Seeking 1500 words and loving hometown composition

I love my hometown. Yes! Hometown will always be printed in my heart, not in my dreams!

More than 30 years have passed since I joined the army that year, and I have to go back to my hometown six or seven times at most, or I have to go back because of family affairs. Even the wedding of my brother, nephew, niece, nephew, the third anniversary of the death of my parents and sister, etc., have never been back. It's not that I don't want to go back First of all, I obey my work. Second, I am trapped in the economy. Third, I gave in to the fatigue of the journey. Thought, there are expenses on the road, it is better to send them home to solve practical problems.

Over the years, I have been on business trips many times, and have been to international metropolises such as Beijing, Tianjin and Shanghai, as well as picturesque paradise on earth such as Suzhou and Hangzhou, as well as Huangshan, Hengshan, Taishan and Xishan in Beijing.

But they all feel that there are no beautiful mountains and rivers in their hometown, and there are no mountains and rivers in their hometown.

The towering skyscrapers, the straight and wide roads, the rainbow-like magic and majestic overpass, the river-crossing bridge, the exquisite royal palace, the exquisite ancient gardens, the sunshine on the beach, the fish boats floating on the blue waves, the fragrant lotus flowers on Xizi Lake, the rolling sea of clouds on Huangshan Mountain, the sunrise in Ran Ran, Mount Tai and the lush ginkgo in Confucius' House all seem to have little to do with me as a wanderer!

After living in a foreign land for decades, I have experienced many people and things, and even contacted many department-level cadres of state organs, but how much does this have to do with me? It's just work contact. When my work unit is adjusted and my work changes, these relationships disappear.

The living standard has improved in recent years, and my wife often says, "Everyone has gone out to travel, let's go out and have a look!" " Or "people are flying, let's start!" Colleagues and friends also said, "You have no burden now, it's time to go out and play …" But I always feel that there is nothing like my hometown! My hometown is enough for me to play, swim and turn, so why go far away!

When people are keen on traveling abroad, Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, Sanya, Guilin and Tibet, what I miss most is my hometown.

Beauty is not beautiful, hometown water; Kiss or not, fellow villager. My favorite is my hometown; What I like best is the strong local accent; The closest thing is the villagers.

I love my hometown, which was born in the ditch where I grew up. There are mulberry springs that nourish my growth, ancestors who taught me to be a man, hardworking and kind folks, and brothers and sisters in my hometown.

I love my hometown, I love my hometown, and I can't live without my hometown.

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Peach blossoms are still smiling, but in the spring breeze and winter snow, the villages with peach blossoms are changing. People's faces are still there, but they can't bear the changes of time. 20 1 1 year, when I returned to the village, I suddenly found that things were neither human nor human. Crab-catching streams, fish-catching ponds, running fields, stoves full of old people's riddles, and buttonwood trees hiding endless teachings and stories can't be found now, only desolation is highlighted. When I was young, many old people, neighbors who had been buried for a long time, could tell that I was my sister and one of me just by shouting.

This dream kingdom carries my childhood and my carefree life, and it is still my concern in the distance. Things are wrong, people are wrong, this land I love deeply, things are wrong, people are wrong, I still love this land deeply. I often dream that I am running on the rice straw ridge in my hometown and jumping in the hilly fields. Everything about the village is printed in my mind, and my good friend learned about my childhood paradise from my usual thoughts.

The 7-shaped village-* * * and the village is so small that a village can basically communicate by shouting. There is a stream in the village, less than knee-deep and less than one meter wide. It is said that water comes from a deep well and will never dry up. Water can be drunk. When I was young, some villagers carried water home early in the morning to drink. Most villagers wash clothes and vegetables in this stream, and children swim, catch crabs and fish in it. When I was very young, when I got up early in the morning, my sister and I would come to the river in our household clothes. At that time, along the stream, there will be old people, women and children washing clothes and talking about new things in the village. On summer afternoons, children will huddle in this small river to learn to plan dogs and swim. As the saying goes, soak in autumn by stepping on stones. Although the stream is small, it has never dried up, and there has never been a huge increase in water volume during heavy rain. Fish can be caught in the river, crabs can be caught, and fireflies can be caught in the grass on the river bank. ...

There are two adjacent ponds in the village, which become new bathhouses in summer. During the busy farming season, men, women and children who have been busy in the fields all take a rest after eating and soak in these two muddy bathhouses. In addition to the busy farming season, this is a paradise for children. They often wait for the sun to set near the pond at two or three o'clock until they are soaked in the night, and every pore is covered with mud. Even the mud left in their hair when they fight with mud has returned home.

There is also a big buffalo in the village, which was distributed to several families by my parents. It is said that it is "watching cattle" and has a common humanity, so it can live for a long time. Until it died, it had lived for 22 years. When I was a child, I took this special old buffalo and put it all over the village fields. We became little shepherds, playing in the fields and riding on the backs of cows to go home. Every night, men, women and children in the village will go outside to enjoy the cool. Under the starry sky, the old people will tell me the old story of "A long time ago …" and guess the long-standing riddle. Old people are like a treasure chest with endless stories and riddles.

In 20 10, the memory gap will be closed, the road leading to the stream will be paved with straw, the lonely and long-flowing river will be deserted, and the river will flow slowly. On the barren river bank, only deeper and deeper weeds will tell its changes. There are still ponds on both sides of the road, but the summer evening is quiet and the buffalo has long since died. Childhood villages have fields, rivers and chasing between children. Now the village looks very different. Buildings with red bricks and white walls have replaced the brick walls that were once connected together. The growth of age gradually melted the coat of this beautiful village. There is no village head in the village because hundreds of people are unfriendly; The road in the village has never been repaired, because everyone refuses to pay; A wife in the village who has some influence in the town became a township party secretary. Because a villager was dissatisfied with their superficial work and scolded a few words, he asked his son to call a group of people and fight directly at someone else's house. What I see is a quiet village, full of selfishness, power and desire, and violence. Although the sparrow is small, it has all aspects. The wisdom of the ancients was gradually realized in the process of growing up, and I have to admire it. When lamenting that things are wrong, people are wrong, and when thinking, people will feel sad.

Because of growing up, I am wandering outside, but I miss my family. I no longer miss the peppers, TV and melons at home as I did when I was a child. I miss my family, my grandparents and my parents. I want to spend more time with my grandparents. I want to see the warmth of my parents. I think my mother only wants her daughter to fly outside, but I miss home so much. This is my bondage. I want to go home. Wandering outside, my dreams are full of scenes at home, I don't like the food here, I don't like the weather here, I don't like it ... Everything is fine here, but when I miss home, everything is not satisfactory. Laughing with tears, I said I was doing well, and I often wondered if my parents would still be there when I was old enough to accompany them. It's big enough. We just need to sit around the fire, discuss foreign affairs in the village, recall the past and listen to parents' stories. What a deep feeling family is. Who is in charge of my youth, the key word of making money hard, and the floating around the world, we are destined to only care about it.

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I live in a small mountain village, a beautiful Wujiaping village in Yangjiao Township. It is located on the top of the mountain between Shanxi and Hebei. Looking north from Yangjiao Village, there are a pair of mountains shaped like goat horns, hence the name Yangjiao Village. However, my home, Wujiaping Village, is located in this rolling mountain.

Yangjiao has a long civilization, and the ancient streets in Yang Jiao are full of stones from Gu Xiang. Between the East Pavilion and the West Pavilion in less than a mile, there is a street paved with bluestones. When you walk in the ancient streets of ancient civilization, you can't help but sigh, how charming this mountain village is. Standing here, you will feel the breath of ancient history.

To go to Wujiaping's hometown, you have to walk through a brown stone road with an ancient winding mountain road. Its silence, solemnity, simplicity and massiness are wrapped in the loneliness and suffering of being abandoned! Will make friends far away deeply moved.

Standing in the old place of Huangzeguan, the ravines on both sides are unique. Only the mountain ridge where Huang Ze Pass is located slowly sinks into Hebei until Dongfeng Reservoir, forming a ladder, and a brown stone road with 18 plates in nine miles continues to extend downwards, which makes me sigh the landscape of my hometown.

Beautiful Wujiaping I live in a small mountain village, a beautiful Wujiaping village in Yangjiao Township. It is located on the top of the mountain between Shanxi and Hebei. Looking north from Yangjiao Village, there are a pair of mountains shaped like goat horns, hence the name Yangjiao Village. However, my home, Wujiaping Village, is located in this rolling mountain.

Yangjiao has a long civilization, and the ancient streets in Yang Jiao are full of stones from Gu Xiang. Between the East Pavilion and the West Pavilion in less than a mile, there is a street paved with bluestones. When you walk in the ancient streets of ancient civilization, you can't help but sigh, how charming this mountain village is. Standing here, you will feel the breath of ancient history.

To go to Wujiaping's hometown, you have to walk through a brown stone road with an ancient winding mountain road. Its silence, solemnity, simplicity and massiness are wrapped in the loneliness and suffering of being abandoned! Will make friends far away deeply moved.

Standing in the old place of Huangzeguan, the ravines on both sides are unique. Only the mountain ridge where Huang Ze Pass is located slowly sinks into Hebei until Dongfeng Reservoir, forming a ladder, and a brown stone road with 18 plates in nine miles continues to extend downwards, which makes me sigh the landscape of my hometown.

Wujiaping, a beautiful mountain village, still retains the pattern and style of the ancient village, stone bridge, stone street and even many stone houses where I lived as a child, and stays firmly and quietly with the rural people.

Even so, my home and hometown have a road to prosperity. I hope my hometown will become more and more beautiful, so that the wanderer's heart can have a refuge. I love my home, and I love Xiashuigou Village in Wujiaping, where I was born and raised.