Hometown _ 1500 words

Overlapping mountains surround a small village; The winding river flows in front of my house; Covered with weeping willows and new green, like a girl's hair, gently brushed the microwave on the water.

Hometown, like a gentle and affectionate girl; Hometown, like a brave and generous play; Home, there is a bright moon and twinkling stars; There are flowers that don't thank at four o'clock, and there are crisp birds singing. She is like a painting and a poem; She is my forever lover, and I will never forget her! Go back forty-six years! I was 1 1 years old.

A group of chirping sparrows woke me up from a good dream, rubbed my sleepy eyes with my little hands, put on cotton-padded clothes and went straight to the garden. "You're just in time. It rained lightly last night and the soil on the ground was very loose. Come and pull the grass for me! " My father bent down and smiled at me. "Dad, the dew on the grass shines like a beautiful pearl. Don't pull it out, keep it for appreciation! " So I opened my mouth and swallowed the dew on the bamboo leaves. It was so cool and sweet. "Son, grass and flowers cannot exist at the same time; It will hinder the growth of flowers and take away their nutrition. Come and help. " I looked at my father and smiled, and went after the butterfly picking flowers again.

It was a dry season. It didn't rain for more than a month, and the seedlings in the field were dying. A clear spring flowing out of the mountain stream has become the sweet spring of everyone's life. Fortunately, the villagers are honest and kind and don't rob me. They know how to distribute evenly, arrange dates and take turns to irrigate. When the cracked land is flooded, the seedlings slowly lift their gaunt heads and release the brilliance of life.

My mother and I sat quietly on the ridge of the field, "watching the water", looking up at the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li. A bright moon rolled slowly and the stars shone on the top of the mountain, making the silver earth look extraordinarily vast and silent.

"Go home, son, we have put enough water in the field. It is your uncle's turn to be on duty. " "No, it's cooler here than at home. I like listening to the sound of running water and watching the beautiful moon and stars. Mom, let me lie in your arms and sleep all night! " My mother didn't promise, but silently held me in her arms and accepted a warm and sweet kiss on my forehead.

In a year, my favorite is autumn!

The maple leaves in the mountains behind are drunk like a brilliant sunset; The hibiscus flowers in the garden have single petals, double petals, bright red and pink, and they are as beautiful as flowers. Grapefruit hangs heavily on the branches and can be picked; Outside the garden, there is a paddy field in Huang Chengcheng. Farmers began to harvest, and there were joyful songs everywhere. At this time, I love to run up the high hills with the children in the village to pick up bitter beads and fragrant bacteria; Pick up the red leaves, weave them into a wreath with fine vines and hang them around your neck; Or wear it on your head like a crown, triumphant and narcissistic. Looking at the white clouds from a distance, resting under the light blue sky, the golden light of the sun sprinkled on us from the cracks in the leaves. We are happy and happy. We all like singing and strolling in Qiu Guang, where the sky is crisp and the red leaves are like flowers. At night, it's even more beautiful! I was spinning in the yard with a group of girls of similar age. The night is as cool as water, and autumn insects chirp. In order to comfort the lonely and poor Cowherd and Weaver Girl, our spinning machine played melodious music. Sometimes, on the early autumn moon, grandma wears a thin cotton-padded jacket and comes out with us, telling jokes and stories, which makes us long for the beautiful moonlight and reluctant to fall asleep at night.

"Sister, wake up, it's snowing more than a foot deep!"

Third brother is only three years older than me. He also likes making snowmen and snow lions like me. He prefers to play with icicles hanging in front of the eaves and eat them in his mouth as popsicles. The neat stone road in front of the house was covered with snow, and pedestrians walked on it, stepping on one black mark after another, but in less than ten minutes, the black mark disappeared again.

In my memory, the snow scene in my hometown is no less than that in Beiping. The mountain is near the forest, covered with snow, and the sky is particularly bright. The most beautiful things in my garden are wintersweet and red plum. The more it snows, the more beautiful the flowers bloom. Winter bamboo shoots struggled to stick their heads out of the hard soil, covered with snow clothes, and grew straighter and more alive.

"Son, you have to be like plum blossoms in the ice, like bamboo shoots in the snow, and you can stand the cold and wind and frost to be a perfect person!"

I remember this is what my father warned my brothers. At that time, I was still young and didn't know what "indomitable spirit" and "perfect person" meant. But I know that he wants us to be "good people". Until today, I have never forgotten my father's words. I can bear the ravages of wind, frost, rain and snow.

Hometown, like a gentle and affectionate girl; Hometown, like a brave and generous play; I haven't missed her a day since I drifted.

Note: This article is selected from Xie Bingying's prose collection Hometown. Xie Bingying's hometown is Xieduo in Datong Town, Xinhua County, Hunan Province. This small village, which is composed of beautiful basins, is surrounded by mountains and rivers and covered with ridges (chQng). There are more than 100 farmers, all surnamed Xie, and the atmosphere is simple, just like a paradise on earth.

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