Returning to Hometown Poetic Composition Lenovo Writing

1. Composition: Returning to hometown, writing a narrative in the first person based on poetry and reasonable imagination

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When I was a child Hou left his hometown and came back fifty years later. Although my accent has not changed, my temples have turned white. I walked to the entrance of my hometown village and saw a few children. I dismounted and asked the children kindly. Do you know where He Zhizhang’s home is? The child said: "Do you have anything to do with He Zhizhang?" I said: "I am He Zhizhang." The child said: "You are the famous He Zhizhang." The children pulled me to my home, and I finally returned to my home after a long absence. home, so I wrote the poem "Returning to My Hometown".

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When I was young, I left my hometown and worked as an official in the capital. I didn’t expect that this would last 50 years. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and I thought: I’m 86 years old, so I’d better stop being an official and go home to enjoy my life. After thinking about it, he resigned from his official position and embarked on his way home.

Looking at the beautiful scenery on the roadside, thousands of mountains and rivers came into view, and familiar voices came into my ears. I couldn't help but think about my childhood, my relatives and friends. I don’t know how long it took, but I arrived at the door of my hometown. A familiar smell came to my face, and everything in my hometown had not changed. As I walked on the familiar path, scenes from my childhood came to mind again. My hometown has not changed, but the people have. Although my accent has not changed, my temples have turned gray.

Turning into the small alley, I saw great changes all around. Occasionally I meet a few acquaintances, but they no longer recognize me. At this time, many children suddenly ran out in front, and they were playing and playing. When they saw me, they gathered around me and asked with a smile: "Grandpa, where are you from?" "I'm from here!" "Then why haven't we seen you?" After that, they ran away.

"I haven't been back to my hometown for many years. Are my relatives and friends still there?" After thinking about it, he went to look for his relatives.

When I was 36 years old, I left my hometown to serve as an official in the imperial court. I devoted my whole life to serving the imperial court and was highly appreciated by all the emperors of the past. He served the emperors of four dynasties. Time is not forgiving. When I was over 10 years old, I submitted my resignation to the emperor and decided to go home to spend my remaining years in peace and enjoy the happiness of my family! Seeing that I was old, the emperor had no choice but to reluctantly let me return to my hometown and gave me a mirror lake.

When I think that I will soon be able to return to the hometown that I miss day and night and linger in my dreams, my old heart is filled with infinite happiness! I still remember clearly that every time the spring comes, the small village full of poetry and picturesque scenery is located under the green mountain. At the entrance of the village, a group of children were playing and playing; on the trees, groups of birds were singing happily; small golden thatched houses dotted the green land; black and white piglets and old cows were playing happily on the ground. The children are running around; the hard-working women are sitting in front of their homes and weaving; the strong men are working tirelessly to plow the fields outside, and from time to time there are little sparrows coming to make trouble!

Alas, I was young when I left my hometown, but now my hair is gray, my spirit has long been lost, and I have become a useless old piece of wood!

It is rare that the emperor and all the civil and military officials can respect me as always and see me off. Saying goodbye to the monarchs and ministers who lived with me day and night, I climbed mountains and waded all the way to this small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers that I had not seen for many years, and returned to my lovely hometown. The fatigue of traveling all the way is already too much for me, an old man who is over 10 years old. When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I staggered to a big rock and sat down. I can't help but think of the past events of drinking, writing poems, and playing chess with my companions for fun. How wonderful it was then! Look now, my body is weak! My hair is also gray! Why does time pass so fast? Just like a small river, it flows quietly and quickly. Time is really unforgiving!

Suddenly, a group of lively, cute, innocent and naughty children ran over and surrounded me. They looked up and down curiously and asked questions.

One of the children squeezed in front of me, stared at my long beard, and asked with a smile: "Grandpa, where did you come from? Where are you going? Do you need our help?" The children's innocence and enthusiasm are infectious. He left me, but now when I return to my hometown, I have become a stranger! I can't help but feel sad. Recalling the good friends I grew up with in my hometown, I could only ask the children with a smile: "Children, I want to ask you something..." Before I could finish speaking, the children rushed to say "You are also a local! Tell me! We will do our best!" I said happily: "I am asking you about someone, and I heard a letter from my family saying that your children call him grandpa!" The children said in unison: "I know, I know, his home is at the east end of the village!" "Grandpa, let's take you there!" As I spoke, two children helped me and ran straight to the east end of the village. For a moment, I thought, sadness came to my heart, why is life so short? How long can I have left? 50 years have passed like this. When I left, these children, not even the father of these children, were born! How could they possibly know me? It's true: "When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades... When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guests are from." 2. The composition is adapted from the ancient poem "Returning to Hometown"

[The composition is adapted from the ancient poem "The Return to Hometown"] In the setting sun, there is a long field road, with green crops growing as far as the eye can see. The composition is adapted from the ancient poem "The Return to Hometown".

I'm finally back! He Zhizhang said with excitement that a little boy came over and asked him: Grandpa, where are you from? He Zhizhang smiled and replied: My hometown is here. He went to Dongcheng when he was young and came back when he was old. The boy asked again: Then, grandpa, will you go back to Dongcheng? He Zhizhang said: I won’t go back, I won’t go back, I will live here from now on and will never go back to Dongcheng again. Grandpa, how long have you been in Dongcheng? He Zhizhang said: It has been nearly 40 years. The little boy said: 40 years! He Zhizhang said: Well, I have missed my hometown every day for the past 40 years, and today, I finally came back. Grandpa, you must be tired after walking for so long, right? Come to my house and have a rest, okay? He Zhizhang said: Haha, okay, the composition for the fourth grade of elementary school is "Composition: Rewriting the Ancient Poetry "Ou Shu" on Returning to Hometown". The little boy said again: You must have many interesting anecdotes and stories, right? Tell me, okay? OK! He Zhizhang said.

They laughed as they walked and disappeared into the beautiful sunset...

Fourth grade of Dehui Experimental Primary School: Liu Silin 3. How to write this ancient poem "Returning to Hometown" into a composition? Write

One morning, an old man returned to his hometown. His hair on his temples had turned white, and his beard was also white, but he was in good spirits. He was the great poet He Zhizhang.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw the willow tree. It had long branches hanging down, like a green curtain, and it was dazzlingly green. He remembered the poem "Ode to the Willows".

He patted the old tree and said, "Old friend, you are still young, but I am old." He walked further and saw a group of children, one of whom ran over and asked He Zhizhang, He said, "Grandpa, where are you from?" He Zhizhang said, "I'm from the imperial court!" But the accent of his hometown has not changed. The children thought it was strange. How could he return to our dialect? Said: "I heard my grandfather said that there is a friend from the imperial court.

Are you his friend?" He Zhizhang said: "I am from the imperial court." The child said; " You wait here for a while, I'll go find your grandpa."

The child's grandpa came out, and he looked like an old friend. The grandfather talked to He Zhizhang for a long time. He Zhizhang said: "Where is my old house? Take me to take a look." My grandfather said: "Okay, I will take you to see how your old house is doing." When he arrived at He Zhizhang's old house, He Zhizhang entered the house, looked left and right, and said, "My old house has not changed much!" At this time, he picked up a brush and wrote the words "Returning to Hometown". Poem: "When a young boy leaves home and his elder comes back, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades.

Children who don't recognize each other smile and ask where the guest is from.".

4. Rewrite the composition of "Returning to Hometown"

[Rewrite the composition of "Returning to Hometown"] Once upon a time, there was a young man named He Zhizhang. "Odd Book" composition. Day after day, year after year, He Zhizhang returned to his hometown when he got old. But when he returned to his hometown, he was shocked to see bright red flowers blooming, and pieces of willow trees. The leaves are green, the ears of rice in the fields are golden, and in the distance, there is a blue lake, with fish swimming happily in the water all year round. At this time, a child jumped and ran He came over and asked with a smile: "Guest, where are you from? Who are you looking for?" He Zhizhang smiled and said: "Don't you recognize me?" The child scratched his scalp and tilted his head. He Zhizhang wrote this ancient poem when he returned home: When a young boy left home, his boss returned, his local pronunciation did not change, his hair on his temples faded. When children saw each other but did not recognize each other, they smiled and asked where the guests were from. He rewrote "Returning to Hometown" "Book" composition of 200 words. 5. Rewrite the occasional letter about returning home into a composition

The willows are leaning on the willows, and the wild geese are flying south. He Zhizhang has received the emperor's consent to retire and return to his hometown. He dreamed of his hometown countless times in his dreams. When he thought of this time Not to mention how happy I was to go home, it was like returning to my childhood. He Zhizhang recalled the scene when the young man studied hard and became an official. In the blink of an eye, he had been an official in the court for fifty-six years. He is eighty-six years old this year. But he couldn't change the accent of his hometown. When he looked in the mirror, he saw that his temples had turned white, and he was no longer as young and energetic as when he took office. He Zhizhang was riding on horseback, returning home like an arrow. After traveling thousands of miles, he laughed all the way and even sang his self-composed "Ode to the Willows". He finally returned to his hometown where he reunited after a long absence. He smelled the fresh air and the tranquility of his hometown. He tasted the clear spring in his hometown and it was... It was so sweet. Touching the soil in his hometown, he felt it was so fragrant. The country roads were still so winding. The scene of him carrying his schoolbag to school as a child seemed to reappear in front of his eyes. He touched the old willow tree and felt that it was so sweet. He said to himself: Do you still recognize me? But I still miss you. I still miss every plant and tree in my hometown. Do people in my hometown still recognize me? At this time, a group of children saw He Zhizhang walking back and forth with extraordinary behavior and high energy. They thought he had come from other places and had lost his way. They surrounded him and asked questions. One little boy asked innocently: "Grandpa "Where are you from? Are you lost?" He Zhizhang was stunned, and then said: "Children, I am from Yongxing, Yuezhou, and this is my hometown!" He burst into tears. The little boy still smiled and asked: "Why haven't we seen you? Then you must be from the capital, right?" He Zhizhang replied cheerfully: "I am from the capital. I also took the exam when I was your age. I haven't come back since I left, so of course you haven't seen me! "Then why don't you settle down in the capital? The capital is so luxurious! "The other boys asked. He Zhizhang said: "No matter how good the capital is, it is not as good as my hometown! Big trees also know that fallen leaves return to their roots, not to mention us humans? He Zhizhang said with emotion. Suddenly, a little boy said: "I heard my grandfather said that there is a high-ranking official in the capital, who is from here. His name is He Zhizhang. Is it you?" "He nodded. "So it's you! Grandpa, please stay at my house these days! Find a place to stay later! My grandpa is very enthusiastic, maybe you know him too! "" He Zhizhang was very moved. Later, He Zhizhang really saw his childhood playmate, who was the child's grandfather. He simply couldn't believe it was true. He Zhizhang was at the little boy's house that night, and he wrote a poem in excitement. The famous "Book of Returning to Hometown": When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guests are from. 6. Based on poetic sentiment and reasonable imagination, write a narrative about returning home in the first person.

I left my hometown to serve as an official in the imperial court when I was 36 years old, and devoted my whole life to serving the imperial court. Won the appreciation of successive emperors.

He served the emperors of four dynasties. Time is not forgiving. When I was over 10 years old, I submitted my resignation to the emperor and decided to go home to spend my remaining years in peace and enjoy the happiness of my family! Seeing that I was old, the emperor had no choice but to reluctantly let me return to my hometown and gave me a mirror lake.

When I think that I will soon be able to return to the hometown that I miss day and night and linger in my dreams, my old heart is filled with infinite happiness! I still remember clearly that every time the spring comes, the small village full of poetry and picturesque scenery is located under the green mountain. At the entrance of the village, a group of children were playing and playing; on the trees, groups of birds were singing happily; small golden thatched houses dotted the green land; black and white piglets and old cows were playing happily on the ground. The children are running around; the hard-working women are sitting in front of their homes and weaving; the strong men are working tirelessly to plow the fields outside, and from time to time there are little sparrows coming to make trouble! Alas, I was still young when I left my hometown, but now my hair is gray, my spirit has long been lost, and I have become a useless old piece of wood! It is rare that the emperor and the civil and military officials can still respect me as always and see me off.

Saying goodbye to the monarchs and ministers who lived with me day and night, I traveled all the way through mountains and rivers to this small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers that I had not seen for many years, and returned to my lovely hometown. The fatigue of traveling all the way is already too much for me, an old man who is over 10 years old.

When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I staggered to a big stone and sat down. I can't help but think of the past events of drinking, writing poems, and playing chess with my companions for fun.

How wonderful it was then! Look now, my body is weak! My hair is also gray! Why does time pass so fast? Just like a small river, it flows quietly and quickly. Time is really unforgiving! Suddenly, a group of lively, cute, innocent and naughty children ran over and surrounded me. They looked up and down curiously and asked questions.

One of the children squeezed in front of me, stared at my long beard, and asked with a smile: "Grandpa, where did you come from? Where are you going? Do you need our help?" The innocence and enthusiasm of the children infected me, but now when I return to my hometown, I have become a stranger! I can't help but feel sad. Recalling the good friends I grew up with in my hometown, I could only ask the children with a smile: "Children, I want to ask you something..." Before I could finish speaking, the children rushed to say "You are also a local! Tell me! We will do our best!" I said happily: "I am asking you about someone, and I heard a letter from my family saying that your children call him grandpa!" The children said in unison: "I know, I know, his home is at the east end of the village!" "Grandpa, let's take you there!" As I spoke, two children helped me and ran straight to the east end of the village.

I thought for a moment, and sadness came to my heart. Why is life so short? How long can I have left? 50 years have passed like this. When I left, these children, not even the father of these children, were born! How could they possibly know me? It's true: "When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guests are from." 7. Rewrite the composition of "The Return to Hometown"

[Rewrite the composition of "The Return to Hometown"]

Once upon a time, there was a young man named He Zhizhang. He went to take the first prize exam and then left. After returning to his hometown, he rewrote the composition of "Odd Book on Returning Hometown". Day after day, year after year, He Zhizhang got old and returned to his hometown. But when he returned to his hometown, he was shocked. The flowers were blooming bright red, the leaves of the willow trees were green, the ears of rice in the fields were golden, and in the distance, there was a blue lake. , there are fish swimming happily in the water all year round. At this time, a child jumped over and asked with a smile: "Guest, where are you from? Who are you looking for?" He Zhizhang smiled and said: "Don't you recognize me?" The child scratched his scalp and tilted his head. First, the sixth-grade primary school composition "Rewriting the "Returning to Hometown" Composition". He Zhizhang wrote this ancient poem when he returned home: When I was young, I left home and my boss came back, but my local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded. Children who don't recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.

Rewrite the composition of "The Odd Book on Returning to Hometown" with 200 words 8. The composition of "The Odd Book on Returning to Hometown"

[The composition of "The Odd Book on Returning to Hometown"] When I was a child, I was still a little naughty boy, and in a blink of an eye I was already a gray-haired boy. Cang Cang old man, composition of "Returning to Hometown". I still remember that when I was young, I entered the examination room, won the Jinshi, and became an official in Beijing. Before leaving, I rode a mule and walked slowly with my clothes. , my eyes filled with tears, and I reluctantly said goodbye to my family. Looking at their departing figures, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. I arrived in the capital, became an official, and did many good things for the people. I also saw many places in the countryside. For products that I couldn’t see, I sent letter after letter to my family, telling them that I was living well in Beijing. One day, my son sent a A letter was given to me, saying that I had lost my grandson. When I looked in the mirror, it turned out that my hair was gray and my vision was blurry. I resigned from my job and returned to my hometown. At the entrance of the village, I saw a child. Asked me: "Old man, where are you from?" "I came back from the capital to reunite with my family." "Are you He Zhizhang?" "I am." "Dad! Grandpa is back, grandpa is back "Dad! You are finally back." My son said excitedly. My family asked me to go to the house to rest. I said, "I don't want to play with my grandson!" After that, I started playing with my grandson. A 300-word essay on "Returning to My Hometown". 9. Returning to Hometown

The wind gently blew through the grass, and the mist was hazy.

On the top of the mountain, I could vaguely see the silhouette of a person, lonely and sad. Riding a horse in the breeze.

Looking at this long-lost hometown, he had a lot of thoughts in his heart. This person is He Zhizhang, who left his hometown at a young age to study.

He became a famous writer in the Tang Dynasty because of his poem about Liu Yi. Year after year, it passed like this.

The aging on his face can already tell his age. Weathered! The black hair I had back then has turned into white hair! That face was full of infinite sadness, even though he now has a house full of children and grandchildren.

But I can never forget it. I can never forget the mountains, rivers, plants and trees of my hometown.

There are also the memories and playmates of the past. Thinking of this, crystal tears dropped from the corners of his eyes.

He sighed; familiar yet strange hometown! I'm finally back. For decades.

I am getting older, but you haven’t changed at all. Things are different and people are different! He looked up and saw a man about his age walking in the distance.

He walked over slowly and looked at He Zhizhang carefully. He opened his mouth and said: Brother Zhizhang, you are back.

We haven’t seen each other for several years! He Zhizhang was confused and asked: Who are you? The old man said: Brother Zhizhang, I am your childhood playmate. Don't you remember me? I am Haoxuan! He Zhizhang suddenly realized: It turns out to be Brother Haoxuan. My wife has not come back. Look at my memory.

How rude and disrespectful! Haoxuan said: It's okay, now that you're back, come to my house! Let's talk about what happened in the past few years! After that, he took He Zhizhang's hand and walked slowly towards his home. When we arrived at his house, a group of children came over and asked: Grandpa, who are you? Where does it come from? What to do? The sadness appeared on He Zhizhang's face again.

Haoxuan saw something and said: This is my friend, go and play! The children left in a sensible manner. After dinner, He Zhizhang's mind was filled with what happened today, and he took up his pen and wrote "The Return to Hometown Puppet Book" ================= ====We are the gorgeous dividing line============================Dear friends, I have time at the beginning of my first composition. We’ll be patient with you if we publish more novels. 10. Xiangyin - "Returning to Hometown" was adapted into a composition

Because He Zhizhang became a Jinshi at the age of thirty-seven, he shed tears and said goodbye to his hometown. He said: "We say goodbye today, when will we see you again?" He Zhizhang has been in a foreign land for 43 years. He cried and said: "The days have been long for 43 years. I have gone home to visit my hometown. I wonder how my old friends are doing? What a great change! I am over eighty years old. I have abandoned my official position and returned to my hometown. I don't know how my friends are doing. The leaves have fallen and I have returned to my roots. I must go back to my hometown!" After saying that, he got on the carriage and drove away.

Mr. He's temples have turned white. Seeing that he has set foot on the country, he can't help but feel a little prosperous and a little depressed. The local pronunciation has not changed, but the rural scenery has greatly changed. The rural houses are bigger and wider; the rural roads are cleaner and wider.

Mr. He said with a smile: "My hometown has undergone tremendous changes. I have been away from my hometown for many years. I am sad and happy, but it is also a great joy for me to return to my hometown!" Mr. He stepped on the rural road. , two children were playing marbles with great interest. When they saw Mr. He coming, they couldn't help but feel a little strange. The naughty boy laughed and said, "I wonder where this distinguished guest is coming from?" Mr. He also smiled and said, "I am a native of this country.

Because I have been away from home for many years and am working as an official, I am both happy and sad at the same time! "Another naughty boy said: "Where is the sadness and where is the joy?" Mr. He said: "I am sad that I have been away from home for many years. When I see my hometown today, it makes me cry when I think about being homesick day and night. I am so happy that I have finally returned to my hometown. The leaves have fallen and I have returned to my roots. I can see the dramatically changed scenery and hear the familiar sounds of my hometown. "