Writing after playing 300 words in grade three in Xiapu, Fujian.

This land to which I am deeply attached.

1996 In the summer, when I cried and announced my birth to the world, my native place was Xiapu, Fujian. After more than ten years, I always proudly put "Xiapu, Fujian" in the column of "birthplace" in various forms. Unconsciously, my love for this place has gradually become my habit. The dribs and drabs of Xiapu have also become the background of my life.

Ten years ago, our family lived in a cement house with only three floors. Most houses are not coated with cement. At that time, our family was already relatively rich. I vaguely remember that the kitchen and living room are on the first floor, and my parents, grandparents and I live on the second floor, and the third floor is for sundries. Although my room is not very big, it is a paradise in my eyes-I like snacks, toys, etc., and the children in my neighborhood often come to my house with envy.

Nowadays, high-rise buildings are springing up like mushrooms after rain. They are no longer low-rise bungalows with only one or two floors, and even dozens of floors. Every household has a wide-screen color TV instead of dozens of people watching a small black-and-white TV. Various new products have mushroomed on the market. The old "slow fire boiling water", "inconvenient stone stove", "big cattail leaf fan with tired hands in summer and heavy quilt in winter" will be put on hold forever and become the witness of the development of the times. Yes, the country is getting richer and richer, the economy is developing, the rural customs are civilized and life is happy, and my hometown will be brand-new.

Open my mother's big photo album and find that the changes before and now are really great. In contrast, it seems to be two different worlds-

In the photo, the former school building was low and short, and there were many cracks in the wall. The desks in the classroom are also uneven, with different shapes and bumpy desktops. Not to mention chairs, which are usually made of those old boards. The blackboard in the classroom also cracked many cracks ... Look at the photo next to it: at that time, the road surface was usually made of soil. Usually it's okay, but when it rains, the road will become like mud, muddy, and the depth of each step is different. It is really difficult to walk.

Look at my present school building. She stands tall in the north of Xiapu Gymnasium. The five-star red flag that never fades will always fly in the wind over the school. There are brand-new desks and chairs, first-class teaching equipment and beautiful learning environment everywhere in the class ... Outside the campus, a wide and flat asphalt road crisscrosses, and cars run smoothly on it ... How can it be uncomfortable to live in such an environment?

I am really glad that I grew up in this era, and I am really proud that I was born in this place! I love my hometown-Xiapu, Fujian, a splendid city that breeds miracles, and this hot land that I am deeply attached to.

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