Nostalgic component

In daily study, work and life, everyone has dealt with writing. With the help of words, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my collection of essays about nostalgia, hoping to help everyone.

Composition about Homesickness 1 There is a seven-day long holiday on National Day, and our family goes back to their hometown. My hometown is in Lechang County, a mountainous area in northern Guangdong, which is surrounded by mountains. So the traffic is not so smooth, and the economy is much worse than the delta. It is a poverty-stricken county supported by the provincial government.

I remember the cruel rainstorm in 20xx, which turned this poor mountain area into Zeguo overnight. Roads and bridges were destroyed by the flood, most people's houses collapsed, and the poor were homeless. After the flood receded, the whole city was completely on the swamp. This scene is unimaginable.

Come, come, surge of emotion surge, excited. Could this be a swamp? I have all the questions. Finally, the car slowly drove into Lechang County, and the first thing that caught your eye was the seven characters on the gate-Lechang people welcome you.

These five words are as enthusiastic and tenacious as the people of Lechang. They told us that they stood up. Standing on both sides, there are still mountains, but these two mountains seem to have become towering and smiling at us.

The cement road at the foot is so spacious, yes, it is no longer a swamp here. In the clear river, the fish are playing freely ... entering the county seat, a few birds come and chirp, which seems to welcome us again.

In the car, soon, the beautiful landscape paintings disappeared, ushered in high-rise buildings, and a brand-new bridge was built on the beautiful Wujiang River. On the spacious and clean streets, everyone is smiling, and the goods in the shops are dazzling ... whenever night falls, the lights beside the streets are beautiful. On the river bank, beside the beautiful greening, rows of neat lights illuminate the people walking. Fireworks lights, water tent lights and camouflage lights are all presented one by one, which is so dazzling.

Every time, when I am strong in wandering loneliness, every time, even if I am hurt, I don't cry. The wings of "strength" and "struggle" take them over despair.

The people of Lechang County in the mountainous area of northern Guangdong have made great achievements in the fight against floods, and their determination has enabled them to rebuild their beautiful homes.

Composition 2 on nostalgia in a beautiful and picturesque place; Have unique folk customs, simple folk customs; Known as "Shicheng", it has a national-level scenic spot. ...

There is my hometown-Jinyun.

In Jinyun, there are fewer hotels and more farmhouses. Jinyun, few tall buildings and many mountains; What is rare in Jinyun is ingenuity, and many of them are simple and hospitable.

In the flower dance, butterflies and feathers are flying.

Jinyun is a world of flowers, not to mention the flower sea in Jianchuan, not to mention the flower sea next to the county government, and Shan Ye. Rape flowers and azaleas, although some ordinary flowers, show their affection.

Not to mention the flower sea, which can flourish without the most advanced technology, naturally becomes the best place for people to take pictures. Bright flowers make women's eyes bright and their teeth white, which makes men extremely handsome.

Don't fall in love with Emei in those days.

When it comes to mountains, people always think of Emei Mountain and Wuyue Mountain, but our Dinghu Peak is not inferior.

Dinghu Peak, commonly known as "stalagmite", is located in Tian Fei Square, a national scenic spot. It is like a sword that goes straight into the sky, passing through the clouds and shocking tourists from all directions.

"I'm tired of watching West Lake and Dinghu Lake."

This poem perfectly explains the beauty of Dinghu Mountain, and naturally, Dinghu Mountain is also famous at home and abroad because of this poem.

The food in Na Xiang was the same as before in.

Sesame cake is a special food in Jinyun, however, it has been favored by many people for many years.

Of course, the flowing income did not make them lose their integrity, the environment was getting better and better, the stuffing of the cake was not reduced, and the skin was so golden and shiny.

It can be said that "honesty is gold".

Many people say that Jinyun is a village. Yes! Jinyun is a village, but it is precisely because it is a village with "spring flowers all over the sky and green trees wrapped in mountains" that it will stick to a century-old shop without losing its integrity and has a strong homesickness.

Homesickness remains the same.

Composition 3 about homesickness has this kind of emotion in people's hearts. Light, but rich, people live on the land, and hometown is the destination of the soul. There, there are many people who have been waiting for your return, and this feeling is a bit sad. This kind of emotion is called homesickness, and this place is called hometown.

Grandpa's garden is called "Hundred Orchards" by the villagers because it is full of all kinds of fruit trees. Where is my childhood paradise, the garden in spring, summer, autumn and winter? I only love orchards in summer and autumn.

In the orchard in summer, the leaves are green and hundreds of fruit trees are turning green. The troubles brought by the summer sun suddenly disappeared, replaced by the green of the orchard and the sweetness of the trees.

The stream flowing slowly through the orchard. Constantly make a pleasant sound of running water. Put your hand into the stream, it's cold, take some and taste it, sweet. In the summer garden, sitting in a chair, riding in the shade, drinking a cup of tea, but with endless aftertaste.

In the autumn garden, not only are we lively, but the whole village is also happy. The small orchard gave birth to the vitality of spring and summer, and at this time, it bloomed. The treetops are covered with fruits, like glowing lanterns. We picked all kinds of fruits and put them in bamboo baskets. Walk quickly to Lao Yang's house and put the fresh oranges on the table. The next basket of grapes is for Grandma Sugar.

I called my neighbor to open the door and asked, "Lao Li, this is a crisp and sweet apple." Would you like some? " "Lao Li, don't sleep, have some pomegranate!" I also took some fruit and ran happily all the way to share it with my childhood friends.

Water is the water in my hometown, and people are still people in my hometown. The small orchard brings together the homesickness of the villagers. The small orchard bears beautiful childhood memories and homesickness.

Perhaps in the distance, "sugar mother-in-law" gets up in the morning and makes sweet maltose. "Grandpa Yang" drove the sheep up the mountain again, maybe? But I won't forget here, my hometown, that touch of nostalgia!

Composition 4 on Homesickness In the sunset, I stood alone under the greenway, watching the crowds and the endless traffic after a busy day, feeling that I was abandoned by the city, and a deep homesickness came to my mind. ......

I used to hate my hometown with beautiful scenery so much just because of her poverty; I was so eager to stay away from my hometown because of its backwardness; I was so eager to leave my hometown because the living conditions there were hard and the place was remote. Now, I am in this bustling metropolis, looking at tall buildings. People stay in the city for a long time, and gradually hate the crowded and noisy environment.

The river in my hometown flows quietly with the tranquility of her years. A white cloud floats behind the willow tip, and the shadow of willow branches is reflected in the full moon. There is a bamboo grove by the river. Walking into the forest, there will be the sound of the river "pattering" from time to time, accompanied by the sound of the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest and blowing the leaves, which becomes a wonderful and moving song. Occasionally, frogs and drums came from the green river. Dragonflies fluttered gently in the middle of the river and stopped on the sleeping lotus leaves from time to time. Flocks of wild ducks are playing happily in the river, and two lovely ducklings are combing their feathers with each other, as if to say, "Let me help you comb your hair!" " "

Now I only care about my hometown. I stayed there for a while and recalled carefully that the air there was so fresh, the sky was so clear and the flowers and trees were so lush. It seems to see the golden waves slowly "swinging" with the rhythm of the wind! That's a hint of the maturity of wheat seedlings, telling farmers: "I've grown up!" " "Bend down, listen to the wheat seedlings whispering in the land, and listen to the wind and wheat seedlings whispering in the crops. ......

Hometown, which retains our most precious memories, can't help but think of Li Yu's Nai Hetian Jizuo: "All the way, it's already the hometown, so you have to stay in Jing for a while and stop."

For many years, I didn't feel inferior because I lived in the countryside. On the contrary, I am proud. I have been influenced by simple rural conditions since I was a child. There is no intrigue between neighbors. We love each other and help each other. When I was young, I also enjoyed a colorful rural life. These are my endless wealth and wonderful memories. The time spent in warm rural conditions is also destined to be the strongest color in my life.

When I was young, the countryside was not very developed. As far as I can remember, only the back of the road in our village is paved with asphalt. There are few modern small foreign buildings in the village, most of which are tile houses. But every family has many spacious yards where all kinds of livestock are repaired. Every family has cows, chickens and pigs. The family mainly raises pigs, and my sisters and I pay tuition and living expenses by selling pigs. With the progress of the times, many young people in the village have gone out of the countryside and taken root in big cities, and their lives are getting better and better.

The most lively thing in the countryside is the Spring Festival. No matter where you are, no matter where you live, whenever the Chinese New Year comes, home is like a magnet to attract countless homeless people to go home. The twelfth lunar month is the most leisure time for rural people every year. When all the farm work in the field is done, people are idle. When the weather gets cold and pork can be preserved, there will be a lively scene of killing pigs in the countryside. Killing pigs is the most important and lively thing in our countryside. Generally, relatives will come to help, eat pig-killing rice together in the evening and give us a place to celebrate the New Year.

The national system is getting better and better, and our family has gone out of the countryside and settled in the city. However, I will still miss the days when I lived in my hometown for the New Year. In rural areas, there is no intrigue, but more mutual help and more warmth. This is my hometown and the life I yearn for.

My hometown is Shagou, a small mountain village in Shuhe River. There is no fertile black land in Northeast China, and there is no endless prairie in Inner Mongolia. But for me, this is also a paradise.

Every time I look at the distant green hills, "Over these mountains, it is my hometown." "Now in my hometown, maybe all the flowers on the mountain are in bloom, and maybe all the low trees have grown into towering trees." "Maybe ..." I often think so. My hometown, whenever I come near you, I can feel the warmth; Every time I leave you, my joy disappears, only my deep nostalgia. When I get on the bus back to my hometown, when I look up at the distant green hills and miss you very much, or when I recall the past when I was a child, I will think of the tall and straight green bamboo forest, those beautiful bamboos that hold their heads high and are down to earth; I saw cats and dogs running around in whose yard; I think of wavy rape flowers, uniform leeks and onions, and the yellow land has raised us from generation to generation; I think of naughty pheasants. In the Woods in the mountains, stones are alive and kicking. The black and white hare was right in front of me, and the next second it disappeared into the grass. I think of the snow-white dandelion. On a sunny day, cows are grazing leisurely on the grass ... I seem to hear my hometown calling me. Her gentle voice is calling, calling. I told him that I would definitely go back to see her after the holiday.

I finished my seventh grade last semester. I told myself that I had to go back. This is the first time I am so eager to return to my hometown. My hometown is calling me again. Come back, come back. This voice has made a permanent communication with my heart and can be heard every holiday or even every weekend. And I, too, am eager, even stupid, to ask my mother to take me back to my hometown for treatment. One day, we will come back to you.

Hometown, you are my mother, and each of us is your blood. When I am near you, my heart becomes calm. How beautiful and rich you are ... how could I forget you? When I grow up, I can't live without you more and more.

My hometown, I want to come back to you with the glory of growing up.

Hometown is always so beautiful, fascinating and irresistible. Whether it is a scenic spot or a small bridge, it can leave people with the most beautiful memories.

In my hometown, there is a famous sage-Zhu. His grandmother is buried in the mountain of my hometown. In the second year of Jiaqing, Zhu was named "Wengong Mountain", and this mountain has been called "Wengong Mountain" ever since.

Although Wengong Mountain is not as steep as Mount Tai, it is graceful. This unique beauty attracts many literati every year, stopping here to watch and feel the cultural atmosphere of thousands of years ago. Although I can't see Zhu on the mountain, the clear air in this mountain is pushing me forward.

On the top of the mountain, the sage's grandmother is buried, surrounded by 16 fir trees. At that time, according to gossip, Zhu planted 24 fir trees around his ancestral grave, symbolizing "twenty-four filial piety". This filial piety is really touching.

"I insist that Qingshan does not relax, and the roots are breaking stones." Bamboo represents the spirit of China people-perseverance. At the same time, it is also artistic, and it is also called "four gentlemen" with plum, orchid and chrysanthemum, just like the bamboo forest in Wengong Mountain. Sometimes I talk about the beauty of life with the seven sages of bamboo forest, and sometimes I stand opposite Zheng Banqiao, chanting "Bamboo Stone" and feeling the "Southeast and Northwest Wind" of bamboo.

In the hidden banana forest, there is a small academy, shrouded by the smell of mountains, forming a unique clean stream. Close your eyes, Zhu seems to be sitting on it, telling the truth of life. When I left, my ears still echoed with his inculcation.

Years are changing with the times, and what remains unchanged is the beauty of hometown; What I can't kill is the memory of my hometown.

My hometown is a place that I want to go back no matter how far I go, which is not unusual for everyone. My hometown is Boluo Luo Yang, a place with Dongjiang, the source of life, and a place where big gourds suppress it.

Dongjiang is a major scenic spot in my hometown. Although it is not as majestic as the Yangtze River in Ma Benteng, it is not as flat as the Lijiang River. However, he also has his own unique flavor. The sun has just risen, the breeze is blowing gently, and the water surface of Dongjiang River is sparkling, reflecting ripples as bright as diamonds. It's still dark, only where the sun rises, a layer of red cloth is softly spread out. From far to near, there came the horn of a bicycle. I saw an old man in a straw hat stop his car and take down a heavy cloth bag from his bike, which contained all kinds of fishing gear. Then, the old man walked slowly across the grassy slope, went down to the river covered with stones, took out a packet of delicious feed, took out a little and hung it on the hook, adjusted the fishing rod and threw it into the distance. The hook in the center of the river bank is light and smart, scattering golden sunlight on the water. Sitting on the floor with a fishing rod in his hand is like a carefree Jiang Taigong.

Looking from the north bank of Dongjiang River, it is a dark green "big gourd", which seems to be very astringent. In fact, this "big gourd" is a mountain. According to some old people, Hululing was originally a musical instrument in Tie Guai Li, which saved Boluo people in the flood at that time. So there is a temple at the foot of Hululing. On New Year's Day, many people come here to worship Buddha. Burn the incense and follow the path up the hill. Along the way, you can see aunts and grandfathers who wear white coats to practice Tai Chi, people who take pictures in twos and threes, people who take a leisurely walk to see the scenery while listening to songs ... On a platform at the top of the mountain, overlooking it, Dongjiang water flows quietly, and some white smoke slowly floats in the old house, and the newly-built commercial building is covered with colorful clothes. The mountain behind is a canvas, which sets off the scenery of cashier Boluo.

Just as leaves finally belong to the land, our hometown is our hometown. Everyone's hometown is different, but it is always the most beautiful place in your eyes.

As soon as I got home, the iron gate slowly opened, the big black dog at home barked and relatives gathered around the car. I feel deeply homesick. -inscription

Relatives ask questions. When I got off the bus, my left hand was caught by my aunt. She said, "We grew taller this morning!" " "My right hand was caught by my grandmother. My grandmother's dry calloused hand rubbed my little hand and said, "Look at this cold hand, isn't it thick?" "The strong nostalgia, in turn, attacked us, and my young players were held by my sister-in-law. Those who can talk call her sister-in-law, and those who can't talk give me a kiss. I am very happy.

The elders held red envelopes in their hands, stuffed them into my pockets and kept greeting me. I also congratulate my elders. Of course, you have to send lucky money! I said to the younger generation with a red envelope: "Call aunt, don't call aunt not to give lucky money!" " "The giant panda held a meeting and said," DuDu! "Although the voice is not accurate, I always shout it out. I took a red envelope, stuffed it into his pocket, shook hands with the panda, and continued to give lucky money.

Shells and shells can't talk, so I picked up small shells and shells smeared their saliva on my face, bad boy! But I still gave lucky money! Of course, they are as rotten as shells!

At noon, grandma took out a box of eggs from the room, including n duck eggs, two mandarin duck eggs and five goose eggs. Grandma usually doesn't want to eat them. Now, she cooked five goose eggs for us. After watching us eat, she kept asking, "Is it delicious?" In fact, I don't care about these goose eggs, but for grandma, they are very rare things, just waiting for us children to come back and let them eat. We ate all the goose eggs. Grandma ate a few duck eggs and didn't want to eat any.

One more thing! All the children in my hometown are as red as rouge. They look very kind. I call them "hometown colors". Their faces are like red apples. They are so cute!

This deep hometown feeling! The sincerity and enthusiasm of my hometown people touched me!

Composition about Nostalgia 10 On Chang 'an Avenue, there was a scene of depression and decline, and the people complained bitterly.

All this has to do with today's holy family. He drinks and makes merry all day, lusts after beauty, and has no intention of caring about state affairs. The idea that I was called into the palace was to advise the holy family and serve the imperial court. But this bad king asked me to dig deep and write poems to beg the princess.

Children's favor. I, Li Bai, am innocent. How can I serve the court like this?

Finally, I chanted loudly, "Laugh to the sky, my generation is Artemisia." He danced with long sleeves and left the palace angrily.

Now, standing aimlessly in this street, I suddenly smell a long-lost fragrance, which turned out to be a long-lost wine fragrance! I went in excitedly, and when I stumbled back to the cabin after drinking, it was already evening.

I leaned back on the bed and looked at the crescent moon. Oh, that's from the crescent moon. Why don't you give me more? But even a little, I still feel extremely warm.

Gently push open the window and see the frost outside. Is it really frost? I rubbed my eyes hard and found that it was gentle moonlight, even and bright.

Jingjing leaned out of the window and stared at the unreachable moon. Beautiful, beautiful. It has a pure heart, and many people have admired it gently. It is still not proud or complacent, and always sticks to its duties. It knows that this is a sacred mission.

Unconsciously, the neck has become stiff. Slowly lowering my head, I suddenly saw my old mother, who was already white-haired and had worked hard to bring me up, and all the elders in my hometown. Suddenly, my heart was full of bitterness and my vision gradually blurred. I stretched out my hand and touched it. It turned out to be tears!

My hometown is in Chongqing, and I like the local customs there. Although I only live there for dozens of days a year, it is the happiest thing of my year. I love the simple and honest people there, and I also love the beautiful picture of "bridges flowing water" there.

I remember once, my brother built a "stove (with a small hole burning in the middle)" with several bricks upstairs. I saw him put a brick under the fire. Then put two bricks on both sides of the brick below. Look at their eyes, how eager they are! They are really energetic in bricklaying! I have nothing to do, just browsing! The fourth brick is put in the back to prevent the fire from coming out. The fifth piece is placed on the next brick ........................................................................................................................................................................ You're done! If they are finished, I will be miserable! I have to carry firewood for them! What a nuisance! Pack hay, take hay, take hay, take hay! All right, give it back! It's disgusting. What a nuisance! It's finally burning! Children like us who play with fire are of course used to these things! You can cook anything you want! What a happy barbecue! I still remember it clearly.

Another time we went fishing in the pond. It is said that 12 grass carp were released this year. Of course, if only I could catch a few! So I found some tall and thick sticks and dreamed of fishing them out of the water. Sometimes, fish bubbles pop up. I really thought there was a fish coming up! The second brother saw it and helped to "fish". Hit, hit, hit, hit, but no fish came up. We are completely angry.

Another time we went to pick wild vegetables, and the scenery there was great! There are some lotus flowers floating in the beautiful pond. How beautiful! And learned to dig wild vegetables. It's really fun.

Every day here, I feel nostalgic. Although every day passes quickly, I am very satisfied and happy. I like it here, this small bridge with flowing water.

I always believe that no matter where a person goes, his hometown will always be a place he deeply misses. In the dead of night, I always recall the innocence of my childhood. Perhaps it is because my hometown once carried my greatest ideal and sincere friendship, or perhaps it is because I have feelings that I can't give up with my hometown, so my feelings for my hometown have been increasing. I love my hometown, Xiyang, where I grew up. No matter where you go, you will never forget your hometown.

I used to study abroad. From kindergarten to the fourth grade of primary school, I have always had a deep attachment to my hometown. Whenever the bright moon rises and gives the earth a faint glow, the feeling of homesickness will be strengthened. At that time, I always longed for a pair of white wings to fly back to my hometown ... Mengshan misty rain, clear water, ancient temple gardens, flood ponds, Shima Leng Yun, Xiyang flowers and trees, Song Fengxue and Gaoluoqi Peak, how can we not be amazed? "Five-color Dan flowers spread to Xiyang. Today, red and white are still vying for fragrance, and Xiangfan rides in a real fairyland, and colorful clouds are reflected." "Three thousand flowers world road is boundless, heterogeneous people from Xiyang. In spring, the brocade is divided into five colors, and the incense is turned over in rows. A charming smile is like a beautiful country, and a wonderful dance is good at it with the wind. Who let Luoyang boast of its prosperity? The old balcony is desolate. " I'm afraid even the immortals will stop to admire these peony flowers. "It is not easy to climb this dangerous peak, and Song Wan is coiled around this stone ridge. Three winters of snow have accumulated in deep rocks, and there is still ice in the shade in June.

Cold knot can't fly, and freezing is suspected of wet coagulation. I feel thirsty when I am sleepy in summer, and I want to take advantage of the cold to relax. How can I not be proud of the spectacle of "snow on the pine peak" Beautiful! Four "hometown, hometown, hometown I love! The mountains and water in my hometown are also beautiful, my hometown, my hometown, my beloved hometown! I can't forget the food in my hometown ... "

Composition on Nostalgia 13 My hometown Yangzhou has a long history, with a thousand-year-old monument like daming temple; Yangzhou is picturesque and the West Lake is slender. There are many cuisines in Yangzhou, including classic cuisines like Lion Head. Today, I would like to introduce to you the delicious food that Yangzhou people are proud of.

Lion Head, as a native of Yangzhou, is our "business card". How can tourists from other places not taste it?

The lion's head is like a giant planet in the Milky Way, surrounded by some vegetables. The rich brown soup makes tourists drool and want to have a taste. This soup is very delicious and addictive whether it is soaked in rice or just drunk. Look at that green vegetable, just a few, it tastes oily but not greasy, greasy but not greasy, refreshing aftertaste, drenched with marinade, it is a perfect match! It also adds a little green to this dish, which is very beautiful and is the gospel of vegetarians.

Finally, the main course, lion head! Why is it called "lion head"? I think it is because it is very big, like a lion's head. First look at its shape. Touch it gently with chopsticks and poke a small hole directly. What followed was its thick soup flowing out of the hole like a clear spring. It can be seen that it has completely absorbed the soup and reached the "peak" state. A round, non-round sphere can only be made delicious with good black pork, the essence of various spices and the exquisite craftsmanship of chefs. When you take a bite, the soup immediately "pops" out of your mouth, while the meat is soft with hardness and hard with softness. If you savor it carefully, you can taste the sweetness and have an endless aftertaste.

Our family once bought a lion head, which can be said to be the best. Vegetables, beef and pork have changed their taste in the hands of chefs and become delicious lion heads. Ah! Why is there such delicious food in Yangzhou?

Yangzhou, a city that evokes my taste buds and homesickness.

Nostalgic composition 14 Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. ...

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings with the moon at night. ...

Hometown carries the best memories of everyone's life.

My hometown is in a small mountain village. There are only three families there. One is adjacent to my home and the other is far away. There is everything here, but what makes me most proud is the large bamboo forest in front of my house. This bamboo forest was planted when my grandfather and I were about the same age. Since then, nearly 80 years have passed. After 80 years of wind and rain, this bamboo forest has become tenacious. And it is connected with the bamboo growing in front of my house to form an arched door, which is especially beautiful in summer. This is the secret base of my childhood.

It's a pity that since we moved down. The bamboo forest grew wildly because no one cared for it, and lost its former appearance.

In addition to bamboo forests, apples produced by apple trees in my hometown are really "a must". All the apples produced are big and delicious. In autumn, before the apples are fully ripe, my sister and I can't wait to pick them. Unfortunately, at that time, I was too young to pick apples on the tree, so I had to ask my sister to help me pick them. My sister often laughs at me and calls me "little guy".

Similarly, this still neglected apple tree has lost its former glory. Now I can go to the apple tree, but I can't see the sweet and delicious big apple anymore.

How I miss the beautiful days of picking bamboo shoots in spring and the days when autumn is surrounded by delicious fruit fragrance. How I want to return to your familiar arms! My hometown.

A composition about homesickness 15 A little snow fell in the sky. Pick it up by hand, the snowflake melts at once, and when you look up at the sky, it is gray, and your heart is inevitably a little lonely. Suddenly I remembered the sentence "A dead vine and an old tree faint crow." Small bridges and flowing water. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. "This poem should be the most appropriate way to describe my mood at this moment.

It's the Spring Festival in a blink of an eye, and every household is busy visiting relatives and friends. The firecrackers were deafening. Although I am accompanied by my family, my homesickness has not diminished. "The song of my hometown is the flute of Qingyuan, and I always want to play it on a moonlit night. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old. "

I often think of the alley in my hometown, which is long and deep. When I was a child, I always liked to shuttle with my friends in the alley, and my laughter seemed to reverberate in my ears. In summer, young and old enjoy the cool at the head of the village. My sisters and I do crossword puzzles and run after them? It seems that all this is right in front of us, but suddenly looking back, it has been a hundred years.

I am not a cancer, but I always like to recall the past. Some people say that this is a real disappointment in life, perhaps because I am too lonely, but in others' eyes, I am happy, but I don't know how to satisfy it. They may not understand that although the house they lived in as a child was not the best, they lived a full life with my company, my old locust tree and a clear river. When I first came to this city, I seemed to be a bird in an iron cage. I want to fly, but I can't. After a long time, my edges and corners have been smoothed, and I began to learn to adapt, because people have to learn to grow, right? Sometimes when you are tired, you will always see the shadow of your hometown, then bite the bullet and cheer up.

"No one knows its existence, only my wanderer, always thinking of it with a smile on the lonely road."