Homesickness seventh grade composition

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Hometown is really synonymous with beauty. In my hometown, there are not only beautiful rivers but also beautiful forests. Maybe many people will find this place boring, because there is no internet world and there are not so many places to play in the city, but in my childhood memory, my hometown is really beautiful. Although it may not be as noisy as a big city, it is quieter and the air is very fresh. The relationship between people is very harmonious, and the interpersonal relationship here is very simple. Almost every family knows each other. Most importantly, this is the beautiful scenery that nature has given us. The scenery here is beautiful and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Butterflies kept flying when cicadas were whispering in the bushes. With the fragrance of flowers, I came to a stream unconsciously. Perhaps it was irrigated by the stream, and the flowers and plants by the stream were particularly lush. When I looked closer, I saw a few wild flowers I didn't know. There were a few drops of dew on the tender blue petals, which made the flowers more crystal clear and delicate. I turned my eyes to the stream. Sunlight flows on the water and birds sing in mid-air. From time to time, playful birds, gentle sun, endless sky and a few floating clouds are reflected on the water surface. The small fish in the water was probably shocked by the picturesque scenery and forgot to swim for a while. The pebbles in the water are also very fragile. I picked up one at random, and the smooth surface seemed to have been polished, showing a strange shape.

There is a small forest around the stream. The forest smells of earth. It is no longer a bluestone road, but a dirt road. The forest is very quiet. I listened quietly in the forest, listening to the mysterious and interesting voice. Listen to the soft breath of green leaves and the silent voice of small bamboo. Look up, acacia flower! Pink flowers give off a refreshing fragrance. "Looking at the ruthless dusk, it is not suitable to leave." Looking at the acacia flowers full of trees, I can't help but think of this poem. Suddenly, the thick dark clouds blocked the faint sunshine, and the patter of rain sounded in my ears and beat my heart.

This beautiful and magical place is my hometown. I wonder if you will have any longing for my hometown after reading my description. Anyway, in my opinion, no city can match my hometown, where the scenery is beautiful and the folk customs are simple. This is where I was born and raised. This is my favorite hometown.

Boiling water has been boiling in the pot and twisted into the tea leaves. In the rising white smoke, it is the fragrance of tea and homesickness.

My hometown is Anxi, a small county in Quanzhou. Although small, it is somewhat famous. Because this is the birthplace of tea "Tieguanyin".

It is said that this tea was given by Guanyin like a dream, hence the name. Suddenly, I remembered watching my grandfather make tea when I was a child. He bent his eyebrows and slowly poured boiling water into the teapot. He still told me not to open the unopened tea leaves. I am playing with tea in my hand, but my eyes are staring at the cup: the tea floats when it is immersed in boiling water, and slowly spreads out bit by bit, like a blooming flower. The lid of the tea rang "thump, thump" on the edge of the cup, and the white smoke of boiled water ran around in the air, and the fragrance of tea sneaked out, which made people feel refreshed. I just looked at it, as if the tea had been lingering on my tongue, emitting its fragrance and sweetness. Tea is ready. Grandpa pointed to the lid and poured tea. As soon as the tea touched the bottom of the cup, his hand was pulled up, and the tea formed a yellow-blue arc in the air. At this time, the smell of tea was stronger, which tempted me to let it cool for a while and then grabbed the teacup and sent the sweetness into my mouth. Hot! My eyes were hazy in an instant, but the delicious taste in my mouth collided with the spicy taste brought by spicy. Grandpa reluctantly bought me a glass of water to cool down. The white smoke curled up in boiling water brought the simplest and sweetest memories in my memory.

My uncle used to process tea. I guess when I was five or six years old, I went to his house alone for a week. Besides gentle elder sister and strange playmates, there are many machines for processing tea. I can't remember exactly how I did it, except that I helped pick out tea branches. The kind grandmother is quick-eyed and quick-footed, and the picked tea branches have piled up into hills. On the other hand, I'm all thumbs, and I choose less than one tenth of others. There are also sun-dried tea leaves that shake green. What else is there? Memories have already turned into misty white fog in the long river of time.

Tieguanyin runs through my whole memory and becomes homesick in a trance. The boiling water in the pot has been boiled, and I gently twist the tea leaves. Looking at white smoke and sipping fragrant tea, it is sweet and wraps the whole heart.

Time is a passer-by, and it slips away from us in a hurry. Year after year, different years burn different passions, and different years experience different lives.

There are many, many places where we leave and come back.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. After leaving for many years, I finally returned to this land, and everything is still so beautiful. On the green water, the lotus is slim and graceful, and the green powder sets each other off. Occasionally, one or two wild ducks chase and break the peace. After a while, there will be a lotus flower in this lotus pond. I still remember the scene of picking lotus. Several teenagers rolled up their trousers and picked the lotus flowers coming to the shore hand in hand. The lotus seeds in the newly picked lotus are slightly sweet, just to get rid of the extremely bitter nucleus in the lotus seeds. Now, I haven't eaten fresh lotus seeds for a long time. I wonder if it is pleasant to throw them away.

There are many friends, but we are separated and reunited.

Teenagers learn new things, but they miss their old friends in their twilight years. Although I am no longer in my twilight years, I have begun to miss my former friends. I miss the years we walked together, watching the fish in the water by the green water, counting the stars in the sky under the night sky and making an appointment under the banyan tree ... I still remember the things we experienced together. When you return to your hometown, naturally invite them out to get together. Time has not left too many marks on them, and no one has changed. Friends get together, still talking and laughing, talking and playing, as before. I just don't know how long I can enjoy such a comfortable life.

There are many emotions that we forget but remember.

There is a feeling called heartache. But I have forgotten it for a long time, not because life is too happy, but because life is too dull, too dull to arouse a ripple, and my heartache will be forgotten. Now, we are about to part. This time, I don't know when I can meet again, and it hurts. However, returning to this land and meeting these people, even if it was once hurt, is also the source of happiness.

There have been many places where we have been and will leave; I have had many, many friends, and we have to part when we meet; There have been many emotions, which we remember and forget.

My hometown is a beautiful place and a good place to escape from institutions in summer. I like its coolness, and I prefer its beautiful scenery.

Mount King Liu, you are famous for your greatness. The DBH of 4.74m is twice as big as the "Tree King" of Tianmu Mountain (DBH 2.2 1m) sealed by Emperor Qianlong, ranking first in the DBH length of Cryptomeria fortunei in China. Although you haven't enjoyed the dignity and splendor of the "Tree King", the simple and fair judgment of the people finally gave you the title of "Liu Shanwang". "King Liu Mountain", a kind and frank name, reveals the world's special admiration and love for you.

Snowflake Waterfall is a landscape in the sky, famous for its 100-meter waterfall. Whenever summer comes, it is very popular with foreign tourists. As soon as the tourists arrive, his mouth is full. That's quite imposing. Water flows through the stone wall, splashing, making tiny wild flowers start to play, which is particularly enchanting. Attract tourists standing below to take pictures.

Shi Si Temple, an ancient name. The front of the temple is more than 20 meters away from King Liu Shan, diagonally opposite, slightly crude and stingy. There is a plaque on the wall with the words "Shi Si Temple" in gold on the book. Introduction: A cypress tree crosses the road. The tree is planted beside the road on the right, but the pole is leaning against the wall on the left. I feel tired, so I'll take a nap against the wall. There is also a Cooper beside it. Although its branches are pale, they are still flourishing. The shade protects Cooper leaning against the wall next to him. Although these two ancient cypresses have gone through thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and snow, they still go hand in hand. The lower part is the place where monks recite scriptures and give lectures, including the Hall of Ursa Major and the Hall of Maitreya Buddha. Inside, there are no Buddha statues. But I can vaguely feel the smoke of cigarettes and the sound of Buddhist scriptures. One or three floors of buildings are particularly eye-catching. It is the only multi-storey building in this temple. The building is square, with cornices protruding from each floor, which looks like a tower. There was a wooden ladder when entering the building, which was narrow and short. There is a beam at the top of the ladder, so you have to bow your head to enter the hall. There is a cloister next to the ladder, so you can only cross it sideways. There is a hexagonal dome on the third floor with a round hole in the middle, surrounded by auspicious clouds, lotus flowers and a pair of phoenixes.

Ah! The beautiful scenery of my hometown, a note that will never disappear in my hometown of Aika!

The town is very cold in the morning. The rising sun, the dew on the leaves and the gentle singing of birds all tell people that spring is coming. Flowers bloom: roadside, riverside and mountain; White, pink and red. All kinds add a wisp of girl's mood to the ordinary town, and the girl's mood is soft and fragrant.

The town is like a silk running water, a ribbon and a feather, gently falling between Taihang Mountains. She is closely surrounded by the surrounding mountains, just like Chuzhou, which is surrounded by mountains in Ouyang Xiu's works. It is also like Tao Yuanming's inner "lack of humanity". Mountains, water, roads, streets and people are scattered in this small town I love.

Ah, my town, my hometown forever, you are so quiet, elegant and lovely!

Before, or when I was young, I hated it here. The town at that time was very simple. No tall buildings, no squares. The narrow road makes my hands and feet dance for a long time every time I pass a car. People on the road can talk enthusiastically for an afternoon without knowing whether the other person is wearing a famous brand. At that time, my family was extremely poor, but my parents never stingy to buy books for me. I have never been out of town, but I know and yearn for the outside world in various books. I'm starting to hate small towns.

A few years later, when I grew up, I had money at home and bought a car. I walked out of town. I still remember the first time I left this town. I saw tall buildings, I saw busy markets, I saw wide roads, and I saw a sea of people. All this is so different and attractive from a small town. I hate small towns more.

Later, now. My father left town to work, and I often went to see him. I left the town for a long time, only to find that I can't live without it. I can't live without my friends, quiet and tidy streets, green hills and every inch of land I am familiar with.

My town! My town! How can I leave you?

It was your green hills that propped up my spine, your muddy water watered my chest, your ups and downs sharpened my steps, your quiet streets reshaped my character, and your simple residents warmed my heart.

My small town, finally, please allow me to adapt the book of songs "Grass Worm" to tell you that I am interested in Nanshan, and I choose its fern. When I can't see a small town, I am worried. I can see and stop, my heart says.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, there is no regret in the past, it is so round and bright. I just remembered that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's Mid-Autumn Festival again. I wonder if the moon in my hometown is so bright? I don't remember how long it's been. I have never been to my hometown.

I still remember that every Mid-Autumn Festival, my parents would take me to my hometown to see my grandmother and have dinner with a group of friends to catch grasshoppers. Life is not good, but now, I have grown up. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, I have a lot of homework. I don't want to go out. Every time I see my grandmother, she tells me to visit her more, and so do my parents, except that I am lazy and unwilling to go out. Every time I visit her, I always have some time. Later, grandma left and went again, but she didn't have the anger of the past holidays, cold and desolate. It turns out that this is the life grandma lived.

The house on my hometown land has changed from a knee-high weed to a thatched cottage, then from a thatched cottage to a quadrangle, and from a quadrangle to a high-rise building ... No matter how it changes, it is my hometown and my constant affection. There are my dead relatives and busy neighbors here ... On the ground, it is busy, nervous and brisk, but underground, it is lifeless.

Today, I came back to my hometown and found that I have such deep feelings for this land. I love this land, this land has my happy childhood, my beloved relatives and my sad tears. It turns out that I still have attachment to this land, a kind of attachment to my hometown and a kind of attachment to the roots of fallen leaves ... Even if my childhood memories are gone, I feel a kind of kindness to this land, which is a kind of kindness from the soul, and blood is thicker than water. You can't resist

The wind, quietly gone, leaving melancholy feelings; Among the twinkling stars, there is always an exciting activity. Stopping in the afterglow of the street only attracted faint cries, and the lovesick moon smelled of nostalgia. In the thick twilight, the door of my hometown will never open. Walking on a strange land, my heart flies in the air of the country. If I can, I will become a cloud, a cloud in my hometown, floating in the sky in my hometown forever.

My hometown is where I grew up; My hometown is a place where I grew up playing. My hometown is the place I care about.

My hometown is in Meizhou, Guangdong. There is a local building called "Wai House". The enclosed houses are very similar to the earth buildings in Fujian, but the height is smaller and the area is smaller ... In short, the scale is not grand enough. My childhood was almost spent here, and the closed house became my childhood paradise.

There is a big ancestral temple in front of the enclosure. Every year on the first day of the first month, the villagers get together and celebrate the New Year happily. Early in the morning, the villagers got busy and set up several long tables to offer sacrifices to the gods. The whole village worships God together. The taste of the year is getting weaker and weaker, but the atmosphere of worship is getting stronger and stronger.

There is also a lotus pond in front of the ancestral hall, sparkling and crystal clear. In summer, lotus leaves and ridges are dotted with lotus flowers, and the eldest brother and sister who have learned "The Theory of Love Lotus" are singing "Flowers of land and water vegetation, very lovely." Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, people all over the world have loved peonies. I love the lotus flower alone, the mud is not stained, the ripples are clear but not demon, the outside is straight, the fragrance is far and clear, and the plants are slim and graceful, so I can look at it from a distance without using it ... "Before I know it, I will recite it.

Every summer vacation, I go back to my hometown in Meizhou. Of course, there will be "fish playing with lotus leaves" in the lotus pond in front of the ancestral hall. Every afternoon, I always drag my brother to go fishing. Although he enjoys it, he sometimes complains, "How can I have such a younger brother?"

In my mind, the soil in my hometown is fragrant. As soon as the east wind blows, a fragrance wafts from the fields. It's the land, the seedlings and the grass. The air is filled with the sound of joy. The sky is clear and transparent, sunny and warm.

In my opinion, the air in my hometown is sweet. Silver-like beads hung on the corners, full ears of grain swaying in the breeze, accompanied by tinkling springs consciously, and the beautiful and rich hometown was obviously intoxicated.

People are in Huizhou, but their thoughts linger in their hometown for a long time. Everyone and everything in my hometown are always so emotional and unforgettable. My deep affection for this land in my hometown has been engraved in my bones.

Homesickness seventh grade composition 8 "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" A tree, a stream and a bunch of flowers in my hometown ... are you unforgettable? I can't forget the crystal clear stream in my hometown. It is cold in summer and warm in winter. Where do I go every New Year? I relived when I was very young, watching small fish there, building stones and getting wet on purpose.

My hometown, Yibin, Sichuan, the village where I live is very beautiful, with green everywhere, clear rivers, no garbage, no smog and no air pollution. Where people are simple and kind, people are "warm-hearted". The house where everyone lives is not very beautiful, but it is full of warmth and love. Occasionally there are rich people. A big villa was built and everyone went to see it. Those people don't mind. I don't know if they are used to living in a small house or the villa is too deserted. There are always some small houses next to the villa.

When I was very young, I liked to go to vegetable fields with my grandfather, holding a small shovel and turning the soil like my grandfather holding a hoe. Sometimes I walk on the ridge and fall into the ground, covered in mud. Grandpa always said to me, "Xiaohua Mall, go home to grandma." I always come back with a sad face. When I meet people who work with my grandfather on the road, I always smile and say, "Xiaohua Mall, why are you taking a bath in the field again?" I always go home and tell my grandmother. Grandma always enlighten me. Tell me they're joking. "Xiaohua Mall" means that you are cute, and I am only happy to hear that. Forget it.

I often go to the stream with my sister to play, watch the small fish alive and kicking, watch my sister look for crabs, step on the stones, and deliberately water my sister, and my sister will catch me. As a result, both sides lost and our clothes were wet. Fortunately, it was summer. This stream is crystal clear and never dries up. It is cool in summer and warm in winter.

I miss the river in my hometown, the small house in my hometown and the simple and kind people in my hometown. I love my hometown. Although I am in a busy city now, I will always remember you-hometown.

My hometown Dongtai is a bright pearl on the coast of the Yellow Sea, with beautiful scenery and profound cultural heritage. I love my hometown deeply.

Standing on the high seawall, there is a vast sea in front of you, the waves are rolling and seabirds are singing; Behind him, there is a beautiful beach. Looking around, you can see reeds and wormwood. From time to time, rabbits and emus will appear in front of you, look at you for a while, and then turn around and get into the grass. In the distance, colorful golden pheasants are singing loudly, and the sound travels far and far. If you are lucky, you will see their true colors, red eyes, glowing blue necks and colorful wings. They are simply beautiful. ...

In the past, my hometown was a famous sea salt producing area. According to legend, Lv Yijian, Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan, three generations in the Northern Song Dynasty, all worked as salt officials in Xixi, Dongtai, leaving a historical story. When it comes to Xixi ancient town in Dongtai, we have to say that Haichunxuan Tower, a Millennium ancient tower. Haichunxuan Tower is a building in the Tang Dynasty and the first ancient tower in Jiangsu Province. It is built directly on the mud, and it still stands tall after repeated earthquakes and floods, which is a miracle in the architectural world. If you visit Xixi Ancient Town, you can see the beautiful image of Haichunxuan Tower from a distance. Under the blue sky, it is so old and so young.

Also, our Dongtai is one of the cradles of the legend of "immortal couple". There are many place names related to the story of Yong Dong and the Seven Fairies. There are Dongyong's Tomb and Old Sophora in Dongxian Village. A few years ago, in the north of Xixi Ancient Town, Yong Dong Cultural Park was newly built. Walking into this "Grand View Garden" is like walking into the legend of "Fairy Couple", with one scene and one story, which makes people linger.

By the way, we also have a delicious food in Dongtai that haunts wanderers-fish soup noodles, stewed with eel bones and pig bones, white and fresh; Noodles are cut with a knife, and the thickness is even. After the water is cooked, take it out and put it in a bowl filled with fish soup. Sprinkle some parsley, which is really delicious.

Living in this picturesque place, drinking the sweet water of Lixia River and breathing fresh air, who can not love this land?

Hometown is the warmest place in everyone's heart, and homesickness is the purest emotion. I think that no matter where I go in the future, I will love this hot land where I was born and raised.

Hometown, I love you forever!

There is no cloud, no moon, and several lone stars are shining brilliantly, making the night more boundless, distant and deep. Sitting on the old bamboo chair, listening to the creaking of the days, looking at the deep night and facing the old daydream of the old house, I am full of infinite thoughts.

This old house is the dream of the whole family. It is a flowing river that flows in our hearts forever.

The moment the pear plowed the ground, it was buried deep in winter and sowed spring. What I saw early was grandpa's hunchback and taupe hoe. The wrinkles on grandpa's face are as old as the old house, but full of kindness and kindness. Grandpa's life is like this. He dedicated himself selflessly to this family for the party, never complained, and carved his bitterness and hardships into the ancient glacier, buried deep in his heart. In any case, grandpa still faces us with his familiar smiling face, like a tidal sea of flowers, stretching his progressive thoughts.

Sitting on the shore watching the sunset reminds me of you, as warm and gentle as your loving eyes, thank you! Hold up my golden childhood! Let me use a song to express my infinite respect for grandpa!

Xia Feng is blowing a gray alley, where we can't see the birds jumping up and down happily, laughing with their friends. Why did you invite them to the old house? Because in front of the old house, under the big banyan tree, there is a grandmother's hymn!

There are always fireflies carrying lanterns into the old house at night. I suspect that firefly is the fairy of the story that flew out of grandma's toothless mouth. Frogs are quiet and cool, just like grandma's song in a soft dream. Shake a cattail leaf fan and fan My Sweetie's fragrant rice into the door of dreams.

Fireflies must know the story of the old house better than I do. The ballads of the old house must be more familiar than me. Otherwise, why did you fly to tell me that the lotus planted by grandma in the pond has the beauty of blooming.

The birds flew away in laughter and the leaves fell. Grandparents are always waiting for the loneliness of the old house to accompany the old house for generations. But now I have the heart to leave my old house, leaving desolation everywhere and a vacant prosperity.

Flowers bloom and fall, and migratory birds go and return. Let them take my eternal thoughts to another place! The night is still calm, and Xinghan is still brilliant. Outside the window, there is a row of trees that have stood for many years. When I look at you with a person's eyes, I understand that speaking is listening to an old house.

Ah! Old house. Ah! Grandparents. Let me take your warmth to find the happiness of spring!