Words about hometown

1. As soon as you enter the village entrance, you will see the straight and flat cement road leading to the center of the village. The road has changed, it is no longer the bumpy path it once was.

2. Autumn is a poem that whispers a series of touching stories. Autumn is a great artist who paints paintings that cannot be exchanged for money.

3. Only when you stay away from your hometown for a while and then go back can you realize how fast your parents have aged. At that speed, you don’t even have the strength to cry.

4. Winter brings beautiful white snow, and the frozen pond becomes a place for children to skate and play. The bamboo has stopped its dance and is quietly waiting for the coming spring in the cold wind.

5. My strength alone is meager, but if we wanderers gather together with our meager strength, we will definitely make Zhucheng, the pearl of Shandong Province, even more dazzling.

6. 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.

7. The autumn colors are getting darker, the lotus pond is already in ruins, and the pride of the past has withered with the autumn wind. The bamboo is still standing tall with its thicker body, swaying in the chilly sunshine.

8. Whenever night falls, Quzhou becomes a sea of ??lights, a world of light, cars running endlessly, lights flashing, red, yellow, and white, really like a magnificent city. large flower bed.

9. Summer is here, the pond is already green, lotus flowers are blooming, and the white flowers attract passers-by to stop. The small bamboo shoots have grown into tall bamboos, swaying gently in the wind.

10. Yes, from ancient times to the present, on such a night, who can see the moon and miss the person, who can live up to the infatuation in his heart in vain. It's just that Li Bai was thinking about his relatives and friends in his hometown, but I was thinking about my beauty.

11. If you have love in your heart, you will not feel sad when you brush the branches and leaves; if you have an indifferent mind, you will not be afraid when you go through thorns and thorns. The wind blows, the water blows, how many times will the dream of hometown be shattered? Mountains all the way, water all the way, how deep is the determination?

12. Hometown, how many nights have I stood in the corridor of the dormitory facing west, looking up at the night sky, longing for my hometown, thinking that there is a smiling face hidden in every star, which makes people look forward to seeing and heart-beating. Want to pick.

13. The taste of hometown is hidden in those happy times. Whenever I go back to my hometown, a few good friends come to play with me and we play our favorite games. I can never forget that happy moment.

14. Tens of millions of efforts were in vain during life. After death, there are empty hands. Joys and sorrows are turbulent. Life is poor and busy every day. There is no need to fight for strength. A hundred years are just a drama. In an instant The sound of gongs and drums stops, and I don’t know where my hometown is.

15. The sandstorm is blowing to **. Many old people took to the streets, opened their hands, looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, with tears streaming down their faces, took a deep breath, and said excitedly: It has been 60 years, it has been 60 years, and I finally smell the earthy smell of my hometown.

16. The mountains are long and the water is long. The little bit of love can't be blown away along the way, and the lovesickness can't be separated. I can only send a lovesick heart to the bright moon, just like the bright moon sends thousands of miles. I miss you, I wish you a long life and love me thousands of miles away.

17. People are very strange. Only strangers can make them talk heartily. In life, behind every seemingly stranger, there may be a different hometown, bringing smiles to strangers, sometimes , you will gain a lot.

18. My hometown is in Lanzhou, which has beautiful scenery, including the beautiful Wuquan Mountain and Baita Mountain. The Yellow River Iron Bridge spans both sides of the Yellow River like a rainbow, and the charming scenery of the 40-mile Yellow River Line provides people with a good place for tourism and leisure.

19. I am thousands of miles away from home, but my heart is closely connected with my hometown. Zhucheng’s cultural and economic status in China makes us outsiders proud. The great achievements made by various industries in our hometown are the pride of each of us who are traveling abroad.

20. In spring, lotus leaves poke their heads out from the mud. As soon as their pointed heads stick out of the water, dragonflies stop on them. The small cluster of bamboo shoots broke through the obstacles of the soil and grew desperately toward the heads of the parents, bathed in the warm sunshine.

21. The grass in my hometown is so bright and bright, and its brightness is revealed as soon as the sun shines. The grass we have here is even more novel than your grass. There are oval, rectangular, trapezoidal, all kinds of shapes. You will definitely like it when you see it!

22. The taste of hometown is hidden in the beautiful scenery. There are two trees in front of my house, one is a tall pine tree, and the other is a beautiful osmanthus tree. I will never forget the fragrance of osmanthus and the tenacious spirit of pine trees. I love my hometown.

23. In the past few years, buildings in the village have been springing up from every corner like bamboo shoots after the rain. There are three or four floors, some of which are beautifully decorated on the outside. Even though it's only one floor and not really a building, it looks much more pleasing to the eye than those mud-brick houses.

24. Today's Gantang Lake, the clear water is so green and so transparent under the sunlight! The slight ripples sparkle with little golden light, as if a piece of jade is inlaid with many gold pieces, flashing and shining, making you feel that she is so gentle and cute.

25. The beauty of autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, so exposed in summer, and introverted in winter. Autumn frost is an important representative of it. Many poets spend their time describing autumn frost or autumn scenery to express their deep thoughts and feelings of loneliness.

26. The spring rain in my hometown is a poignant and sad poem. On rainy days, I want to draw out the beauty of rain and the meaning of life. Inadvertently, I will look back at the old times and always sigh. Life is so short and there is so much reluctance.

27. My hometown is picturesque. The trees are green, the flowers are in bloom, and people are relaxing and playing freely; driving on the riverside avenue, a beautiful picture is spread out in front of your eyes. It is really like driving on the road and walking in the picture. I love you my hometown!

28. I didn’t expect the quality of people in my hometown to improve so quickly! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw farmers in the distance no longer plowing the fields with old oxen, but using various tractors to plow the fields. The sound of plowing is like praising the changes in my hometown.

29. My hometown is the holy land of rice. In the spring, the farmer uncles see the seeds of rice. In the summer, the farmers come with smiles and insert the seedlings into the fields. Autumn is the happiest season for the farmer uncles. When the farmer uncles see the rice, The farmers were particularly brilliant when his farmer uncle bowed.

30. Not to mention the interior decoration, the floor tiles are so smooth that you can see the silhouette of people, and the gorgeous wallpapers are simply paid to paste on the walls and spread on the floor. Even if it is only painted with white lime, it looks much brighter, no longer as dark and depressing as a mud brick house.

31. I just want to live a prosperous life at this moment, no matter where I go or who I see. The places I am going to are all hometowns I have never met. The past was before and the present is now. I can't choose how to live or how to die; but I can decide how to love and how to live.

32. Look! Next to the West Lake, on the path paved with golden leaves, pedestrians stopped one after another, listening to the beautiful song of the autumn girl; staring at the autumn pictures. The autumn wind blowing towards you is mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, the fragrance of honey and the fragrance of autumn from time to time.

33. Autumn is beautiful, and the beauty lies in its clarity. The crisscrossing creeks sang songs, danced and flowed slowly. Autumn is very wheaty, and the beauty lies in the scenery. Pieces of leaves of different colors and shapes fell from the branches, gently tapping the delicate skin of Mother Earth.

34. At noon, the weather got hot. The sun was heating the earth, and the poultry that had been jumping around in the morning were hiding in the shade. The cicada was unwilling to be lonely and sang its own songs on the tree, and frogs accompanied it from time to time by the river. This is the beautiful symphony of my hometown.

35. In spring, the drizzle is like silk.

The navel orange trees greedily sucked the nectar, and the leaves laughed happily in the rain. After Qingming Festival, the navel oranges have probably bloomed. The small white flowers swayed; suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the fragrance of the flowers in the valley spread throughout the orchard, which was particularly fragrant.

36. People say that when you carry your baggage, you are a passerby; when you put down your baggage, you have found your hometown. In fact, everyone understands that there is no absolute stability in life. Since we are all passers-by, we should walk through the ups and downs of the world with a calm and indifferent heart, and watch the ups and downs of the world with a smile.

37. I have had strong feelings for this place since I was a child. From the row of my house, we can see the large green fields first, and the fresh wind blows softly on the lovely faces of the beautiful village. Here, the mud road has turned into an asphalt road; from a straw house to a small bungalow...

38. The night is so beautiful and so desolate. I saw the prosperity of the city at night, but the prosperity is at dawn. It's over; everything has returned to its original appearance, the city is too chaotic, and I can't feel my inner peace; I miss my quiet and warm hometown, with clear air and no dust.

39. The wild geese are flying south, and autumn has arrived. In this harvest season, we also ran to the mountains, for no other reason than to eat wild fruits and pick wild mushrooms on the mountains. Although The earth will slowly lose its former glory, but we are all happy because we have received the gifts and rewards of the earth.

40. Willow paddles splash on the waves of peach blossoms, cranes in Tingzhou look into the distance, drink a cup of fragrance of the years, sing a song about the past, the songs echo in the mountains and rivers, echoing the hot longing, two letters home from last year Okay, my eyes are filled with tears when I read it. I am quietly bathing in the warm sun by the clouds and water, and my long-lost hometown is in the mist. I hope you are safe and sound, and you are in my heart.

41. One day passed in the blink of an eye. My mother and I were walking on the road leading to the entrance of the village. I looked back and saw the new tile-roofed houses and buildings, looked at the breeding farm, and listened to the noisy People sighed from the heart: "Everything in my hometown has changed. These are all changes caused by the party's policy of enriching the people."

42. I love my hometown, I love the green trees in my hometown. Grass. In summer, we lie on the soft grass and look up at the blue sky. oh! The blue sky, the green land, the red flowers, our hearts are intoxicated... humming a tuneless ditty, that beautiful reverie, just like the erratic white clouds.

43. Only I know my grandfather’s loneliness. Because I also have such loneliness. I miss the old house in my hometown. The melodious chirping of orioles every morning, the melancholy sound of the wooden stairs, the tiny bits of sunlight that shine through the green bamboo forest, and the unforgettable earthy scent with a light fragrance.

44. People! No matter how long you have been away from home, no matter how high your status is, whether you are poor or rich, the most difficult thing to let go of is the feelings of your hometown, the most difficult to forget is the scenery of your hometown, what you want to eat the most is the food of your hometown, and what you want to hear the most It’s a local accent and a local rhyme, and what I want most is to contribute to my hometown.

45. My uncle took me into a room and opened a piece of floral cloth. Ah, this is something I am very familiar with - a computer. The uncle manipulated the computer skillfully, as if talking about the piano. My sister also has a computer and she is pretty good at playing computer games. The old social concept of favoring boys over girls is gone now.

46. It is clear that I am a homeless person, but when I meet people I say it is my hometown. The essence of Zen is speechless, but we seek the origin. There is no need to say anything, but it is a lot of entanglement. Walking in the world, thinking in my heart, there have been many entanglements that I couldn't let go of, but in the end it was just an obsession. Since it's a stroll, then take a leisurely stroll, let's go, let's go.

47. When the land of the North is frozen, my hometown is covered with snow. The willow trees by the river hang down willow silk, and the ten-mile long embankment looks like a huge ivory sculpture. It is as beautiful as a painting. A poem is intoxicating. Many people praised it with pens, and even I, a little one, couldn't restrain my love and wanted to sing it.

48. At night, the most beautiful thing is Qilin Mountain. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, the whole mountain is decorated with colorful lights and is extremely magnificent.

After walking through 372 steps, you have to continue climbing the rugged mountain road to reach the top of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance, you can have a panoramic view of the entire city, like a sea of ??lights.

49. The moon is the brightness of hometown, and people are relatives of hometown. For wandering wanderers, hometown will always be a precious ink painting and a warm harbor where the soul can rely. After walking through mountains and rivers, and passing through the passing years, no matter where the wanderer's tones fall, the lingering nostalgia in my heart has never diminished in the slightest.

50. From the moment everyone is born, it means they are far away from purity and start walking in the fireworks of the world. Chasing in the vast sea of ????world, looking for the so-called destination, in fact, people never have a real hometown, they just stay temporarily, watch a few springs, and wait for a few new moons to become full. Staying is just a moment, turning around is the end of the world.

51. The sky is vast and the feeling of hometown is strong. When the cable is untied and the boat leaves the shore, what is left behind is more than just a series of ripples? When the whistle blows and the wheels roll, are there more than just shouts left behind the wanderer? Perhaps, when the wanderer's forced smile turns into tears after turning around, longing has already become a disaster.

52. My father and I came to my uncle’s house. Wow, my uncle’s house has also changed. The walls were painted snow-white, as if they were made of pink jade or wrapped in silver. The furniture is also brand new, engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns. The house is very big. They no longer use stoves for cooking, but replace them with gas stoves, which is convenient and fast. I feel like I have arrived in a fairyland on earth.

53. In fact, only a wanderer’s heart can be so sad and melancholy! Only the tears of a wanderer would be so miserable! Because to me, it will always be a kite. And the thread that connects them is every tree and every flower in my hometown. I want to fly very high against the wind and rain, just to take in the warmth of home once again!

54. In every competition on the stage of life, they are your group of relatives and friends. In every danger in the charge and challenge, they are your safe haven. In every harvest in the successful struggle, they are you. source of power. , I am grateful to my loved ones who are close by, and to my relatives who are far away in my hometown. I am on the road, but my home is in my heart. I am grateful for my home, and I am grateful for you.

55. The love in the heart composes lovesickness for the heart, the heart in the heart lays down the teardrops of the melody for tears, walking in the hopeless season, a perceived sadness, how sad and clear, so Indulging in longing for my hometown, a city of love is irrigated to the end of the world facing each other, a weather that makes it difficult to meet once, and a cliff that cannot see the future happiness.

56. The hometown that always haunts me is actually a small mountain village with beautiful scenery. The rolling hills surrounding the village protect the people here hand in hand, like a kind mother's affectionate love. Staring at the child in her arms. How many times have I waded through the long river of memory, how many times have I traveled through time and space, traveled through mountains and rivers, and dreamed of returning to this beautiful hometown.

57. "The moon is the brightness of my hometown." When I first read this poem by Mr. Du, I was floating in the air. It was just five words. After experiencing countless identical moons tonight, I realized that every drop is filled with blood and tears. ! The moon in my hometown will always affect the heart of a wanderer. It is so white that it makes people heartbreak, and its bright light makes people feel heartbroken. But in this ups and downs of human relationships, this kind of pain is my eternal comfort!

58. The stars in Jiangnan are lonely. Even if you look up at the night sky and look for them for a long time, there are only a few stars. Separated by thin air and immeasurable distance. You look at the stars, and the stars look at you. Looking at each other silently, arousing thousands of thoughts. She is not as cute as the stars in her hometown, she won't wink at you mischievously, and she won't be too tired of you.

59. I miss my hometown and the little bookstore in my hometown. I miss my hometown and the plum trees in my hometown. I miss my hometown and the small stone road in my hometown. I miss my hometown and my classmates. ah! Hometown, I miss you under the bright moonlight at this moment! Are you missing each other as much as I am at this moment? I am waiting for you slowly under the bright moonlight.

60. I always feel that when I was a child, the snowflakes in my hometown in winter were the most graceful and spectacular in my heart.

In the morning, I was still lying in the warm bed when I heard the sound of "falling snow" outside the house. I immediately got up, put on my cotton clothes and trousers, and ran to the door of the main room. The cotton-like snowflakes, big and small, came from the window lattice and the main door of the main room. , outside the eaves, crowded in one after another.

61. The scenery in Lanzhou is beautiful. There are the scenic Baita Mountain, the Xinglong Mountain with a strong virgin forest atmosphere, the Wuquan Mountain that is as famous as the Baita Mountain, and the historic Yellow River Iron Bridge, which sits like a giant dragon on both sides of the Yellow River, as well as the now-built The splendid and brightly lit Yellow River style line is another fairyland on earth that makes people immerse themselves in the joy.

62. The hot summer often makes people lazy, but we children can’t rest for a moment. We go up the mountain to catch cicadas and butterflies with our friends. When we are tired, we go to the trees to rest. The scenery in the forest is even more beautiful. There are many kinds of birds living and breeding there, and there are many beautiful wild flowers. Butterflies and bees are dancing in the air, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant everywhere.

63. The flowers are really blooming and colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate the youthful grassland with their own beauty, and selflessly dedicate everything they have to the earth. Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, were buzzing and busy collecting honey; the colorful butterflies were also dancing in pairs, haha, spring is so lively!

64. In spring, mother no longer has to worry about small water drops; in summer, our whole family sleeps on the floor, with the electric fan blowing, and sleeps until dawn; in autumn, We brought our grandparents to our home and lived a "magical" life together; not to mention the winter, when we turned on the air conditioner, snowflakes were falling outside the window, and the house felt warm.

65. Times have changed, times are constantly changing, and people are constantly changing, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the homesickness of being away from home, like He Zhizhang’s son who left home when he was young, The local pronunciation has not changed, the hair on the temples has faded, children do not recognize each other, and they smile and ask where the guests are from. This song may not be suitable for me, but at least it is one of my moods. Regardless of it, go out and take a look.

66. It is not dreams, beliefs, or tears in dreams that are polished by the years. What is polished is the wanderer’s eyes that cannot penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers when climbing high. How to accommodate the scenery of a foreign land? Walking in a foreign country, the wandering scenery, in the tears chased by the breeze, squeezes the soul of the stranger. The continuous desert and the blossoming clouds all convey the crisp accent of my hometown.

67. I just want to be like this, leaning against the window every crisp morning to collect a ray of sunshine, quietly implanting it into my heart, waiting for the spring wind to blow the world full of vitality again. Or, looking at my hometown in the distance, I don’t miss it, I don’t say a word about it, I just let the wind carry my deepest blessings and my deepest concerns away from him. Then turn around and forget what you have given and what you owe.

68. My hometown is not only rich in products, but also has a profound and unique ethnic festival culture, such as the Water Splashing Festival of the Dai people, the Aluwoluo Festival of the Achang people, the Mu Nao Zong Song Festival of the Jingpo people... My favorite What I like most is the Water Splashing Festival. Whenever the Water Splashing Festival comes in early April, I will put on my festive costumes and go outside to splash water with the children, blessing each other, wishing everyone good health and good luck, and a sea of ??joy everywhere.

69. New residential buildings and factories are rising from the ground. Every household has a refrigerator, a washing machine, and a telephone. Villagers are now on their way to a well-off life. This happened in just a few years. After earth-shaking changes, my hometown has become a veritable rice granary, and it is truly famous all over the world. ah! My lovely hometown in Northeast China. I love the people in my hometown even more. It is they who make their hometown more beautiful with their hard work.

70. Reading good books and making friends with experts are the two great blessings in life. A person's status is determined by the friends around him. The more friends you have, the higher your value is and the greater help you have in your career. Friends are an indispensable treasure in your life. Life is a journey that keeps waving. Young people want to say goodbye to their hometown, sad people want to say goodbye to sad places, eagles want to say goodbye to comfort, and happiness wants to say goodbye to sadness.

71. We are deep in the bustling city, but we don’t know how green our hometown is? I don’t even know who cut out the thin leaves. There are no catkins that are fragrant, and no migratory birds return to their nests. Living on the edge of the city, everyone is struggling and struggling. Everywhere they look, there are noisy crowds and concrete forests. But if life is not forced, who would be willing to leave their hometown and give up the good things of their homeland? Fertile soil, step into this dirty air.

72. Whenever night falls, the lights of the lake dam are brilliant, like stars falling on the world. At this moment, my heartbeat was surging. I seemed to see my mother's pleased face, I seemed to see my mother's affectionate eyes, and I seemed to hear my mother's extremely excited and excited heart! "Children, thank you. You have changed my life and the lives of more people with your hard-working hands and hard sweat."

73. Due to the great development of the longevity economy, our people here The fields gradually decreased and were replaced by rows of factory buildings. The beautiful factory buildings are like beautiful large gardens. The green lawns around the factory buildings are like green carpets. The flowers in the flower beds are blooming. fragrance. The Yan family can be said to have a new look! The people of the Yan family really have the ambition and pride to make the sun and moon change the sky!

74. The dawn moon is like a curtain, I sit quietly in front of the window, the soft music from the microphone floats together with the fragrant tea in the white porcelain cup, curling around, whirling in the silence of night. In the small white porcelain cup is the famous Hakka black tea from my hometown, called "Hakka Red". When brewed in a small white porcelain cup, the tea liquid looks as red as pomegranate seeds, clear and transparent. Take a sip gently, you will feel the bitterness of tea and the fragrance of roses.

75. In my memory, my hometown is the most beautiful in spring. Spring is the time when all things revive. From that moment on, the life of all things is full of vitality. Willow shoots sprout buds, the ice in the river melts, and even the little swallows fly back from the distant south. Here, everything is so beautiful and prosperous. Almost every spring, I go on an outing with my companions to observe the changes in my hometown.

76. My home has three bedrooms and two living rooms. The walls are painted snow-white, and the floor is paved with ceramic tiles, which are smooth and clean. I can play happily on it with my bare feet every day. Things in the house are neatly arranged and no longer crowded. I put my rag doll on the aluminum balcony and let her bask in the sun every day. My mother no longer nags about the choking fumes. While cooking, I play in the living room or watch cartoons.

77. Qionghua is the city flower of Yangzhou. Since ancient times, it has the reputation of "there is no similar flower in the world". Qionghua looks elegant and pure. The flower is as big as a jade basin, with eight large five-petal flowers forming a circle, surrounding the small white pearl-like flower in the middle, and surrounded by a group of butterfly-like stamens. It sways gently in the breeze, just like a butterfly. Playing with beads. The flowers like snowballs are all over the branches, and their fragrance is so fragrant that it makes people fascinated.

78. In the dance of time, deep in the heart is the place where I miss home. In a materialistic society, the moon above our heads always seems to be covered with dust, blurry, lazy and devoid of purity. Now I am walking on the small road in my hometown. When I look up, I realize that it is already the Lantern Festival. The moon in the sky is so simple. I reach out to touch it, but it is so far away. Maybe this is the moon deep in its heart. of purity.

79. Spring is here, and I want to return my soul to the distant place lingering in my heart. Let your soul grow the wings of wild geese returning from the north, ride on the wind that blows the colorful clouds, hold the stew of the moist Jiangnan, sing the fishing songs of the rippling morning boats, and return to your long-lost hometown with the fragrance that fills the night windows. I dug up the thawed soil, dug out the dream buried here, let her bathe in the bright sunshine, and expected her to slowly grow branches and vines and bear the fruits of the long-awaited true love.

80. Do you know? Everyone's hometown has his own flavor. As the car gets closer to home, your feelings will become stronger and stronger. The smoke from the village has never reached your eyes, but your eyes are already full of tears. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. Acquaintances from your hometown greet you with a smile, and children look at you strangely.

As I approached the door of my house, I found my elderly parents looking at the door. I couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.

81. The old houses on Ping Street are very dilapidated. The bricks have turned from yellow to black. The water chestnut edges of the bricks have long been worn away. From a low point of view, the roof tiles are rotten and the houses are in disarray. Very short, only two to four stories high. The only Fumei Building in Fuyuan City is seventeen or eight stories high. Now that people have money, many old houses on Pingjie Street have been demolished and built into tall buildings and magnificent buildings. , such as: Shengjing Hotel Jinshi Hotel Mobile Communications Building, etc.

82. I really miss the mountains and rivers in my hometown. They are so beautiful. The refreshing green of the mountains in my hometown makes me unforgettable. How nostalgic! I always dream about the mountains in my beautiful hometown. They are so beautiful and have wrinkles one by one that I will never forget. However, my mother, who always loves to make fun of the scenery, now actually took me away from my hometown and came to this busy Wudi. Why did my hometown abandon me? Am I not cute enough?

83. My hometown is a small and remote village in Suihua City, Heilongjiang Province. There was no bustle of the city, but I felt the most authentic rhythm of nature there. The unpretentious chatter and laughter of the folks, the chirping of birds flying in the air, the sound of the flowing water in the river in front of the door, the chirping of insects in the trees and grass... aren't these all the notes of hometown? I can't help but sigh, how intoxicating it is to listen to the music of my hometown!

84. I don’t know why, but I always wake up in the middle of the night. I feel like I am sleeping, but I toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. After hearing the noise, the city is only terrifyingly quiet at this time. I open the window, There are no bustling crowds, no shouts from vendors, only the mottled light and shadow cast by the street lamps that stretch the time. Only in such a night can I feel a hint of hometown. Only today do I realize that once the mask of glitz has faded away, the city has long been my home.

85. My homesickness! The mountains floating in my hometown are like the clouds and mist of those days. My homesickness! It permeates the sky, but it tortures my heart. My homesickness! It was a resentful sigh after I woke up from the dream. My homesickness! It's the slightly bluish smoke in the white curls. My homesickness! It’s the bitter taste in my heart. My homesickness! It is an eternal pain in my heart. I always struggled with whether leaving my hometown was a mistake I was destined to make.

86. There is a clear river not far behind my house. The green river surface looks sparkling under the golden sunlight. There are green trees on both sides of the river, their shadows are dancing, and the flowers and plants are swaying in the wind, which is pleasing to the eye and makes you reluctant to leave. Flocks of little white geese lined up in the river, swimming happily. People in twos and threes chatted while washing clothes on the shore; in summer, friends played and had water fights by the water. The river is our happy paradise.

87. Greentown—Zhengzhou! In this beautiful city, truth, goodness and beauty, like little elves, shuttle through every corner of the city; truth, goodness and beauty, like a fiery sun, shine in every corner of the city; truth, goodness and beauty, like a beautiful rainbow, with beautiful The brilliance of the city spans across the city, leaving people with a burst of warm sunshine...Truth, goodness and beauty are also a beautiful landscape. As long as you observe carefully, you will definitely find the existence of truth, goodness and beauty!