Diary of Hometown Road

At the end of the day, we have a new view of people and things. It's time to calm down and keep a diary. What are the novelty and richness of diary writing? The following is my hometown diary, I hope it will help everyone.

Hometown Road Diary 1 Travelers choose a road and never ask how far it is. -inscription

There are two roads in the fields of my hometown: the road and the path. I had a quarrel with my mother because she wanted to take the main road and I wanted to take the small road.

Because I remember my grandmother once told me that there was a small sunflower field on the path in the field, which was a great temptation for someone who had never seen a sunflower before. But mother said, "Take the main road, which is spacious and comfortable. This road is too muddy for you to walk. " I began to hesitate, looked up at the blue sky, gritted my teeth and said to my mother, "I'll take the path." My mother stopped staying and had to give up. Her figure gradually narrowed down on the road until she disappeared.

I set foot on this muddy path with great expectation, leaving the clearest footprints on the road. But after a while, I began to regret it. This path is not only muddy, but also has many branches on the ground. I can hardly walk behind, and I haven't seen the legendary sunflower. I was a little disappointed and planned to go back, but seeing the clouds floating in the sky and hearing the birds singing on the branches, I decided to stick to it and walk on the muddy path step by step. Suddenly, a bright yellow flashed in front of my eyes: it's a sunflower! I was so surprised that I almost shouted on the deserted path.

What a bright yellow sunflower! The blue sky overhead, swaying to the warm sun with the wind, is quite leisurely and elegant. They are driving on this muddy road, but they show the most beautiful posture! The road in my heart seems clearer. I know there is no lonely fork in the road. After saying goodbye to them, I set foot on this muddy path again.

After meeting my mother, my mother complained to me, "The car exhaust on those main roads really makes me dizzy." I didn't say anything, only I knew, and I met the most beautiful scenery on the path alone. When I went home to share my experience with my grandmother, she said happily, "A road will not lose its beauty because its roadside is covered with thorns, and travelers will keep moving forward." You should be glad that you have chosen a road with sunflowers. "

Diary of Hometown Road 2 Night and drizzle are intertwined in the cold air, ticking down on the window. The cold air blowing out of the window is like a toxin, which flows into blood vessels and spreads all over the body.

Even when I was half asleep, I felt deeply lonely and depressed. ...

"hurry up! Get on the bus. " Dad urged us. Jiangxi service area has just opened, more than 1000 kilometers away from Guizhou!

I quickly ran to the car, this is my first time to go back to my hometown. I was born in a foreign country since I was a child, and even my grandparents' faces are very strange. I still have some expectations: "Drive!"

"What's so delicious? Just two pieces of bread and a meat pie. I really miss my mother's mutton powder. " My mother said to me, "Don't mention the delicious mutton powder and soup …" Although she said not to mention it, she kept saying that I was fascinated.

I have to expect more. who is it?

When driving to Guizhou, my father got off the wrong highway and got lost. "We drove all day and all night!" The child's patience has been exhausted, and he is naturally unhappy because he stays in a narrow carriage all day without toys.

I have to lie in the back row and sleep. Driving on Panshan Highway, you can feel it even if you lie in the back row without looking at the window.

I am angry: the car has been driving for so long, why hasn't it arrived yet! I'll never come again next time!

I was so tired that I fell asleep in the light rain and the turbulence of the night. ...

Suddenly, there was light in front of me, and I heard grandma's gentle laughter while I was half asleep and half awake. A warm current flows on the tip of the tongue and slides into my heart ... no! It's a real warm current! In the hometown where the temperature is below zero, grandma squinted with a smile: "I heard that you are clamoring for grandma's mutton powder." Isn't this feeding you? "

I gradually wake up, warm wooden house, warm stove, delicious noodle soup, grandma and my kind face melt in it, which is the best taste of home I want most!

Diary of Hometown Road 3 We walked through Pingjiang Road together. Come and go, on a warm spring afternoon. Dear, you said, come and listen to the voice of history, so I put my feet down and didn't dare to make any noise.

Pingjiang Road, which represents the history of Suzhou. It turns out that there was Pingjiang Road before Suzhou City. This is the oldest street in Suzhou. At this moment, we are wandering in the ancient atmosphere, talking and laughing.

The names of those alleys on Pingjiang Road are really beautiful. Lilac Lane, Pujia Lane, Sipo Bridge, Ice Cream Bridge. It seems that whenever and wherever, I will meet the girl with an oil-paper umbrella. Even if you can't find it, the monuments that can be seen everywhere will definitely bring you infinite reverie.

I saw the exquisite water lane and the traffic on the left and right sides of the road. Suddenly, I seemed to see myself in my previous life. We know that when people gradually get used to the present in the new life track, sometimes it is inevitable to find the shadow of the past in an instant. No matter how it develops, it is Pingjiang Road in the bones, which is Pingjiang Road; Suzhou is in the bones, which is Suzhou. Only Wunong soft language has a long rhyme, and Suzhou people's soft glutinous rice is related to Heping River Road.

Follow the light and shadow to find the tiny' solar halo', mottled stone walls, have long lost their spirituality. With the slow flow of time, time is passing by bit by bit. Suzhou has inherited the most traditional life for thousands of years, and the ordinary but not vulgar civilian life is the afternoon image of this street. White walls and tiles, rows of Soviet-style houses are scattered. Every house has many stories, and the stories of every generation have been staged and ended. Only the house can remember them best.

Love Pingjiang Road very much. Seeing here seems to show the elegance of Suzhou in those days, with low eyebrows and a shy face.

We strolled leisurely on Pingjiang Road. I think, maybe many years later, we will be here, full of melancholy. Miss Pingjiang Road.

Diary of Hometown Road 4 My family lives in Jiaxiang near Pingjiang Road, so I am no stranger to Pingjiang Road.

There are too many ancient streets and alleys in Suzhou, the most famous of which is Shantang Street. There are too many places of interest in Suzhou. I have been in Suzhou for several years, but I have never paid attention to Pingjiang Road. Until last year, I occasionally heard from local people that it was more delicious than a mountain pond and should be visited.

It was a very cold winter day, but fortunately it was sunny. I almost traveled all over Suzhou City and found this old street that I neglected.

Too many places have quaint names, but they have long been unrecognizable. But Pingjiang, I believe, is Pingjiang Road in Pingjiang House in Song Dynasty. Some people admire its Song Like Ci, saying that it is simple and elegant, quiet and elegant in Leng Yan. Stepping on the stone slab on Pingjiang Road for generations, I will have an inexplicable feeling in my heart: I seem to be very excited, but my heart is very calm, because it is very quiet here, not far from the city center, and only people pass by occasionally in twos and threes.

As an ancient street, it will inevitably be compared with Shantang Street. The mountain pond is antique and well maintained, and many people come here every day. There are many shops on Shantang Street, and the things they sell are really good. But the mountain pond always makes people feel that something important has been lost, as if it were stunning, but it was covered with thick powder and greeted with a smile. The heavy historical charm was artificially buried. Pingjiang Road is still an old-school style, which is surprisingly indifferent. It is fresh and natural, and its charm is natural. When you come, it seems that it just smiles at you and lets you enjoy yourself. It has nothing to show off in front of you, but you have been cheated.

Pingjiang Road, which retains the most natural essence, has small bridges and flowing water, and ordinary people exist in the primitive way, even in Suzhou, which is rare. After seeing this place, I think this is where the spirit of ancient Suzhou belongs.

The historical wine of Pingjiang Road has been brewed for too long and mellow, so it is impossible to understand it all at once. I just saw some eye-catching scenery when I hurried by, and more will be recalled slowly when I relive it.

No more details, follow me to Pingjiang Road and feel for yourself.

Diary of Hometown Road On the morning of May 1, our whole family embarked on a journey back to grandma's house for the New Year.

When the car drove into the suburbs, I looked at the surrounding mountains and asked my father, "Dad, do you like mountains?" Dad said, "I like mountains." I grew up in a mountain city. When I was a child, I went out for a walk and got some fresh air. Very comfortable. " I can't help looking out of the window: yes, isn't it just like dad said? The road winds around the mountain, with trees on both sides. I gulped it down and took a breath of the earthy smell in the air, and the mountains were wrapped in clouds. The car driving on the mountain road is like walking on clouds, which makes people feel like they are in a fairyland. I look at the beautiful mountains and feel very cordial. I can't help but admire deeply: "What a charming scenery!" "

The car drove out of the mountain area. At this time, my mother said, "I don't like mountains like you, but I love the vast fields." Being as broad-minded as a field is my goal and my hope for Zhao Burning. "I looked out and saw endless fields on both sides of the road. In the field, farmers are busy. Early rice has sprouted tender green ears. With the breeze, the early rice twisted its slender body, waved its green hands, waved its braids and danced beautifully. Birds sing rhythmically, just like singers are showing the big stage of this spring, accompanying people with new songs.

"This road is very comfortable to run." Dad praised. "In the past, the countryside was full of dirt roads and pits everywhere. The car jolted badly and was very uncomfortable. Now, the dirt road has become an asphalt road. This road is straight and flat. How nice! Now that the expressway is being built, the time to go back to grandma's house will be greatly shortened. Thanks for the good policy! " I was fascinated and imagined that the highway would take us across the sky in the future. ...

This long way home is like a beautiful picture. I hope the photographer took this beautiful scenery, I hope the poet wrote this beautiful scenery into poems, and I hope the painter showed this beautiful picture to people. In a word, I want this scenery to stay in the world forever and in people's hearts.