Nostalgic Theme Writing, Grade One, 1
A fallen leaf is a strand of homesickness, turning memory into the eternity of hometown. The faint landscape county is an ink painting, elegant and meaningful, and the lead is washed away. Kelan county, my hometown, is a little-known small city, but I love and cherish her. She is the mother who raised me.
Her hometown has her beauty. The blue Lanyi River is endless, the majestic Xishan stands proudly, the beautiful bell and drum tower stands quietly, and the 2,783-meter Lotus Leaf Ping stands proudly. Spring is warm, summer is warm, autumn is bleak and winter is cold. The sky in my hometown is always blue and spotless. The green mountains and green waters under the blue sky are as beautiful as a clear blue amber. The sunset glow in my hometown, the dark horizon and the golden light blend together, which is natural and magnificent, and makes people feel infinitely comfortable for a time.
Her hometown is rich and colorful. There are many mushrooms in the mountains, leopards, golden eagles and other animals 160 species in the forest, and rare birds brown pheasants in the grass. My hometown is dolomite mine, where I participate in Chinese herbal medicines such as Polygonum multiflorum and precious wood such as spruce and larch. The food here is natural and healthy, and civilizations such as red kidney beans and silver plate mushrooms are well known.
Her hometown has her history. She wavered in the thousand-year wind and rain, witnessing the changes and replacement of history. From "Yan Guang" to "Lanzhou", then to "Gu Lan" and then to "Kelan", the change of her name confirmed the change of dynasties. There are hardworking people in my hometown. People here work hard, work at sunrise and rest at sunset. There are sanitation workers cleaning in the morning and hard truck drivers in the middle of the night. The transformation of' Skyworth' not only cleaned up the garbage on the road, but also eliminated the pollution in people's hearts. People's health awareness has improved, and there is no littering on the flat road. Children also know to put garbage in the trash can. The ease of sanitation workers reflects people's relaxed souls.
I love my hometown. Maybe I don't have the euphemism of Yu Guangzhong's homesickness, the grandeur of Lu You's homesickness and the continuity of Shen Congwen's homesickness, but I have my homesickness. The light homesickness of the small bridge and the flowing water is thick.
My hometown is not only the hometown where I was born and raised, but also the resting place of my soul. In her arms, I changed from green to green, grew into maturity and became old. All this has a lot to do with her. The blue river surges in my veins, roe deer and carvings dance in my heart, and pines and cypresses grow in my mind. My hometown, I can't live without her.
The winding river will merge with my deep homesickness and a heart that loves my hometown to the place where I will reach. No matter where I am, I will never forget her. I love you, my hometown!
Writing on nostalgia, the first day of the second day of junior high school.
My hometown is an ordinary town. There are some simple villagers living in this beautiful and warm town. This town also has a nice and easy-to-remember name-Jiubao.
When we entered the green reservoir in our town, we saw the clear lake. The lake is like a mirror that has just been opened, reflecting the clouds in the sky in the water. Clouds are walking around there, walking around ... it's really "half an acre of square pond is open, and there are clouds in the sky." ! Here, spring water flows slowly, and spring ripples in the blue waves, which really adds a sense of spring to this silent mountain.
When Miss Qiu's footsteps quietly came to this orchard, the fruits here scrambled to bear big and round fruits. After a gust of autumn wind, the whole orchard smells fragrant. If you feel tired after walking, just lean under the big tree, watch the yellow leaves fall one after another, listen to the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and feel the baptism of the wind.
When you come to this quaint and elegant farm yard, when the scorching sun comes here, find a "towering tree", lean under it, listen to the moving songs of cicadas blown by the wind and eat an iced watermelon. What a wonderful enjoyment!
Standing on the mountain, looking at the vast fields. Ah, look! What's that! I saw the autumn wind blowing the heavy ears of grain excitedly, setting off rows of golden lang. On the path in the field, a mountain bike is full of newly harvested crops. With a buzz, the mountain bike drove away, leaving only traces of wheels running over the land, bringing up a lot of dust. Ah! In autumn, you give your hometown beautiful Harvest figure.
Let's look at the stream next to our house. There are some naughty little fish in the stream, jumping happily and spitting bubbles from time to time! When it rains heavily, the stream rises, and the water by the stream slaps the stones on the shore, making a tinkling sound.
When the sunset kissed the western hills, the smoke rose slowly over the village, as if a girl in white gauze was dancing and graceful in the sunset.
When night fell, the whole village turned off the lights. In this silent night, listen! Cicada stopped chirping, only the wind was beating against the glass, and mosquitoes were buzzing in their ears. After a while, all the voices slowly disappeared, because we entered a sweet dream. ...
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone through the door, it was completely bright. The whole village is surrounded by sunshine. The warm sunshine shines on everyone in the village, and people are waking up little by little with the rising sun.
Ah! This is my beautiful hometown, and my heart is full of nostalgia and love for my hometown.
Writing with nostalgia as the theme, grade three.
Whenever I look up at the sky and see flying birds, I have an idea that birds can take me back to my long-lost hometown.
There is a forest farm in my hometown, which is green outside and open space inside. The grass in the open space is as soft as cotton and as slender as cow hair. My friends and I often play in it, both onlookers and performers. The onlookers watched with relish and the performance was in full swing. Have fun, play tired, lying on the grass is several times more comfortable than lying in bed. Sometimes I lie there with my head up and watch the birds in the Woods play happily; Close your eyes and listen to the birds singing heartily. Don't mention how comfortable it is!
There is a big weir pond in my hometown. The water is very green. Looking down, a big pebble stands there irregularly, wearing a slippery green hat on its head. In summer, I like to play with my friends in the weir pond, and sometimes I even jump into the water regardless of adults' obstacles. There are many small fish and lotus leaves in the weir pond. We followed the fish's footsteps and crossed one lotus leaf after another, feeling that the weir pond was like a maze. Sometimes I meet the distinguished Mr. showerhead by chance. He stabbed us as soon as he lost his temper. Although it hurts, it is also very happy. Some partners quietly enjoy the coolness of their hometown water.
Weir pond is also a good place for us to catch prawns. When the owner of the weir pond is away, we often secretly find a hidden place, put a big, round and green lotus leaf on our heads, tie a chicken intestine on the line, hook it, and the shrimp paste on the dog's nose will smell, and we will be handy at the last stay. When the owner of the weir pond came, we immediately threw the pole, took off our clothes and jumped into the water. Sometimes the owner of the courtyard pond will shout at the water. Although we were scolded, we still felt very excited!
There is also a canal in my hometown. Whenever transplanting rice, He Xiong Reservoir will release water, which is our happiest time. My friends and I kept by the canal with fishing forks, net bags, washbasins and other tools early, waiting for the small fish to slip out of the reservoir. This method of waiting for the rabbit will often have a lot of gains. Looking at the lively little fish in the washbasin, thinking about adding a meal to the adults who are busy farming at home, I feel that I am also a grown-up, let alone how proud I am.
Now, I have moved out of my hometown and don't go back often. I wonder if the forest farm is green, or is there only a stump left? I wonder if the water in the weir pond is still crystal clear or turbid. I wonder if those birds, fish and shrimps will think of me. I want birds to fly me back to my hometown, and I want the He Xiong River to take me back to my hometown.
Hometown, I miss you.
Writing with nostalgia as the theme, the first day of the fourth grade.
With the faint light, on the eve of dawn, I packed my heavy bags and got on the bus far from home before I could finish listening to my parents' nagging. Outside the window, the bright light of the day stung my eyes and shocked my heart. In this way, I watched those familiar faces gradually blur and drift away behind the car, until the car turned a corner and found that everything was clear.
In fact, there may be a lot of disappointment in my heart, but I feel no feelings along the way, like a cold-blooded animal. Without the warmth in my heart, there will be no such deep nostalgia and attachment. By the window, the simplest scenery passes by the car in front of me. I watched quietly, and all the familiarity was changed. Every grass and tree, every flower and bird, and that vast green winding road ... The repeated scenes passed again and again. Before I remembered, it had disappeared far away. Before I remembered, I had gone far.
"The little yellow flower of the story began to float from the year of birth, and the swing of childhood has been swinging with the memory until now, so Jay Chou's Sunny Days slipped into his ears, remembering the joy and childhood of his hometown, and a burst of laughter played back in his mind. I really want to go back to that small house, with you, him, many people and many things I like. That kind of happiness is the wealth of my life.
Hometown is a kind and distant word for people who travel far away. Everyone should travel at least once in his life, no matter when he comes back. The reasons for leaving may be different, but the feelings are the same. There is no more language expression. In front of relatives, heart and heart are like a layer of glass, trying to hide it, not letting the raindrops in my heart fall into my heart, or forcing a smile, or deadpan. Then, for a better future, set foot on the road of leaving home.
I often think, perhaps, this is where each of us lives, an attachment, a place where a name can warm people's hearts, and this is hometown. From ancient times to the present, wanderers' feelings for their hometown all exist and are similar. We are not afraid to travel, but we just don't give up that feeling. Only by burying deeply can we have a better tomorrow. But every time I think of it or see it, there will be a warm current flowing into our hearts, because my hometown will always be a mother with open arms and our children's eternal attachment.
Maybe we are drifting away, maybe we don't ask about the return date, but our hometown will always wait there quietly.
Writing with nostalgia as the theme, grade one, grade five.
I love my hometown and everything in my hometown.
My hometown is Ruicheng County, a descendant of Yuncheng, Shanxi. Although it is not very big, it is rich in products. We Ruicheng people are hospitable, hardworking and kind.
The longest specialty, the first is hemp chips and apples. Bite the hemp, and it is full of sweetness. Our apples are crisp and sweet, delicious and juicy.
Ruicheng's famous scenic spots include Dayudu, Yongle Palace and Shengtian Lake. These places have beautiful scenery, and my favorite is Shengtian Lake. The water of Shengtianhu Lake is like a piece of jade, dotted with several lotus leaves. Some are blooming, some are in bud, and some are half open and half closed, like a shy little girl. Ruicheng is not only beautiful, but also rich in resources.
In my hometown, people pass on love to each other. The old man fell and someone helped him up. If a child is bullied, someone will help him. Cars will give way to pedestrians, and pedestrians will not run traffic lights. Villagers and neighbors will distribute newly cooked food to everyone, and after dinner, they will sit together and chat. The students in the school help each other, unite and love each other, the class cadres treat their work seriously and responsibly, and the students will also actively participate in various activities organized by the class, so that the class is harmonious.
My hometown, Ruicheng, has good products, good resources and good people's hearts. I love my hometown! I will work hard to make progress in the future, and I can achieve something, let more people know Ruicheng, a beautiful place, and let more people appreciate our local customs.
I will work hard and make my hometown proud of me!