Your childhood composition should be written in your hometown.

My hometown is in Jiaonan, not as long as Shaanxi, not as prosperous and noisy as Shanghai, and not as elegant and beautiful as Hangzhou. She is just a simple girl.

A small place without affectation, so small that you completely ignore it, but it is such a small place, but it shines brilliantly.

My hometown, in the wave of reform and opening up, has undergone earth-shaking changes: "from the car that can only be taken by walking more than 20 miles to the expressway to every village;" From humble and shabby

Old houses, to high-rise buildings that have risen from the ground; From the era of not having enough to eat and not being warm to the era when everyone has money; From manual farming to mechanization of cultivated land … ..

The word "changing with each passing day" can best describe these changes.

This change has also happened quietly in our family. When I was a child, the most valuable thing in our family was that second-hand motorcycle. Dad pushed it back then.

Home, repainted, repaired with a screwdriver, replaced with a new one. My father used it to carry my mother and me.