Impression of homesickness in my old house.

the impression of an old house with a small brush about the nostalgia 1

My hometown is always so beautiful that people are fascinated and unable to extricate themselves. Whether it is a scenic spot or a small bridge, people can leave a most beautiful memory.

In my hometown, there was an immortal sage-Zhu Xi. His grandmother was buried on the mountain in my hometown. In the second year of Jiaqing, Song Ningzong named Zhu Xi "Wengong", and this mountain has been called "Wengong Mountain" ever since.

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

On the top of the mountain, the sage's grandmother was buried, surrounded by 16 fir trees. At that time, Zhu Xi planted 24 fir trees around his ancestral tomb according to the eight diagrams, symbolizing "twenty-four filial piety". This filial piety is really touching.

"I insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken stones." Bamboo represents the spirit of China people-resilience. At the same time, it is also artistic, and together with plum, orchid and chrysanthemum, it is called "four gentlemen", and the bamboo forest in Wengong Mountain is like this. Sometimes I talk about the beauty of life with the seven sages of the bamboo forest, and sometimes I stand opposite Zheng Banqiao, chanting "Bamboo Stone" and feel the "wind in the southeast and northwest" of bamboo.

In the hidden banana forest, there is a small academy, which is shrouded by the smell of the mountains, forming a unique clean stream. Close your eyes and Zhu Xi seems to be sitting on it, telling the truth of life. When I left, my ears still echoed with his earnest teachings.

years have changed with the times, and what remains unchanged is the beauty of my hometown; What I can't kill is the memory of my hometown. Impression of the old house about homesickness 2

A poem with deep homesickness and an article full of yearning touched your heart and mine.

Today, with a strong homesickness, we launched a class activity of comprehensive study to show our different feelings in this activity. Let me introduce it below.

First of all, a beautiful and affectionate recitation makes people feel homesick. Where did this sound of nature come from? It is like a clear spring, like sweet rain and dew, a ray of warm sunshine ... Haha, this is of course Kylie Wong, Deng Rebing and Wen Hanwen. Then, I heard Ding Rui, the host, and said passionately, "Next, please invite Mao Hanmin and other four students to perform the textbook drama-Plum Blossom Soul for us." The wonderful performances of four students made me feel like scenes appeared in front of my eyes, and also made me feel my grandfather's yearning for the motherland in the play, and his love for the motherland was deeply imprinted in my heart. Finally, a poem full of homesickness evokes the homesickness of some people in the place. I am immersed in a deep homesickness and reminisce about the happy time I spent in my hometown. This activity ended in a deep homesickness.

Through this activity, I know that people who are wandering abroad always have a deep yearning for their hometown and endless concern for their loved ones ... wherever they go, they always have their hometown home in their hearts. Impression of an old house with a little pen practice about nostalgia 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 and as transparent as a flawless jade. Reminds me of Zhu Xi's "How can I ask the spring so clearly?" Because there is a source of living water. " In the early morning, the diffuse water mist hangs over the river like a veil. Looking down the river, water and sky meet, and it is a mystery. At dusk, the afterglow of the sunset shines obliquely on the river, sparkling. The cool river breeze is blowing slowly, so intoxicating and inspiring.

The mountains in my hometown are towering, with lush trees, standing on the land of my hometown like a handsome male soldier full of vigor and vitality. The trees in the mountains are full of vitality, green grass and colorful flowers. Everywhere is full of birds and flowers, what a colorful scene. Walking on the forest path, stepping on the grassy ground, smelling the fragrant flowers, enjoying the vigorous pine trees and breathing the fresh air in the mountains, who can not bring it into the infinite reverie?

thinking about it, the tears of homesickness just burst down. Looking back at those simple and amiable figures suddenly, it is like a flock of geese flying across the sky to their home. There are green grass, red flowers, and the little dolls called parents. They have bright smiles like flowers. There are blue waters and old parents' tears. There are high roads and low hurdles, as well as my childhood playmates, chasing cows and sheep on the east mountain at sunrise, singing and laughing to learn.

and ... people who go home, where is their home? When can I go home? "Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away ..." A song "Olive Tree" once again set up my memories. Impression of an old house with a little pen practice about nostalgia 4

I jumped into a clear river, sandwiched between two beautiful mountains, and my folks lived on the river bank. Living in this quiet and sweet land, I feel infinite happiness and happiness.

In the morning, I got up early, climbed the hill covered with green clothes, breathed the fresh air and integrated myself into the beautiful scenery of nature. After a while, a dazzling red sun rose in the sea in the east, shining on the hills and dyeing them red. The sun rose gradually, and soon lit up every corner of my hometown, driving away the dew that had been sleeping all night among the flowers. Everything in the world is the same, but it wakes up and the whole hometown suddenly becomes active. In the mountains and on the ridges, there are people who get up early and work everywhere, sweating in the world, but harvesting in the autumn season.

In a hurry, people have just sown the seeds of spring, and it seems that they haven't had time to count them. The lively summer has arrived.

Although it is hot in summer, there are white clouds to shelter me from the sun, tall banyan trees to shed green shade for me, and lively scenes to relieve my boredom. Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, a "Dragon Boat Race" will never be forgotten in my hometown. At that time, many old men came to watch the race and watched the young men shuttle across the river. They showed their youth and vitality to the fullest and brought people endless fun.

Autumn wind is blowing, and my hometown brings me the joy of harvest: winter has come, and my hometown brings me full of warmth. My hometown is deeply engraved in my heart: in the frustrated season, he brought me comfort; in the successful days, he enjoyed happiness with me.

in the colorful life, hometown is the most beautiful color: in the five flavors of life, hometown is the most fragrant one. To appreciate one's hometown is to appreciate a beautiful painting.

Beautiful hometown, you gave me life, so that I can walk again in a colorful world. Beautiful hometown, you gave me courage, so that I can stand up again in the lost days. Impression of the old house with a little pen practice about the nostalgia 5

I always believe that no matter where a person goes, his hometown is always a place he deeply misses. I always think back to my innocence and innocence in the dead of night. Perhaps it is because my hometown once carried my greatest ideals and sincere friendship, or because I have feelings that I can't give up with my hometown, so my feelings for my hometown are always increasing. I love my hometown, Xiyang and the place where I grew up. No matter where you go, you will never forget your hometown.

Before, when I was studying in other places, I was always deeply attached to my hometown from kindergarten to the fourth grade of primary school. Whenever the bright moon rises and gives the earth a faint glow, the feeling of missing home will be strengthened. At that time, I always longed to have a pair of white wings, fly and fly back to my hometown ... How can we not be amazed by the fascinating attractions of Mengshan misty rain, blue water, ancient temple gardens, flood ponds, Shima cold clouds, Xiyang flowers and trees, Songfeng snow and Gaoluo Qifeng? "Five-color Dan flowers spread to Xiyang, but now red and white are still fighting for fragrance, fragrant Brahman rides in a real fairyland, and colorful clouds are reflected above." "Three thousand flowers world road is boundless, heterogeneous people from Xiyang. In spring, the brocade is divided into five colors, and the fragrance is turned over and led into a row. The charming smile is like dumping the country, and the wonderful dance is good at it with the wind. Who asked Luoyang to boast of its prosperity? The old terrace was desolate. " I'm afraid that even the immortals will stop to watch and admire these peony flowers. "It is not easy to climb around the dangerous peak, and Wansong is coiled around the stone ridge. Deep rocks have accumulated three winters of snow, and there is still ice in June in the shade.

the cold is hard to get rid of, and the frozen suspicion is wet and congealed. I feel thirsty when I am sleepy in the summer, and I want to use the cold to dissipate the depression. " How can I not be proud of the wonders of pine peaks and snow? Beautiful! Four "hometown, hometown, hometown I love! The mountains and waters in my hometown are also beautiful, my hometown, my hometown, my beloved hometown! I can't forget the delicious food in my hometown ... "Impression of my hometown. 6

My hometown, Yangzhou, has a long history and a thousand-year-old monument like daming temple; Yangzhou has picturesque scenery and slender West Lake. There are many cuisines in Yangzhou, including classic cuisines like lion's head. Today, I would like to introduce to you the delicious food that our people in Yangzhou are proud of.

Lion Head, as a native of Yangzhou, this dish is our "business card". How can visitors from other places not try it?

Lion's head, like a giant planet in a galaxy, is surrounded by some green vegetables. The rich brown soup makes tourists drool and want to take a sip. This soup is very delicious and addictive whether it is soaked in rice or just drunk. Look at the green vegetables, a few short ones, which taste oily but not greasy, greasy but not oily, refreshing and memorable, and drenched with marinade, which is a perfect match! It also adds a little green to this dish, which is very beautiful and is the gospel of vegetarians.

finally, the main dish, lion's head! Why is it called "lion's head"? I think it's because it's very big, just like a lion's head. First, look at its shape. When it is lightly touched with chopsticks, it is directly poked out of a small hole. What follows is that its thick soup flows out of the hole like a clear spring. It can be seen that it has completely absorbed the soup and reached the "peak" state. A round non-round sphere can only be made delicious with the best of black pork, the essence of various spices and the exquisite craftsmanship of chefs. When you take a bite, the soup immediately "explodes" in your mouth, while the meat is soft with hardness, and the hardness with softness. If you taste it carefully, you can also taste the sweetness, which is memorable.

our family once bought a lion's head, which can be said to be the best. Vegetables, beef, and pork changed in the chef's hands and became a delicious lion's head. Ah! Yangzhou, why do you have such delicious food?

Yangzhou, a city that arouses my taste buds and nostalgia. Impression of the old house with a little pen practice about the nostalgia 7

On Chang 'an Avenue, there was a scene of depression and decline, and the common people complained bitterly.

All this has something to do with today's holy family. He drinks and has fun all day, loves beauty and has no mind to pay attention to the affairs of state. I was summoned to the palace on the idea of advising the Holy Family and serving the imperial court. But this bad king made me try my best to write poems to win the favor of my concubine < P >. I, Li Bai I, am innocent. How can I serve the court in this way?

finally, I chanted loudly, "Go out laughing in the sky. Are we Artemisia people?" He left the palace with long sleeves and full of anger.

Now, standing aimlessly in this street, I suddenly smell a long-lost fragrance, which turned out to be a long-awaited wine fragrance! I went in excitedly, and when I stumbled back to the hut after drinking, it was already night.

I leaned on the bed and looked at the light from the crescent moon. Oh, that's what the crescent moon gave me, but why didn't it give me more? But even a little bit, I still feel extremely warm.

I gently pushed open the window and saw the frost all over the window. Is it really frost? I rubbed my eyes hard, only to find that it was a gentle moonlight, even and bright.

Leaning out of the window, Jingjing stared at the unreachable moon, which was beautiful, beautiful. It has a pure heart, how many people have admired it gently, it is still not proud, not complacent, and always sticks to its duties, and it knows that this is a sacred mission.

before you know it, your neck has become stiff. Slowly lowering my head, I suddenly saw my old mother, who had been white-haired and had worked hard to pull me up, and all the elders in my hometown. Suddenly, my heart was full of bitterness, and my sight was gradually blurred. I reached out and touched it. It turned out to be tears! Impression of the old house with a little pen practice about the homesickness 8

The perseverance, courage, simplicity and kindness of Shaoxing people have already melted into the blood, which has been passed down from generation to generation. —— Inscription

Shaoxing has a vast territory, abundant resources, pleasant scenery, an ancient history and profound traditional culture, and hardworking people, and is known as the "land of plenty". My hometown is located in this beautiful and magical place.

The houses in my hometown are made of bricks, with white walls and tiles rising from the ground, telling a long history and revealing an ancient flavor. People live by the water, the willows by the river are graceful, the river is like water and tender, and there is no fierceness of flood. There is only hard work here, and there are few natural and man-made disasters.

in my hometown, if a family gives birth to a daughter, it is necessary to bury an altar of wine in front of the house, and take it out to congratulate her when her daughter grows up and gets married. After more than ten years or even twenty years of storage, the rice wine brewed by Jianhu water has not destroyed the original taste, but is more mellow and sweet. "This wine should only be available in the sky. How many times can the world taste it?" This kind of wine is well-known at home and abroad, which is the famous "Daughter Red".

stinky tofu in my hometown is a wonderful snack. Golden golden stinky tofu, with sweet sauce, smells smelly and tastes fragrant, and it's not good! This is a major feature of my hometown. Look at that string of stinky tofu, don't they represent the hearts of the people in their hometown like gold?

The people in my hometown work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and work hard. They sow the seeds of perseverance, courage, simplicity and kindness in the land of hope with their sweat and longing! People in their hometown are like this. With hard-working hands, they create myth after myth and legend after legend! Impression of an old house with a little pen practice about homesickness 9

Whenever the bright moon sprinkles the last ray of moonlight on the earth, the sky begins to gradually take off its black clothes and reveal the white jade body, and the morning comes immediately. It's just dawn, even the chicken hasn't crowed yet! Who is "playing the piano" on the leaves with little feet in the Woods? Leave a footprint? oh It turned out to be a group of naughty and naive children at work! Racing on country roads, chasing and playing hide-and-seek in rice fields, catching shrimps and light rain fish by the stream in front of and behind the house are all their happy games, which can be described as a natural playground for children. Unconsciously, it was time to go to school again. The children took up their schoolbags and ran to the school in three steps.

at noon, women carry delicious and hot food in their hands and shout.