A little practice of nostalgia and impressions of old houses

Impressions of Xiao Lianbi’s Old House About Nostalgia 1

Hometown is always so beautiful, making people fascinated and unable to extricate themselves, whether it is scenic spots or small bridges and flowing water. , can leave people with the most beautiful memories.

In my hometown, there was a sage who was famous throughout the ages - Zhu Xi. His grandmother is buried on the mountain in my hometown. In the second year of Jiaqing, Emperor Ningzong of the Song Dynasty gave Zhu Xi the posthumous title of "Wen Gong", and the mountain has since been called "Wen Gong Mountain".

Although Wengong Mountain is not as majestic as Mount Tai or as steep as Mount Huashan, it is still beautiful. This unique beauty attracts many literati every year to stop here to watch and feel the cultural atmosphere of thousands of years ago. Although I couldn't meet Zhu Xi on the mountain, the fresh air in the mountain moved me forward.

On the top of the mountain, the saint's grandmother is buried, surrounded by 16 cedar trees. At that time, Zhu Xi planted 24 fir trees with his own hands according to the Bagua diagram around his ancestral tomb, symbolizing the "Twenty-four Filial Piety". This filial piety is really touching.

"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never relax, and take root in the broken rocks." Bamboo represents the spirit of the Chinese people - toughness. At the same time, it also has an artistic flavor, and together with plum blossoms, orchids and chrysanthemums, it is called the "Four Gentlemen". This is the case with the bamboo forest in Wengong Mountain. Sometimes I talk about the beauty of life with the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, sometimes I stand opposite Zheng Banqiao, reciting "Bamboo and Stone", and feel the bamboo's "no matter how the wind blows from the southeast to the northwest."

In the hidden banana forest, There is a small academy, enveloped by the breath of the mountain, forming a unique clear stream. With eyes closed, Zhu Xi seems to be sitting on it, explaining the principles of life. When I left, his sincere teachings were still echoing in my ears.

As time goes by, the beauty of my hometown remains unchanged; as time goes by, what cannot be erased is the memory of my hometown. A short practice on nostalgia, Old House Impression 2

A poem about homesickness and an article full of longing touched our hearts.

Today, with the strong feeling of homesickness, we carried out a comprehensive learning class activity to show everyone’s different feelings in this activity. Let me introduce it below.

First of all, a beautiful and affectionate recitation made people feel the longing for their hometown. Where did this natural sound come from? It is like a clear spring, like sweet rain and dew, a ray of warm sunshine... Haha, of course this is none other than Wang Ying, Deng Ruobing and Wen Hanwen. Then, I heard the host Ding Rui say passionately: "Now, I would like to invite Mao Hanmin and other four students to perform for us the textbook play - Plum Blossom Soul." The wonderful performances of the four students made me feel like scenes were unfolding. In front of my eyes, I also felt the grandfather in the play's longing for the motherland, and his love for the motherland was deeply imprinted in my heart. Finally, a poem full of homesickness evoked everyone present’s longing for their hometown. I was immersed in a deep sense of homesickness, recalling the happy times I spent in my hometown. The event came to an end with a strong sense of homesickness.

After this activity, I learned that people who are drifting away always miss their hometown deeply and care endlessly about their relatives... No matter where they go, they always have their hometown in their hearts. 's home. A little practice on nostalgia Old House Impression 3

"Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away..." Whenever I hear this song, I will think of my hometown.

The river in my hometown is quiet and beautiful, crystal clear, as transparent as a flawless jadeite. Reminds me of Zhu Xi's "Ask where the spring is so clear? Come for the source of living water." In the early morning, the diffuse water mist is like a layer of gauze, covering the river. Looking down the river, the water and the sky meet, it's all misty. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun slants on the river, making the waves sparkling. The cool river breeze blows slowly, so intoxicating and inspiring.

The mountains in my hometown are towering and the trees are green. Like a vigorous and handsome male soldier, he stands on the land of his hometown. The trees in the mountains are full of vitality, the grass is green, and the flowers are colorful. Everywhere is full of birdsong and fragrance of flowers, which is a gorgeous and colorful scenery.

Walking on the forest path, stepping on the green grass, smelling the fragrant flowers, admiring the vigorous and tall green pines, and breathing in the fresh mountain air, who can not get into that infinite reverie?

As I thought about it, the tears of homesickness just fell down my face. Looking back at those simple and amiable figures, they were like a flock of geese flying across the sky towards their home. There are green grass, red flowers, and little babies called parents, with their smiles as bright as flowers. There are green mountains, green water and the tears of old parents. There are high and low roads, and there are also those childhood playmates, chasing the cows and sheep on the east mountain at sunrise, singing and laughing to learn.

And, and... people who go home, where is home? When can I go home? "Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away..." The song "Olive Tree" once again brought back my memories. A short practice on nostalgia. Impression of the old house 4

A clear river is sandwiched between the beauty of two mountains. My father-in-law and fellow villagers live on the river bank. Living in this peaceful and sweet land, I feel infinite joy and happiness.

In the morning, I got up early, climbed up the green hills, breathed the fresh air, and integrated myself into the beauty of nature. After a while, a dazzling red sun rose from the sea in the east, and the light shone on the top of the mountain, dyeing it red. The sun gradually rose and soon illuminated every corner of my hometown, driving away the dewdrops that had been sleeping in the flowers all night. Everything in the world woke up, and the whole hometown suddenly became active. In the mountains and on the ridges of the fields, there are figures who get up early and work everywhere. Their sweat is sprinkled in the sky and the earth, but it is the harvest in the autumn season.

In a hurry, people have just sown the seeds of spring. It seems that before they have time to take stock, the lively summer has arrived.

Although it is hot in summer, there are white clouds that block the sun for me, tall banyan trees that cast green shade on me, and lively scenes that relieve my boredom. Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, my hometown will never forget to hold a "Dragon Boat Race". At that time, many old people came to watch the competition and watch the young men shuttle on the river. They showed their youth and vitality vividly and brought endless fun to people. pleasure.

The autumn wind blows, and my hometown brings me the joy of harvest: winter is coming, and my hometown brings me full warmth. My hometown is deeply engraved in the depths of my soul: in the seasons of frustration, he brings me comfort; in the days of success, he enjoys happiness with me.

In the colorful life, hometown is the most beautiful color: among the five flavors of life, hometown is the most fragrant flavor. To appreciate your hometown is to appreciate a beautiful painting.

Beautiful hometown, it is you who gave me life, allowing me to walk in the colorful world again: Beautiful hometown, it is you who gave me the courage to let me live in the days of loss. To be able to stand up again. A short practice on nostalgia, Impression of the old house 5

I always believe that no matter where a person goes, his hometown is always a place he deeply misses. I always recall the purity and innocence of my childhood in the dead of night. Maybe it’s because my hometown once carried my greatest ideals and most sincere friendship, or maybe it’s because I have an inseparable bond with my hometown, so my affection for my hometown has always increased. 2. I love my hometown, I love Xiyang, and I love the place where I grew up. No matter where I go, I can never forget my hometown.

In the past, when I was studying abroad, from kindergarten to the fourth grade of elementary school, I was always deeply attached to my hometown. Whenever the bright moon rises and casts a faint light on the earth, the feeling of missing my hometown will become thicker. At that time, I always longed to have a pair of white wings, fly and fly, fly back to my hometown... Three "Misty rain in the mountains, blue water, ancient temple gardens, flood ponds, stone horses and cold clouds, flowers and trees in the past sun, snow on pine peaks" , Gaoluo Qifeng", these scenic spots that make people linger and forget to leave, how can they not make people admire them? "The five-color elixir flower was passed down from the past sun, but now the red and white ones are still fragrant. The fragrance is in the true fairyland of Brahma, and the brilliant clouds reflect above." "Three thousand flowers are bounded by the vast road, and the aliens are passed down from the past sun. When spring comes, the brocade curtains are divided into five colors, The fragrant flowers bloom on the sleeves, and the beautiful faces and smiles are as beautiful as the sun. They are all good at dancing in the wind. Who knows that Luoyang is so popular that the pavilions in the old days are desolate? Stop and admire. "The road winds around dangerous peaks and is difficult to climb. Thousands of pines surround the stone ridges. Three winters of snow have accumulated in the deep rocks, and June ice still remains in the ravines.

The clouds are so cold that they cannot fly, and the frost is still wet and still congealing. When the morning comes, my heart is thirsty due to the summer heat, and I want to take advantage of the cold to dispel the gloomy steam. "How can I not be proud of the wonderful scenery of pine peaks covered with snow? It's so beautiful! 4. "Hometown, hometown, my beloved hometown!" The mountains and rivers in my hometown are beautiful, my hometown, my hometown, my beloved hometown! I can’t forget the delicious food in my hometown...” Impressions of Xiao Lianbi’s old house about nostalgia 6

My hometown - Yangzhou has a long history, with thousand-year-old monuments like Daming Temple; Yangzhou has picturesque scenery and the Slender West Lake Such great scenery; Yangzhou has many delicious foods, including classic delicacies such as lion head. Today I will introduce to you a delicacy that we Yangzhou people are proud of.

As a Yangzhou native, this dish is delicious. Food is our "business card". How can any tourist from other places not try it?

The lion head looks like a huge planet in a galaxy, with some brown vegetables around it. The rich soup makes visitors salivate and want to take a sip. This soup is delicious and addictive whether it is soaked with rice or drunk alone. Looking at the green vegetables, just a few pieces taste oily but not greasy. It’s not oily, refreshing and has an endless aftertaste. It’s a perfect match when topped with marinade! It also adds a bit of green to the dish, which is very beautiful and is good news for vegetarians.

The main dish is the lion's head! I think it's called "lion's head" because it's very big, just like a lion's head. If you look at its appearance first, you can poke out a small one when you touch it lightly with chopsticks. The hole, followed by its thick soup, flowed out from the hole like a clear spring. It can be seen that it has completely absorbed the soup and reached a "peak" state that looks like a circle but is not round. The sphere is made of the best black pork, the essence of various spices and the chef's exquisite skills. When you take a bite, the soup immediately "explodes" in your mouth, and the meat is soft but hard, and hard. It's soft, and if you taste it carefully, you can taste the sweetness, which is endless.

Our family also bought a lion head, which can be said to be the best. The chef's hands transformed into a delicious lion's head, ah! Yangzhou, how can you have such delicious food?

Yangzhou, a city that arouses my taste buds and nostalgia. 7

Chang'an Street is in a state of depression and decline, and the people are complaining.

All of this is related to the current saint, who drinks and has fun all day long and is greedy for beauty. I have no intention of paying attention to the affairs of the court. I was summoned to the palace with the intention of admonishing the emperor and serving the court, but this foolish king asked me to devote all my efforts to writing poems to win the favor of my concubine. How could I serve the imperial court in this way if I have been innocent all my life?

In the end, I loudly chanted, "I laughed up at the sky and went out. How can I be a Penghao person?" " Then he flicked his long sleeves and left the palace with full of anger.

Now, standing aimlessly on the street, I suddenly smelled a long-lost fragrance. It turned out to be the long-lost fragrance. The smell of wine! I walked in excitedly. When I stumbled back to the hut after drinking, it was already night.

I leaned on the bed and looked at the light shining in the crescent moon. Oh, that was what Crescent Moon gave me, but why didn't it give me more? But even that little bit made me feel extremely warm.

I gently opened the window and looked out the window. Frost on the ground. Is it really frost? I rubbed my eyes hard and found that it was a patch of gentle moonlight, even and bright.

Jingjing looked out of the window and stared. The moon is out of reach. It is beautiful. It has a pure heart. How many people have praised it gently. It is still not proud or complacent. It always sticks to its responsibilities. It knows that this is a kind of kindness. Sacred mission.

Unknowingly, my neck became stiff. I slowly lowered my head, and my mind suddenly reflected my old mother, who had worked so hard to raise me up. The elders in my hometown suddenly felt sad, and their vision gradually blurred. I reached out and wiped it, and it turned out to be tears! About the nostalgia of Xiao Lianbi’s old house 8

The perseverance, bravery and simplicity of the people of Shaoxing. Kindness has long been integrated into the blood and has been passed down from generation to generation.

——Inscription

Shaoxing has a vast land, rich resources, pleasant scenery, ancient history and profound traditional culture, and is home to hard-working people. It is known as the "Land of Fish and Rice". My hometown is located in this beautiful and magical place.

The houses in my hometown are built of bricks, with white walls and black tiles, rising from the ground, telling a long history and giving off an ancient atmosphere. People live near the water. The willows and willows are graceful by the river. The river is as gentle as water, but there is no ferocity of floods. There is only hard work here, and there are very few natural and man-made disasters.

In my hometown, if a family gives birth to a daughter, they will bury a jar of wine at the door of the house, and wait until the day when the daughter grows up and gets married, and then take it out to celebrate. After more than ten or even twenty years of storage, the rice wine brewed from Jianhu water has not only not destroyed the original taste, but has become more mellow and sweet. "This wine should only be found in heaven, how many times can we taste it on earth?" This kind of wine is famous both at home and abroad, and is the famous "Nerve Red".

The stinky tofu in my hometown is an incredible snack. The golden stinky tofu, plus sweet sauce, smells stinky and tastes delicious, and you will never enjoy it! This is a major feature of my hometown. Look at those strings of stinky tofu, don’t they represent the gold-like hearts of the people in my hometown?

The people in my hometown work at sunrise and rest at sunset. The seeds of simplicity and kindness are sown in the land of hope along with their sweat, along with their yearning and yearning! This is how the people in their hometown use their hard-working hands to create one myth after another and one after another. Legend! Impressions of Nostalgic Xiao Lianbi Old House 9

Whenever the bright moon sheds the last ray of moonlight on the earth, the sky begins to gradually take off its black clothes, revealing the white jade body, and the morning begins. has arrived. It's just dawn, and even the roosters haven't crowed yet! Who is "playing the piano" in the woods with his little feet on the fallen leaves? Leave every footprint? oh. It turns out that it is a group of naughty and innocent children who are causing trouble! Racing on country roads, chasing and playing hide-and-seek in the rice fields, and catching shrimps and small rainfish by the creek in front of and behind the house are all their happy games. This can be said to be a natural playground for children. Unknowingly, it was time to go to school again. The children picked up their schoolbags, took three steps and two steps at a time, and ran to the school one after another.

At noon, the women held the fragrant and hot food in their hands and shouted: "Child, come back quickly, mom has stewed chicken for you!" When the children heard this voice, they jumped up and down. I ran home in a hurry, sat down on the bench, took the chicken legs in one hand, and the chicken wings in the other. I took a bite from the left and nibbled from the right. There was still hot chicken soup in the bowl! This is really a "little slanderous cat" worthy of the name! The afterglow of the sunset in the evening reflected on the children's faces, their little cheeks were flushed, and they walked through the country road again.

At this moment, the family The family was cooking on the fire, and billowing white smoke came out of the chimney. The family sat together happily, talking and laughing, how lively it was! As night fell, it was another bright and starry night, and the villagers were all excited. Entering a sweet dreamland, the chirping of insects, frogs and the crisp sound of the stream formed a beautiful lullaby. I have listened to the majestic and powerful march and the cheerful "Swan Lake", but I am fascinated by this natural and beautiful song. I have a special liking for melodious songs. The colorful, free and beautiful life of rural people is so desirable and longing for me! I love this unique rural beauty, but I love the simple quality of rural people even more. Impression of Xiao Lianbi's Old House 10

The clouds of my hometown are floating in the sky, and they keep calling me. When the breeze around me blows gently, there is a voice calling me, come back, come back. . The loud singing sounded in my ears, arousing my thoughts, where is my hometown? Where am I going? Oh, I have not left my hometown, this is the place where I was born and raised - Luohe.

For those who wander overseas, my hometown is clouds, and for me, who was born and raised here, my hometown is love. There are two rivers here that meet in my hometown, namely Lihe River and Shahe River. Together they are Shali River, which is built along the river. The park has beautiful scenery. Every time I play here, I will be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and leave behind memories of growing up.

Every time in spring, my parents and I would fly kites on the lawn. , I watched the kite slowly float into the sky under the spring breeze, constantly changing its posture in the sky. No matter how the kite changed, the string was always tightly held in my hand.

Thinking about me growing up, there were laughter and tears. When I didn't want to do my homework, facing my father's stern eyes and my mother's scolding, I would finish my homework seriously when I was tired of it; when I made progress, Mom and dad always send words of praise. I am like a kite in the sky, wanting to fly higher, but my heart is always clutched by my parents. No matter how high I fly, that line will always be in my hometown. This line embodies my homesickness and nostalgia. Nostalgia.

As I grow older, the joy of childhood flows away and becomes my permanent memory. But when I am bored, I can always think of the kite flying in the sky in my childhood. Perhaps, that kite carries the most beautiful dream of my childhood, as well as my most beautiful love for my hometown. No matter where I go, there is a kite in my heart, which is my nostalgia. A brief practice on nostalgia. Impressions of the old house 11

My hometown is an ordinary village. There are no historical sites with long history and no unique scenery, but to me, it is still very beautiful.

In the early morning, I stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the harvest of corn. The endless fields were covered with yellow shirts. A breeze blew by, and the corns were waving their long sleeves and dancing in the field. The green grass contributes its sweetness, and the flowers contribute its fragrance. Walking alone in the fields is a most leisurely thing.

The sky in my hometown is blue, with less pollution from factories and less exhaust emissions from cars. Even the clouds in the sky are so white, and even the air is filled with the fragrance of dust. There is nothing more pleasant than lying among the shady trees, listening to the chirping of birds and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants.

The people in my hometown are harmonious. Every evening, every household will sit on the big smooth rocks with their rice bowls in hand, chatting and laughing with their neighbors. Whenever people in the village have troubles or need help, not only all men, women and children in the village go there, but half of the people in the village go to help resolve conflicts or troubles, and sometimes provide some help.

People have roots just like trees, and that root is our hometown. No matter how our hometown changes or changes in the future, we will never forget the land where we were born and raised. A short practice on nostalgia. Impression of the old house 12

The old house has always been a place that haunts me.

Rows of low and simple old houses with white walls and black tiles have been completely renewed. The high eaves and corners draw beautiful arcs in the blue sky, as fresh and elegant as ink paintings. . There is a two-story building in the middle of the old house. The old-fashioned doors and windows are firmly inlaid on the whitewashed walls. Industrious spiders are weaving beautiful dreams on the windows. This is the old house that we have not lived in for a long time.

Next to the old house is a newly renovated wide road along the river. On the left side of the road, there is an ancient arched bridge spanning the narrow Clipper River like a green ribbon. I like to walk back and forth on the stone bridge with my friends. The ancient stone slabs sing softly, as if a kind old man is echoing our laughter. On the other side of the road, on the brand new river railing, several colorful new quilts were drying in the sun. In the distance, there were a few tall green trees standing in an open space. Rows of fitness equipment were scattered under the trees. We ran across the bridge. We rushed to play on the swings and somersaulted on the horizontal and parallel bars, and our cheerful figures were left on the seesaw...

Oh, what a peaceful and elegant ancient village scenery! A short practice on nostalgia Impressions of the old house 13

When I returned to my hometown again, I was no longer the ignorant child I was back then.

Walking on the path I used to walk, I saw a bridge in the middle of the river. It was time for school to end. Many students were carrying schoolbags and eagerly heading towards their homes. Go back to your home and eat delicious meals cooked by your mother.

Looking at these young students, I couldn’t help but have an idea: It would be great if I could go back to the past. It's a pity that youth is gone forever.

Vehicles came and went, seemingly without any indication of my arrival.

The road is no longer as difficult as before. I don’t know when the cement road was paved and became smoother and wider.

Remember that along this path, there will be a triangular pavilion. Usually people gather here to play chess in summer. Take advantage of the cool air.

But the living conditions are much better now than before. The pavilion was demolished and high-rise buildings were built.

Looking at the door of my home, I felt a little melancholy, and my clothes had already been wet with tears.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard have not been taken care of for more than ten years. I thought they would not be able to withstand the storm, but they turned out to be very energetic under the sun.

Touching the stone table under the tree, it slowly emerged in my mind that the family once laughed happily, sat together to eat, hummed songs, played games, and slapped each other. Gradually, This New Year atmosphere.

Looking back now, tears have already flowed down uncontrollably.

I really miss my hometown and want to go back to the scene at that time.

Thinking about it, I don’t know what to say now. I wiped my tears and sat on the stone table, unable to calm my heart for a long time. Impressions of the old house about nostalgia 14

Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown...

The song of hometown is a clear and distant flute, which always sounds on the moonlit night ...

Hometown carries the best memories in everyone's life.

My hometown is in a small mountain village. There are only three families per *** there. One is adjacent to my house, and the other is relatively far away. There is everything here, but what I am most proud of is the large bamboo forest in front of my house. This bamboo forest was planted when my grandfather and I were about the same age. It has been almost 80 years ago. After 80 years of ups and downs, this bamboo forest has become resilient. And it is connected with the bamboo growing in front of my house to form a bow-shaped gate, which is especially beautiful in summer. This is my secret childhood base.

It’s a pity since we moved down. Because no one took care of the bamboo forest, it grew wildly and lost its former appearance.

In addition to the bamboo forest, the apple trees in my hometown produce really "unique" apples. All the apples they produce are big-headed and very delicious to eat. In autumn, before the apples are fully ripe, my sister and I can’t wait to pick apples. Unfortunately, I was too young at that time and couldn't go to the tree to pick apples. I had to ask my sister to pick apples for me. My sister often laughed at me and called me "little one."

Similarly, this apple tree still lost its former glory due to lack of care. Although I can go up to the apple tree now, I can no longer see the sweet and delicious big apples.

How I miss the beautiful days of picking bamboo shoots in the spring when I was a child, and how I miss the days when I was a child and was surrounded by the delicious aroma of fruits in the autumn. How I want to return to your familiar arms! my hometown.