I urgently need a composition from my hometown of Yantai, please provide it! !

The distance from home is the length of eyes.

My hometown is located in Bohai Bay, which is a small island and belongs to Yantai. At the southernmost tip of Yantai, it is very close to Qingdao, just across a bay. At night, standing on the bungalow, you can see the neon-lit Qingdao city across the sea.

This island has a nice name-Magu Island. According to legend, when Ma Gu came back from the flat peach banquet, she passed the sea with the Eight Immortals in Penglai Pavilion, talking and laughing, and accidentally dropped a flat peach given to her by a queen mother. The flat peach fell into the sea, and this beautiful island was born. The island is shaped like a beautiful peach. There is also a Magu Temple on the island. People have worshipped Ma Gu with incense for generations, thanking her for letting us have this beautiful land.

The island is five or six nautical miles from the coast. Mom said that when she got married, she would take a boat every time she went back to her grandmother's house. When the tide ebbs, dad will carry her on his back. Men in other families have no habit of cheating on their daughters-in-law. Several nuns who got married almost at the same time as their mothers (our hometown's nickname for aunts) are envious of their mothers. I can imagine a beautiful young mother lying on her father's back, shy and charming. Unswerving father turned around from time to time, whispered a few words to his mother, made her blush and beat her heart, and always hammered his father a few times. Until 1976, the county sent many migrant workers, and it took a whole year to build a 3-kilometer-long seawall and a 500-meter-long bridge. Mom said that the island sang for three days, which was more lively than the Chinese New Year.

The island is very small, with only 100 households. The old branch secretary said that there were only 49 households at the time of liberation. It takes five minutes to walk from east to west and only ten minutes to walk from south to north. So there are very few children. The primary school was by the sea, with eight tile houses, which was the best house on the island at that time. Only one teacher teaches us. When I was at school, there were eight people, which was the largest number of students. My youngest and oldest osmanthus sister is six years older than me, and only my brother is a boy. The three classrooms in the east are for grade one, grade three and grade five, the ones in the west are for grade two, grade four and kindergarten classes, and the teachers' office and dormitory are in the middle. There are blackboards in the front and back of the classroom. The teacher finished the class for the junior students in front, and then asked the senior students to turn around and give them a lecture. Do homework in the lower grades. I remember that the classroom was always quiet, except for the cadence of the teacher's lecture. I remember that I often secretly turned to attend classes, and the teacher's handwriting was beautiful. Now I think it should be thin gold. For this reason, I was hit with a few chalk heads by the teacher. After that, you should pick it up and send it up.

At that time, teachers on the island had a high status, and everyone on the island respected teachers very much. My teacher at that time, surnamed Cheng, was in his fifties, tall and thin, with a hunchback. Teacher Cheng spoke very slowly and kept smiling at us. The teacher's meal is an important event on the island, and it is delivered door to door. The person sent will have a lot of face. They will take out the white flour that they can't bear to eat at home, wrap jiaozi, roll noodles, and put them in a red paint tray covered with clean white towels. Smelling the delicious food, the children who deliver the food will swallow saliva. But no one dares to taste it. There is little land on the island, white flour is scarce, and there is no shortage of fish and shrimp.

Every day when the sun rises from the sea, the morning glow fills the yard. I have got up and sat quietly under the fig tree knitting a fishing net. My mother will braid my hair in the back. My mother's hands are very clever, and she combs different patterns for me every day. After breakfast, I took my brother to school to catch ducks. Passing through one alley after another, the aunts came out and handed me the duck. There are more and more ducks, quacking like a temple fair. At this time, my brother also came out from home, holding my brother and driving the ducks away with me. We always carry the text on our backs when we walk. When we get to the seaside, we will blow the ducks into the water and then go back to class. When we came home from school, as usual, we drove ducks from one house to another. My brother and I sometimes get a lot of delicious food. If someone gives an apple, it will be a rare enjoyment! As usual, these are my brother's, and my brother and I never want to eat them.

When I was a child, the sea was very clean and beautiful. Blue cool sea water, thin beaches and white seagulls often skim the sea. The sea has given us rich gifts, such as oysters, sea clams, small sea crabs, small conchs, and many things that I can only name in my hometown dialect. In summer, after the low tide, several people arrived at the seaside in a few steps, carrying baskets. Oysters grow on rocks and need to be cut down with special tools. Sea clams are usually buried in the sand under rocks and pulled out by hand, and there are many. Sea crabs and conchs generally grow in muddy places. The little sea crab has a deep hole with two or three exits. I feel stupid until now. I have never reached into a hole to catch a small sea crab, because I can never tell which is the exit and which is the entrance. In addition, small sea crabs are very painful to bite. At this time, my brother always called me a silly girl, grabbed a handful of sea mud and stuck it on my face, then let me sit on the dam and wait for him. I always sit there and sing to my brother. My brother likes me to sing "The Little Girl Who Rides the Sea". Back to the shore, my brother brought me half home. Mom certainly doesn't know yet. But sometimes it comes at a price. I want to help my brother weave a net so that he can go out to play. When the returned seafood is cooked, we can go to the market to sell it. If mom doesn't want the money, we can buy some small picture books that we like. Once I sold more money than usual, and my brother bought me a pair of small hairpin and pink bow. I wore it for many years when I was a child.

My brother called me from Langfang the other day. Speaking of when I was a child, my brother wanted to hear me sing and wanted me to accompany him to catch the sea. Brother, tell me about the Chinese New Year. Let's go back together next year and take the children to catch the sea together. I said yes. I smiled and said that my brother was homesick, and my brother said he wanted to! My tears came down.