My hometown is far away.
There is a place where you will miss him when you leave, but you won't feel how beautiful he is when you are around him. That place is my hometown, that distant hometown.
I often remember when I was a child, my grandfather hugged me and told me over and over again: Son, the place where we live now is called Anfu. Why is it called Anfu? That's because when the Japanese raided, it was two miles away, so it got such an auspicious name. Happiness is our hometown! In my hometown, there is a river called Green Water River. There is also a mountain called Menggangling.
It's autumn again, a season that causes infinite sadness and sadness. My heart is like this cold autumn, with a bleak desolation. Because in a big city like Shanghai, there are endless traffic that I have never seen before; There is a chilly autumn wind that has never been experienced before; There is a kind of confusion that I have never experienced before. My hometown, has it changed? Is the scenery in my hometown still so beautiful?
Come to think of it, two years! Two years ago in autumn, I left my hometown where I was born and raised, and lived in the 13 ring road. Say goodbye to the starry sky in my hometown and come to such a metropolis with brighter lights than starlight. As soon as my heart is cold, I will get into the air-dried memory and look for tenderness in autumn:
When I was a child, I often yelled and ran with my friends on the grass by the river. The soft sunshine floated down gently, caged our pink faces and danced with our rhythm. Tired of running, we sat on the grass on the shore, took off our shoes, put our little feet into the river and shook them gently, watching the small waves on the calm river. These little water ripples lined up and ran towards us. I also extended my hand to meet them. Seeing that they were going to run to my feet, they were kept by the raft, only blown into small waves in front of us and turned away. I pouted in disappointment. Then there is a neat row in front. I was surprised to find that this time, Shuiwen put on golden clothes. I couldn't help looking up at the sun, only to find that the clouds were like cotton candy. I shouted happily:? Look at that! Look! It's cotton candy! ? We smiled and pointed to the cloud:? This is mine! That's yours! ? No, this is mine! ? We all recognized our own clouds and told them all our childhood happiness and wishes?
My hometown is far away.
? The high Xing 'an Mountains are a big forest. My family lives in the forest of Inner Mongolia, and I grew up in the embrace of mountains. Although the mountains in my hometown are not as beautiful as the Elephant Trunk Mountain in Guilin and the exquisite and handsome gardens in Suzhou, there are many wild flowers in the mountains, which are colorful and colorful. From a distance, they are like a colorful cloud, covered with hills. In Shan Ye, there is a simple earthy atmosphere everywhere.
In spring, the new green grass limps on the ground with a smile, as if talking to the dandelion's little yellow flower with its head down. Those unknown wild flowers and weeds shake their heads in the spring breeze, just like children doing exercises in the wind. After the spring rain, colorful and lovely little mushrooms emerged quietly, sometimes shaking their heads and tails, twisting their chubby little bodies, like a baby just full moon.
The most poetic is autumn. In autumn, grass and trees turn yellow, like mature wheat seedlings. Autumn wind blows bamboo leaves, leaves and maple leaves are flying all over the sky, like naughty elves. The gauze-like white clouds slowly drifted in, as if they were nostalgic for the beautiful autumn scenery in the world and unwilling to leave. In autumn and October, children in the mountains can also receive gifts from the mountains: chestnuts, pine cones, pine nuts, blueberries and ginkgo! Dashan's gifts are too rich. Quietly flowing, gurgling river water, flashing sparkling waves, like flashing thousands of bright eyes, are staring at the beautiful colors of Shan Ye in autumn.
Winter is even more beautiful. Large tracts of snowflakes fell from the dark sky. At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are covered with snow. When the snow is light, small snowflakes swirl. After a while, a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool felt, covered this vast wasteland, shining with cold and dazzling silver light.
Look! This is my hometown? A small place unknown to everyone, how beautiful its scenery is! The scenery is beautiful and simple and natural. Friend, isn't that what I said?
My hometown is far away.
Every time I think of my hometown, my whole heart floats back. Floating to the green hills, to the gorgeous flowers, to the slow stream? Ah! I am in my hometown far away.
When I was a child, I liked playing in the mountains best. It's so quiet on the mountain! There is no sound at all. Sunlight scattered from the cracks in the trees, like rolling pearls. Occasionally, a few melodious birdsongs ring in the forest, bringing infinite vitality to this mountain. It's really charming. Several friends in the same village and I have been planning to catch this kind of bird, but we have tried several times and failed. So, the sentimental Xiaoli said:? This bird is the soul of this mountain! ?
The water in the mountains is so quiet! A glimpse? Lingquan? Clear and transparent, warm in winter and cool in summer, it always seems to be endless. The thirsty man drank it all at once, but it slowly seeped out and filled the pond in the blink of an eye. The water in the mountains is so sweet! Take a sip and savor it, as if honey can always be sweet into people's hearts. Grandma told me: even small animals love to drink the spring water in this mountain! I didn't believe it, so I made an appointment with some friends to ambush in the grass. Reconnaissance Really, we just waited for a while, and then we saw a rabbit skipping. The rabbit is smart enough to take a sip and look around, but also go to bed from time to time? Reconnaissance One of my friends finally lost his temper and rushed out, and the hare ran away without a trace. I was so sad that I shouted: How did you scare it away? It hasn't drunk enough water. Or my cousin said it well: Lingquan is the milk of the mountain. ? The mountains watered by this milk are greener, and the water soaked by this milk is clearer.
There are so many scenery on the mountain! Needless to say, towering old trees and vines in deep holes, crabs in streams and mantis in grass, just weeds and flowers all over the mountains can make us ecstatic. There are colorful grass carpets everywhere on the hillside: light yellow in spring, green in summer, golden in autumn and gray in winter. All kinds of wild flowers are embroidered on blankets from time to time? Color graphics? ; And the smart stream will also cover the mountains with bright lace. The wild flowers on the mountain are really strange. Standing in the distance, I can't see anything, but I feel beautiful. I didn't know until I got closer. It was the credit of all kinds of wild flowers. Tall and short flowers, spreading on the hillside; All kinds of grass are shining on the mountain, and my heart is getting drunk.
Many times, my friends and I will roll on the soft grass and in the Woods? Run a family? . We often choose a dwarf tree in the dense forest? Building a house? Hang branches on a tree, weave a door with four hard branches, and then what? House? The floor is covered with all kinds of wild flowers. Wow! Beautiful and cool! We also brought stones as tables and stools, fresh water as wine and wild fruits as delicacies. The most unforgettable are those wild fruits with different tastes: sour and sweet olives, sweet bayberry, wild mulberry, bitter and cold Siraitia grosvenorii and so on. In retrospect, it still makes people feel that the mouth is hung with pulp and the cheeks are overflowing with fragrance.
The mountain after the rain is even more refreshing. Put on a hat, carry a basket, and lean on a stick. Let's go up the mountain to pick mushrooms together. There are many kinds of mushrooms in the mountains of my hometown, which are rich in nutrition and have extraordinary prices. As long as you are willing to spend time, leave early and go far, there are countless wild mushrooms waiting for you to pick. On the hillside, in the crevices of trees and in the dense forest, clusters of boletus, large tracts of walnuts, clusters of Dendrobium candidum and Dendrobium candidum are waiting for people to discover. Sometimes, we just need to walk around the house ten minutes before meals, and then we can pick mushrooms for a meal and drink delicious mushroom soup.
There is also a long waterfall in my hometown, which is brightly colored and pours into a big pool. The sand at the bottom is clearly discernible, how charming! Slowly, the water flowed down and merged into a gradually widening stream. There are strange rocks along the stream. Among these strange rocks, there is often a bird with a black chest and a golden back. Sometimes it sings high and sometimes it sings low. You made me forget everything?
Ah! Hometown, you gave me countless fun, caused me a lot of reverie, and left me with infinite attachment. I will never forget you? My distant hometown!
My hometown is far away.
My hometown is a small county at the foot of Qilian Mountain, where there are beautiful scenery and rich products. Trapped in Jiangnan? It is like a pearl embedded in the ancient Silk Road.
The most famous in my hometown is colorful Danxia, which is colorful, magnificent, vast expanse, full of exotic customs, steep and beautiful. There are ups and downs like earthworms, steep peaks, clusters of corals and pagodas, which are very beautiful. It is colorful, dazzling, magnificent, colorful, rare in the world and first-class in the country. This is nature's ghost axe. There is also the beautiful Dasha River, which is very clear, and the sand and stones at the bottom of the river can be clearly seen. The river is quiet, as quiet as a mirror. There are all kinds of flower beds beside the Dasha River, which are round, triangular and rectangular. There are all kinds of flowers in the flower bed, white, red, yellow and colorful. As night falls, the lights on the bridge above the Dashahe River flash, and the fountain turns into a peach heart for a while, and then a door is made from below. There are also picturesque Heihe smoke forest and Shuangquan Lake.
We are rich in products here, including apricots in May, watermelons and peaches in June and July, and sand fruits, apples and pears in August and September. In October, people's favorite red dates are ripe, like a string of red agates hanging on the branches. There are jujube trees in front of and behind the house. Some red dates are sold in cities, some are hung on houses, and some are dried and transported to processing plants for processing. Our dates are sweet and thin. If you come to Linze at this time, the hospitable people of Linze will certainly hold handfuls of red dates to make you eat enough. Our jujube is famous at home and abroad, and it tastes crisp, sweet and delicious.
My hometown is so beautiful, how can I not love my hometown?
My hometown is far away.
At the southernmost tip of the mainland, there is a beautiful red land. There is a beautiful city in this red land. Her name is Zhanjiang, which is my lovely hometown.
Zhanjiang is surrounded by the sea on three sides, with long coastline and many islands. Zhanjiang port? Big, excellent and deep? Its reputation is four times that of Rotterdam, the world's largest port, and it is now the largest port in western Guangdong and around Beibu Gulf. Zhanjiang is a big agricultural city, rich in agricultural, forestry, fishery and animal husbandry products, with southern subtropical characteristics. What are the blue coastal tourism and marine tourism resources, green ecological and agricultural tourism resources, red soil customs and historical and cultural resources? Blue-green red? Three major tourist features, weaving colorful Zhanjiang.
Zhanjiang's past has a glorious history, and its children have spotless original charm and spirit. Guided by this spirit, they created simplicity and heaviness? Leizhou civilization? , settings? Thousands of guns and blood, one inch of rivers and mountains and one inch of gold? what's up Resist the law? Advantages.
Today, the new changes and competition in the market economy are like a gust of wind, rolling up layers of waves in Zhanjiang, a calm harbor. With its unique geographical location and material resources, Zhanjiang seeks its own development path through exploration. Various large-scale foreign exchange activities have established a new image of Zhanjiang, stimulated Zhanjiang people's open consciousness, and achieved gratifying results in all work. It has become the first batch of coastal cities open to the outside world, a national first-class city, a top 50 city with comprehensive strength and a top 40 city with hard investment environment in China. Obtained successively? National Double Support Model City? 、? National greening standard city? 、? Guangdong province health city? 、? Excellent tourist city in China? And other honorary titles.
Looking ahead, Zhanjiang has a bright future. The people of Zhanjiang will seize the opportunity, persist in promoting development through reform and opening up, implement the port development strategy in depth, and give full play to Zhanjiang's port and location advantages. Vigorously expand economic cooperation at home and abroad, actively attract friends from all walks of life at home and abroad to invest in Zhanjiang and strengthen trade. * * * Build Zhanjiang into a modern international port city.
Zhanjiang is such a beautiful port city, with high-rise buildings, bauhinia in full bloom, blue sea and silver sand, coconut trees and shadows, blue sky, fresh air, tranquility, sunshine, beaches and beautiful women, as Tao Yuanming wrote? Xanadu Zhanjiang people are children of the sea. Generation after generation have struggled with the wind and waves, which has cultivated their broad minds and cultivated their hardworking, intelligent and brave spirit of the sea. They are simple and simple, just like the bright sunshine in summer; They are cheerful and optimistic, like the waves of the sea; They are kind and kind, just like the blue sky forever. Born in Zhanjiang, we should put our sincere love into the construction of beautiful Zhanjiang, and make this pearl in the south of the motherland more brilliant and charming!
My hometown is far away.
When I was a child, I liked to escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, return to my distant hometown, get close to the earth and feel the nature. Now I haven't changed, but my hometown is farther away.
Now back home, I see a straight gray road, like a sword inserted into my hometown. It feels a little dazzling. There are several low adobe houses lying on the roadside, and weeds everywhere are bleak with the wind. In the distance came the sound of Ding Ding logging and the rumble of excavators, as well as the faint moan of the river. Through a bamboo forest, there are still a few solitary bamboos swaying, vaguely singing old songs, with some sadness and memories.
Ah, this is my dream hometown?
I will never forget my hometown, because my hometown is like my mother's smile. Even if you can't touch it, you can really feel that tenderness.
When I was a child, I stepped on the green of the ground and greedily breathed the fresh breath in the bamboo forest. The bamboo pole goes straight into the sky and spreads green on each other. I am wandering in the bamboo forest of my hometown, with a green dream, determined to towards the distant.
When I was a child, I walked by the river, barefoot on the soft path, and watched the crystal dew hanging on the green rice leaves shining in the morning light. Suddenly, the rice leaves danced in the wind, shaking off the string of pearls and dripping on my heart, pregnant with my childhood dream.
At that time, the mountains in my hometown fluctuated like a landscape painting: from deep to shallow, from near to far, seemingly shallow, but it constituted a natural and beautiful picture. Nowadays, the rugged path in the mountains has been pushed into a straight road, like a straight line drawn by a ruler; Soft roads are also covered with hard stones. Looking at all this, I don't know whether I am happy or sad.
Once in my hometown, the water was crystal clear, but no one knew the source. Humming cheerful country tunes, the river jumps and flows into the distance. Once in my hometown, the water was magnificent. At the end of the cliff, the river flew down and collided with the boulder at the bottom of the cliff, splashing a piece of white fog. Under the sun, a breeze came face to face, sunny and nourishing people's hearts, attracting groups of birds to sing and dance. Now, these have become childhood memories. Where is my hometown?
Under the cliff, the bridge under construction and the gray road cut off the waterfall. Where is the picturesque river? The boulder that could not be washed away for thousands of years under the cliff is now completely broken under the iron chisel. Trucks full of longing are singing, rolling along the gray road, leaving their hometown and heading for the city? No, please don't take my hometown!
How many nights have I sung hopefully in my sleep? Don't ask me where I come from. My hometown is far away. Now I'm back home, but I'm at a loss.
Now, when I feel tired in the hustle and bustle of the city, will I still think of my hometown farther away?
My hometown is far away.
My hometown is in the countryside of Changsha, where my grandparents once lived. Every new year, we will go back to our hometown to visit our grandparents.
It was winter, and it snowed occasionally. Whenever snowflakes fall, my cousin and I will jump into the lawn in front of the door, stand in the snow, hold the snowflakes floating in front of us with our hands and watch them melt slowly.
Sometimes there is snow on the branches. Standing under the tree, a drop or two of melted snow will fall on your head and neck, cold and cold.
The most interesting place is grandpa's back hill. If the snow doesn't melt, my cousin and I will find some gadgets to bury as treasures and prepare to dig them out next year. But it never worked. Treasure? It was either stepped into the soil or picked up by others. But we will never get tired of it.
If it doesn't snow, we will go to the back hill to help grandma? Collecting firewood? Make a fire and cook. It's firewood, but it's actually weeds in the back hill. Sometimes we break some twigs. But these things didn't play much role in cooking, because weeds were not easy to burn, and most of the branches we picked were wet by snow. But even so, grandma took it with a smile, put it in the firewood and went into the stove.
Now, the old house that used to be full of laughter has been deserted. Although we will still go back, we are not as happy as before.
Mountains in my hometown, snow in my hometown, people in my hometown? Has been integrated into a strong sense of nostalgia.