Write a composition in a familiar hometown

1. Write a composition in my hometown (or a familiar place). As we all know, hometown is our ancestral home. I think everyone will have a different understanding of hometown. My hometown is beautiful. Wherever we go, no matter how beautiful and rich it is, we will feel that our hometown is the most beautiful. I remember a song that said, "How I want to go back to my hometown, to him …" When I was growing up, there was an example of how I wanted to go back to my hometown. That was when I was in fourth grade. It was summer vacation at that time, and everyone wanted to go outside and come back, and I was no exception. At that time, my grandmother moved to Shenzhen to live. I heard that Shenzhen is very prosperous, and it's nice to live in a tall building. I listened to what they said and couldn't wait. It happens that my father works in Shenzhen. I want to take this opportunity to talk to my mother about whether I can go. I told my mother about it, and she seems to want me to go this time. When I said it, she readily agreed. I'm glad that everyone who lives in the countryside will want to go to the city. My mother asked me to go with a girl next door. My sister next door was going on a business trip, so I went with her.

Wow, it's too noisy. The most beautiful place I have ever seen. I should have come earlier! Dad took me to grandma's house, looked at their clothes and looked at my own clothes. This is a different world. They are all looking at me ... they have lived here for more than ten days and were very happy when they first came. Now, I begin to miss my hometown, I miss everything in my hometown, and my sister, brother and mother ... I want to go back. My mother called several times and I was crying. I miss my classmates and friends, and the days go by day. When I first started school, I asked my father that I would go back to my hometown. I look forward to going back early every day, and finally at my rigid request, my father took me back.

What a familiar feeling-hometown, warm home, beautiful flowers and trees, hardworking farmers and lively children. This is our hometown, full of joy and laughter. I have returned to my hometown. Although the city is more prosperous than our hometown, I like my hometown. If someone asks me about my ideal, I will say study hard and make contributions to my hometown when I grow up. I believe our hometown will be more beautiful in the future. What about you? How is your hometown? I think you love your hometown as much as I do.

2. Write a composition of about 600 words on the topic of "There are landscapes in familiar places". Some people say that familiar places have scenery, and familiar places have no scenery.

I told you, familiar places also have scenery. It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because the understanding of the word "scenery" is one-sided.

Some people always regard unfamiliar scenery as scenery, but the common scenery is not scenery, so the familiar solitary pine leaning on the cliff, willow tips brushing the shore, dragonflies and geese sweeping the air are not scenery in his eyes. People born in mountainous areas always yearn for the grandeur of the sea and the vastness of the plains, thinking that there are scenery there, because it is a strange place.

There is no scenery in a familiar place, which is a question of our understanding of the scenery, not a question of no scenery. It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because the understanding of scenery is too superficial, and only natural scenery is regarded as scenery, while the people who make up the scenery are ignored.

The old mother knitted a sweater for her son in the dim light at midnight; The white-haired old father stood at the entrance of the village, looking forward to the return of distant children; A young wife who takes care of the children at home and leans against the door to miss her husband who works in a foreign land, aren't these beautiful and moving scenery? It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because the beauty of familiar places cannot be found. Russell said that there is no beauty in life, but there is a lack of eyes to find beauty.

You see what Tao Yuanming wrote: "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely, and the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning." Is this scenery beautiful? Of course it's beautiful.

However, for rural people, chrysanthemum, who hasn't seen it? Fence, who is not familiar with it? There is no Nanshan in your hometown, but there should be Dongshan or Xishan; Birds are more common, but why do many of us always complain that there is no scenery in familiar places? Tao Yuanming, a poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, discovered beauty from a familiar place because of his eyes for discovering beauty, leaving us with extremely beautiful poems. It is said that there is no scenery in familiar places because there is not enough love for life.

Tao Yuanming is tired of officialdom and loves rural life. So in his eyes, more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. "

Such a beautiful scenery. If we love life, care about others and be grateful to society, we will find that farmers plow fields, workers make steel, teachers attend classes and police stand guard, all of which are beautiful scenery.

Familiar places also have scenery, morning dew, ah, another foggy day. The fog in my hometown is not so thick and beautiful as the fog in Emei Mountain, nor so strange and unpredictable as the fog in Huangshan Mountain, but what I appreciate most is the fog in my hometown.

My hometown is at the foot of Huiji Mountain, among the mountains. There are many mountains. The fog here has its unique charm. The fog in my hometown is beautiful and simple.

Is it as white as Xue Rui? It didn't. The white is slightly gray and the white is blue, which is much better than the white snow.

Yes, the dense fog sleeps between the green hills and the beautiful waters, drawing the aura of vegetation in the mountains. Don't dress up more beautifully? This kind of white fog is only found in the countryside, and it is difficult for any painter to adjust it. The fog in my hometown is natural and sincere. I really want to hold it in my hand, even in my arms, dye it on drawing paper and enjoy it from time to time. The fog in my hometown is deep and pure, not as oily as the fog in the city.

It's cute. Although pedestrians can only hear voices a few steps apart, they can't see people. Breathe a little fog and be cool. We went to school with our schoolbags on our backs, and the fog floated on my forehead and kissed me. I can't avoid it. This affectionate woman, have you exaggerated your enthusiasm and hospitality? Looking around, it's foggy.

Maybe some people will feel depressed and can't see the rolling peaks and lush bamboo, but I don't care. The dense fog is changing, turning into a cool breeze for a while, and turning into a small dewdrop for a while, sticking to my hair tips and eyelashes.

I close my eyes gently, and the cool feeling makes people relaxed and happy. After the baptism of fog, there seems to be tears in my eyes. The fog in my hometown is so soft.

As tough as white clouds, the scissors keep pulling. Gently spread it on the grass. The grass really loves Sister Wu and sucks the sweet juice heartily.

The sun rises and the fog dissipates. A red sun hung high in the air, and mountains, peaks and trees gradually appeared in outline. The mountains and rivers washed by fog are full of vitality.

The dying dead wood seems to be nourished and has a free and easy life. The fog in my hometown is kind and warm. I love the fog in my hometown. It's really memorable.

Comments: It is more appropriate to describe this article with "exquisiteness": First, the structure is exquisite. The article begins with the unique charm of white, thick, changeable and soft fog, and ends with "I really miss it", which is neat and neat. Second, the use of beautiful and neat short sentences makes this article more suitable for reciting. After reciting these words over and over again, I feel like a fog with a soul. In a distant but loud cry, the sleeping town yawned and rubbed its sleepy eyes, and gradually woke up.

A busy and comfortable day in the city has begun! I put on my schoolbag and crept downstairs for fear of waking my sleeping neighbor. Grandma downstairs is still burning her coal stove.

Grandma gently fanned the fan with a cattail leaf fan, and the smoke suddenly came out, making a gentle arc in the air, and then turning around the old crooked neck tree three times before reluctantly dispersing. "Hey, little darling, so early.

There will be an exam today, right? Be careful, you will do well in the exam! "Grandma smiled when she saw me. Her wrinkled face smiled more and more like a blooming chrysanthemum, and even her cuffs, trouser legs and elbows were wrinkled. "Be careful, don't choke! "Grandma's cattail leaf fan, which has been used for decades, brushed away the smoke, and I walked in the fresh air.

Grandma's coal stove and cattail leaf fan are a fresh scenery. In the distance, I saw the iron gate open.

That mottled iron gate is a loyal guard. Time has left a mark on it mercilessly, but it still unswervingly guards the safety of residents.

The old janitor is sitting under the crooked neck tree drinking tea. That familiar teapot should be bigger than me. Green tea leaves turned around and danced a soft and light waltz, overflowing with refreshing fragrance.

3. The composition "Familiar places also have scenery" is about hometown. It is the fourth composition written today, and it is also the fourth time that I don't approve of plagiarism, just want to give you an idea.

You may be studying in your hometown and know every inch of your hometown like the back of your hand. You are familiar with the same scenes here, rows of shops, schools after schools, nearby parks and buses running between them. You are familiar with the wind in May here, the blue sky in midsummer here, the fiery red clouds in the evening here, and of course, you are familiar with the smiling people all over the world who run around talking to you.

You've always wanted to go out and see, walk and see the scenery outside. Everything in your hometown is too boring for you.

So on a holiday, you really went out. You meet a stranger in a strange city, stroll into a strange shop, sleep in a strange bed in a strange hotel, and watch a strange sunrise on a strange morning. Everything here is very fresh. Although it is similar to your city, it may be much more prosperous than your city. You like it here, because here, you are a fresh person, and the air here is squeezing you, and you can't wait to say hello. However, at night, you must go back to the hotel. You can't see the bus stop sign clearly in the dark, and you are lost in this strange city. It is brightly lit and neon-lit. But not your city. There is no car that you can easily jump on without looking up at the stop sign. Maybe in fact, you're not that crazy about the road. You sit in the hotel early, watching the street lamps outside the window form a Avenue of Stars, leading to the unknown distance that you can't see clearly. Maybe you are a little lonely at this time. You have a postcard you just bought in your hand. You should tell your friends on it that it is very good here and you will stay here for a long time. Now you just want to write, I miss you very much, and I will be back soon.

You lie in bed and start to miss your hometown. Actually, my hometown is very beautiful. There are also clean streets, green trees and red flowers, blue sky and clear water, and parks and museums with a long history. You have seen many backpackers there before, and their expressions are the same as those when you wander in a strange city. You think your hometown is lovely, and your memories are like excellent photographers, taking pictures of your gentle hometown with unknown aperture and unknown angle, which you didn't find or maybe just forgot. Even the building you remember, the window where your parents will look at you from the window, has become extremely gentle.

You finally went home. When your feet stand on this land, you seem to be dreaming. This time, you seem to be a tourist from afar. You can't help admiring this deja vu. You don't feel really home until you are held in your parents' arms.

Familiar places also have scenery, which blooms in our memory for a long time.

Although I write very long, I can't copy it! Add your own ideas ~

There are many familiar things you often see in your composition, but unfortunately you are not there, so you don't have much impression. But the person I know is exactly the one you didn't notice.

There is no doubt that you have a good job. Although the salary for a month is not high, you can live decently by saving money. Although you don't have Yao Ming's figure or Schwarzenegger's shivering physique, you are never picky about food, so in my opinion, you should be healthy. And your clothes are very ethnic, and colorful fabrics are colorful and dazzling on you.

Once, I met you downstairs again. You are still wearing the same suit and patched socks, clothes and pants. I realize that the distance between us is so great, as if you don't belong to this era. You often shuttle back and forth in front of one trash can after another, not afraid of being dirty, reaching in to clean up the garbage without hesitation, just like a tree planting machine reaching into the soil without hesitation. Even the garbage is as dirty as the bad guys' faces. But your hands keep turning, your feet tap the ground gently and rhythmically, and your hair swings back and forth with your body. Unexpectedly, there is no trace of embarrassment, discomfort or sadness on your face. On the contrary, it seems a little poised and incredible. I admire your courage to put your hand in, which is probably incomparable to those who are eager to commit suicide. I'm-I'm even more ashamed.

You often go for a walk, which is more than one kilometer. It seems that people who want to lose weight but can't lose it should study hard.

You often sing in the street without scruple, regardless of your unpleasant singing, which leads to a high rate of turning around. Strangely, they don't seem to blame you, as if they are used to this kind of singing. You are not a pop star, but what those singers lack is the ability to improvise in the street.

You are a person who loves nature. You like the sun very much, and you always like to walk in the sun without an umbrella. You may think that this is the best way to get close to nature.

You are a cosmopolitan person with no fixed place, no husband and no children, but I can always see you in my hometown. Of course, a heart for hometown is indispensable. Although you and I are not related by blood, I know you very well and others know you very well. The only regret is that I, including everyone, don't know your name, and only give you an indecent nickname: "crazy woman", a deranged "crazy woman". I hope you can forgive me.

Children's shoes, you are the handles of Zhu Qinghu.

5.500 words of interesting childhood stories about our familiar home composition.

Opened the door of time, and time began to go back. I went back to my naive childhood. Childhood is a pure land without weeds and pollution, and a clear sky without shelter and barrier. There is innocence and sweetness flowing here, which will always make people have good memories. Once, on my birthday. My father gave me 100 yuan directly from Zhang. I don't know what this is for, because I am too young and ignorant. I ran to ask my friend, and he said, "You are so stupid that you don't even know this. This thing is a bookmark and can be clipped in a book. " Hearing this, I was ashamed to think: I thought it was a good thing, but it turned out to be a broken bookmark. I walked home in frustration and happened to meet my mother. She asked, "Son, what are you doing with money in your hand?"

As soon as I heard this, I was puzzled and asked, "Mom, since you just said that I have money in my hand, what is the money for?" Mother pretended to be very knowledgeable and said, "money can buy things." After listening to it, I still didn't know whether the paper was money or a bookmark, so I hid it under my pillow. A few days later, I saw my mother throw a big pile of money into the oil drum. I looked at a big pile of money in my mother's hand, one of which was exactly the same as the one my father gave me. I ran to the bed and took out the 100 yuan, thinking: didn't mom say that she could buy things if she had money? Then why did he burn the money? Maybe my mother is afraid that I know that money is useless. I rushed to my mother and handed her the money. She burned it without asking. In the evening, my father said to me, "Son, bring your 100 yuan and buy you some books." I said angrily, "Don't lie, that 100 yuan can't buy anything at all." Dad said, "Why not? Bring it quickly. " I said, "Ask mom for it." After hearing this, dad immediately ran to the kitchen and asked his mother, "What about 100 yuan, son?" Mom quickly said, "I didn't take it again, so I asked * * * what." I rushed over and told the story from beginning to end. Dad smiled and said, "Your mother burned paper to worship the god of wealth, and your money is specially used for shopping." I couldn't help laughing when I was blindsided. I had a wonderful childhood. I was so naive when I was a child. I will cherish this childhood movie and keep it in my heart forever.

6. Write the composition "There are landscapes in familiar places" and write about your hometown. You can study in your hometown.

There is no bus that you can easily jump on without looking up at the stop sign. I miss you very much. You feel that you are back in the hotel, because it is here and the scenery is in full bloom in our memory. It's really out after a walk. You've always wanted to go out and see the strange sunrise, but you can't copy it. I don't approve of plagiarism. I will come back as soon as possible, although it is similar to your city.

Maybe you are a little lonely at this time. Everything in your hometown is too boring for you.

The light is on here, and I have to go back and forth by bus in the meantime. There are also neat streets.

Now you just want to write. Everything here is very fresh.

You are familiar with the scene here. You meet a stranger in a strange city, where there are green trees and red flowers, blue sky and clear water. You took a photo with an unknown aperture and an unknown angle that you didn't find.

So on a holiday, you got lost in this strange city. However, at night.

When your feet stand on this land. Maybe in fact, you're not that crazy about the road. They have the same expression as when you are wandering in a strange city, or they may be much more prosperous than your city. You will stay for a long time and start to miss your hometown for a long time. It will last for a long time, it will become extremely gentle, and you can't help but admire it. Memories are like excellent photographers.

Although it's very long, you really went home. You seem to be dreaming. You seem to be a tourist from afar this time.

But not your city. You just bought a postcard, so I'll give you an idea.

You are lying in bed, you are a fresh person, you are familiar with the red clouds in the evening, rows of shops and nearby parks, you are familiar with the blue sky in the summer here, you sit in the hotel early and look out the window at the street lamps lined up in a Avenue of Stars, or maybe you just forgot your gentle hometown. You finally went home.

In fact, my hometown is very beautiful. You can recognize every inch of my hometown, leading to an unknown distance that you can't see clearly. You like it here.

Until I was hugged by my parents. Even the buildings you remember.

You are familiar with the May Stream here. Look at the scenery outside. You will tell your friends that it's nice here, and then go to a strange shop. Familiar places also have scenery. You have seen many backpackers there before. After school, your parents will look at your window when you come home. You can't see the bus stop sign clearly in the dark. The air here is crowded with you and eager to meet you. There are also parks and museums with a long history, and of course, people who are familiar with the world are running, walking and smiling.

You find your hometown very lovely. This is the fourth composition you wrote today. You look at the deja vu scenery, and you sleep in a strange bed in a strange hotel.

7. The essay "Familiar places also have scenery" is about hometown. The fourth essay I wrote today is also the fourth time that I disapprove of plagiarism, so I will give you a random idea.

You may be studying in your hometown and know every inch of your hometown like the back of your hand. You are familiar with the same scene here, rows of shops, schools after schools, nearby parks and buses running between them.

You are familiar with the wind in May here, the blue sky in midsummer here, the fiery red clouds in the evening here, and of course, you are familiar with the smiling people all over the world who run around talking to you. You've always wanted to go out and see, walk and see the scenery outside.

Everything in your hometown is too boring for you. So on a holiday, you really went out.

You meet a stranger in a strange city, stroll into a strange shop, sleep in a strange bed in a strange hotel, and watch a strange sunrise on a strange morning. Everything here is very fresh. Although it is similar to your city, it may be much more prosperous than your city.

You like it here, because here, you are a fresh person, and the air here is squeezing you, and you can't wait to say hello. However, at night, you must go back to the hotel. You can't see the bus stop sign clearly in the dark, and you are lost in this strange city.

It is brightly lit and neon-lit. But not your city.

There is no car that you can easily jump on without looking up at the stop sign. Maybe in fact, you're not that crazy about the road. You sit in the hotel early, watching the street lamps outside the window form a Avenue of Stars, leading to the unknown distance that you can't see clearly.

Maybe you are a little lonely at this time. You have a postcard you just bought in your hand. You should tell your friends on it that it is very good here and you will stay here for a long time.

Now you just want to write, I miss you very much, and I will be back soon. You lie in bed and start to miss your hometown.

Actually, my hometown is very beautiful. There are also clean streets, green trees and red flowers, blue sky and clear water, and parks and museums with a long history. You have seen many backpackers there before, and their expressions are the same as those when you wander in a strange city.

You think your hometown is lovely, and your memories are like excellent photographers, taking pictures of your gentle hometown with unknown aperture and unknown angle, which you didn't find or maybe just forgot. Even the building you remember, the window where your parents will look at you from the window, has become extremely gentle.

You finally went home. When your feet stand on this land, you seem to be dreaming.

This time, you seem to be a tourist from afar. You can't help admiring this deja vu. You don't feel really home until you are held in your parents' arms.

Familiar places also have scenery, which blooms in our memory for a long time. Although I write very long, I can't copy it! Add your own ideas ~.

8. Write a 400-word composition sample of people who are familiar with my hometown. "It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " Yes, as the saying goes, behind every grain there is an industrious farmer.

Today, I will introduce a farmer in our village-Wang.

Uncle Wang is forty years old this year and looks much older than his actual age. He has dark skin and short hair. He often wears a straw hat and an old jacket, which makes him look thin and short. But he is unambiguous about agriculture.

He gets up early every day and goes to the fields to cure pesticides and weeds ... it's hard work and hard work. After several years of hard work, he has planted dozens of acres of land. From being poor at the beginning, I don't worry about eating or drinking now.

Uncle Wang is not only hardworking, but also full of wisdom. Uncle Wang didn't know the experience of farming at first, so he suffered a loss He is not discouraged at all. He consulted others everywhere and bought some books about rice or other farming. I couldn't read, so I asked my family to read it to him. Then I studied hard and finally mastered some skills and experience. He often said: "Farming seems simple, and there is indeed a lot of learning!"

Once, everyone bought seeds, and every household basically bought the same seeds. Only uncle Wang is different from them. Someone asked him why he bought this seed. He said: "In my experience, the weather this year is suitable for this kind of seed." Sure enough, in the end, he gained much more than others. Slowly he began to get rich, and finally he used mechanization. Since then, he has become a celebrity in our village.

Although farming has made Uncle Wang work hard for quite a while. But in the end it paid off. It is really bitter and food, sweet and food.

9. Help write an article about familiarity. Familiar places also have scenery.

It's a pleasure to walk in the mangrove park with grass, flowers, trees, rivers and bridges in the afterglow of the sunset after putting down one's homework. Here, I can let my thoughts fly, let him cross the ocean and let him shuttle between heaven and earth.

Of course, these feelings were acquired after I really woke up.

That day, unconsciously, I came to the familiar mangrove river. I was in a bad mood that day. I came to the bridge unconsciously that day. So, I gently took the first step and set foot on the bridge. Slowly, slowly, I walked to the other side of the bridge. Somehow, my mood became clear and my gloomy heart began to clear up.

I tried to set foot on the stone bridge again and looked around the bridge consciously. Natural, green lake, like a mirror, poetic willow, willow branches and green grass dancing in the wind flooded into my eyes. As a result, the tired heart was shocked. Everything is suddenly enlightened, and the gloomy heart is really suddenly Wan Li. I really woke up, too.

After waking up, I tidied up my mood. I realized that being strong means more pain. Behind independence is irresistible loneliness. People are always on the verge of collapse when they are confused. When we are sad, don't hide it, don't put on a strong mask. Feel in nature, let your thoughts fly, and feel the mystery of nature.

This, these experiences, my happiness and my awakening all benefit from the stone bridge, which seems to be a purifier of one's mind. As long as you walk on the bridge, your heart will gradually open up. I thank the bridge and nature.

In the days after that, whenever I am unhappy, I always come to the familiar stone bridge.

Because, familiar places have scenery.

10. Write a short essay in my hometown. How to write that the dusty road disappeared in the past and was replaced by a wide cement road?

Walking on the road, you will be shocked by what you see. Five years ago, this was the world of bicycles, but now it has become an ocean of cars.

There are all kinds of cars, including red cars and yellow trucks ... the traffic lights at the intersection are on. On both sides of the road, flowers are in full bloom, high-rise buildings are row upon row, department stores and motorcycles dominate ... On the roof, high billboards display our excellent industrial and agricultural products. Ah! Changed, changed, my hometown changed! In the past, people in the sea had to travel long distances to Changshu to buy daily necessities.

Now, the famous regulars Long and Ruhai Supermarket have arrived at the door, and the goods on the shelves are dazzling, and there are all kinds of high school grades to meet the consumption requirements of all levels, so there is no need to worry about buying things anymore. Ah! Changed, changed, my hometown changed! People's economic income is higher, and buildings with novel styles have sprung up, which is really attractive.

Look! The walls are colorful, pink, light yellow and light green, which makes people dazzling. Counting has several layers, one layer, two layers, or even three layers. Solar water heaters are installed on the roof, shining in the sun, and air conditioners are hung on the walls.

Ah! Changed, changed, my hometown changed! In another twenty years, I believe my hometown will become a bright pearl in the south of the Yangtze River! My hometown is Luanchuan County (formerly known as Luanzhou), a small county at the foot of Funiu Mountain. The spring breeze of the party has blown to my hometown.

Awakened people in their hometown. Since then, great changes have taken place in my hometown.

In the past, my hometown was just a small county, and the roads were mostly asphalt roads, which were potholed and inconvenient. In summer, stepping on it is very soft, and sometimes my shoes will be stuck. The houses left in my mind are all earthen houses. They are tall and short. Rich people build buildings, while poor people always guard old houses.

At that time, it was good to buy a motorcycle or an electric car, let alone a car. People seldom buy new clothes, and only comfort themselves during the Spring Festival. To put it in an inappropriate way, they called: "New three years, old three years, sewing three years." Now my hometown, after rapid development, is a far cry from the past! Just look at that wide and straight road, which can accommodate three cars.

Every house is more beautiful and taller. Take our school as an example! That teaching is first-class, and the architecture is first-class.

Even Beijing has pictures of our school. People nowadays are not as backward as before. People pursue buying luxury cars and beautiful houses. In short, they can buy whatever they want.

Nowadays, clothes are beautiful, too. People always buy clothes once in a while. Simply put, it is: "Three days new, three days old." My hometown not only has these changes, but also has developed many famous tourist attractions with the improvement of people's tourism awareness! For example: Jiguandong, Longyuwan, Chongdugou and so on.

We welcome tourists from all over the country at any time, and we will entertain them in the most enthusiastic way. I must study hard now and make my hometown more beautiful and developed when I grow up.

Hometown, I love all your beautiful things, and I love your never-aging face even more. I like to see great changes in my hometown.