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Beautiful hometown handwritten newspaper

I have two hometowns: one is Zhengzhou, where there are many tall buildings, and the other is a small village where chickens and dogs hear about each other. Dad told me that Zhengzhou is my birthplace, that small village is my ancestral home, and my grandparents live in our hometown.

Dad told me that this hometown in the eastern Henan plain is very backward. Most villagers live in small bungalows, without water, electricity and buses. The road home was full of potholes, covered with dirt on sunny days and mud on rainy days, which made me suffer a lot for the trip. Especially when my father was a child, as night fell, every household lit kerosene lamps. The swaying flame is like a yellow leaf, drifting with the wind. Dad said that it was that kind of light that accompanied him to college and went out of his hometown.

When I was in kindergarten, I would accompany my father to my hometown every summer. Great changes had taken place at that time. Some people built buildings, and the water in the pond gradually became clear. Ducks are playing in the pond. In the evening of summer, smoke billows from the roof of every household, and people move the dining table outside the house, which becomes a unique landscape.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in 2020 coincided with the National Day, and I accompanied my father back to my hometown. I saw a more gratifying scene: after the completion of the small house, every household was connected with tap water and the cement road was paved in front of the door. Garbage is no longer thrown on the road casually, and cars are parked in front of many families. Grandpa said: "compared with the previous countryside, it is a world of difference!" " These are the wonderful times brought by the construction of beautiful countryside! "

There are few stars on the moon, so you can watch them at night. Dad told me that he often recalls his hometown. Because that kerosene lamp illuminates the way for rural children to study; Of course, I also like my hometown now, because it is becoming more and more modern. Stars move and meteors pass by. I lay beside my father and fell asleep unconsciously. I dreamed that my hometown was like a fairy tale world, full of flowers and butterflies. ...

I love my hometown.

Everything in my hometown is reflected in my mind. It contains good memories of my childhood and makes me feel the warmth of home. Hometown, you are a bright pearl, which makes me unable to take back my eyes. You told me to keep all the interesting childhood stories intact. You love me and all the people in my hometown, and we will repay you with our own ability.

The scenery turned with the road and we came to a stream. The stream hit the stone and played wonderful music. The most amazing thing is the endless wild chrysanthemums beside the stream, clusters, clusters, yellow faces up, nodding at the spring breeze and smiling at the sky. Flocks of butterflies are dancing among the flowers, sharing the feast of flowers. My cousin and I couldn't help but stop and jump on butterflies. The butterfly didn't catch it, but we chased it far away with its dance.