Hometown impression composition is 400 to 500 words.

Shilin is my hometown. Wherever I go, the river in my hometown is the most unforgettable one for me.

In my childhood memory, the river in my hometown is like a gentle ribbon, winding through the north and south banks of my hometown; It is also like a distant collector, recording the beautiful green hills and criss-crossing Yuan Ye on both sides. It is the artery of hometown land, irrigating the originally barren land with boiling blood; It is a bond between hometown people. Shilin people in the upper, middle and lower reaches have built the harmony of Shilin because of the Ganges River.

The river in my hometown is called Moxi River. Perhaps it is because its upstream Shawan is the hometown of Mr. Guo Moruo, a literary celebrity.

The river in my hometown used to be clear, neither deep nor wide, so summer is a natural place to swim. The stone beach under the banyan tree by the river is a good place for the elderly and children who can't swim to enjoy the cool. Occasionally, when the water rises and ebbs, the place where the stream enters the river is the place where pleasure seekers fish in troubled waters and catch shrimps. Sometimes people will run by the river all day, and the scene is very lively. Because the river is as clear as well water, people in the street wash clothes by the river, saving a lot of things. (Wanjing Literature www.wan-jing.com)

About ten years ago, the rivers in my hometown began to change. For the economic development of Shilin, my hometown began to develop coal resources on a large scale. At one time, wastewater and waste residue from dozens of coal mines were dumped into Moxi River. Since then, the river in my hometown is no longer clear, and people's living habits have to be changed. Two years later, three cascade power stations were built in the middle and lower reaches of Moxi, and several chemical plants with wastewater discharge were added in the middle reaches. Since then, the river has deepened and widened, and this dirty river has become a place where parents warn their children to pay attention to safety. People no longer go to the river to wash clothes, enjoy the cool, swim or catch fish and shrimp. ...

Because of coal mines and factories, people in Shilin have a place to earn money, and their economy has developed and their living standards have improved, but they have also paid a heavy price-making the rivers in their hometown cry. ...

Walking in the street one day, I saw a group of people chatting. Listen together, some are thinking about how cool and comfortable this river used to be, some are expressing how to protect it, some are extremely excited, and some are filled with indignation. It seems that the call of "sustainable development", "green environmental protection" and "win-win" ... these times has begun to touch the souls of Shilin people.

Because of this river, Shilin people broke the previous harmony.

I sincerely hope that the lives of people in my hometown will get better and better. I also sincerely hope that the rivers in my hometown will restore their former beauty as soon as possible.

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Chapter 2: Memories of my hometown.

My hometown is Doumen Wushan, which is full of mountains and rivers. This is a beautiful countryside where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. There is no noise of the city. But it has the tranquility of the country.

The five mountains in my hometown have different changes all year round. Spring is full of spring breeze. In summer, the sky is clear in Wan Li. In autumn, the rice waves roll and the fruits are ripe and fragrant. Winter is quiet and deep, and the cold weather is biting. But I like my hometown in spring.

In the spring morning, I woke up happily, and birds were singing all around. Just after winter, the footsteps of spring come quietly. She came to the field, which was covered with green clothes; Before she came to the branch, long green hair grew on the branch. In spring, like a pair of skillful hands full of artistic inspiration, she silently painted a beautiful picture for my hometown.

Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the sky is crisp. I walked alone on the winding path, like a long dragon walking on the edge of a field. Looking at the fields in the north, my eyes are full of lush. Pieces of rice seedlings in the field seem to be a symbol of the beautiful scenery of the five mountains. The river in Tanobe, with its green and white seedlings, extends eastward and gently enters the clouds, just like a beautiful landscape painting. It is refreshing that the colors are so harmonious. At this time, a gentle spring breeze blew, stroking my face like my mother's gentle hand, which made me feel extremely comfortable from body to mind.

I am in such a beautiful scenery, running carefree, running carefree and laughing carefree.

In the warm sunshine, I lay quietly on the soft green grass and looked up at the blue sky. Clouds are floating in the blue sky, like white sails on the blue sea, dreaming of a long journey, and sometimes flying over twittering birds, whispering about Chun Yan. Looking at it, I am like a baby lying in my mother's arms, and I am gradually immersed in my mother's humming lullaby. "Tut-tut" birdsong drove away my plan. I turned over, prone on the ground, put my face on the soft green grass and buried my head in the grass. My face feels comfortable.

Just like the blink of an eye, the blue sky disappeared and the gentle sunshine disappeared. Bai Yueguang appeared, and shining stars appeared. The bright moon is a beautiful dream at night, the river is a selfless dedication from afar, and spring is a happy harvest in autumn. My childhood left me with colorful memories. In the gentle spring breeze and the faint night, I looked at the sky and saw a colorful kite, looking for and thinking. I should add a trace of color to tomorrow's leaves like spring breeze, and add a memory to morning and dusk like sunrise.

I like my hometown in spring. (Wanjing Literature www.wan-jing.com)

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Chapter 3: Memories of my hometown.

"Where is the sunset? There is a sad mist on the river waves. " The Chinese teacher is talking about something on the platform. Only this sentence is true to me and I understand it. A homesick poet, a deep homesickness! Hometown, what's that? Where is my hometown? Hometown is a strange word to me, it is too strange and too far away. ...

I left my so-called hometown-Northeast when I was five years old. As far as I can remember, it was just a poor and backward place. What is rare, however, is that in the long river of memory, I can also collect some good memories about it. ...

Home, home in the northeast, dilapidated adobe house, grassy roof, spacious yard and a small vegetable garden, this is my home, my hometown.

In the dilapidated earthen house, there are my memories, warm and beautiful memories ... As soon as the sun came out, the rooster in the yard began to crow. That may be when I was three or four years old! It must be cute! I appeared, my grandfather was wearing a blue coat, and the stove crackled. My grandfather was really handsome at that time ... I don't know if it was his smoke or the stove. The whole room is hazy. I stood up and cried, "Milk, milk! Pee! Pee! " Someone did come in the fog. It should be a big brother, I don't remember. ...

Thatched roof, that's the highest place I've ever been ... maybe the house is leaking! Uncle held the ladder three times and two times and walked into the room. He is tall and strong ... the roof is full of temptation for me. Finally one day, I tried my best to climb the ladder. Maybe I was five years old at that time, which was the age full of curiosity! Just when I was about to finish the victory, I was carried down. "This boy is enough!" Hehe, kid, I'm also full of curiosity about things.

The spacious yard is where I play. But to me, this place seems to be full of danger-a strong cock. It seems that he can bully me in this family. No matter how I avoid his sight, after I took the first step to go out, I looked back and saw that he was always standing behind me, with a fierce look. Next, I ran crying and howling ... Grandma, at this time, always gave me a helping hand, only to see a few stuffed rice, whizzing over, always in my heart.

Vegetable garden, which is the only source of income for grandpa's family. There is a rhubarb dog. He took a bite when a chicken came in, but he didn't bully me. He was very kind to me, but then he disappeared somehow, and I have no memory of him anymore. Speaking of irrigation, that's my happiest time. The freezing groundwater is continuously sent to the ground, swirling around the ground, nourishing every piece of land. Here I know that Li Zichang is in the tree and watermelon is crawling on the ground. ...

In my hometown, except my grandfather's house, I still remember the blankets and Woods lying on the ground, which are still so kind and nostalgic. ...

Yes, there is a lot of grass in my hometown. People raise cattle and live a life of sunrise and sunset. When herding cattle, all the cows rushed to the grass, and now they are out of sight. I remember when I was a child, I was lazy and I would quit when I was tired. I sat on the grass. Now that I think about it, the grass really stung me. It was really blue that day. ...

My hometown is full of small forests. It is said that every household should plant them in case of sandstorm. These trees are tall and lush. It's raining, so I can't feel it walking in the Woods. I will wait until the rain stops and the leaves on the tree can't bear it, then I will fall ... After the rain, I will accompany my grandmother to pick mushrooms in the forest. Now there are mushrooms in some fields after the rain, but they are far less big and delicious than those in my hometown. ...

Fragments of my hometown flooded into my mind. It turned out that my childhood was so beautiful. I'm not a city resident. I have memories of my hometown. I have my hometown, the land that only belongs to my memory. ...

It turns out that I am not far from my hometown. ...

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Article 4: Memory bag of hometown

Dear teachers and students:

Hello everyone!

My hometown is simple and my memories are familiar. We were deeply moved by those dull past events. Those scenes, big and small, all contain our past. Today, I will tell you about my hometown life during my summer vacation.

At that time, every morning, I became my aunt's "follower", carrying a hoe and a basket and swaggering to work in the fields.

Looking around, everywhere is full of green vitality, green dazzling and green moving. Many rape blossoms are like naughty elves, scrambling to stick their heads out; Red peppers stick out from the lush green leaves; I can't tell rice from weeds that look like rice, so I play naughty. Unexpectedly, rice was thrown into the trash can as a weed and put into the basket as a weed. My aunt saw it and twisted my ear and laughed wildly.

In my hometown, there are many interesting insects hidden in the small corner of the field. The most interesting thing is to play with ants. The ants in my hometown are all black. As long as you carefully put the ant on the plate and touch it with weeds, it will be played around by you, baa baa!

Enough fun, enough laughter, I went to help my aunt pick peppers again! Pepper in one hand and gently put it on the basket.

A blue and white butterfly is flying in mid-air, so free and beautiful. My footsteps and eyes have been tracking it silently, and sometimes I will chase it.

When you are tired, just relax, lie on the ground, sing a few songs happily and gradually fall asleep. ...

The night is so quiet and comfortable. ...

Thank you!

Sixth grade: Zheng Lici

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Chapter 5: Deep in memory

In my deep memory, there are many short plays, which are shown in front of my eyes like movies, but one scene stays for a long time. ...

I remember that winter, it was very cold, but one thing warmed my heart. I had to go to school that morning, but when I got up, it was already 6: 40. Oh, my God, I'm going to be late. I got out of bed, dressed quickly and went straight to the bathroom. After washing quickly, I saw my mother get up and say, "son, I'll take you there." "Very good."

We went downstairs, and my mother took me on my father's old bike. I am fat and my mother is thin, so it is difficult to take me. Soon, I heard my mother panting. I leaned against my mother's thin back and felt very practical. This thin figure can give me warmth and support. ...

Soon, the school arrived, and my mother said, "Go quickly and stop playing." "Goodbye, Mom." I said. "Study hard at school ..." Looking at my mother's kind smile, I was a little sad, because I found that my mother had a few more wrinkles, which made me old. Mom, I will study hard ... I said silently in my heart.

This matter may be nothing to my mother, but it is very important to me. It has been deeply buried in my memory and can't be forgotten for a long time …

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Chapter 6: My Journey to My Hometown (1)-My Hometown

My hometown is a beautiful village in western Zhejiang.

There is a small river in front of the village, which extends in the distance along the winding road. The river is crystal clear, but the water is shallow. I asked my father why, and my father said, "It's been a long drought this year. It hasn't rained, and the river has evaporated." On both sides of the river are rolling hills. There are many trees on the mountains, which are lush from a distance. There are houses like villas at the foot of the mountain, which are very beautiful.

We crossed the bridge and found a lovely yellow kitten. Dad stroked the kitten with his hand, and the kitten put up its tail to guard. Suddenly, a puppy jumped out, and the kitten jumped on the railing quickly, with great agility. I looked up and saw an oriole resting leisurely on a telephone pole under the blue sky. In front of grandpa's house, a hen is walking on the stone road. Looking back from time to time, my father told me: "The comb of the rooster is bigger than that of the hen, the tail is longer than that of the hen, and the legs of the hen are shorter than that of the rooster." There is a pear tree in front of the door. There are many small brown pears on the pear tree. Although the pear is small, it is very original and environmentally friendly.

On the ridge, sesame bears sesame seeds, and the top of sesame blossoms. At this time, I remembered a sentence: "Sesame blossoms are getting higher and higher." I saw a grape next to sesame, and its vines clung to the stone wall.

There is a ginkgo tree at the entrance of the village. It is said that this tree was left over from the Tang Dynasty and has a very long history.

In the evening, my father and I are by the river. Although the weather is hot, the breeze is cool. This is my hometown.

Grade 3, Hutang Shixiaoyucheng Campus, Wujin District, Changzhou, Jiangsu Province: Wang Jinglin

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Article 7: Memory of the State

"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer …" Whenever this song rings in my ear, I will recall my colorful childhood in the countryside. Childhood is like a poem, which contains our happy memories; Childhood is picturesque, and colorful past events are recorded in the painting.

My most unforgettable time was herding sheep with my partner. It was a weekend, and my partner Yu Qiu and I went to my grandmother's house in the country to play. Grandma's neighbor, my great-grandmother, was about to herd sheep, so we drove the sheep to the field. Along the way, we had a whim and wanted to ride a sheep, so we started to act. Autumn rain is really funny. As soon as I got on the sheep, the sheep jumped around and threw her upside down. Just as I was gloating, Yu Qiu said to me discontentedly, "What are you laughing at?" ! Ride if you can! "Riding, riding, don't think I'm afraid, silently thinking, I approached the lamb step by step, but it ran away, but the second time I approached it, I learned the last lesson and jumped up at lightning speed. My experience was the same as the autumn rain, but I immediately realized that I was going to be dumped. I grabbed the horn tightly and it saved me. " Haha laughter ... "Our laughter drifted far away. ...

Time flies and I am growing. Looking back on these things now, it is really funny!

Grade 5, Beihoujie Primary School, Xixiang County, Hanzhong City, Shaanxi Province: Xingtong Baby

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Chapter 8: Memories of my hometown

By car, looking around, the flat winding path ahead is like a vibrant long dragon, welcoming you to my hometown-Xinzhuang.

The car slowly moves forward, passes an ancient bridge, stops under the "green velvet umbrella", walks barefoot to the crystal clear river, washes your feet, and suddenly makes you feel refreshed. Mother Sun looks in the mirror on the clear river like a mirror. Countless smooth stones are also enjoying the warmth given by Mother Sun in the clear river. You can clearly see the lively little fish playing freely! The river is singing and floating away like a transparent flower belt.

Quietly come to the foot of the vibrant mountain and listen to the forest singer-bird singing euphemistic tunes happily. The song is loud, clear and beautiful, leading you to the deep mountains and forests. Look, dewdrops are dreaming in colorful flowers. The towering old trees there are stacked together in various forms. Hey, that tree is sleeping, that tree is like a green screen, and that tree is welcoming you. The farther you go, the more the morning mist looks like a layer of white gauze. It makes you feel like a dream, a fantasy, and it also makes you feel a little shy like a mountain. Down to the foot of the mountain, the mountains gradually unveiled like beautiful Uighur girls and quietly put on long green dresses. Looking back at the dreamlike beauty is unforgettable!

Reluctantly recalling the beautiful scenery on the way home and enjoying the pleasure of "traveling alone in the world of picture scroll", people want to cheer, jump for joy, sing and sing. ...

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Article 9: Beautiful hometown

Everything in the world has its beauty. Nature gives us life, and of course it also gives us good feelings. Yes, nature, she is the most beautiful.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter. The change of seasons is the soul of beauty endowed by nature. Each season has its own strengths. In spring, everything revives and new ideas soar. All kinds of flowers come unexpectedly Birds are singing on the branches. Everything seems to be alive; In summer, everything competes for the light and heat given by the sun and desperately releases oxygen. Standing under the tree, the green leaves block the strong sunshine for you, and cicadas sing in the tree. At this time, you will find that the sun shines through the gap between the green leaves and falls on the dark green lawn, swaying like a happy elf; In autumn, the world suddenly turns yellow, this golden attractive color. Standing on the vast wheat field, the sky is so high and blue, the clouds are so white, and there are still small flowers around. Embrace nature with open arms, stand in the wheat field and fly like a bird, and a cool breeze blows head-on, making you feel immersive; In winter, although it is bitterly cold, the world covered with snow all over the sky is really pitiful and lovely. Beauty hidden in nature is a beautiful spirit purified by nature.

There are many beautiful and noble giraffes, gentle and kind puppies, horses with strong posture, camels on desert boats ... they give human beings a sense of beauty.

The beauty of people and things are integrated into this world, and there are many beautiful things hidden, which need someone to dig. It can be said that most of the beauty is developed in nature. So we say that the beautiful hometown is nature.

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Article 10: Wells in my hometown

My hometown has extremely beautiful scenery, and it is a place with mountains and water. Five or six wells, large and small, are distributed in the center of the village. The most famous one there is a green fragrant well, which people usually use to irrigate fields and wash clothes.

When spring comes quietly, well water gurgles into cracked fields like milk. At this time, the fish and shrimp have also settled down in the water. They swim around happily and carefree. The well is divided into three wellheads, and the four walls of the well are neatly built with stones. Green grass grows at the bottom of the well. When the water is stirred, the grass shakes leisurely, just like dancing. The willows planted around the well also sprouted. What a vibrant scene!

Summer is coming with the impatient cicada singing, the well water is getting cold, and the fragrant well is also busy. Those five or six-year-old children are playing with water by the well, catching crabs and putting some red shrimps in transparent glass bottles. Adults are holding a big cattail leaf fan to enjoy the cool under the green camphor tree, sitting on a long bench and chatting with their families, and the sound of frolicking drowns out the sound of running water.

Gradually, the willow withered, and autumn came with dead leaves. The fragrant well was covered with a layer of yellow, like a layer of gold. In winter, snow falls in succession, rain and snow accumulate in the well, and the well water keeps flowing and steaming! Although it is not as luxurious as the hot springs in the hotel, everyone loves it.

Ah! In my hometown, you are so beautiful, I love you!

The great wall middle school, yuhu district, Xiangtan County, Hunan Province, Grade 5: Wen Yuting.

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Chapter 1 1: Winter in my hometown

In my hometown, when winter comes, snow is our frequent visitor.

The cold winter came to the world with staggering steps, which opened another vivid picture for people: the goose feather and snow were magnificent, the wind stopped and the snow fell behind, the silver trees stood proudly, the jade palace rose from the ground, dazzling light spots were everywhere, dazzling silver scissors were everywhere, and the streets seemed to be made of silver, so bright; The long icicles hang in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and people seem to live between Qionglou Yuyu. There are no seven colors, and there is snow everywhere. The beautiful picture of "blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" is white everywhere. Silver chickens lurk here, and cranes are invisible. People only have one feeling: white, white, white! This pure white makes people's feelings boil, the soul is purified, and the reason is sublimated ... So everyone becomes flawless and perfectly melts into the white Miri, Malaysia.

In the vast gray clouds, there are sparkling little snowflakes. Snowflakes floated to the hillside, covered the hillside with comfortable quilts, floated to the roof, covered the roof with thick cotton-padded clothes, floated to the earth, and covered the earth with beautiful silver.

Next to the snow, there is a garden in which chrysanthemums have been covered with snow and ice. There is also a cedar in the flower bed, standing proudly, facing the biting cold wind. Cedar is covered with ice strips, like silver chrysanthemums, crystal clear. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the ice bars, reflecting dazzling light, which was beautiful.

At this time, I was intoxicated by the charming snow in my hometown.

Won the sixth grade of jia county Xinyi Middle School: Pan.

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Article 12: Autumn in my hometown

The ancients loved "sad autumn" and thought that their lives would fall like fallen leaves. In fact, life will always come to an end, but as long as you can find yourself with some kind of harvest like "autumn harvest", you should leave without regrets.

Autumn in my hometown, like other places, is full of harvest: huge beans, delicious melons and fruits, and simple and honest villagers harvest those dazzling eyes and grin happily.

The only unique scenery in my hometown in autumn is in the mountains. The mountains in my hometown are neither majestic as Mount Tai nor gentle as Qiu Ping. The only thing it has is endless vitality. The wind swept through the continuous hillside, making the quiet hillside lively. The grass meets the gentle tail of the wind and beats unforgettable; The flower blushed with jealousy and showed off her spicy dance; The birds sang beautiful tunes with the accompaniment; Not to be outdone, Koizumi tapped on the+stone on the shore, tinkling, showing its better music; The towering tree looked at this scene and shook his head happily. What a beautiful picture of the warmth and vitality of spring.

Autumn in my hometown is as energetic and lovely as spring. But the reason why it is far better than spring is that it makes people see the beginning and the harvest.

Pick a wild fruit on a small slope tree and take a sip, and you will recall the bitterness and bitterness of life; Pick up a fragrant flower that fell from the tree and smell it. You will feel that you have experienced and gained something. The last condiment in life is sweet.

So, why "Sad Autumn"?

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