in our growth process. There are really too many memories there.
Do you remember? That classroom; Do you remember? Trees outside the window; Do you remember? The flagpole standing there and the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.
Will all this be forgotten? The trees there, the teaching building there and the playground there have not changed, but we have. It is because of its nourishment that we can grow.
There are countless gratitude in my heart, but I don't know how to express it. Thank you for everything there, thank you for everyone.
Those who share our joys and sorrows.