How to write an essay to remember your hometown

1. Recalling Hometown Composition

Hometown, hometown, what is hometown? Hometown is the place where we were born and raised.

We should love our hometown and the flowers, plants and trees in our hometown. When I think of the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the flowers, grass and trees in my hometown, I can’t help but feel my head spin and cry.

My hometown has given me so much: every spring, she will give me a garden full of fragrance; every summer, she will give me a large area of ??green shade; every autumn, she will give me a large area of ??greenery. There are large fruit trees full of fruits; and every winter, she will send me snow all over the ground. The spring, summer, autumn and winter of a year each have their own characteristics, bringing different happiness and fun to me and my partners.

We have been playing for several years, and now it has been six or seven years. Whenever I see people on the street carrying large and small bags of luggage, I can't help but stop and stare at them. My heart feels like a big stone weighing on me, dull and lost, and I can't calm down for a long time. Then I suddenly run to I vented my frustration on the bridge, and tears fell down my chubby cheeks unknowingly.

As time passed by, my frustrated mood still could not calm down.

The tears are no longer shed, but my head is like a lead weight and I can no longer lift it up, and my whole body seems to have collapsed.

I complained to God, why did he let me come to this place so far away from my hometown to "suffer"? Why not let me in my happy hometown? Is it my destiny to grow up in such an environment? No, I will return to my hometown with honor. I can change my destiny. As long as I believe in myself, anything is possible! Sometimes my friends say I'm stupid: "We will go back to our hometown one day, why are we so "persistent"?" I retort: ??"My hometown is now a part of my life, and it was also part of my life when I was born. She went to visit me, took care of me, and raised me into a fat child.

But she never complained about anything, and never said: 'You are not my son,'** * I have to raise you up! '. That's why I remember my hometown so much.

Didn't you play with your hometown when you were a child?" He was speechless and shook his head like an adult. Gone. I also tried to forget the memory of my hometown, but the memory of my hometown stuck in my mind like strong glue. No matter how hard I tried, I could not forget it or erase it... Because of my longing for my hometown, I wrote a poem about homesickness. Poetry: Reminiscing about hometown, standing in a foreign land, thinking about another place in my heart; a trace of golden light on my face, my whole body is bright in the blink of an eye.

Although I have the early sun by my side, I feel sad and sorrowful. The sorrow in my heart is unforgettable. When can I return to my hometown? Township, hometown, what is hometown? Hometown is the place where we were born and raised, it is part of my life, it is my third mother, and it is the place where we return to our roots after falling leaves. We should take care of the flowers, plants and trees in our hometown, create a better environment for our common home, and add new pillars to the motherland! On earth - when can I return to my hometown? . 2. A 400-word essay "Reminiscences of Hometown" for the fifth grade of primary school

Holding a small, light umbrella, pulling away the silky drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, and wandering in the stone bridges and flowing water of my hometown, my mood will change. As quiet and gentle as raindrops.

As I lowered my head, another thought came to my mind. You and I walk together on the wheel of destiny, led by a trace of bright red blood.

I have a close relationship with you - the surging river is your blood, flowing in the spinal cord of the mountains, flowing through my body and mind, and nourishing my heart. I can’t understand you. How many children have been intoxicated by your charming eyes? Boat - The jade flute on the Qingjiang River goes with the wind, and a light boat comes into my dream.

In the past, there was a river in front of our house. The half-round brilliant red sunset stared at this sacred land with dreamy eyes.

The light water is relaxing and rippling, running happily across the ancient bridge. In the mulberry field of Canghai, an old man with wrinkles on his forehead stood at the head of the bridge, staring at the quiet river, leisurely pulling his ancient beard.

Recall the past with sad music. The children had nothing to do, just wandering around - touching clams, catching shrimps and fish, which is impossible without a boat.

We often go to the river in a group of three or four in a small black-topped boat. Suddenly, there was a "plop" sound, and we went to the bottom of the water to play.

But adults always don’t allow it, so we can only go secretly. Perhaps because of this, the memory of the boat is still a deep nostalgia for me in the Jiangnan water town.

On the river at sunset, there are narrow boats from time to time, plying the long river in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Insert the wood pulp into the water, pull it gently, and splash layers of water.

Like the narrow notes in the sound of an ancient flute, carrying the harvest and hope of fellow villagers, and carrying nursery rhymes one after another, they busily shuttle through my childhood memories. I can’t understand you! ——The ship in Jiangnan.

Rain - black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River cannot survive without rain.

Look - the rain comes one after another with the pace of autumn. It's floating, dripping, dripping, misty, and dripping.

Open the window, and your eyes are filled with flowers as white as jade. People were holding umbrellas and walking slowly in the thin slanting rain.

Born to love rain. Whether it is the spring rain that "sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently" or the shower that "comes and blows away suddenly with the ground wind, and the water under the Wanghu Tower is like the sky", they are all exquisite products that penetrate nature.

I recall the rain in my hometown again - so thin; light as wind, sweet as wine, moistening the plump skin of the earth. Listening to the rain is also quite good. Outside the window, there are often sparse raindrops on the sycamore trees, and showers hitting the lotus leaves. There are also often raindrops falling as thin as silk, and the rhythm is so crisp and sweet.

Listen, the rain falls on the green tiles, the sound is soft yet sonorous, distant yet close. It seems that countless pearls have fallen on the jade plate - "ding, jingle, clang"... But the rain has lasted for a long time, and we are also annoyed. We yearn for the sunshine on a sunny day, because there is more trouble on the field ridges with mud and feet.

Wine - I will be craving for wine in the evening, why not drink another glass? The wine in my hometown is love. How many wanderers far away from home have experienced countless vicissitudes of life and gone through endless wandering journeys.

How many ambitions in my heart have been wiped out, and how many passions have been buried by the dust of the years. ——However, the wine in my hometown is still so bright and mellow.

Jiangnan’s wine is not only sweet, but also tinged with a trace of sadness - Li Bai’s “cutting off the knife makes the water flow more, raising a cup to relieve the sorrow makes the sorrow worse”; Xin Qiji’s “just frown , but on my heart"; Liu Yong's "Where will I wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the moon on the willow bank"... In the blink of an eye, the tears fell into the cup, making several ripples and blending with the wine. I really can’t understand you, Jiangnan wine! You and I have always been inseparable.

Jiangnan is windy and rainy, and the nostalgia is like willow and oleander. The wine boat blends into the environment, and there is no way to relieve the sorrow... 3. How to write a composition about missing my hometown

Autumn is here, and the leaves on the trees are withered. The old trees whose roots had clung to the ground for decades seemed to be about to become hollow. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of my hometown.

Some of the crows on the old trees with dead vines were in coma, and some were chirping non-stop, as if to say, come quickly, there is a crow who is in a coma. However, who can hear what they are shouting? The water in the river is very clear, and there are many small fish swimming around, which makes people fall into a dream. Whenever the water of the river flows in front of other people's houses, and knowing that this is the water flowing to my hometown, I really want to follow it. However, if you go back now, why did you come out before? Thinking of this, tears kept flowing down my face. One person stared blankly at the water in the river flowing slowly away. The thin horses carried by the wind galloped past one by one on the ancient road. In the evening, the sun sets slowly from the west, but Heartbroken Man is very far away from his hometown. Thinking of this made him even more sad. Even the crows and birds felt sad for him after knowing what happened. Me neither. Autumn has arrived and the leaves on the trees have withered. The old trees whose roots had clung to the ground for decades seemed to be about to become hollow. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of my hometown.

Some of the crows on the old trees with dead vines were in coma, and some were chirping non-stop, as if to say, come quickly, there is a crow who is in a coma. However, who can hear what they are shouting? The water in the river is very clear, and there are many small fish swimming around, which really makes people fall into a dream. Whenever the water of the river flows in front of other people's houses, and knowing that this is the water flowing to my hometown, I really want to follow it. However, if you go back now, why did you come out before? Thinking of this, tears kept flowing down my face.

One person stared blankly at the water in the river flowing slowly away. The thin horses carried by the wind galloped past one by one on the ancient road. In the evening, the sun sets slowly from the west, but Heartbroken Man is very far away from his hometown. Thinking of this made him even more sad. Even the crows and birds felt sad for him after knowing what happened. I couldn't help but feel extremely sad for him and shed tears. The ground looked like it had just rained heavily. The water on the ground has risen.

How much he misses his hometown and relatives!

Autumn is here, and the leaves on the trees are withered. The old trees whose roots had clung to the ground for decades seemed to be about to become hollow. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of my hometown.

Some of the crows on the old trees with dead vines were in coma, and some were chirping non-stop, as if to say, come quickly, there is a crow who is in a coma. However, who can hear what they are shouting? The water in the river is very clear, and there are many small fish swimming around, which makes people fall into a dream. Whenever the water of the river flows in front of other people's houses, and knowing that this is the water flowing to my hometown, I really want to follow it. However, if you go back now, why did you come out before? Thinking of this, tears kept flowing down my face. One person stared blankly at the water in the river flowing slowly away. The thin horses carried by the wind galloped past one by one on the ancient road. In the evening, the sun sets slowly from the west, but Heartbroken Man is very far away from his hometown. Thinking of this made him even more sad. Even the crows and birds felt sad for him after knowing what happened. I couldn't help but feel extremely sad for him and shed tears. The ground looked like it had just rained heavily. The water on the ground has risen.

How much he misses his hometown and relatives! 4. How to write an essay using the beautiful memories of my hometown

In the early morning, open the window, breathe in the fresh air, and look at the leaves on the big trees. There are still drops of dew on them, which are illuminated by the morning sun. After the light shines on it, it flickers. From a distance, it looks like a firefly's lamp shining. I wonder in my heart whether it has the best memories; when the breeze blows into my heart, think about it, has it ever had the best memories? The best memories; when I thought about this, I couldn't help but look up and found the eagle flying freely in the sky. Have I ever thought that it also has the best memories? Unknowingly, I touched myself with my hands. In the heart, ask yourself if you have the best memory...

In the morning, the sky is so beautiful, like a spotless blue crystal, polished brightly, as if it can illuminate your own shadow , the withered leaves on the trees have already fallen piece by piece. Occasionally, I can hear happy songs on the yellow road. That is a sign of my happiness. A lonely road is full of vitality to me. Yes, because that day - I will return to my campus. That place reminds me of the horn of joy, thinking, thinking, a knowing smile appears on my face.

When I came to the stairs of the classroom and turned around, the familiar feeling made me excited. Yes, it was this feeling-happiness, learning...these feelings together made me excited. Light steps.

Entering the classroom, I saw the people coming and going in the classroom. They were all teachers and classmates I was familiar with. However, the figures that were most familiar to me did not appear for a long time, and a trace of doubt appeared in front of my eyes. , when I was about to ask for clarification, I felt that my steps were not so light. When I arrived, I came back to my senses and asked the teacher: Where did Teacher Luo go? This time the answer dashed my hope. It turned into a bubble and disappeared from my sight, - Teacher Luo is gone! These big words kept spinning in my head, and all that appeared was your figure. -You helped me, you educated me, and you taught me the real life. I am very grateful to you, but I never thought that I would not have the chance to say "thank you" at this moment. I understand: I cannot express my feelings with gorgeous words, but in my life, meeting you is the turning point of my life. You will never be forgotten in my memory. You will always be my most respected person. people.

Unknowingly, I returned home. I didn’t even know that I walked out of the classroom like this. When I returned home, I sat blankly at the desk, thinking: You have forgotten that we are cute now. Class 4, Grade 5, are you feeling the same as us now? I can’t bear to leave us, Teacher Luo, I really, really thank you from the bottom of my heart.

My feeling cannot be expressed in words, but our fifth grade class 4 will all remember you. Thinking, thinking, I cried, tears flowed out...

Dear Teacher Luo, today, I realized that now, my most beautiful memory is that you helped me and educated me. I,...Teacher Luo, being with you is my most beautiful memory. 5. The third prize in the essay contest was written by Ding Minlan, an essay about hometown.

A winding road paved with stones, with a dense forest in the distance and a slightly less vast field in the distance. There are curls of cooking smoke everywhere, children playing, and overwhelming green as far as the eye can see... I once again recall my weather-beaten but still vibrant hometown, the hometown that gave me the greatest happiness in my childhood and that I still miss. .

Reminiscing about my hometown - I still remember my hometown clay. Children in my hometown never seem to feel inadequate for happiness, which is what I envy the most.

Nothing in the city can give me the greatest joy. But in my hometown, a piece of clay is the best thing to make me happy! At that time, my friends and I were holding...oh, no, we were pulling! Pulling a shovel that was several times taller than us, we dug out the authentic clay and then pulled it back.

Riding on a big stone, the big stone is processed and has a very smooth surface. If the owner of the stone comes to beat us with a grunt, we will just grab the clay and run away! We have a lot of ways to play with clay. You can knead them all into a bun shape, but the bottom should be thin. I often spit a lot of saliva on the bottom, and then slide my thumb over the bottom again and again without feeling disgusted... Finally, my friends are here One after another, they showed off their treasures and slammed them on the big rocks, only to hear a "pop" sound! The bottom of it exploded, and the sound was very loud, and the hole was huge! But sometimes...if you don't pinch it properly or your hand shape is wrong, you will suffer a big loss-not only will you be the stupidest, but you will also give away your clay to the first place...I do it almost every time. ! Now that I think about it, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Recalling my hometown - the willow trees in the pond are really memorable. In my hometown, there is a pond surrounded by green flowers and trees.

Especially the big willow tree that still makes me a little in awe of it. The willow tree grew against the wall. Although it was extremely tall and vigorously growing, it looked very plain and unattractive.

But my friends and I have never forgotten it. Not only that, our friends and I also proved a friendship there. After a fight with a partner, when they meet again, they ignore each other.

Don’t use those bean bags as dry food! Children’s matters are also a big deal! A week later, I returned home and decided to apologize to my partner. That day, when I couldn't find my friends, I suddenly saw them next to the big willow tree by the pond. I ran over and apologized. The one who had "battled" with me was about to leave. I quickly said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone with you." You fight for the candy!" "Tell me now!" My partner was about to leave after saying that. "How about I just climb up this willow tree and we can make peace?" "But I can't climb the tree at all. I crawled under the tree. Although the laughter was like thunder, I persisted in climbing up. I finally climbed a little. Although it was not high, my friends and I were very happy. The friendship has deepened a lot.

Whenever I think of this, I wish I could see that big willow tree again right away - what a nostalgic willow tree and past events! Reminiscing about my hometown - the fields of my hometown are filled with the fragrance of fruits and melons. In my hometown, apart from games, clay, and broken toys, the only things that can bring happiness to us children are the fields.

When the corn grows as tall as a human being, my friends and I will have a game of "Super Hide and Seek"! We divided the boundaries, and then half of the people hid in the designated area and the other half searched. But if some little fools can’t find us, or we are in a hurry, we will move little by little. If we find a family growing sugar cane or other delicious things, we will steal a lot of them. Xu, you hold a big handful, I hold a big handful, sneak back home, and enjoy the delicious food in our eyes.

Around the autumnal equinox, after harvesting the corn, machines are used to make the fields very soft. At this time, my friends and I are about to start the game.

We lined up and rushed to the soft ground one by one. After jumping, we marked them with branches. Whoever jumped farthest would be the champion. Maybe you thought it was boring, but at the time, But it is the game that makes us happiest. In winter, when it snows and the wheat is covered with thick quilts, my friends and I will wear thick clothes in the snow-covered fields, pick up a branch or stick, and play war games. If you fall down, it won’t hurt much... Recalling the lovely hometown of my childhood again, my eyes can’t help but moisten... Ah! "The moon is the brightness of my hometown", but maybe I can no longer recall the cute little moon that appeared in my hometown in the past! My hometown, I don’t know when I will be able to return to your embrace again. Perhaps all I can do is - recall my hometown, recall my hometown.

6. How to write a composition about your hometown

Simply first determine the clues, such as the emotional line, the time and space line, the fate line... Then consider the structure, such as narration, flashback, or interjection, and finally complete the sentences. You won’t go wrong if you think about it. Here are examples of how to start and end: 1. My hometown. My hometown is a small town with beautiful scenery and green trees. In spring, the branches take out their green branches and the grass grows lazily. Open your eyes, flowers are in full bloom, red, blue, yellow, purple, all kinds of strange and colorful. The flowers emit bursts of intoxicating fragrance, attracting a large group of butterflies, which dance in the air. That scene is so beautiful! Summer is here, the leaves are greener, and you can fish in the river. The trees are like warriors. The flowers are more fragrant and attractive. The lotus flowers are also blooming. The lotus leaves are green and the lotus flowers are light pink. , so beautiful! We children like to go to the lotus pond to pick lotus roots and eat them. Fish are swimming in groups in the water. As soon as we catch them, they are "jumping around". It's so pitiful to see them begging! In autumn, the wild geese fly south, sometimes forming a herringbone, and sometimes forming a straight line. The sky is blue and blue, and there is a golden scene under the sky. The wheat is yellow, and the leaves are also yellow. One by one, the leaves leave the big tree. In the arms of the farmer, he "travels" alone. The farmer uncles are happy and busy in this season, because the wheat cultivated by their hard work has matured, and they are all busy cutting the wheat! Winter is here, and snowflakes fall from the sky to the ground. The whole world is white. The snowflakes are flower-shaped and white. When you pinch them in your hands, they melt into small crystal water drops. My hometown is so beautiful, I love it. my hometown! 2. My hometown is a garden, with the fragrance of flowers; my hometown is a forest, with the coolness of green trees; my hometown is a field, with the hope of harvest; my hometown is a snow scene, with the sparkle of ice crystals. Looking back on the past, every household is trying not to Worry about eating, the small courtyard is full of fruits and vegetables. All year round, as long as you can grow something, the small courtyard will be full. Look, all kinds of colors are mixed and messy. It is so crowded and messy. In the courtyard. Nowadays, families don’t grow vegetables very much, but flowers. Flowers are constantly blooming all year round. In spring, roses, roses, etc. are blooming. In summer, flowers are more prosperous and colorful. In autumn, the flowers should have withered, but the chrysanthemums are. Pride is in full bloom. In winter, auspicious snow is falling, but plum blossoms are blooming on the branches. All year round, the fragrance is constant. Fragrant, my hometown is as beautiful as a garden. Thinking about the past, the village and outside were all bare, with almost no trees. In summer, in The adults chatting outside were sitting along the wall, and most of the children were hiding in the house and fanning themselves. The inside of the house was like a steamer, and the outside was like a hot pot. But now, they are planted in front of and behind the house, on both sides of the street, in and outside the village. Although the green trees are not as dense as the forest, they are still green and shaded. In summer, adults enjoy the shade under the trees, and children play under the trees. The dense leaves bring bursts of coolness. It is refreshing, as cool as the forest. My hometown. Looking back on the past, the fields were full of crops, densely packed, including corn, rice, peanuts, etc. At that time, people's planting technology was not very high. Although they worked hard, the harvest was not very ideal. So what's the point? The crops watered with every drop of sweat seem to be deliberately against people. Now, with the popularization of science and technology, green and pollution-free crops are everywhere, mechanized production has been realized, saving time and effort, and farmers' pockets are getting more and more. Playing drums, your spare time life is also enriched. In spring, the rice is like a green ocean, with waves rising; in autumn, the rice hangs its head, and the earth is golden. It can be said that "the fields are green all over with spring planting, and gold is everywhere during the autumn harvest." Ah, a hometown full of harvests like a field. Looking back on the past, garbage has a paradise - the street. It stays in every corner at will. Sometimes it dances in the wind and even swims in the water. It makes people want to hide when they see it. It's so dirty. Now, the garbage has its own destination - the garbage dump. The streets are tidy and paved with cement roads. It has become a dazzling bright spot. Clean, my hometown shines like ice crystals. My hometown is constantly changing. .In my heart, my hometown is like a young girl, becoming more and more beautiful. I love my hometown from the bottom of my heart. 7. How to write a hometown essay

My hometown is located in xx Town, xx County, xx Province. It is a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is known as the land of fish and rice. The scenery in my hometown is beautiful and pleasant. The people and the air are also very fresh. Now, let me introduce my beautiful hometown in detail. The scenery in my hometown is beautiful all year round.

In spring, the ice and snow melt and everything revives. When the willow trees just sprout their buds, look, schools of fish are swimming happily in the river, and the grass lifts off the heavy quilt, revealing its naughty little head. In the summer, groups of children played happily in the river. Some were swimming, some were fishing, and some were making sand by the river. Listening to the shouts of those children, the ovaries on the trees almost fell off. . In autumn, the harvest is here, and the farmers are all smiling. The crops in the fields are twice as many as last year. The corn cobs are big and the grains are plump; the soybean grains are so bulging that the bean clips are bursting, and the rice is even more dense. Okay, the pieces are all yellow. We are very happy when we eat the rice ground and cooked with it, because it is earned through our own labor. In winter, everything is covered with a layer of pure white snow. After some snow-dressing, the naughty children played snowball fights on the snow, made snowmen, and threw snowballs. The joyful shouts almost made everyone laugh. The snow on the branches fell. Experienced old people vividly compare snow to a wheat quilt. In winter, the thicker the quilt is, the better the wheat will grow in the coming year. Therefore, there is another proverb: "Three layers of wheat quilt in winter will make the wheat grow better in the coming year." Sleeping with steamed buns. "My hometown is vast and rich in resources. It can satisfy me with everything I need. I love my hometown. My hometown is a place where I grew up happily. It painted my childhood colorfully and made my childhood free of sorrow. It was full of endless joy, innocent and pure friendship, and my beautiful memories————I I love my hometown with beautiful scenery and spring-like weather all year round.

My hometown, Hongze, is located in northern Jiangsu. It is beautiful and rich, and it is a lovely place. My hometown is surrounded by mountains and rivers. This water is the beautiful Jialing River, which is like a bright diamond embedded in the land of northern Jiangsu. The water of the lake is turquoise and gleaming with golden light under the sunlight, like beautiful broken gold scattered on the green silk and satin. In the wind, the lake surface ripples, which is very beautiful. Various boats are sailing on the lake, transporting local products from their hometown to all directions of the motherland. As night falls, the lights on the east bank of the lake light up, and the lights on the Hongze Lake Bridge also light up. The lights complement each other, and the lake is filled with light, like a beautiful Crystal Palace. There is a beautiful park next to the lake. , it is Lakeside Park. There is a large square in the park. During the day, tourists strolled in the square, and at night, people danced and sang in the square... It was really lively. There is also a turquoise lake in the park. Countless weeping willows are planted on the lake shore. The long branches fall on the lake. The top and bottom are green, making it very quiet. There is a small island in the lake, which is lined with green trees and leafy branches, like a big open green umbrella. There are stone tables and chairs under the trees. People often read newspapers, play chess, chat... It is really leisurely. My hometown is not only beautiful, but also rich. My hometown is rich in high-quality rice and rich aquatic resources, so it is known as the "Hometown of Fish and Rice". My hometown is also very rich in mineral resources, including Yuanming powder, oil, natural gas and other mineral deposits. Yuanming powder, in particular, enjoys a high reputation all over the world. Therefore, Yuanming powder from my hometown is shipped to other places to support the construction of the motherland. The streets in my hometown are clean, wide and flat. All kinds of beautiful cars come and go like a shuttle. High-rise buildings are rising along the street, row after row. The variety of goods in supermarkets and shopping malls is dazzling. I love my hometown, I praise my hometown, and I hope that my hometown will become younger and more beautiful due to the hard work of the people in my hometown, and become a bright pearl.