Poetry Theme My Dream Hometown Dream Chinese Dream

"My Dream, Hometown Dream, Chinese Dream" Essay Competition: Chinese Dream, Hometown Love

When will you think of your hometown? When you are frustrated, when you are proud, or when disaster strikes?

I remember when I was a child, I had no idea about my hometown. Even when I was in middle school, I felt that I had no feelings for it. However, it was only now that I left my hometown to go to college that I realized that my hometown had no feelings for me. How important and how dependent I am on it. It was only when I knew something was wrong with it that I discovered my love for it. We always like to talk about the Chinese Dream, but where does the Chinese Dream start? Isn’t it the hometown where we were born and raised, those bonds and feelings that have been there since childhood?

There is such a city in China, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is a mountain city and a foggy city; maybe because it is one of the four great furnaces, and everyone there is very enthusiastic; maybe because it It is a city of gourmet food, and everyone there is a foodie. That place is irreplaceable in my heart - Chongqing, a city you don't want to leave once you've arrived.

Chongqing has three beauties: beautiful scenery, delicious food and beautiful women.

There is a saying that “If you don’t see the night view, you haven’t arrived in Chongqing.” The night view of the mountain city is a city card of Chongqing. The night view of the mountain city, known as "Zi Shui Xiao Deng" since its ancient elegance, was one of the "Twelve Scenes of Bayu" during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. Whenever night falls, the lights of thousands of houses shine high and low, like stars in the sky, which is extremely magnificent; surrounded by two rivers, with two bridges adjacent to each other, hundreds of boats in the river compete with each other, and the lights are overflowing. The bridge deck is colorful, the lights of vehicles and boats are constantly shuttling in the vast sea of ??lights, and the sounds of horns, whistles, laughter, and music are faintly heard, adding infinite dynamics and vitality to Yeshan City. At this time, Chongqing is a veritable city that never sleeps, dreamlike, poetic and poetic. This is also the state of my favorite hometown.

Let’s talk about food. When it comes to food, the first thing that has to be mentioned must be Chongqing hot pot. Everyone who has eaten Chongqing hot pot will praise it. Maybe he was so spicy that he couldn't speak, but he still couldn't stop praising its deliciousness. At the opening ceremony of the third China Hot Pot Food and Culture Festival in 2007, Chongqing was awarded the title of "Chinese Hot Pot Capital" by the China Cuisine Association. Chongqing hot pot is also second to none in the country for its large catering scale, large number of diners, rich levels, complete dishes, strong folk customs and profound cultural accumulation.

When talking about delicious food, we should talk about beauties. People say that in Chongqing, "three steps will lead to Maggie Cheung, and five steps will lead to Brigitte Lin". There is a place in Chongqing called Jiefangbei Pedestrian Street, which is also the "No. 1 Street in the West". Years of observation show that it is indeed the place with the highest concentration of beauties. It is said that someone once went to Jiefangbei to take a look, and concluded that there were an average of five beauties passing between every two telephone poles every minute. Although these are some jokes, it is not difficult to see that Chongqing is indeed rich in beauties. This can be seen from the fact that Chongqing ranks first among beauties every year.

There are many districts and counties in Chongqing, and my home is in one of them - Fuling District. Fuling is world-famous as the "hometown of mustard mustard". Although it is not as prosperous as the main city, it is just a very ordinary small city. There is no clearer photo even on Google Maps. However, it carries too many memories from my childhood. So the love for a city really does not lie in how beautiful and prosperous it is, but in how many memories you have with it and how deep your relationship is.

I vaguely remember a story about Chinese children studying abroad who were asked to write about the beauty of their hometown. They scratched their heads and couldn’t think of a few, and the words they wrote were large and empty. However, the foreign students wrote like water, even A dilapidated house or a piece of stone in my hometown is interesting and cute. This shows that our Chinese children still lack some awareness in this regard, and we still have a lot worth reflecting on.

It is understandable that we need to love our motherland. However, now the scope of the Chinese dream is getting wider and wider. No matter how vast it is, it still needs roots to nourish it.

If someone doesn’t even understand or love his hometown and fellow villagers, or even hates being alienated, but he still says that he understands and loves our motherland and is still dreaming of the Chinese dream, do you believe it? Anyway, I don’t believe it. Loving hometown and loving motherland must be inseparable.

However, before we let go of our hometown dream, we have to see our own dreams clearly. If a person does not have a dream, how can he talk about his hometown dream, and how can he talk about the Chinese dream! Living in this era of alternation between old and new, I know that we shoulder greater responsibilities and have more tasks. However, dreams carry too much hope, and now I can only do my best to be myself. As a college student, I understand that I should use the four years of college to enrich myself and enrich myself. While learning professional knowledge, I must also learn life skills and develop myself in an all-round way. I cannot let the four years of college be wasted, so that I can be qualified to talk about my hometown dream and China. Dream.

The recent earthquake occurred in Ya'an, Sichuan. This is something that none of us want to happen, but natural disasters are beyond our control. Chongqing is not far from Ya'an. After hearing the news, all the worries about my hometown and my family and classmates came to my mind. After knowing that my family and friends were safe, I felt a little more relieved. But looking at the rising number of casualties and the devastated ruins, I feel particularly uncomfortable. I am afraid that the tragedy of May 12 will happen again, and I am even more helpless about why there are so many disasters in Sichuan, but there is so little I can do. In the face of disasters, sadness should not be all we have. We should use the same strength and courage as our motherland to smile, maybe a little reluctantly, but the smile at this time can block all the cloudy days and rain in the disaster area. At this moment, my heart is with Ya'an, with the Sichuan people who died in Lushan, and with hundreds of millions of people across the country. Ya'an, please hold on, China, please come on!