Homesickness writes 600 words

1. My hometown is in a beautiful small village in the town. Although there is no grandeur of Mount Tai or maple leaves of Xiangshan, she has a beautiful scenery that people yearn for.

From the county seat to my hometown is an asphalt road, and both sides of the road are densely covered with colorful small wildflowers, emitting charming fragrance. Behind the small wild flowers, there is a dense pine forest. The pine trees in the pine forest are flourishing and evergreen all year round.

Next to the pine forest is a golden rice field. When the rice is ripe, it hangs its head heavily. The autumn wind blows slowly, and the rice turns up layers of waves. The rice field suddenly turned into a golden ocean, which was very beautiful. In the orchard, pears full of branches and trees will make people drool at a glance in Huang Chengcheng; Grapes are rich in water and alcohol. It is on many shelves. Pick one and put it at the bottom. This is sour and My Sweetie's.

A winding river runs across the field like a milky white belt. There is a small bridge over the river. Looking down from the bridge, the river is crystal clear and the sand at the bottom of the river is clearly visible. The water in the river keeps flowing, and the sound of running water seems to be playing a beautiful symphony, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

There are dense bamboo forests around this small village. Bamboo leaves are oval, thin and long. The green leaves are so fresh and tender. Misty water sprinkled on bamboo leaves became rolling pearls. Bamboo leaves are green and dripping, like handfuls of jade swords. A wisp of breeze blows, the air here becomes more fresh and fragrant, and the bamboo forest makes a rustling sound, like a girl's crooning, which is very beautiful.

My hometown is really beautiful, I love my hometown! When I first set foot on the field road in my hometown, I was greeted by lovely flowers and grass dancing their steps in the field. A ray of warm sunshine shines on them, dazzling, and then I smell waves of flowers with a simple earthy atmosphere, which makes people full of energy. Walking along the country road, there is a beautiful clear pond.

I sat on a big stone bench, admiring the charming landscape painting in front of me. Behind the big pond are towering peaks. They are like guardians of their hometown, standing in their hometown with their heads held high.

Look, how brave! There are old and strong banyan grandfathers around the big pond; There is a tall and mighty pine tree uncle; There are gorgeous and gentle Bauhinia aunts; There is also a petite and lovely sister jasmine ... so many kinds of trees and flowers make up a harmonious family. The big pond is my favorite scenery.

Leaves and petals falling from big trees float on the clear water, adding a lot of color to the big pond. And there are all kinds of fish raised by farmers swimming around in the clear and bright water. They swim, play and dance in the water with sweet smiles on their faces. Seeing this beautiful scenery, everyone's troubles will disappear.

Everything in my hometown is so simple and natural. I love my hometown! I was moved by the simple beauty of my hometown.

2. When I was a child in Weifang, my parents went to work in other places. Because my family needed money, I was sent to my grandmother's house.

Grandma lives in a mountain village, where people are very hospitable. Spring in the mountain village is lovely and active. When the warmth of spring replaces the cold of winter, the soil in the field becomes extremely soft.

Grandma took my little hand and walked in the field, smelling the fragrance of the soil. The feeling of melting in nature will never be felt in the city. At this time, if a villager passes by, he will hear a kind call: "Little girl, this is your hometown. You should have a good look and don't forget to go back to the city."

Yes, this is my hometown where I have lived for generations. At this moment, I am not only enjoying the gift of nature, but more importantly, I feel a deep homesickness in the embrace of my hometown. "A day's work lies in the morning."

With the crowing of chickens, every household opened their doors and started a day of farm work. The man went to plow the field, and the woman came to the river with a basket of clothes. The sound and laughter of washing clothes here make the river happier.

Behind grandma's house, there is a clearing, and grandma begins to cultivate. I also helped to plant all kinds of flowers and vegetables, which became my little garden. When grandma washed vegetables, I squatted at grandma's feet and felt grandma's hard work with childish eyes. Grandma went to the river to wash vegetables, and I went to pick wild flowers and pebbles. When I was tired of playing, grandma put me in a wooden bucket. At this time, it's me and Cai.

Grandma's face showed a loving smile. I often get some small animals when I meet villagers on the road.

For example, frogs, grasshoppers, shrimp, loach, or call me a nameless fish, most often get some wild flowers or some cauliflower. It's really comfortable to hold it in your small hand and smell it with your small nose.

Nostalgia composition Nostalgia hometown memory is like an old story, beautiful.

There left my footprints inch by inch, there was full of joy, and there lived my dearest family. Hometown, this word is strange and familiar to me, and I am very contradictory.

Stranger? As time goes by, it can only make me remember slowly. Are you familiar with it? It seems that living there happened yesterday, and it seems that this is a normal thing.

True feelings ferment in the same place. Could all this be just a memory? This memory is like a cradle in a dream, and I am like a baby sleeping in it. I hope that in my dream, I have a pair of wings to fly to my hometown to pick up my happiness: a lantern.

This is during the Lantern Festival. I pestered my grandmother and bought me one. Grandma touched my head affectionately and handed me a lantern.

Surrounded by the lights, I happily carried the lantern, leaving a burst of laughter and a peaceful look. Fireworks still remember the short-lived beauty.

The light in my eyes. In the sky, the colors bloom brilliantly, and at the same time a grass is planted in my heart.

Let me look forward to growing up, the dust settles in your arms. I am willing to cling to your arms, and the strong local accent calls my real name.

I will always remember the call in my heart. It seems that I can see your figure and your call in the unchanging sky.

At night, there seems to be a song you sing, which makes me feel at ease. Call me in different places.

My head is haunted by things like missing. I'm surprised that my seven souls and eight souls were taken away by this kind of thing.

Perhaps in my dream, I am full of the land of my hometown, and I was born and raised in my dream of living in my hometown. I didn't know how much I missed it. Only by exploring your heart can you find yourself suffering from a disease called missing.

4. Write a composition on homesickness. A year will soon pass. Looking back on the bits and pieces of previous years, there are too many feelings. I have been working hard for my dream in a foreign land. The New Year is getting closer and closer to homesickness. I don't know when it is raining outside the window. The midnight wind knocked on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled up like a soaked seed for no reason. Think about a few years ago, when I came to this strange city alone, I thought I was used to the day of eight to five. In the days of flowing water, everything in my hometown has drifted away. When I look back, I find that the dust is sealed in my heart and the fragrance is overflowing. I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. I used to be addicted to the frustration of life. However, my hometown's mountains and rivers, simple family and unchanging posture, my soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qianshan, eating the jiaozi made by my mother herself. Emotions and sorrows can be gathered into a thick book. Only you can understand the meaning of every word, page and punctuation. In the face of fierce competition, even if you work hard or have succeeded, you will face the ups and downs of life. Even if you are in deep trouble, don't be discouraged, but face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don't treat life in a different place as suffering, and don't treat experience as wandering. We should regard it as an experience in the journey of life. The stage of life is very big, depending on how to perform. To understand the distance between theory and practice, you must always keep learning to understand it, whether it is for fun or to kill time. As long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's drinks and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe in yourself. Unconsciously, such a dull life is equally meaningful. It's almost dawn. I am always the best, because I have a dream, because I have been preparing for miracles. In a blink of an eye, a year is about to pass. Looking back on the past few years, I have been working hard for my dreams in a foreign land. I am homesick and want to spend the New Year. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window. The midnight wind knocked on my window lattice, and my homesickness swelled up like a soaked seed for no reason. Think about a few years ago, when I came to this strange city alone, I thought I was used to the day of eight to five. In the days of flowing water, everything in my hometown has drifted away. When I look back, I find that the dust is sealed in my heart and the fragrance is overflowing. I am like a flying kite. No matter where I am, the rope of my heart will always be tied to the buttonwood in front of my hometown. Everything in my hometown flashed in my memory. In my lonely heart, my thoughts are like fish swimming around. I used to be addicted to the frustration of life. However, my hometown's mountains and rivers, simple family and unchanging posture, my soul has already floated out and returned to my hometown through Qianshan, eating the jiaozi made by my mother herself. Emotions and sorrows can be gathered into a thick book. Only you can understand the meaning of every word, page and punctuation. In the face of fierce competition, even if you work hard or have succeeded, you will face the ups and downs of life. Even if you are in deep trouble, don't be discouraged, but face it with a positive and peaceful attitude. Don't treat life in a different place as suffering, and don't treat experience as wandering. We should regard it as an experience in the journey of life. The stage of life is very big, depending on how to perform. Let yourself understand the distance between theory and practice, whether it is entertainment or killing time, you must always keep learning to realize it. As long as you have a goal in life, don't care about other people's wine and coffee, abandon your inner complaints and depression, and believe in yourself, such a dull life is equally meaningful. It's almost dawn before you know it.

5. Write 600 words about my hometown in the second volume of the first day of junior high school. Pingli always likes to think back to Pingli City, not only because it is my hometown where I was born and raised, but also because there is unforgettable nostalgia there. My hometown is on the edge of Taihang Mountain, which is a paradise surrounded by desolate mountains. There is not only the fragrance of fish, rice and fruit in the waterfall, but also the whisper of birds and swallows.

The green hills of Pingli are rolling. When I was a child, I always liked to see its image in the distant world at dusk, which was surprisingly magnanimous, resolute and optimistic. The solemn and magical combination of heaven and earth, sunset and green hills shocked a girl's heart. Many years have passed, but I still can't help thinking of them, as if they have become the eternal essence of nature. Only they can explain the characteristics of that land more accurately.

I was deeply attracted by the microwave in the stream and the bright moon in the sky. Shadows are swaying and wild flowers are everywhere. Their silhouettes are reflected in the water, covering the swaying clear water, clear microwave, clear moon and sunset, clear shade and light rain. I have been deeply attracted and intoxicated by it.

Pingli people are simple and each has its own beautiful emotional world. In autumn, look at those heavy branches, such as red dates and apples with stars. . . . . . It's really tempting. Naughty boy, I don't know how many falls he took to climb up, but he won't be laughed at by anyone. It's just that the crying of falling pain is unbearable for many kind people. There will always be kind uncles and aunts who will pick you up and coax you to pick handfuls of red dates for you. Time has passed, and I remember that I really like a spoiled child, enjoying the kindness and love of this world.

The character of Pingli Castle Peak, the artistic conception of clear water and the warmth of homesickness combine one side of land beautifully and plump. Although many years have passed, I still yearn for it, praise it, praise its charming scenery that will never be erased by the passing years, and respect the sincere and simple people in my hometown. Ah, the green mountains and clear waters are very close to my hometown, which makes me dream about Pingli City.

6. Write a composition on homesickness. My hometown is the most unforgettable place. Although my childhood there was not the most perfect, it was a golden dream for me and left me many golden memories.

When I opened my sleepy eyes and eagerly searched for the scene in that dream, the beautiful dream had drifted away, leaving only a few scattered petals ... When I was a child, I used to go to the Yangtze River and watch it fly around with a transparent jade belt. There are always several small fishing boats floating on the river that runs day and night. They are so ordinary and ordinary, as unknown as the people who make and use them.

Up to now, I still have such a small wooden boat in my mind: dark brown, about two meters wide, unpretentious streamlined boat hanging slightly upward at both ends, small and flexible. One pole, one paddle and two paddles, the boat is rocking steadily, and the rice fields and white cotton fields on both sides of the river are shaking slightly, just like a beautiful watercolor painting.

Many such boats dig sand and fish on the river ... there is a stream not far from my grandmother's house. Although I'm not sure, it's still a good place for me and my partner. In the hot summer, this stream has become a paradise for me and my friends.

Take off your shoes and socks and play in the stream. Laughter overflowed, and the stream seemed to look at us and flow more happily.

The water is very clear and shallow, just above the knee, and the soft sand at the bottom of the stream makes our feet itch. Take a gentle step in the water, make a few waves, and the water will itch between your legs. What a wonderful game! There are some small black spots in the water! It turned out to be a tadpole with a round head and a thin tail! Swim up, just like a lively "small comma".

As a result, the brook became a never-ending poem ... unforgettable! This fishing boat, this Yangtze River water, and fishermen fishing at high tide … but I will never forget this beautiful hometown.

7. When I was a child in Weifang, my parents went to work in other places. Because my family needed money, I was sent to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in a mountain village, where people are very hospitable.

Spring in the mountain village is lovely and active. When the warmth of spring replaces the cold of winter, the soil in the field becomes extremely soft. Grandma took my little hand and walked in the field, smelling the fragrance of the soil. The feeling of melting in nature will never be felt in the city. At this time, if a villager passes by, he will hear a kind call: "Little girl, this is your hometown. You should have a good look and don't forget to go back to the city." Yes, this is my hometown where I have lived for generations. At this moment, I am not only enjoying the gift of nature, but more importantly, I feel a deep homesickness in the embrace of my hometown.

"A day's work lies in the morning." With the crowing of chickens, every household opened their doors and started a day of farm work. The man went to plow the field, and the woman came to the river with a basket of clothes. The sound and laughter of washing clothes here make the river happier.

Behind grandma's house, there is a clearing, and grandma begins to cultivate. I also helped to plant all kinds of flowers and vegetables, which became my little garden. When grandma washed vegetables, I squatted at grandma's feet and felt grandma's hard work with childish eyes. Grandma went to the river to wash vegetables, and I went to pick wild flowers and pebbles. When I was tired of playing, grandma put me in a wooden bucket. At this time, it's me and Cai. Grandma's face showed a loving smile. When I meet people on the road, I often

Get some small animals. For example, frogs, grasshoppers, shrimp, loach, or call me an unknown little fish, are all the most common.

Just get some wild flowers or cauliflower. Holding it with small hands and smelling it with small nose is so comfortable!

8. To write a composition on the topic of "homesickness", harmonica needs about 600 words of concern.

If life is a room, then love is like a window, which absorbs warm light into your heart and mine. If life is a village, then love is like a bridge, connecting your heart and mine. If life is a sailing ship, then love is like a bright lamp, guiding you and me to the deepest part of the soul. Care is a cup of hot tea, which melts your cold heart and mine.

My hometown is located in a small village in the suburbs. There are mountains and waters, the villagers are very happy, and the neighbors get along well.

Every summer vacation, I always go back to my hometown and live a leisurely and boring life. However, an old man changed my boring life.

That year, I still returned to my hometown. Different from previous years, I have a new "playmate"-Grandma Wang. Grandma is 56 years old, and all her children have gone out to work, leaving her to live alone.

That day, I had nothing to do. I walked under the big banyan tree and sat on the bench. At this time, there was a sad voice in my ear. I looked around for the source of the sound and saw grandma Wang. She smiled and pointed to the harmonica in her hand. At that time, I was young and curious about everything, so I picked up the harmonica and played it around, and the harsh sound came out from it. "It's terrible!" I frowned and returned the harmonica to grandma. "Don't worry, son, grandma will blow it for you!" Grandma is not disgusted at all. She picked up the harmonica and put it in her mouth, playing a sweet and crisp melody. "Grandma, you play well! Can you teach me? " "Of course!" The movements of an old man and a young man under a big banyan tree are amazing. When dusk came, smoke rose from the farmhouse, and the cat at home went home. It was time for me to go home, so my grandmother and I agreed to play the harmonica here every day. As the days passed, my summer vacation was over. I went back to school, but I always thought about Grandma Wang. Grandma Wang once sent her a message saying that she was thinking of me, too. Finally, during the National Day, I returned to my hometown.

As soon as I got back to my hometown, I immediately ran to grandma Wang's house. Grandma is not at home, and my neighbor told me that grandma has gone to the fields. I ran to the field again. "grandma!" I waved and shouted at my grandmother in the field. Grandma didn't hear me. I ran down the ridge and saw grandma beating her legs painfully. "grandma! What's wrong with you? " "Good boy, why are you here? Grandma is fine! " At this time, everyone who was working in the field turned around. "Aunt, everyone told you to rest at home. No, you must come to the field! " Grandma smiled gently and said, "I'm fine!" " You worry! All the melons by the river fell into the river, so I lifted them up so as not to be washed away by the water! This little melon is still edible, don't waste it! ""aunt, I said you, you are old, leave us alone! " "I'm fine!" Grandma stood up with difficulty, holding the stone. I walked home step by step, and I followed, thinking quietly. . After the Golden Week ended, I returned home.

I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time since. Later, until one day, grandma told me that grandma Wang was dying, and I set foot on the road back to my hometown. Back to my hometown, I rushed into grandma Wang's house. There are many people around here. I am late! Grandma Wang, she left. My heart is broken. For the first time, I felt the grief of losing my loved ones, and experienced the parting of life and death for the first time! Grandma, I'm sorry! May you rest in peace in this peaceful land!

Love doesn't need to be vigorous, but it naturally has moving power. As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world!

The love of the sky for birds makes them fly higher, and the love of the sea for fish makes them play happily. People also need care, and care is the most sincere beginning of communication between people.

I wrote it myself, I hope to adopt it!

9. In the 600-word narrative of homesickness, I can't forget the memory of my hometown. Very remote, but beautiful. There are several low wooden bridges on a clear river, and a few abrupt stones are accompanied by a few euphemistic insects. There are always some new flavors mixed with mottled memories in the traces of the past years, which are deposited in the silhouette of the past. Oh, my hometown is a trail of nostalgic past. In the sunshine square in my heart, new colors are being interpreted and moving ... the sky in my hometown is blue, the exhaust pollution in the city is less, and there are few tall buildings and forests. Suddenly, the sky is so vast, I seem to be much clearer, and even the clouds are not so enchanting and dazzling, becoming simple. There is also the wind that belongs to the sun, and there is always a trace of sweetness in the wind. If you rest in the wild at noon, if you rest, the sunshine is also the warmest, making you feel warm all over. This is the scenery of the countryside. Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity. The winding river seems to surround the countryside. In my memory, I often go fishing with my uncle at the bottom of the river. Small fish and shrimp often hide in it. They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms. I sat by the river and watched the fish dance heartily in the water, but they just didn't take the bait. My uncle was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off. I can't swim, but I looked at the clear river and hugged him. The sun scattered the last afterglow on the ground, so I put away my fishing rod and went back. I didn't catch many. However, I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown. The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful. After beginning of spring, the rape blossoms in the field are all in full bloom, while in Huang Cancan, there is no gap in the whole field. Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face. I like breeze best. Those flowers, like fine ripples on the coast, roll and jump, as if they could no longer hold back. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers. People in my hometown are very simple. At home, every relative's face is full of goodwill. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They lack that courtesy, but they have more warmth. The relationship between neighbors is also very harmonious. You come and go, and now the city life lacks this kind of emotion.

10. Writing a composition on the topic of "homesickness" is an eternal theme of literature. No matter how homesick the wanderer is, he says, "Water is my hometown, and how bright the moonlight is at home!"! Homesickness is the attachment of people living in other places to their hometown. My hometown is a cup of mellow wine, which makes me intoxicated all my life. Whenever I think of my hometown, dragonflies always fly in the dusk of my memory. Cooking smoke has also become a yellow ribbon fluttering in the dream. Cockcrow and dog barking and even quarreling with neighbors have become very warm memories, such as a soft music flowing in my heart with the sound of gurgling streams, which makes my homesickness so poetic. Maybe it's because I've been away from home for too long, walking deep in the ancient streets and alleys of my hometown, and the playful children regard me as a tourist. I'm familiar with everything here. Nobody cares about me, but I'm at ease. If this greets me and that chats with me, the excitement will disturb the wandering fish in my heart. This is a small fish that swims comfortably in the streets and alleys of his hometown. This fish likes the liveliness and tranquility of my hometown. Roaming, I feel that my hometown is like a wide and cool river, which will make countless touching ripples in my heart. No matter when and where, that long homesickness always makes me feel relaxed and warm, because my hometown will extend her warm hand and brush away the dust for me. Homesickness, like spring grass, grows quietly and secretly; Homesickness is like wine, quietly brewing in a sealed porcelain jar; Homesickness is like a cup of coffee without sugar, which has a deep bitterness; Homesickness is like mountain toffee, and the faint sweetness is endless fragrance, which is a kind of caring miss.