Nostalgic excellent composition 1 I have a very painful love for the beautiful and rich city.
Sung Hoon is surrounded by mountains and has pleasant scenery. It is a veritable "mountain city". Although Sung Hoon is small, there are many good places to go. The cool caves in Song Jialing are a good place for summer, and the "polar observation deck" on the top of the mountain is the best place to overlook Taiji City. The clean causeway in Binhe Park is the first choice for Sung Hoon people to exercise. The unique historical relics here are displayed in the Sung Hoon History Museum, telling the unique historical story here. On holidays, there are all kinds of programs in the square, which are crowded and worth seeing ... Sung Hoon is not only a good place, but also a unique scenery.
Xunhe River is not as winding as the Yellow River, but it bends just right-it forms an "S" shape, which is very similar to Taiji Bagua, so its hometown has the reputation of "Taiji City". Throughout the year, most of the ten-day rivers are green and clear, like a bronze mirror, sparkling under the sunlight, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; However, when the water level rises, the face of Xunhe River has changed greatly. The color of the river changed from green to yellow. The original crystal clear river is covered with sediment, which looks muddy, but it gives people another feeling of freedom. I can't get enough of the former and the latter
Sung Hoon is where I grew up for thirteen years. I love her wind, her rain, her mountains and her water. Here, I have printed countless footprints. I dived on the beach, caught grasshoppers in the grass and walked on the river bank again and again. In spring, flowers bloom all over the mountains, competing with each other; Grass crept out of the soil quietly, green and full of vitality. Hibernating animals will wake up, too. They should not want to miss this beautiful spring. In autumn, with the fruity wind blowing gently, Lion Head Orange, a special product of Huang Chengcheng, hangs high on the branches, making people want to pick one to eat. The corn, sweet potatoes and peanuts in the farmers' fields in the mountains are all ripe, waiting for others to harvest, and they will not bear the hard work for a year.
Sung Hoon seems to have a magic power. Whenever I am in a bad mood, when I see the scenery in Sung Hoon, all my troubles disappear; Whenever I go out to play, I will unconsciously think of her and miss her; Every time I trudge home by car, I see her name on the front sign and suck the air she gives me. I suddenly stopped feeling dizzy and looked at her standing in front of me ... yes, she just has a magic power, a magic power that can touch my heartstrings.
Ah! Sung Hoon, you are my hometown, you are my only hometown in this world, and I will love you forever!
There are several low wooden bridges by a clear river, and several bare stones are lying lazily by the river, with euphemistic insects singing in the cracks. Xiaoqiaodu is just a tour, mixed with mottled memories, deposited in the past silhouette. Oh, my hometown!
With nostalgic excitement, the traces of the past are strung together, and after the tears are blurred, they shine again. They always play gorgeous colors on the sunny land in their hearts. They are as moving as light smoke and fog, staggered and clear. ...
When the sun sets, pedestrians are in twos and threes. God, this arrogant guy seems to be shy by the attractive sunset, and his tender cheeks can't help blushing. This moment belongs to dusk and hometown.
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The quiet bridge in my hometown. Graceful posture is like a girl dancing lightly in the wind, and graceful posture is like a rainbow drinking water by the stream. The afterglow is bright, but the bridge seems to be vicissitudes and aging. Rust is the precipitation of history, and scars are the brand of years. When I went to Qiu Lai in the spring, everything changed, everything was like a passing cloud, only you-forever unchanged. The setting sun is like blood, the willows are lingering, the residual light is hidden in the water, and the microwave is sparkling; Smoke curled up in the kitchen chimney, and the breeze slowly greeted the tired birds who came home late. Fish swim happily under the bridge, and people walk happily on the bridge. At this time, the bridge was fixed into a painting by the sunset.
Flowing water
At dusk, the bridge looked so comfortable, and the red sunset dyed the river red. Whispering of fish arouses cheerful ripples, as well as bright pebbles, barefoot children playing in the water. The river hummed beautiful folk songs leisurely, as if to put on a bright red scarf for my hometown. By the river, a white-haired old man slowly packed his fishing gear and sang a little song, full of hope of harvest. At this moment, the running water was written into a song by the sunset.
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Simple and naive hometown people, poetic rhythm. The bright-eyed peasant girl, with a crisp local accent, looked forward to a beautiful smile and danced a beautiful "washing dance" with the running water. After a hard day's work, the farmers lay on the hillside at sunset, with their arms on their pillows and a handful of green bristlegrass in their hands, quietly looking at the endless rice fields, always expecting a bumper harvest in their hearts, so all the tired Hua Song laughed. Smoke from the kitchen rose slowly into the sky. At this moment, people are interpreted as a poem by the sunset.
When I look at the distant sky with high clouds and light winds; When I smell the familiar fragrance of the earth; When I hear the sweet songs of orioles in my hometown … I always think-this is my hometown! The ancient houses outlined by a brush, colorful blue bricks and green tiles, such as a mirror of Bibotan, fragrant rape flowers, hazy misty rain, the noise of frogs, and the whispering of old cows … This is my hometown!
My hometown, Xi 'an, Shaanxi? A small village in the city. Small and ordinary, but full of memories.
When I was a child, I liked to sit on a big stone in front of my house and play with cats and dogs in the village. These little creatures in the village have become friends with us and often lie beside us, quiet and comfortable. Grandma was lying on the couch rocking the cattail leaf fan, and the wind messed up her gray hair and swayed with the wind. Time slipped away quietly from her creaking cattail fan, but grandma's kind smile stood there and became an eternal scenery in my heart.
Mother always washes agate-like grapes and takes them out for grandma and me who are playing and enjoying the cool. This kind of grape is a specialty of our hometown-Hutai No.8. The crystal clear grapes are full and clustered together like naughty children. Drag one into your mouth and take a gentle bite. Sweet and sour juice flows through the teeth, overflows the tip of the tongue and hits the heart directly. This kind of grape smells delicious, tastes enjoyable and has an endless aftertaste.
That summer vacation, my uncle and I went to the fields to help grow grapes. Looking at the endless vines, there are strings of immature grapes hanging on them, like crystal lamps. I learned from my uncle about watering and fertilizing, spraying pesticides, pruning and cutting leaves. After working in the field all morning, I was so tired that my back ached and I saw stars. I kept hinting at myself: I'm exhausted. I must rest. However, I stole a look at my uncle. Although he was sweating profusely, he took care of the grapes meticulously, as seriously as his own children. Suddenly, I feel that every grape carries the earnest hope of simple farmers and embodies the love of working people for their hometown.
Since my internship in the vineyard, I like grapes even more. When it is time to eat grapes, I clamor for my mother to buy them every day; Visiting a friend's house will also bring this hometown specialty to friends to taste; I will pay attention to the information and media reports about Hutai No.8, and grapes have become a complex that I can't give up.
Now, I am studying in a different place, far away from home, and reunited with my family. In the hustle and bustle of the bustling city, I miss the pure land of my hometown and my simple relatives in my hometown. ...
Although I was born in Ningbo, I grew up in a small mountain village in Xiangshan. There are beautiful scenery and pleasant climate.
As long as I can remember, I can't get rid of the green in my mind. On the rolling hills, the bamboo sea has been rippling for many years. Birds sing in the forest, springs tinkle and bamboo leaves rustle, just like a wonderful serenade, how intoxicating.
In spring, before the bamboo shoots came out, my little uncle walked to the mountains with a hoe and a snakeskin bag on his back, standing on the morning dew. Soon, he returned with a bag full of bamboo shoots. Although the little uncle was sweating, he still smiled: "This year is a big year, less than half a day. Look at my harvest! " As soon as my uncle's voice just fell, he turned the snakeskin bag upside down, slammed it and fell heavily. One by one, the golden little bamboo shoots jumped out one by one, and the lovely appearance was indescribable. Although the individual is covered in mud, it can't completely cover up its full body and attractive aroma. Stripping off layers of golden coats, fresh and tender bamboo shoots are exposed, watery, as if squeezing water.
Grandma quickly set up a simple stove, put it in a cauldron, put the whole bamboo shoots into anhydrous cooking, cut them into slices after being cooked and cooled, put them in a bamboo plaque for three days to make dried bamboo shoots, and store them for eating in winter.
When the guests came, there was a basin of dried bamboo shoots on the dining table. Dried bamboo shoots are tender and refreshing, even a toothless grandmother can take a bite. The barbecue is fat but not greasy, and it melts in the mouth. On the New Year's Eve, there is no dried bamboo shoots barbecue on every household's table. It's always the most popular at the table. It is often not enough to fry another one after eating. It seems that the New Year's Eve is only considered after eating dried bamboo shoots.
This dried bamboo shoot is also a gift from my hometown to my friends. The child is going to work, take a bag; Relatives from afar sent a bag; Friends and relatives come to visit and carry a bag; Visit relatives and friends and bring a bag. ...
Now, I live in Ningbo, and I always receive dried bamboo shoots from my grandmother. Every time I eat dried bamboo shoots for barbecue, I will think of the green bamboo, rippling blue waves; Think of my little uncle walking on the rugged mountain road and driving home with full load; Think of the smoke curled up in grandma's yard; Think of the white dried bamboo shoots in the sun. ...
Every time I smell the smell of dried bamboo shoots, faces will emerge in front of me, and those faces will gradually become clear. They just smiled at me.
My hometown is a garden full of flowers; My hometown is a forest with the coolness of green trees; My hometown is a field that I hope to harvest. Fallen leaves always yearn for the embrace of mother earth, just as a wanderer yearns for the embrace of his hometown.
Home is changing, but homesickness will not change.
My hometown is in Guangxi, "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world" makes me proud, and the simple life of joy and hard work makes me yearn for it. There are memories of my childhood and the natural scenery I love.
In the morning, birds get up earlier than anyone else and beat the music on the top of the telephone pole. The rooster refuses to admit defeat, and has already broken his throat and sang. Farmers "smell chickens dancing" and work in the fields with their own tools. Women are busy sitting next to dried corn at home, and children are laughing and playing. As the warm sun rises, the morning time disappears.
After lunch, the children in the countryside go to play with each other. In the hot sun, children always like to play in the water by the stream. There are many rivers and streams in my hometown. Looking for small fish and shrimp under smooth pebbles, you can always catch a whole bottle. The fish in the river are so fat that they can be caught with a hook, but they should be caught without mercy. There are shrimps, too, but they are not big. Only lucky people can find a few prawns.
As the night approaches, the weather becomes cooler and cooler. Willow branches on the roadside sway with the wind, and the grass exudes the fragrance of grass. Knowing it's time to go home, the children are carrying their own fish and shrimp on their way home, ready to add another delicious meal to the table.
It's time to treat yourself after a busy day. The women are preparing in the kitchen, while others are waiting for hot meals. At this time, the smoke from the countryside became a landscape. I like the smoke in the countryside, the tranquility of the smoke rising, the simplicity of the smoke, and the misty air of the smoke. As long as you see the rising smoke and smell the smoke of firewood burning, you will have a different kind of joy in your heart.
After dinner, the old people sit around the stone bench under the old tree and play chess or go up and down. Young people have stopped to watch, but also from time to time issued a few exclamations. In this way, a simple and sufficient day passed.
In my hometown, there is no noisy and diverse music in the city, but there is a gurgling and singing stream; There are no rare animals, but there are fish and shrimp engraved with memories; There is no glitz and bustle, but there is peace filled with smoke. I love my hometown!
On the south side of the Yellow River, there is a place that haunts me. Continuous mountains, winding rivers, rushing, fertile soil nourishes hundreds of millions of creatures. This is my hometown, Henan.
I spent most of my childhood in the countryside, which is located in the north of Xinyang City, Henan Province. Surrounded by mountains, the distant mountains are green and the water is shallow. From time to time, several birds flashed their eyes and disappeared with shrill voices. Every winter and summer vacation is the time to go home and walk through expressway and dirt roads; Over the mountains and through the forest. Finally, you will see large areas of farmland, fruit trees and scattered mud tile houses.
The soil in my hometown is fertile, and there is an indescribable sureness when I step on it gently. Take a deep breath, the fragrance of grass, wheat and fruit is mixed together, touch your nose and pat your heart, and joy will come to mind. What is diffused in the air is the smell of hometown, which makes every stop and linger a pleasure. The sun shines on the river, sparkling, and from time to time, several fish jump out of the water, and their tail fins beat against the water, causing ripples in my heart.
Move to the raft, stand on it, follow the river all the way to the west, and it is our village. Grandma's family has the most flowers. When Miss Chun knocks on grandma's door, the flowers can't wait to compete for beauty. Hold your head proudly in bright colors, show your brilliance to passers-by, and be unwilling to be lonely if you are mediocre, and strive to decorate the fence and enclose the wall.
There is a big pagoda tree in front of my house. When I was a child, I liked to climb up, waving my arms at neighbors and passers-by and shouting loudly. Grandma leaned against the sofa under the tree and said angrily, "You little monkey, can't you be quiet for a while?" Eyes full of spoil. Sometimes I accidentally fall from the tree and just pat the dirt on my body. After a while, I jumped up again. At night, the moon hangs on the top of the tree, and I am still counting the stars on the tree. The breeze is blowing and the bun is blowing. I feel very comfortable and intimate. These past events pass through my mind like floating clouds, and every time I think of them, my mood lingers in my heart.
When I was a child, I was most looking forward to the market, where several villages got together to trade. At this time, our children will also take out their most precious things in exchange for what they want. Reluctant to send out and the joy of harvest are intertwined, making people feel nostalgic. Every time I think about this, my mouth will unconsciously rise and my eyes will unconsciously smile.
Busy study is like an invisible wall. On one side of the wall are books, mountains and the sea, and on the other side of the wall is a hometown full of dreams. Ah! Hometown, I don't know how many happy times you have gone through. The past is blowing in the wind, but for you, there is love to support and affection to connect.
Since we were born, there have been several invisible threads wrapped around my wrist. The most dazzling thread is affection, followed by homesickness.
When I was a child, I didn't know what nostalgia was, except that those days when I went back to my grandmother's house in Hua Kai in winter and summer vacation were the most free days. In front of the dilapidated stone house, a stream flows all the year round, and then there are uniform fields and large bamboo forests in the distance. Here, it is a paradise for me to play.
In summer, butterflies the size of palms come from time to time and fly in the unknown yellow flowers and green grass. An ancient stone bridge spans the top of the stream, connecting the fields and grandma's village. During the slack season, the adults in the village hold hands on the stone bridge in twos and threes. My brother and I catch shrimps and touch snails in the stream. Even in the hot sun, you can't beat the cool breath. Tired of playing and dirty, I walked along the stream to the vine beside the waterfall and picked some leaves. It's amazing to say that rubbing green leaves with your hands will produce foam and your hands will be clean.
When the snow is falling and firecrackers are ringing, the New Year comes. Visiting relatives and friends by car, from one mountain to another, from one village to another, vaguely calling "aunt" and "uncle" ... I didn't return to my grandmother's house until dark. The pockets of new clothes are already full of candy and red envelopes. A large family huddled in bed and watched the Spring Festival Gala. After midnight, the lights in the house dimmed.
Often the bustling villages will calm down, so I walk alone on the ridge, turn left and right, and gradually the house becomes smaller and smaller, and my eyes become a large bamboo forest. Looking back, the house is only the size of a thumb. I vaguely remember my mother once told me that the small stone house was built by her brothers and sisters with stones found in the stream in front of the door. I did, I did. ...
What a beautiful day!
However, a big fire swallowed everything mercilessly!
I returned to this land one year after the incident. The small stone house in the previous position was gone and replaced by a very modern building. Looking at the strange four-story building and the unchanging Shan Ye, I feel a sense of sadness.
The once fragrant Artemisia argyi leaves are no longer so fragrant, and there is no scene where everyone is crowded together to watch the Spring Festival Evening. The big empty house will only be lively during the Spring Festival.
The stream in front of the door, the bamboo forest, the barking of dogs from time to time in the middle of the night, and the lively frogs in the field all seem to be there, but homesickness has become an indelible miss.
I love my hometown.
Surrounded by mountains, flowing water gurgles in the mountains, sometimes singing and sometimes playing; Birds in the mountains set each other off in harmony with the running water, playing euphemistic tunes and echoing in the mountains.
In the early morning of early spring, just before dawn, I walked into the mountains, surrounded by fog, fresh air and a refreshing wind.
A red sun rises slowly from the other side of the mountain. When the first ray of sunlight hit the mountain, the fog dispersed, leaving only the crisp birds singing and the dew in the morning.
After a spring rain, the soft fog fluttered gently on the distant mountain, like a mysterious veil, covering the face of the accost, just like a fairyland.
How beautiful the morning in the early spring mountains is!
Spring passed unconsciously, and summer came.
At dawn, the rooster crows loudly to wake people up and a new day begins. In the morning, there was a puff of smoke from the kitchen chimney.
After breakfast, people begin to do their things. When adults want to work in the fields, they let their children look after the house and tell them to feed their livestock.
Towards noon, if some adults haven't come home, the children will go to the fields with a pot of cold water to find them. When they came back, the children ran home with hoes and other tools for adults to eat, eager for adults to cook for them.
After lunch, both adults and children went to take a nap, and they were quiet again. Only cicadas are still chirping on the trunk. After dinner, children from other families took adults to other people's homes to play. Later, adults used fans to drive away mosquitoes, told interesting stories of the day while eating watermelons, and children played games. The scene is very harmonious and lively.
In this way, the busy day ended in such a harmonious scene.
In a blink of an eye, autumn has arrived, and the harvest season of crops has arrived. Looking at the rice in Huang Cancan and the attractive fruits on the trees, the farmers grinned and said happily, "This year is another bumper harvest!"
Soon, it entered the last season of the year-snowy winter.
When the cold wind blows, adults and children hide in the house to keep warm and talk about their families. Suddenly, it began to snow heavily outside, and the children shouted excitedly, "It's snowing, let's go out and play!" " "
Soon, the ground, houses, trees and mountains were covered with a layer of snow-white blanket, which was beautiful. At this time, the children who ran out of the house began to play. Some people make snowmen, others have snowball fights. Even if they were hit by snowballs, they were happy.
A year passed in such a busy and happy day.
I love my hometown, so I miss the harmonious scenery and neighbors!
Nostalgic excellent composition 9 Blue sky, blue lake and green grass; Mercedes-Benz horse, white sheep, and your girl; This is my place .
My hometown is Xilin Gol Prairie, which is called "Paradise Prairie". This is a paradise, pure and beautiful, far away from the noise and pollution of modern industry, like a splash-ink landscape, which looks so natural at first glance.
Grassland is beautiful all year round, but it is the most beautiful in summer.
Xilin River winds through the grassland, like a winding glass belt, so clear. In the video, algae spread over a large area on the water. Occasionally, small fish shuttle through it and play with each other.
After the "grazing prohibition" ended, cattle, sheep and horses poured out of the fence. For a time, the green carpet was embroidered with small flowers: white, black and brown, one after another, very beautiful. Some are eating grass, some are fighting bullfights, and some are licking each other's hair. Herdsmen ride horses, motorcycles or walk slowly with sheep whips. The sky is blue, like a crystal that has just been mined. Clouds and birds are playing with each other in it. You have me and I have you.
Blue sky, white clouds, grasslands, cattle and sheep, what a summer grazing map!
"The sky is blue and the autumn grass is very fragrant. It is a paradise in my heart." On the grasslands in the north, August is already autumn. Herdsmen are busy mowing grass, wild animals are busy storing food, and radishes and potatoes are also storing nutrients in bloated underground stems. Everything is to prepare for the winter. But in August, there is also an important Mongolian festival-Nadam.
"Nadam" means entertainment and games in Mongolian. August is the season of fattening livestock, and people sing and dance to celebrate the harvest. On the fourth day of the sixth lunar month, all buses and buses stop operating and send people to the meeting place. The grass in front of the venue was crowded with spectators.
Mongolian boys are proficient in horseback riding and archery; The cheers, applause and cheers of the audience came one after another. The wrestlers ran around naked and agile, looking for opportunities to give their opponents a fatal blow; The acrobats who performed acrobatics at once were all in high spirits. Even if the scorching sun is in the sky and the earth is burning like charcoal, neither the players nor the audience shows any signs of fatigue: who is not excited in this happy season? Who is not excited?
Paradise grassland, beautiful sky, beautiful water and more beautiful people!
I love you, my home, my paradise!
My hometown is really a treasure. There are clear mountains, green water and delicious food here.
The mountain is not high, but it is continuous. The road is not steep, but there are also steep cliffs. There are not many trees, but they are also flourishing. It seems unremarkable, but it is unforgettable everywhere. Everyone likes climbing mountains, and there are always many "friends" along the way. The trees along the road are tall and strong, standing on the hillside like knights, guarding the land that raised them since childhood. There are many fruits on the tree, green, yellow and tender, which exude attractive fragrance and make people drool unconsciously.
At the foot of the mountain is a big lake. The lake is clear and cool, and a handful can make people feel relaxed and happy. When the lake is still, it looks like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, rolling mountains and scattered wooden houses on the hillside. The lake is like a crystal ball, pure as a child's heart.
The lake is surrounded by lush grass, as thick as animal hair. Flowers are dotted on the grass, just like stars in the sky, adding a playful and lovely to the grass. Children like to come here to play, or lie on the soft grass to bathe in the sun; Or chasing butterflies in the breeze; Or carefully selected, with flowers and plants to form a beautiful wreath.
This is not only a paradise for children, but also a good place for the elderly to relax and entertain. This lake seems to be a natural place for raising fish. When passing by the lake, you can often see fat fish swimming and playing under the clear water, making the lake ripple and sparkling. The old people found a place to sit by the lake. Sometimes they looked at the fish in the water, and sometimes they watched the children play without realizing the passage of time.
The sunset on the horizon shows its final gesture. When the lake is dyed bright red, leisurely people will accompany them back to their homes.
Food in my hometown is also rare. Sweet and sour bayberry and mulberry are full and rich. No matter who you visit, you can always get a warm reception. A dish of sugar peanuts, a piece of fruit and a pot of tea bring a happy time.
Walking on the mountain road in my hometown can make people feel happy and forget their troubles; Looking at the lake in my hometown can clear my heart and set my mind at ease; Eating the delicious food in my hometown makes my appetite open and I want to swallow my tongue. My hometown is unique and irreplaceable. Things in my hometown will always be the pure land in my heart, and I will always remember this beautiful place.
1 1 In the early morning, there were waves of clear birdsong in the valley, and the rising sun set a little light. The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds, and many peach trees are combined with the earth like waves.
My sister went out to pick peach blossoms in the morning, only to see her walk to the peach trees, wearing a plain robe. Under the peach tree, it seems that people and trees are integrated.
She raised her hand to pick a peach blossom, which flooded her hand. Peach blossom fell into her bamboo basket. It was already evening when it was finished, and at this time, the clouds had surrounded the mountainside.
My sister began to walk back, gradually progressing from a floating "peach blossom" until she saw that crisp face.
The next morning, she carried a bamboo basket full of peach blossoms, gently put it on the water tank, grabbed one from it and put it in the water tank, and repeated it several times. She washed it gently with water and rubbed it gently with her hand. Finally, put them all in a small jar. Osmanthus fragrans is white and pink, like a girl's cheek. Osmanthus fragrans becomes cleaner under the washing of clear water. Take out some boulders, put them on the fire, and put peach blossoms on them so that they won't burn. After laying, heat it with charcoal below. Put it aside to cool after burning.
Then take out a small jar full of peach blossoms. Take out the pestle, put some flowers in the earthenware basin, stir gently in the basin with the pestle, pour the original petals into a big bowl, and pour the human milk into the bowl. White milk with purple flower liquid is so beautiful. Then add lotus root starch, stir well, and finally add a small bowl of rock sugar powder, bake it on the stove, bake it into a bowl of jade paste like white jade, and put it in a small basin to cool.
Put the last can of peach blossoms in a glass jar. Adding honey, sealing the jar, and fermenting.
You can collect the cool peach tea leaves and carefully put them into the jar one by one with a clip.
At this time, it began to snow outside, and snow was everywhere on the trees and houses. Peach blossoms are particularly fresh against the snow. Moonlight on the house makes the trees more charming.
Take out the cool Osmanthus Jelly, cut it open with a knife, sprinkle a pinch of peach blossom, and it will fall like a peach blossom flying in the air.
Tea boiled with peach blossom tea leaves is also drinkable. A bowl of tea, a few peach cakes and a jar of honey made a small dessert.
Peach blossom cake bears my feelings for the countryside, and I love my hometown best.