Poetry about the taste of hometown.

1. Zongzi has a thousand-year flavor of hometown, an ancient poem, Dragon Boat Festival.

Author: Zhang Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Small three jade full of nectar, arm HongLing knot, dark injury. Moman meets Yi Chujie and dreams of leaving Xiaoxiang.

Dragon Boat Festival

Author: Hu Zhonggong Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Painting ge vertically and horizontally, colorful silk is new when fighting. On this day every year, everyone is drunk. How many people can wake up?

Dragon Boat Festival

Author: Chen Mi Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Rain quenches the calamus sword, and clouds melt the millet silk. Time scares the boss, but frugality makes the children happy. A thousand years of hatred, a day of thinking. There is nothing ugly about Artemisia selengensis, so when it is used.

Dragon Boat Festival

Author: Pu Shoubi Dynasty: Song Dynasty

The temples have gone, and the lotus leaves turn to the water bank. Although there is a song in front of the Philip Burkart building, there is no one beside the evil stream. Don't hate your son, and talk to ghosts and gods. The pot is full of turbid wine, the fisherman laughs, and the gulls and herons on the river meet each other.

Dragon Boat Festival

Author: Okra Dynasty: Song Dynasty

The chaos in the world meets the Dragon Boat Festival, which is sad and sad. Empty leaves are green, and there is no millet covered with gold. The snake valley is a bone, and the aojiang river is absolutely ancient. Think of the day before yesterday, sadness is deeper than the waves.

2. Literary books describe the flavor of the hometown of American literature.

Time slips away day by day in the rotation of the earth, and unconsciously the year is getting closer and closer. But I don't feel anything, I can't smell it at all, because the heavy pressure of survival has turned me into a robot, and I don't seem to feel anything around me. Only when I saw passers-by dragging big bags and small bags on the road did I suddenly remember that it was time to go home and reunite with my relatives. However, the hardships on the way home during the Spring Festival made me daunting. This is not to say that my city is far away from my hometown, but the crowds who go home for the New Year by car and the soaring ticket prices make me flinch.

Firecrackers in my hometown except in my later years; Firecrackers have become the zero point to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. In my taste, the thick firecrackers are the annual flavor of my hometown! Every year after 0: 00 on New Year's Eve, firecrackers to welcome the New Year will come and go until dawn. Listen to firecrackers; Smell the smell of firecrackers; I remember that when I was a child, I was very naughty and would always get up and jump at dawn. Then I picked up a lot of unburned guns and played with my own guns happily! In my opinion today, this game is making fun of my own life. I don't even take a breath after thinking about it, but fortunately, God blessed me at that time-but I had a good time when I was young.

When I was young, I liked Chinese New Year, not only because it smelled of firecrackers. More importantly, there are new clothes to wear and lucky money to take during the Spring Festival. In that era when the economy was not rich, a new suit; A few cents of lucky money; It is so precious to me. Smell the smell of new clothes; The taste of lucky money in my hand is also the taste of the year in my perception! During the Spring Festival, although most of the lucky money is given to my parents, I can only keep a little, but I am always tortured to drink Jianlibao or pineapple beer. So; Apart from new clothes and lucky money, the rest are snacks.

The annual flavor of hometown is not only the red firecrackers paper in front of every household, but also the newly posted Spring Festival couplets. The content of each pair of Spring Festival couplets reveals the host's thoughts or expectations for the coming year, either explicitly or implicitly! Once upon a time, Spring Festival couplets highlighting civil rights were also given a certain political color, long live XXX; Be loyal to sb. Always using something like so-and-so became the taste of Spring Festival couplets in my hometown. The evolution of Spring Festival couplets reflects the transition of the country from class struggle to economic construction, and it is also a microcosm of the country's respect for civil rights. Every small step of the country is a big step for individual citizens! Looking forward to the taste of the year in my hometown is not only the smell of firecrackers and Spring Festival couplets, but also the smell of democracy!

Will you go home for the Spring Festival? The mood is very tangled, in this era when everything is rising and only wages are low. I worked hard to earn a few dollars all year round. In addition to honoring all the "immortals" on weekdays, there is not much left after I have to rob the iron boss at the end of the year. Alas! Have money and no money to go home for the New Year! I packed my bags and squeezed into the rolling home crowd, at this moment; Hometown is getting closer and closer, year; It's getting closer and closer, and the taste of hometown is getting closer and closer! (Rushell)

3. The taste of my hometown 10 The taste of my hometown 10 My parents and I have been away from home for almost ten years, and we are going back to our hometown for the Spring Festival this year.

The rich flavor of the year in my hometown has always made me unforgettable. On the morning of New Year's Eve, my father is putting up Spring Festival couplets.

Spring Festival couplets in rural areas are mostly written by villagers, with ink fragrance. Some couplets are improvised. Nowadays, most Spring Festival couplets in cities are printed in batches by printing houses and posted on doors. Although it looks good, it always feels a little old-fashioned, stereotyped and featureless. In the morning, my father, grandfather and my family went to worship our ancestors and walked across the muddy ridge. Here we are at last. We burn money together and kowtow to our ancestors together. My father said to me, "Son, no matter where you go, you will come back every year to worship your ancestors."

I don't quite understand what my father said, but I think my father wants me to get ahead in whatever I do, and I can't forget my ancestors and roots. In the evening, I saw a lot of dishes in the kitchen and asked my grandmother, "Grandma, why do you cook so many dishes?" Can't you eat for a few days? "Grandma said with a smile," Because there is a custom, you can't use a knife from grade one to grade three. As long as you do all the dishes at night, firecrackers and household hygiene will not be cleaned until the third day. "

I nodded, and soon the smell of wine, steamed bread and jiaozi filled every household, and the taste of the year in my hometown was really unique. What I like better is that in my hometown, firecrackers begin to crack at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month.

The neighbor's dolls, kicking their feet, holding hemp seeds in their hands, throwing guns and pulling them, with different patterns, are louder and lower, and you can smell the faint smoke when you open your nose. With the smoke getting stronger and stronger, the year is getting closer and closer, especially on New Year's Eve, firecrackers will ring almost all night, and firecrackers will last until after the fifteenth day of the first month.

Yes, "firecrackers sound like a year old", there is no firecrackers. Is this still called Chinese New Year? It turns out that my parents took their families to their hometown for the New Year, not for anything else, but to relive the long-lost taste of the year. In fact, this city is not without its flavor.

The overwhelming advertisements for New Year's Eve, the high-rise buildings decorated with lights, the splendid Spring Festival party, the piles of greeting cards received, the ringing phone, thousands of New Year greetings, all kinds of e-mails, the sumptuous New Year's Eve in the hotel, and the men and women all over the street are all full of flavor. But Zhou Junhong's 900 words haunt me, thinking about the flavor of my hometown day and night. Zhou Junhong, Class 5 (8) of Foreign Language Primary School affiliated to Shanghai Normal University Address:No. Guyang North Road 1355, Songjiang District, Shanghai Postal Code: 20162 > The flavor of the year in my hometown is 900 words, a strong flavor of the year, a strong homesickness composition _500 words, a strong nostalgia "Yi family, children and grandchildren are prosperous.

Welcome the prosperous times and aim high. In the morning, Meng Yue killed pigs and sheep.

Brothers of the same race, get together. I stew beef tendon, and I fill sheep intestines.

Six-year-olds, singing and dancing. One-year-old man also entered his field.

Drinking can't be enjoyable. Children and grandchildren are full of happiness. "(This is a poem written by an old captain at home at a dinner party in the village on the third day of the Lunar New Year yesterday! It was meaningful, so I wrote it down. Yesterday was another lively day. People in LG Village cooked a sumptuous dinner! Celebrate the second brothers' reunion festival during the 20 12 Spring Festival.

As the daughter-in-law of Xiadeng Village, I'm going home to be a photographer, hehe! I remember last year was also the third day of the lunar new year, and killing cattle and sheep was successfully held for the first time! Memories are very lively. The villagers also held many activities, such as playing basketball, balloon volleyball, chess, table tennis and tug-of-war, but it rained in Mao Mao before this year's festival, so it could not be carried out. Although these activities are missing this year, dragon and lion dances and Cantonese opera are invited to perform in the village! This Spring Festival is also a different kind of excitement! Hey, hey, watch the camera with me and feel happy! The weather was fine yesterday.

The weather is sunny and sunny, and good weather brings people a good mood! Back at the entrance to the village, a string of red lanterns hung on the big banyan tree! Red lanterns are hung with a strong "flavor of the year"! Looking forward to, looking forward to, the footsteps of 2008 are approaching, and the school has begun to have a holiday. This year, we went to my grandmother's house for the Spring Festival, where the flavor of the year is strong. Every household hangs red lanterns, puts up Spring Festival couplets, buys new year's goods, buys new clothes, buys firecrackers and fireworks ... everyone is very busy.

This new year's goods should be bought in advance. Ten days before the Chinese New Year, every household was busy steaming steamed buns, making cakes, making cakes and making tofu ... Grandma was also busy making various preparations for the New Year. A pig from my grandparents' house weighed 300 Jin. Grandpa invited the master to help me slaughter it. Walking in the street, there are festive scenes everywhere. Pedestrians are in high spirits, and shops on the roadside are also very lively. Some people rush home for the New Year with big bags and small bags.

On New Year's Eve, every family is the busiest. Early in the morning, every family is busy cooking, because today they are going to burn paper for their ancestors to commemorate them. I am also busy posting Spring Festival couplets and blessings. Generally, it must be done before noon.

In the evening, every family is brightly lit and beaming, and the whole family gets together, eating all kinds of delicious food, drinking wine, toasting each other, talking and laughing, and having fun. Then set off firecrackers and fireworks, and the night sky became a gorgeous garden in the interweaving of firecrackers and fireworks. Looking at these beautiful fireworks, I danced in the yard, and my grandparents were very happy.

At eight o'clock, everyone began to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts also prepared red envelopes for my little brother and me, saying they were lucky money. Ah! The flavor of hometown is reunion, warmth, happiness and joy! I love my hometown, and I love the taste of my hometown more! Year-old composition _ 700 words after Laba, with a strong year-old flavor.

Every household began to buy new year's goods: new clothes, firecrackers, couplets ... everyone was busy. Children are most looking forward to the New Year. Not only can they put on new clothes and get red envelopes, but what excites them more is that in the new year, no matter how embarrassed and noisy they are, their parents will not blame them, and they can make plans together after the new year.

Before the 30th anniversary, the streets were full of the flavor of the year-red lanterns hung all over the market, jubilant Spring Festival couplets and upside-down blessings were posted at the door of the store, and when you walked into a family, it was still full of the flavor of the year.

4. The annual taste of studying in my hometown. Analyze this question to examine the summary of the paragraph content. The annual flavor of the third and seventh paragraphs is given in the title, which can be summarized according to the content of the third paragraph.

A: The steamed bread smells like jiaozi.

8. Analyze this question to examine the understanding of word meaning. Combined with the context, the meaning of the word is inferred according to the content and meaning of the sentence where the word is located and the sentences before and after it.

Answer: (1) The newly steamed steamed steamed bread has a strong fragrance.

(2) The sound of chopping stuffing, the smell of meat stuffing, the smell of sesame oil and the spicy taste of onion, ginger and garlic cooperate with each other to write a strong flavor of the year.

9. Analyze this question to examine the understanding of the role of paragraphs. The ending paragraph usually makes the finishing point and highlights the center. Answer: It cannot be deleted. The contrast between the taste of the city and the taste of my hometown highlights my nostalgia for my hometown and deepens the center.

10. Analyze this question to examine the author's grasp of emotion. Combined with the annual flavor of the article, I realized the author's longing for his hometown.

A: It expresses the author's nostalgia for his hometown and his love for his hometown people and folk customs.

1 1. Analyze this problem to examine the ability to use language. According to my own understanding of the taste of the year, I use a rhetorical device to write a paragraph to express the taste of the year.

Answer (for example): What is the flavor of the year? The taste of the year is the joyful atmosphere of family reunion, the taste of the year is a cup of hard liquor to honor the elders, the taste of the year is the laughter of watching the Spring Festival Evening, and the taste of the year is to paste Spring Festival couplets.

The poem "Happy Chinese New Year" tells that the Chinese New Year (tomorrow) didn't ask for meeting, only asked for meeting, and that famous paper came to our home.

I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty. "You Xinzheng" (Ming) is full of wind and frost, and the weather in Gankun is harmonious; Adding the New Year brings old mountains and rivers in spring.

Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old; Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed at Baiyun. "It's New Year's Eve" (Qing Dynasty) Huang Jingren was smiling and worried, but the people standing quietly on the bridge didn't know it, and looked at it like a moon for a long time.

"Fengcheng New Year's Speech" (Qing) Cha Qiao cut a win and tried Silla, and painted the prize money as a moth; Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20. "China-Japan New Year's Day" (Qing) Kong Xiaoshu's white hair is endless, and the old-age stove is sleepless.

Cut the candles and dry the midnight wine, and spent all the money to buy spring money. Listen to the childlike innocence of burning firecrackers and see the change of peach blossom characters.

Add a plum blossom to the drum horn to celebrate the New Year in Lian Xiao. "Looking at the Flower Market in the Spring Festival" Lin Maijie met to see the flower market, but it was like a gallery; Bundled potted plants are lined up, and the grass plants are woody and fragrant.

All night, the lights are bright and the songs are fascinating. It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful. "Yuan Ri" (Song) Wang Anshi firecrackers at the age of one, sent warm; Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

In Yuan Yu Lou Chun (Song Dynasty), the lotus flower leaked in one year, and the wine in Bijing Tu Su sank. Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.

Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves. Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.

Except for the dark night, Bai Juyi is easily ill, seldom sleeps, is not old-fashioned, senile and full of emotion, and is approaching spring. When the fire needle lights are on, there will be sixty people with flat heads.

Except at night, Bai Juyi sat down at night and slept until midnight. I will come to see you on Sunday as soon as I go to the country.

When you get old, you will get old. Spring will throw you into Kitano. Xunyang will come sooner or later, and tomorrow will be three years.

In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi had a lot of thoughts except the night, and he never returned to the end of the world. Old people are new, but illness reduces old glory.

Hometown is still a souvenir, and fame and fortune have been lost. In the forty-nine years of the Ming dynasty, it is necessary to turn over the past.

In addition to the night, Tang Cao Song's residual wax is exhausted, and the east wind should gradually smell. How much is it per night? I want to share it when I am two years old.

Call when it's dark, and spring blossoms. In the Ming Dynasty, I held a wine at a distance and wished Yao Jun first.

In addition to the night outside the river, all the courtyards in Tang dynasty are shining on the balcony, which is always a reminder of youth. In the middle of the night, the wax was blown away by the wind, and the horn sounded the fifth spring.

I'd rather have no good birds thinking about flowers and hairs than fish frozen. No one can drink to wish Zhao Hui a smooth transition.

In addition to seeing the bronze dragon send the spring at night, Tang did not hesitate to drink a hundred glasses of wine. Yin's sideburns technical secondary school is going to turn white, which urges Erbiao even more.

In addition to the night, there is also a festival to celebrate Du Huaitang by lighting candles to welcome the new year. The atmosphere in winter loves arrows, and spring is waiting for chickens to crow.

Smell the lid of the pot and you will see a fight in the dark. It will also be a trillion years old, Jiucheng.

Except at night, the hair dryer is needed at four o'clock in the morning. Cold light burns short meat, and the sound of painting horns has been reported in spring.

Tomorrow will be the guest of the past year, and yesterday was a teenager. The new positive definite number decreases with the years, but the floating world should be updated every hundred times.

In addition to staying up all night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up all night alone, and the customer turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

In addition to the Tang Dynasty, it is closely related to each other, and it is a long night of lovesickness. Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again.

Except for the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin was poor and poor, so he paid homage to Xinfang. This winter is the best, and tomorrow is another long year.

The ice disappears in the mirror water, and the plum is scattered in the wind. This feast has a happy ending, so we wait for the dawn.

In addition to Tang's "Nine Winter and Thirty Nights", cold and warmth are separated. By the time I got to the fourth watch, I was already one year old.

Fish lights delay fire, animals carbonize spring ash. Di Qing should be old by now, welcome new times.

Coupled with the official calendar of Luo Yin in the Tang Dynasty, the village was full of vigor and self-indulgence. Hate cold and warmth, fear the old and cherish the disabled.

As time goes by, KouRong is still uneven. Children don't know anything, singing until dawn.

In addition to the night, Meng Haoran, who was pregnant with the Tang Dynasty, wanted to urge the other party at five o'clock and pushed it back. The residual lamp in the tent went out and the aroma in the stove turned to ashes.

Gradually, I saw the lotus pillow forced by spring and suddenly felt that the bamboo cup was cold. Every family should not lie down, and only when they miss each other can they have dreams.

Except at night, Xu Xuan's cold light doesn't light up, he doesn't see him off, he doesn't welcome guests, and he doesn't bully him. The past is accompanied by the past, and the spring breeze is the best way to understand old instruments.

It is difficult to drink before you are old, and you envy your children more. If you give a confidant in the Ming Dynasty, you must write last year's poem.

Except at night, Tang Xue can have fun, and Xu Xu meets Yin Jian. I don't want to be one year old, but I am happy until the third spring.

Burning clouds is good, hanging fine arts is new. Xiang Zhen should respond to the North Pole, adjust and test Ping Jin.

Trees want to contain the sunset, while mountains retreat the old dust. This night, orchids wither, and bamboo explodes neighbors.

Think of your birthday as bright and holy and drive away ghosts and gods. How many generations meet, sleep alone.

She is still double-jointed, carving a five-Xin board. He was released when he was a thief.

My hometown is the same as a foreign land, except for the 360-day cloud in Tanghe. It is not only the law that hates changing feelings, but also the suppression of life.

Where did Song sell preserved wine that night and who was waiting? As early as last year, I wanted to read this poem when it was finished.

During the Yuan and Song Dynasties, Wang Anshi's firecrackers sounded one year old, and the spring breeze entered Tu Su in send warm. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

In addition to the sweet night in Wen Song, Gankun is empty, and the year is open. The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life goes by with the years, and the body and the world are afraid of forgetting. There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.