Third grade composition three hundred and fifty wordslt; My hometown is Shangluogt;

My hometown is Shangluo, which is a beautiful and charming place. That year, with the good policy of reform and opening up, the spring breeze of the Party blew into my hometown and awakened this fertile land.

That year, Shangluo had not yet been upgraded to a city, and was still just a small town in the heart of the Qinling Mountains. That year, the Xihe Railway had not yet passed through here. No one could have imagined that more than ten years later, Shangluo would bring in the BYD factory. No one could have imagined that Shangluo would have Shangdan Industrial Park, let alone that there would be a North Ring Road running through the mountainside. That year, Shangluo's expressway was just a legend.

That year, Jinfeng Mountain was still deserted, Guishan was still a barren land, there was no avenue along the river, and there was no Danjiang Park. That year there was no Shang Yang Plaza in the western suburbs, and there was only the clear and lonely sound of birdsong in Lianhu Park.

That year, the south bank of the Danjiang River was just a wasteland. There was no Jiangnan Community or Venice Water City. There was no real estate development in Shangluo that year, and the tallest building was just a telecommunications building with more than ten floors.

That year, there were no large supermarkets in Shangluo, and Kedu and China Resources shopping malls did not want to visit here.

That year, a bowl of noodles in the snack city was 1.5 yuan, tofu was 50 cents, traveling from Shangluo to Xi'an was 13 yuan, and gasoline was 1.7 yuan. That year, sweet potatoes cost two cents, vegetables and fruits were rarely available in bulk, pork was only as cheap as cabbage, and all I ate were green and organic foods. That year, people had never heard of food safety issues, and milk powder was just pure Osmanthus brand.

That year, people didn’t know that “the most beautiful place in the Qinling Mountains is Shangluo”, and the clear water from the river had not yet been sent to Beijing. That year, the water of the Danjiang River was still clear enough to see red carps. It snowed very thickly that winter, and it rained very coldly and heavily in July and August.

The decades between that year and now are extraordinary. It has changed the face of my hometown and taken away the past of my hometown. Over the past few decades, amid the roar of modern bulldozers and people's exclamations, my hometown has been changing day by day. Shangluo that year has disappeared into the passing years like smoke.