Writing an essay for the ending on the beauty of nostalgia

1. How to write the end of a nostalgia composition

Nostalgia

I feel that there is always a kind of longing lingering in my heart. I never understood what that was. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that it was my hometown calling me.

My hometown is an extraordinary place for me. When I become a star in the sky, I will still use my faint light to illuminate that land.

Walking along the river, you will find a patch of unknown small wild flowers of various colors blooming beside the slippery stone steps covered with a layer of moss. You will see the girls’ smiles rippling in the river. Their southern Anhui dialect may make you have dreamlike associations, but this is simplicity.

The bamboo in my hometown is very famous. The mountains and plains are covered with lush green bamboo. As soon as you walk into it, you can hear the voice of Zheng Banqiao reciting a poem, "I will not let go of the green mountains, and my roots will be in the broken rocks." The peach blossoms reflected the girl's face red, and the golden rapeseed flowers spread to the distant horizon. The clear and transparent stream mixed with the chirping of birds into a duet. The old scalpers were eating grass indifferently. They were already used to it.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand why you are so innocent, wearing a slightly yellowed white dress and wearing cloth shoes that are slightly stained with mud, and the flow of your eyes is transparent at that time. Eyes are still moving after thousands of years. When others are amazed by your beauty, you always smile and walk away. Just like you came silently, leaving people with infinite reveries.

Several peach blossoms poked their heads out outside the bamboo forest, and a group of ducks were there to detect the temperature of the river in spring. Then, he uses the standard duck language - "Quack" to report the news of spring to people. This made the layman Dongpo suddenly wake up and had to chant: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river." ’

My hometown is the place where my dreams begin, where my mother waits, where I can look forward to, and where my dreams linger. 2. How to write the end of a nostalgia essay

Nostalgia always feels like a longing lingering in my heart.

I have never understood what that is. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that it was my hometown calling me.

My hometown is an extraordinary place for me. When I become a star in the sky, I will still use my faint light to illuminate that land.

Walking along the river, you will find a patch of unknown small wild flowers of various colors blooming beside the slippery stone steps covered with a layer of moss. You will see the girls’ smiles rippling in the river.

Their southern Anhui dialect may make you have dreamlike associations, but this is simplicity. The bamboo in my hometown is very famous.

The mountains and plains are covered with lush green bamboo. As soon as you walk into it, you can hear the voice of Zheng Banqiao reciting a poem, "I will not let go of the green mountains, and my roots will be in the broken rocks."

The peach blossoms reflected the girl's face, and the golden rapeseed flowers spread to the distant horizon. The clear and transparent stream mixed with the chirping of birds into a duet.

The old scalpers ate grass calmly. They were already used to it. I don’t understand, I don’t understand why you are so innocent, wearing a slightly yellowed white dress and cloth shoes slightly stained with mud, and your transparent eyes are still moving after thousands of years.

When others are amazed by your beauty, you always smile and walk away. Just like you came silently, leaving people with infinite reveries.

Several peach blossoms poked their heads out outside the bamboo forest, and a group of ducks were there to detect the temperature of the river in spring. Then, he uses the standard duck language - "Quack" to report the news of spring to people.

This made the layman Dongpo wake up suddenly and had to chant: "A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river." ’ My hometown is the place where my dreams begin, where my mother waits, where I can look forward to, and where my dreams linger.

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The soil and water of our hometown have nurtured us, and it is like our mother. There is a kind of nostalgia in the bones of each of us, which is no less than family affection. Perhaps this kind of nostalgia can only be experienced more deeply by being thousands of miles away!

A few years ago, I followed my parents and left my hometown, my childhood paradise, and came here all the way. In the past few years here, no matter what happy or sad things happen to me, it will always remind me of my hometown. The saying "I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season" is true at all. Every festival, the homesickness becomes stronger and the desire to return home becomes more urgent. It has been so many years since I left my hometown, but the memories of my hometown are still fresh in my memory.

I vaguely remember that the young children who had just entered the school were full of excitement and excitement. Six or seven years old, an age when he doesn’t understand anything, he is innocent and cutely stupid. When I entered the campus, everything felt new, the unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar faces. It didn't make me timid at all. Thinking about studying here and playing with my friends in the future, I felt extremely proud. On the way home from school, I was like a happy bird, chirping and singing my special song. of songs.

I vaguely remember that during the icy and snowy mid-winter, people hid in their houses and did not dare to come out. We, a group of lively and unwilling children, couldn't stand it anymore. Without telling their mother, they sneaked out. Everyone was dressed like a penguin, their hands and noses were red from the cold, and white smoke was coming from their noses. Everyone looked at the cute looks of others, and then looked at each other. Laughing, throwing snowballs at each other, everyone was covered with white snow, just like a snowman.

I vaguely remember that during the harvest season in my hometown, the fields were filled with large tracts of golden yellow. What our children like the most is corn. Looking at the corn, it’s like seeing the sweet popcorn, and we can’t help but salivate. This time of year is also the peak of insects. The most fun game is of course to go to the fields to catch crickets, and then string them up with foxtails to compete with who can catch the most.

I vaguely remember the green fields, green grass, winding paths, the environment of changing clothes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, those silly things in childhood, we cried and laughed together scene.

It turns out that we are so attached to our hometown, just like a baby attached to the warm embrace of its mother. Before that, I had read articles about homesickness by literati and poets, and I always felt that they were exaggerating. But now it seems that I feel the same way. No matter how far we go in the future, our hometown will always be our harbor and the deepest attachment in our hearts. 4. Write an essay on the topic of nostalgia

Homesickness

The year is about to pass in the blink of an eye. Looking back on the bits and pieces of the past years makes me have too many feelings. I am in a foreign land. I have been working hard for my dream. As the New Year approaches, I feel more homesick. I don't know when a continuous drizzle started outside the window; the midnight wind was beating on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled for no reason like a soaked seed.

Thinking about a person who came to this strange city alone a few years ago, I once thought that I was used to living from eight to five. In the days of frustration, everything in my hometown has gradually faded away. Walking further and further away. Suddenly looking back, I realized that the fragrance stuck in my heart was like a flying kite. No matter where I was, the rope of my soul was always tied to the sycamore tree in front of my hometown.

Everything about my hometown flashes in my memory. Thoughts are swimming like fish in my lonely soul. I once indulged in the frustration of life, but the mountains and rivers, the simple people, the unchanging posture of my hometown, and my soul had already wandered away, returned to my hometown through thousands of mountains and rivers, and was eating my mother The dumplings made for me by hand feel so solid.

The ups and downs of life, the joys and sorrows, can be gathered into a thick book. Only you can understand the meaning of every word, page and punctuation in it.

In the face of a fiercely competitive society, even if you are working hard or have succeeded, you will still face ups and downs in life. Even if it is a deep dilemma, don't be discouraged and face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don’t regard life in a foreign country as torment, and don’t regard the experience as wandering. We should regard it as a process of experience in the journey of life.

The stage of life is very big, it depends on how you perform. Let yourself understand the distance between theory and practice. You must keep learning at all times in order to realize it. Whether it is for recreation or to kill time, as long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's fine wine and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe For myself, such an ordinary life is also meaningful.

Before I knew it, it was almost dawn.

Life is beautiful because of dreams, and I will always be the best, because I have been preparing for the occurrence of miracles.

A year is about to pass in the blink of an eye. Looking back on every bit of the past year makes me have too many feelings. I have been working hard for my dream in a foreign land. As the New Year approaches, I feel more homesick. I don't know when a continuous drizzle started outside the window; the midnight wind was beating on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled for no reason like a soaked seed.

Thinking about a person who came to this strange city alone a few years ago, I once thought that I was used to living from eight to five. In the days of frustration, everything in my hometown has gradually faded away. Walking further and further away. Suddenly looking back, I realized that the fragrance stuck in my heart was like a flying kite. No matter where I was, the rope of my soul was always tied to the sycamore tree in front of my hometown.

Everything about my hometown flashes in my memory. Thoughts are swimming like fish in my lonely soul. I once indulged in the frustration of life, but the mountains and rivers, the simple people, the unchanging posture of my hometown, and my soul had already wandered away, returned to my hometown through thousands of mountains and rivers, and was eating my mother The dumplings made for me by hand feel so solid.

The ups and downs of life, the joys and sorrows, can be gathered into a thick book. Only you can understand the meaning of every word, page and punctuation in it. In the face of a fiercely competitive society, even if you are working hard or have succeeded, you will still face ups and downs in life. Even if it is a deep dilemma, don't be discouraged and face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don’t regard life in a foreign country as torment, and don’t regard the experience as wandering. We should regard it as a process of experience in the journey of life.

The stage of life is very big, it depends on how you perform. Let yourself understand the distance between theory and practice. You must keep learning at all times in order to realize it. Whether it is for recreation or to kill time, as long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's fine wine and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe For myself, such an ordinary life is also meaningful.

Before I knew it, it was almost dawn.

Life is beautiful because of dreams, and I will always be the best, because I have been preparing for the occurrence of miracles.

5. An essay titled "Nostalgia"

Nostalgia is a fragrant tea | taste the true meaning of life | Nostalgia is a strong wine | drink away the sorrow of the world

Mountain love is a proud plum | Sharpen one's bones | Mountain love is lotus | Bathing in graceful beauty

Hometown is sail, mountain is oar | Sailing to the Pacific Ocean | Hometown is lamp, mountain is sea | Light up the bright road!

The bright moon is a kind of sorrow, a kind of thinking, and a kind of emotion. Because of the bright moon, it makes me feel nostalgic------I feel ashamed to say it. I have always wanted to write an article to express myself. I've been feeling fond of my hometown for a long time, but I haven't written about it today. Today I finally have some enthusiasm, so I want to take advantage of the bright moon to write about my nostalgia for my hometown!

What is the relationship between my hometown and me? First of all, I want to say that she is my mother because when I was born, she selflessly gave me the land like a hotbed, the breeze like a mother and the nature like a fairyland. Secondly, I want to say that she is my strict father because she Let me learn to be reserved, strong and decisive in life. Secondly, I want to say that he is my mentor because he makes me understand that life requires gratitude, awareness, calmness and dedication!

There is nothing unique about my hometown, nor any special products. Just because it is ordinary and ordinary, I love it deeply. Why do I say this? It is because here I saw the kindness, holiness and simplicity of the working people------It is precisely because of this noble spirit that I pursue and yearn for the life of all living beings------In books , I have seen many writers describe their hometowns, but every time I read them, I feel an inexplicable sadness and shyness in my heart. I thought: Why is their hometown so graceful, graceful, quirky, and strange? Is it because my hometown lacks spiritual energy? Or is it because Qiong Yao is missing? However, after calming down and thinking for a while, I suddenly realized: Isn’t there a treasure mountain in my hometown? !

Speaking of my hometown, what makes me linger and love the most is the mountains--especially Daling Mountain, although it is not as strange as Huangshan------there are strange pines, strange birds, The strange flowers are not as thrilling as Huashan - there are strange rocks, strange trees, and strange water. However, I have always admired my favorite Daling Mountain because it almost gave me the fun of my entire childhood!

Daling Mountain is a mountain two to three hundred meters high. There are grass, trees, bamboo shoots, flowers and other plants growing on it, as well as some unknown animals------talk about love. The whole story of the mountain is also described one by one according to the seasons!

Spring is the most interesting time for us. The reason why we say it is interesting is not because there is an old man laughing on the mountain, nor because there is a fairy girl. It is because up there, we can curl up in a ball and be free like caterpillars. Sometimes we go to the rocky rocks to enjoy the cool wind or ride on the back of an ox on the grass, laughing with each other, which is a lot of fun!

In the summer, we will feel very annoyed and angry in the mountains because it is rainy in the summer and thunder is frequent. Every few days, there will be a heavy rain, which will soak us like a chicken---- --Although this kind of weather is very confusing, we still find it very interesting because every time, we will look at each other with our eyes, you look at me, I look at you, and then, we go to the pond to tidy up ourselves, but here we are. Sometimes, there will always be a naughty troublemaker in the pond, grab a handful of mud, throw it on you and then turn into a mud man, making everyone laugh!

Autumn is also a little bit interesting for us.

Because autumn is a good harvest season, of course those little kids with itchy hands can’t help but go to the mountains to steal other people’s sweet potatoes and roast them to eat. If they are thirsty, they can also go to the orchard to pick a few citrus to quench their thirst. , when the owner found it, he cried loudly and shouted: I didn’t pick it, I didn’t pick it, and he cried louder and louder. Finally, the owner was helpless and walked away with his head lowered incoherently! !

Winter is our gourmet feast. Of course, the gourmet food I am talking about is not the big fish and meat that people think, nor is it the Man-Han banquet, but in winter, many animals cannot withstand the cold weather because they do not have enough food. At this time, even those with clumsy hands and feet can easily catch it and then take it home and ask parents to cook a pot of hot pot meat to eat, and then the smile on their faces will last the whole winter!

First of all, let’s explain the meaning of love in the countryside. It is not the love between humans, nor the love between animals, but the fusion of nostalgia and mountain love. It can also be considered in general terms. It’s a mixed sentiment!

The reason why it is called the love of hometown and mountains is because: without nostalgia, there will be no love of mountains, and without love of mountains, there will be no love of hometown. Only the two of them. Only when there is love in the affection, will the light of love be more dazzling if there is affection in the love. At the same time, the love in the countryside also implies a small philosophy of life------that is, happiness and scenery. Facing our future life, it is like us recalling our hometown under the moonlight: one thing, one thing, one person and endless fun!

The love of hometown, the love of mountains, the love of hometown and mountains------my soul! 6. Write an essay on the topic of nostalgia

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown.

Give the long-brewing longing to the autumn wind and let the bright moon perform the melody of lovesickness. Let your heart longing for reunion fly to the sky, and think of you again under the mottled night sky in a foreign land - my hometown.

My hometown------the green spring in the east. It is like a small bridge and flowing water, with beautiful environment and simple folk customs. There are my beloved grandparents and childhood friends.

In order to study, I stayed away from my hometown and came to the city. I went home at most once a week. I don’t know what it feels like to be homesick if I don’t leave my hometown. Every weekend I see my friends returning home happily. I am very happy. It's envy. Weekends are so empty and lifeless. There's not even anyone to talk to at night under the empty light. The only thing you can do is to call your family to relieve the loneliness in your heart, or call your friends to chat. Talk about your current situation to prove that you are not a lonely person. The night is very long, and the feeling of homesickness is growing. I don't have any sleepiness. My thoughts will chase the eternal and brilliant sun in my hometown, and the tears will disappear quietly. I miss home.

The bright moon is priceless, and the mountains are all sentimental. The road is thousands of miles away, and I miss you constantly, even though no one is here. My heart longs for it. My hometown seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but we are never far away. I miss my grandma’s thatched houses, one on the east and one on the west, just like the mushroom bushes in the mountains, dense, natural, simple, and lovely. I miss my grandpa’s rattan lattice chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played. The sun shone on my palms, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had long since disappeared. The feeling of being so close in my hand was like a dream. A beautiful illusion. Grandpa put it under the harvest melon stand in the yard, made a cup of tea, and he sat on it. While I was playing, I looked at my grandfather’s expression, just like last night’s westerly wind withered the green trees, and climbed up to the tall building alone, looking out to the horizon. Feelings about Lu’s life.

The end of each semester is the time that I yearn for the most. Usually I can't hold back my emotions in the week before a vacation. , this week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the happiness of going home, not to mention reviewing my homework.

This is also the most frustrating point for me. My mind always defeats my reason. Every time I pick up a book to review it, and when I cradle my feet for a while, the joy comes to my heart again. Of course, I throw the textbook aside and go to pack my luggage. , even though my luggage has been collected by me many times...

Hometown, how many nights have I been lying on the bed facing the west, looking up at the night sky, longing for my hometown, thinking that there is something hidden in every star. A smiling face makes people look at it and make their hearts flutter. 7. Please write a 600-word article on the topic of "Nostalgia"

Hello,

The deep nostalgia will remain in my heart forever

My hometown in memory , very remote, but beautiful. There are several low wooden bridges across a clear river, and a few abrupt stones are accompanied by a few melodious insect chirps. Passing through the traces of time in my hometown, there is always some new breath mixed in the mottled memories, settling in the silhouettes of the past. Oh, my hometown is a trace of the past that is strung together with nostalgia. After being blurred, it gradually becomes clear, interpreting new colors in the sunny place in my heart, and rising with emotion...

The sky in my hometown is very blue, with less pollution from city exhaust and less tall buildings and forests. All of a sudden, the sky was so vast, and I felt a lot clearer. Even the clouds were no longer so enchanting and colorful, and became simple. There was also the wind that belonged to the sun, and there was always a hint of sweetness in the wind that people could not easily detect. , if you rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing. The cool wind blows you refreshingly; the sun is also the warmest, making your whole body warm. This is the scenery of the countryside. Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will exude a melancholy gray color, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Perhaps listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment.

The water in my hometown is very clear, a unique kind of clarity. The winding river seems to surround the countryside. In my memory, I often go fishing with my cousin by the river. There are many colorful pebbles on the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide among them. They are slippery and cannot be caught by hand, so earthworms are used for fishing. I sat by the river and watched the fish dancing in the water, but they just wouldn't take the bait. My cousin had lost his patience and went down to the river to cool off. Not being able to swim, I could only watch helplessly as the clear river water surrounded him. The sun cast its last rays of light onto the earth, and I put away my fishing rod and went back. I didn't catch a few fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow from my hometown.

The rapeseed flowers in my hometown are beautiful. After the beginning of spring, all the rapeseed flowers in the fields are in full bloom. They are bright yellow and bright in large areas, covering the entire field without leaving any gaps. The fragrance that hits your face cannot be expressed in words. What I like most is the breeze blowing. The flowers are like thin ripples rippling on the coast, rolling and jumping, like water that cannot be held, like fine satin shining with the color of the sun. Each flower seems to be talking to me. Smiling, I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into a sea of ??flowers.

The people in my hometown are very simple. At home, every relative’s face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they often bring me food and ask me if I need anything. They lack the politeness but have more warmth. The neighborly relationship The relationship is also very harmonious. You come and go. This kind of emotion is lacking in urban life now. Perhaps, this is a nostalgia that is difficult to let go.

Now I don’t go back often, but the deep nostalgia often lingers in my heart...

I hope you will adopt it, thank you! 8. An essay about nostalgia and love of more than 600 words

My hometown is in a beautiful small village in the town. Although there are no majestic mountains like Mount Tai or fiery maple leaves like Xiangshan, it is She has stunningly beautiful scenery.

The road from the county town to my hometown is an asphalt road. Both sides of the road are densely covered with colorful wild flowers, exuding a charming fragrance. Behind the small wild flowers, there are patches of dense pine forests. The pine trees in the pine forests are lush and evergreen all year round.

Next to the pine forest, there is a stretch of golden rice fields. The rice is ripe, and it lowers its head heavily. The autumn wind blows slowly, and the rice turns up layers of waves. The rice fields suddenly become a golden ocean. So beautiful. In the orchard, the pear branches and trees are full of yellow, which makes people drool at a glance; the grapes are juicy and juicy, with big bunches hanging all over the shelves. Pick one and put it in the end, it will be sour and sweet.

A winding river flows through the fields like a milky white ribbon. There is a small bridge on the river. Looking down from the bridge, the river water is crystal clear, and the sand and stones at the bottom of the river are clearly visible. . The water in the river flows endlessly, and the sound of flowing water seems to be playing a beautiful symphony, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Dense bamboo forests grow around the small village. The leaves of the bamboos are oval, thin and long, and the green leaves are so fresh and tender. When the mist is sprinkled on the bamboo leaves, they become... The rolling pearls, the bamboo leaves look green, and they are like small green swords made of jade. Wisps of breeze blow by, and the air here becomes fresher and more fragrant. The bamboo forest makes a slight rustling sound, like a girl's whisper, which is very beautiful.

My hometown is so beautiful, I love my hometown! As soon as I stepped onto the field road in my hometown, I saw cute little flowers and grasses waving their dance steps in the fields. A ray of warm sunshine shone on them, making them look dazzling. Then I smelled waves of... The simple earthy floral fragrance makes people energetic. Walking down the country road, there is a beautiful and clear large pond.

I sat on the big stone bench and admired the charming landscape painting in front of me. Behind the big pond are tall mountains. They are like guardians of their hometown, standing tall in their hometown with their heads held high.

Look, what a heroic figure! Surrounding the big pond are the old and strong banyan tree grandpa; the tall and mighty pine tree uncle; the gorgeous and gentle redbud aunt; and the petite and cute jasmine sister... Such a variety of trees and flowers make up the A harmonious big family. The big pond is my favorite sight.

Leaves and petals fallen from the trees floated on the clear water, adding a lot of color to the large pond. Moreover, there are all kinds of fish raised by farmers swimming in the clear and bright water. They swim, play and dance in the water, always with sweet smiles on their faces. Everyone sees this beautiful scenery and feels happy in their hearts. Troubles will also disappear.

Everything in my hometown is so simple and natural. I love my hometown! I was moved by the simple beauty of my hometown. 9. Composition on the topic of nostalgia

Nostalgia The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze throughout Luo City.

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. The prosperity of the city is as light as smoke, but it only confuses the eyes of the world, but never enters people's hearts.

But sometimes things are easy to forget, but sometimes memories are engraved in the heart and life. When the moonlight shines in the sky and the lights dim, what is inadvertently scattered on the ground is the old scene of my hometown... I have not been away from home for a long time, so naturally I cannot understand the hot and eager heart of a real wanderer.

I am not a wanderer, but I am a child living in my hometown. The steady sound of oars, the uneven eaves, the smoke from the houses, the black tiles and white walls of Shaoxing.

Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun people are in the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang.

When I was studying abroad, I didn’t have much idea that Hangzhou was much bigger than Shaoxing. Only later did I realize that there was already a city buried deep in my heart. This city was all composed of stone bridges, the wind, the waving wine flags, and the creaking sound of oars.

This city, thank you for remaining the same. Then I will still stroll in the alleys and shuttle in front of various shops, and some unknown plots will surge in my heart. This city, thank you for always being here.

The sunshine between the leaves has not faded yet. I kept moving forward to reach the next destination, but my heart always stayed in my hometown. Occasionally I would eat fennel beans in a tavern in Hangzhou, and then I would be extremely excited. Show it to students who come from all over the country. I am always careful when eating, because there is always a feeling that when I hold the fennel beans in my mouth - I am back to my hometown.

"I'm back" "Welcome back" The guest house has been frosty in Bingzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown.

Hometown, a song that can never be sung, is passed down from the previous life to this life. How much memories, how much love.

There are not too many gorgeous renderings, not too many intoxicating beautiful scenery. It was just the simplest and most profound thoughts and emotions in my life. In the light blue scenery of Jiangnan, I smelled a familiar smell. I was still bathing in the old time, still bathing in the tenderness of my hometown, and reliving the time I had never left. The distant scenery, the scenery of my hometown that has never been far away.

It is still the same picture as "the gentle sound of oars, the uneven eaves, the smokey houses, the black tiles and white walls of Shaoxing." Hometown, can I review your tenderness again? The many years of touching you have brought.

Thank you, you have already buried a city deeply in my heart. Thank you, you have never left my memory. Thank you, you have never let me stay away from my hometown alone. Will the story of my hometown be long? The story of my hometown must be very long, so long that so many people, after so many years, recall it as if it were yesterday, still young and still gentle enough to soothe the homesick hearts. 10. Write a beautiful ending about your hometown

Although my hometown is not as developed as the city, the scenery is particularly beautiful. In spring, there are wild flowers all over the mountains and plains, set against the backdrop of tender green grass, full of vitality and fragrant; dense and dense The forest is lush and lush. It was also the only way for me to go to elementary school. Every day I could see the birds dancing gracefully on the branches and listen to them singing cheerful songs; after a busy day, if you Walking into the green ocean, listening to the birds and smelling the fragrance of flowers will definitely bring you happiness in your sense of smell, which can eliminate the fatigue caused by a full day's work, thereby effectively regulating people's spirit and emotions. Summer, clear The small river meanders through the village all year round; you can often see little fish swimming around in the water like naughty children, sometimes blowing many small bubbles. The small river nourishes tens of thousands of people along the way. It was our childhood natural paradise. My friends and I often went there to chase and play. Autumn is the harvest season, and the endless fields are golden. A gust of autumn wind blows the waves of rice, which are the fruits of the hard work of the farmer uncles. A bright smile appeared on his sweat-covered face. In winter, there is a vast expanse of snow everywhere in the mountains, on tree branches, by the river, and in the fields, like pear blossoms in full bloom, dotted with the white snow. The wrapped countryside makes people feel a kind of crystal clear, white and fairy-tale beauty. The fresh climate in my hometown makes people feel extremely comfortable, but what is valuable is the deep and rich customs, which are always present. I love the mountains in my hometown, I love the river in my hometown, and I love the deep nostalgia in my hometown even more.