Talk about missing my hometown

1. The taste of hometown is hidden in those happy times. Whenever I go back to my hometown, a few good friends come to play with me and we play our favorite games. I can never forget that happy moment.

2. I was born there, grew up there, but now I am in a foreign country, looking westward in ecstasy.

3. Hometown is like a jar of old wine. The longer it stays in my heart, the more mellow its flavor becomes; hometown is like a cup of farm well green tea. The longer it stays in my heart, the more mellow its flavor becomes. The richer the taste; hometown is a short memory film, and the more times it is shown in my heart, the clearer its picture becomes. There is no need for excuses or reasons to love one's hometown, because our hometown has our "roots"!

4. Autumn is here, and the leaves on the trees are withered. The old trees whose roots had clung to the ground for decades seemed to be about to become hollow. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of my hometown.

5. I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful memory; I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful childhood; I am very happy, because I have a beautiful dream; I am very happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am very happy because I have thoughts as clear as autumn water.

6. My hometown is picturesque. The trees are green, the flowers are in bloom, and people are relaxing and playing freely; driving on the riverside avenue, a beautiful picture is spread out in front of your eyes. It is really like driving on the road and walking in the picture. I love you my hometown! !

7. In recent years, buildings in the village have been springing up from every corner like bamboo shoots after the rain. There are three or four floors, some of which are beautifully decorated on the outside. Even though it's only one floor and not really a building, it looks much more pleasing to the eye than those mud-brick houses.

8. Times have changed, times are constantly changing, and people are constantly changing, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the homesickness of being away from home, like when He Zhizhang’s son returned home after leaving home. The local pronunciation has not changed, the hair on the temples has faded, the children do not recognize each other, and they smile and ask where the guests are from. This song may not be suitable for me, but at least it is one of my moods. Regardless of it, go out and take a look.

9. The morning here is not "shrouded" by fog, so it is not as warm and moist as the "ink painting" in the south of the Yangtze River, but in this dry morning light, one can still "vaguely" feel her charm. Through the willow branches, the bright sunshine "sways and shines", everything illuminated by the sun is so clear and "dazzling", even the dewdrops held by the flowers and leaves are so "crystal" and "bright" like crystal. The sleepiness that has not dissipated is "hazy", and in a trance, it seems that I have come to the "dream" realm in the "fairy tale". Imagination is really a wonderful thing, making the world "change instantly". Looking at the "splendid" sun, another "poetic" morning is about to begin.

10. Walking on the small road in my hometown, the nature, harmony and comfort slowly floated into my heart like the wind. Some of the roads in my hometown are cement roads and some are dirt roads, but this has not affected my enthusiasm for my hometown.

11. I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful memory; I miss it very much, because I have a beautiful childhood; I am very happy, Because I have a beautiful dream; I am happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am happy because I have thoughts as clear as autumn water.

Twelve, my hometown is far away, when will I go? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu. Returning to my hometown, I took a long wormwood and followed the river of my heart, drifting towards my hometown and wandering back to my hometown. The wanderers are still wandering around. They still haven't been able to return to their hometowns because their careers are far away. They want to carry a ship of stars and return to their hometown with shining light. Let us ring the bell of hope and look forward to meeting them again in the glorious season. My hometown, my hometown, the hometown that haunts me, I must make you proud of me.

13. Whenever night falls, the lake dam lights are brilliant, like stars falling on the world. At this moment, my heart was surging. I seemed to see my mother's happy face, I seemed to see my mother's affectionate eyes, and I seemed to hear my mother's extremely excited and excited heart! "Children, thank you. You have changed my life and the lives of more people with your hard-working hands and hard sweat."

14. People in a foreign land are like a family. Fire; on the road to a foreign land, home is a light; on a night in a foreign land, home is a dream, and nothing can satisfy the homesickness.

15. Not to mention the interior decoration, the floor tiles are so smooth that you can see people's figures, and the gorgeous wallpapers are simply pasted on the walls with money and spread on the floor with money. Even if it is only painted with white lime, it looks much brighter, no longer as dark and depressing as a mud brick house.

16. The mountains are long and the water is long. Along the way, this little bit of love cannot be blown away, and the lovesickness and sorrow cannot be separated. I can only send a lovesick heart to the bright moon, just like the bright moon thousands of miles away. I send my longing for you, and I hope you will live forever and travel thousands of miles to meet the beautiful lady.

17. When the autumn wind blows, the scenery of this field is even more attractive. The field where the seedlings were planted, in particular, could be seen from a distance like a golden carpet. The seedlings are full of rice, and the ears are hanging down. It’s so beautiful!