The composition I wrote for my hometown.

People say that nostalgia is always unforgettable. Yes, homesickness is an ancient and deep ballad, and in my heart forever plays the melody of love. The winding loess road in my hometown, the yellow flowers blooming by the river, the simple and kind villagers ... Everything in my hometown is concentrated in my hometown of Aika.

Maybe it's a whining leaf flute, maybe it's a whispering purple swallow, no, it's a faint yellow flower in my hometown, which affects my dream of returning home.

My hometown is a small village, and a small river flows in front of it. Before spring comes, the bank slope will be full of yellow flowers, one after another. The color is very light, but it looks bright. They bloom in the wasteland, hide in the weeds, and playfully stick their heads out to people. What a wonderful world it contains among the yellow flowers! It is also a natural "pasture". The branches and leaves of yellow flowers are fertile pastures, where all the cattle and sheep people feed are raised, so people like it here more and love the yellow flowers here more.

At that time, the life in the small village was as dull and quiet as the clear river. After people finish their work, they sit on the yellow land in front of each house, shaking their banana fans and telling ancient and distant stories. The stories will always be the Eight Immortals and the Heavenly Palace. ...

A few years later, is the village still so beautiful? Are the yellow flowers on the river bank still so bright? In the spring season, I left the noisy downtown and returned to my hometown where I missed day and night.

The bus took me all the way to the street of the village. I was surprised to find that the winding loess road in my memory has been replaced by a wide road; The low and shabby houses on both sides of the road disappeared and were replaced by brand-new tile houses. The streets are full of ornamental trees, and there is a flower bed at regular intervals. Although small, full of green is colorful, adding infinite vitality to the countryside.

It has changed. This village has changed a lot. I sighed and went into my uncle's house. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he was warmly welcomed: chickens, ducks and geese played a unique "welcome song" for farmers, and the little yellow dog wagged his tail happily. At this time, the second aunt came out of the room and shouted in surprise: "Chaoer, it's a holiday. Why don't you call back? " As he spoke, he pulled me into the house and brought out two plates of apricots from Huang Chengcheng like a gust of wind. I looked at my aunt. I can't imagine that my aunt, who used to be silent, is so quick in words and actions now. I asked, "Aunt, where is my second uncle?" "He, he would have gone to the factory, too busy to even attend to not top his own responsibility field. Oh, now we have set up an agricultural and sideline food processing factory, and your uncle is still a consultant! " My second aunt smiled, and her brow was filled with joy.

At night, when the countryside disappears into the night, children are sitting at home watching TV, and adults get together to talk about exciting things. But people's topic is no longer the Eight Immortals, but how to make the countryside better and make life richer. ...

The night in my hometown is so intoxicating. I'm not tired at all. I hurried out to look for the river in my memory and the yellow flower in my dream. Unconsciously, I came to a construction site covered with rubble, where lights were brightly lit and timber piled up like mountains. Obviously, this is a tall building under construction. I suddenly remembered, isn't this the place where the clear river flows? Isn't it here that the lingering yellow flower in that dream blooms? Where did it go? Where are the beautiful rivers and yellow flowers?

I hurried to ask the old man who cared for the construction site. He pointed to the construction site and said with a bright smile on his face: "What is being built is the cultural center in the village, which was built by everyone. The small river you mentioned, which was painted to build a beautiful small lake; There are wild flowers, but I can't miss the big deal for this ... "I was a little disappointed. But looking at the bright lights on the construction site and the bright smile on the old man's face, it suddenly occurred to me that when the cultural center rises here, at night, the brightly lit windows are just beautiful yellow flowers.

Ah! Yellow Flowers in My Hometown is a note that will never disappear in my hometown of Aika.