How to write a draft about my hometown

1. How to write a draft introducing the scenery of my hometown

My hometown is very beautiful.

In spring, the hanging flower trees bloom, and waves of fragrance float around the house. You can smell the fragrance of osmanthus as soon as you step out of the house. Osmanthus can also be used to make tea. Pick it one by one from the tree, dry it in the sun for a few days in hot weather, and then put it in a bottle for five or six months to make tea.

In summer, lotus leaves grow in the river, and the flowers bloom and red petals unfold. There is something like a bowl inside, and in the bowl are small round balls that are edible.

In autumn, fruit trees bear fruit one by one, including oranges, oranges...the oranges are big, yellow, and very sweet, and the oranges are also delicious and beautiful

The most beautiful thing is winter, when snowflakes are floating in the air. At noon, friends are building snowmen and having snowball fights on the ground.

Look, this is my beautiful hometown. 2. A draft of a composition of 200 words about a scene in my hometown in the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I love the creek in my hometown, but I love the creek in front of my hometown the most.

My hometown is in Henan. The creek in my hometown is singing all year round. It is so happy and happy. In spring, the willows by the stream wake up. The originally bare branches turn green in a few days, and the long willow branches hang down to the stream, drawing circles of ripples. In summer, there are more and more small fish and shrimps in the stream, and they play happily in the stream. In autumn, the willow leaves by the stream slowly drifted down and fell into the stream. The stream happily carried them to the distance. In winter, this stream does not freeze. It flows happily while braving the white mist. Sometimes our hands get cold and we reach into the stream. I felt warmth spread all over my body instantly.

One summer, we returned to our hometown. When we got off the car, I first saw the creek in front of my house. The sun shone on the creek surface, like wearing sparkling Chinese clothes. I ran to the stream and squatted down to take a look. The small fish were hiding and seeking in the sand, and the shrimps were chasing each other in the stream. They were very happy. Occasionally, a few waterfowl would fly here to eat some small fish and shrimps. I took a bottle and a small fishing net to catch some small fish and take them home. I filled the bottle with sediment from the creek and filled it with water. After I got some water, I took a small fishing net and caught the small fish. I squatted down slowly, fearing that the small fish would run away. Suddenly I saw a larger fish. I quickly caught the fish and put it in the water. In the bottle, I followed this method and caught several in a while. I looked at my results. The fish were swimming carefree in the bottle, as if they were in a stream. I had so much fun, until my mother told me to go back, I reluctantly took the bottle and went back. I looked back at the creek again, and she was still singing songs, as if urging me to go back quickly.

I like my hometown, but I prefer the creek in front of my hometown that can sing and give me joy.

Fourth grade: He Yuhan 123 3. How to write a draft of a composition

How to cultivate students' observation ability in a draft of a composition. I often hear some middle school students say: "I am afraid of composition, and I get a headache when I mention the pen. , I always feel like I have nothing to write.”

Some simply said: “I really don’t know what to write and where to start.” Although some students also submitted their essays, they took a closer look. , just started with a few perfunctory words, and then ended hastily.

The content is vague and general. In response to these situations, I often encourage students that composing means speaking with a pen. If you can speak, you can compose.

If you want to have something to say, you must pay attention to the people and things around you, and avoid making up nonsense or making things behind closed doors. Due to the lack of observation and analysis of the surrounding things and the lack of materials in the mind, I feel that I have nothing to say and no way to write.

What is observation? The so-called observation means to see with your eyes. We should "observe" from a distance and "observe" from near, pay attention to everything, pay attention at all times, and develop a habit.

French writer Maupassant, known as the king of short stories in the world, once studied with Flaubert, a famous writer at that time. One day, he told Flaubert a story that he had made up to be a novel while sitting in his room.

After hearing this, Flaubert said: "I advise you not to be busy writing these fictitious things. You ride a horse outside every day and record everything you see on the road accurately and meticulously. "So Maupassant realized that Flaubert taught him to first learn to observe life with his eyes, understand life, and practice the basic skill of observation.

From then on, he spent about a year going out to observe every day, and finally wrote the novel "Dim Sum" and became a world-famous novelist. Later, when Maupassant summarized his creative experience, he said: "For what you want to express, you must observe it carefully for a long time in order to discover the characteristics that others have not discovered or written about.

Any There is something undiscovered in everything..." Lu Xun once said: "Pay attention to all kinds of things, look at them more, and write if you don't see anything." This is a summary of Lu Xun's long-term creative experience.

It can be seen that if you want to write a good article, you must pay attention to observing things and improve your observation ability.

But how can we draw students' attention to the things around them? Here I want to talk about two points: stimulating students’ interest in observation. Psychologists believe that no learning can occur without motivation, and motivation is a prerequisite for learning.

For composition teaching, teachers should be good at stimulating students' desire to write, mobilize their enthusiasm for writing, and change passiveness into activeness. High school students already have a strong ability to distinguish right from wrong, and they often have a strong desire to express themselves.

Teachers should firmly grasp this desire and guide them to write excellent articles. The syllabus has clear regulations on composition teaching at each grade, and requires planned and step-by-step implementation in class.

In-class composition has specific requirements and students are restricted in all aspects. They often appear passive, but it is essential. For this reason, I have always adopted a "two-pronged approach" in teaching composition: on the one hand, arranging necessary in-class composition, and on the other hand, arranging a certain amount of extracurricular writing practice.

For example, last year I took over two classes of senior high school students who had just entered school. In addition to one big essay every two weeks, I required each student to write at least one essay every week, and check them every other week. Comment. Writing essays means giving students full freedom: freedom in selecting materials, freedom in propositions, freedom in style, and freedom in word count.

Just write about the people or things that you are most familiar with, most interested in, and have the deepest impression on. It can be discussed, expressed emotionally, narrated, whatever you want.

A few thousand words are not too much; a few dozen words are not too few: if you have something to say, it will be long; if you have nothing to say, it will be short. Write as much as you like and stop at will. This unconsciously cultivates students' interest and ability to observe things.

The content they wrote was relatively simple at first. Gradually, as their observational horizons expanded, they began to write about society and life, starting from the small things around them. The content is getting richer and richer: the life and disturbances of the class, the joys and sorrows of the family, social experiences, etc., everything from the universe to the self is written down.

There was a student who often made careful observations of the campus, from scenery to people, from people to things, and wrote about campus life one, two, and three in succession... In the essay, I saw the students students’ desire for writing, as well as their interest in observation due to their enthusiasm for creation. Not only does it have something to write about, it is also more real and closer to life.

Over the past year, significant results have been achieved. Many students talked about their experience in writing essays and agreed that the requirement of writing essays prompted them to observe and think.

Some said: "I have to open my eyes and search in life every day." Some said: "Due to the need to write essays, no matter at home, in the car, or in school, I always Not observing, but listening..." All the students in the two classes completed the task of three articles per week that I assigned, and because of their interest in things around them, many of them consciously wrote more and developed the habit of writing diaries.

At the same time, when teaching composition in class, I also consciously stimulate students' interest in observation. For example, I assigned an essay "The Most Familiar Classmate in the Notebook Class" and asked everyone to use a classmate in the class as the description object, capture his appearance and characteristics, and see who can observe carefully and write like him. .

The vast majority of students can grasp the characteristics of the people they write about. For another example, after finishing "The Making of Cloisonné", I assigned another essay "The Making of Chinese Dish" to arouse students' interest in observation.

As a result, students’ interests were aroused, their creative enthusiasm was stimulated, and they wrote practical and excellent works one after another. In short, if we want students to write good articles, they must first practice the basic skill of observation.

Instruct students on how to observe. While stimulating students' interest in observation, they should also guide students on how to observe and how to observe. I once told a story to my students: There was a jeweler in ancient Persia who was very good at doing business. When he was selling gold and silver jewelry, he often stared at his customers' eyes, and his business was very prosperous.

Others wanted to explore the secrets, but he kept it secret. It was not until before his death that he taught his only son this secret: "Look into the other person's eyes, no, to be precise, stare into the other person's eyes." Pupils, pupils don’t lie. If the sparkle of a diamond ring dilates the other person’s pupils, boldly increase the original price by 30% or more; if a necklace fails to dilate the other person’s pupils, immediately change it... …In short, stare into the other person’s eyes!” Of course, the business knowledge taught by this jeweler is not what we want to learn. 4. How to write an essay about (my hometown)

My hometown is a garden, with the fragrance of flowers; my hometown is a forest, with the coolness of green trees; my hometown is a field, with the hope of harvest; my hometown is a snow scene, with The sparkle of ice crystals.

Looking back on the past, every household would fill their small courtyard with fruits and vegetables in order to not worry about food. All year round, as long as something can be planted, the small courtyard will be full. As you can see, various colors are mixed and messy. Such a crowded and messy courtyard. Nowadays, families no longer grow vegetables, but flowers. There are flowers all year round. In spring, roses, roses, etc. bloom. In summer the flowers are more prosperous and colorful. In autumn, the flowers should have withered, but the chrysanthemums are in full bloom. In winter, the snow is falling, but plum blossoms are blooming on the branches. Fragrance continues all year round.

Fragrant, my hometown is as beautiful as a garden.

Thinking back to the past, the village was all bare, with almost no trees. In summer, the adults chatting outside would sit along the wall, while most of the children would hide inside and fan themselves. The inside of the house is like a steamer, and the outside is like a hot pot. Now, green trees are planted in front of and behind the houses, on both sides of the streets, in and outside the village. Although they are not as dense as the forest, they are still full of green trees. In summer, adults enjoy the shade under the trees, and children play under the trees. The dense leaves bring bursts of coolness. It's so cool, my hometown is as cool as the forest.

Looking back on the past, the fields were full of crops, densely packed, including corn, rice, peanuts, etc. At that time, people's planting technology was not very high. Although they worked hard, the harvest was not very satisfactory. The crops watered with every drop of sweat seem to be deliberately against people. Now, with the popularization of science and technology, green and pollution-free crops are everywhere, mechanized production has been realized, saving time and effort, farmers' pockets are getting bigger and bigger, and their spare time life is also enriched. In spring, the rice is like a green ocean, with waves rising; in autumn, the rice hangs its head, and the earth is golden. It can be said that "the fields planted in spring are green, and the autumn harvest is golden." Joy, my hometown is as full of harvest as the fields.

Looking back on the past, garbage has a paradise - the streets. It stays in every corner, sometimes dancing in the wind, and even swimming in the water. It makes people want to hide when they see it. It's so dirty. . Now, the garbage has its own destination - the garbage dump. The streets are tidy and paved with cement roads, making it a dazzling bright spot. Pure, my hometown that shines like ice crystals.

My hometown is constantly changing. In my heart, my hometown is like a young girl, becoming more and more beautiful. I love my hometown from the bottom of my heart. 5. How to write an essay about my hometown

My hometown is a small town with beautiful scenery. Green trees form shade.

In spring, the branches take out their green branches, the grass opens its eyes lazily, and the flowers are in full bloom, red, blue, yellow, purple, all kinds of strange and colorful. The flowers emit bursts of intoxicating fragrance, attracting a large group of butterflies. The butterflies dance in the air. What a beautiful scene! Summer is here, the leaves are greener, and we go fishing in the river. The trees look like warriors.

The flowers are also more fragrant and attractive. The lotus flowers are also blooming. The lotus leaves are green and the lotus flowers are light pink. They are so beautiful! We children like to go to the lotus pond to pick lotus roots and eat them. Fish are swimming in groups in the water. As soon as we catch them, they are "jumping around". It's so pitiful to see them begging! In autumn, wild geese fly south, sometimes forming a herringbone formation, and sometimes forming a straight line.

The sky is blue, and there is a golden scene under the sky. The wheat is yellow, and the leaves are also yellow. One by one, the leaves leave the arms of the big tree mother and "travel" alone. The farmer uncles are happy and busy during this season, because the wheat cultivated by their hard work has matured, and they are all busy cutting it! Winter is here, and snowflakes fall from the sky to the ground. The whole world is white. The snowflakes are flower-shaped and white. When you pinch them in your hands, they melt into small crystal water drops.

My hometown is so beautiful, I love my hometown. 6. How to write an essay about the scenery in my hometown

I like the fields in my hometown the most. The fields there have beautiful scenery all year round.

In spring, my friends and I sow seeds in the field. We first scatter the seeds in every small hole dug by my grandfather, then fill the small holes with soil, and finally water the seeds. After a few days, under our careful care, the seed gradually poked out its little green head. When a breeze blew, it kept saying hello to me.

In the summer, I went to the fields to play and found that the buds had grown much taller, half as tall as me. They were so lush and green that from near to far, I seemed to be immersed in a sea of ??green.

In autumn, the cotton, rice, and beans we planted are all ripe. I was happy and excited, so I quickly pushed the cart from home, jumped into the fields, picked cotton and beans, and cut corn and rice. I was panting and sweating profusely from exhaustion. Then I used the cart to transport the harvested things back. The fruits of the harvest were piled all over the house, and I felt very happy.

In winter, snowflakes were flying in the air, and the fields were covered with thick snow, which was loose and soft. Suddenly, a group of us children ran over and made snowmen and had snowball fights in the fields. It was a great time. Happy.

The fields in my hometown not only bring warmth to people, but are also a paradise for children to play. 7. How to write an essay about my hometown

Nannan, why don’t you go back to your hometown to see it? "Dad asked me again. I still said the same old saying: "No, never! "At this time, it reminded me of what happened in my hometown: We slept on dry thatch without a mosquito net. Mosquitoes and insects bit me at night, which kept me awake all night; in front of the door was a Piles of cow dung are smelly and dirty. You don’t know what your feet will become when you step on them. There are puddles everywhere on the muddy road. If you accidentally step into a puddle, your whole foot will sink. It’s not easy. I pulled my feet out, but the shoes were left in the mud... But my father said that our hometown is now different from what it used to be. I was also moved by my father's words and couldn't help but want to go back to my hometown to see it.

We arrived at our hometown at noon, ah! So beautiful! Is this my eyesight? I rubbed my eyes, okay? The previously bumpy and bumpy road has now become a smooth asphalt road. Both sides of the road are planted with flowers, plants and trees, bees are singing, butterflies are dancing, and high-rise buildings have come to my hometown, ah! So beautiful! Is this my eyesight? I rubbed my eyes, okay? The previously bumpy and bumpy road has now become a smooth asphalt road. Both sides of the road are lined with flowers, plants and trees, bees are singing and butterflies are dancing.

At this time, I thought of the four seasons in my hometown.

Spring, her beauty lies in the vitality of spring! The trees up and down Yushan Mountain are green, like a vigorous and majestic warrior, standing on the land of his hometown. On the hillside, there are green grass and colorful flowers. An old man with gray hair, a couple holding hands, and lively and cute children are all walking on the forest paths, intoxicated by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and a kind of love arises from the bottom of their hearts.

In summer, her beauty lies in the coolness and comfort of summer. There was no cloud in the sky, a scorching sun overhead, no wind, and all the trees stood listlessly and lazily. The birds were hiding somewhere; the grass and trees were all lowering their heads; the puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and kept panting. On a summer morning in my hometown, Tung Chung Village is shrouded in a thin mist. The sun was not out, and the warm wind blowing from the Pearl River brought a damp coolness. Kapok has bloomed, peach blossoms have bloomed, snow pea flowers and cauliflowers of various colors have all bloomed. The flat fields outside Tung Chung Village are full of green and soft rice seedlings, and the green bushes Clusters of banana leaves swayed in the wind, showing a business.

Her beauty lies in the splendor of autumn. The fields are full of mature crops, golden rice, snow-white cotton... The farmers are so busy, bending over, waving the sickles in their hands, and big beads of sweat rolling down their faces. Don't rub it. After cutting for a long time, they straightened up, took a breath, and looked at the rice lying behind them. Their faces were happy, and then they bent down and waved the sickle skillfully. The field ridges are covered with grass, green and yellow, dotted with some wild flowers, red, yellow, white, purple... It's really beautiful. On both sides of the road, the leaves were painted with different colors by the autumn girl. The leaves of the phoenix tree turned yellow, and the autumn wind blew by, like small fans or delicate brooms, spinning in the air and falling into the embrace of Mother Earth. The maple leaves blushed and danced on the branches. Looking from a distance, they looked like blazing flames, making people's hearts beat along with her.

Her beauty lies in the sweetness and calmness of winter. When you step into the reading desk behind Shimei Square, you will be trembling. What kind of scene is that? What catches the eye is not the vicissitudes of life, but the colors. Look! The plum blossoms are in full bloom, with their deep red color and pure white color against the backdrop of green leaves, which makes people's hearts calm down. With the biting cold wind, from time to time a few leaves would roll up in the air and fly for a while, then return to the ground. It seems like a butterfly that has only reached the peak of its life, performing a poignant dance. These fallen leaves are filled with the buds of spring and the growth of summer. With the explosion of autumn, they reach their peak and turn into dust in winter, dedicating their short life to the earth. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers" is also comparable to these leaves.

The germination of spring, the comfort of summer, the harvest of autumn, the tranquility of winter, the four seasons in my hometown always make people feel bright and loving. Aren't all of them so beautiful?

This is my hometown. Isn’t it beautiful? 8. My hometown, how to write an essay

The birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, the mountains are clear and the water is beautiful, and the four seasons are distinct throughout the year. Surrounded by green mountains, this is my hometown XXXX. My hometown is not as busy as Beijing, nor can it compare to the red lights and green wine on Wangfujing Street. But my hometown has simple people and beautiful scenery. My hometown is rich in products and has beautiful scenery. Where do the products come from? They come from the hardworking hands of the people, and they come from the autumn with its distinct four seasons. Where does the beautiful scenery come from? It comes from the environmentally friendly hands of Kelan people and the good climate environment. In short, every plant and tree in my hometown is inseparable from the people and a suitable climate.

Spring has begun, and the weather in our north is still a bit cold at this time. The ice in the rivers and streams has not completely melted, but the gurgling sound of the river water can already be heard; some willows on both sides of the national highway have already sprouted. Now, people have changed into thick winter clothes, sweaters and woolen trousers. In a new spring, people have new hope. In the city and in the countryside, every household, old and young, came out to relax and rejuvenate their muscles and bones as if they were rushing to go somewhere, cheering up and doing their own work. Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing; spring is like a little girl in full bloom, smiling and walking. Spring is like a strong young man, with iron arms, waist and feet, leading us forward. I love the spring in my hometown. sky. Then summer came.

The sun is already high in the summer morning. During the summer vacation, adults and children all get up early to do housework and homework. At noon, we monkey children ran to the river to swim in groups. You and I fight each other in the river, which is very lively, and we don’t go home until we have all the fun; at dusk, the neighbors sit beside the tree-lined national highway and chat, talking about home affairs, their concerns, the news, and the country’s policies. , the children are fighting and playing with each other, what a happy farmhouse picture. Standing on the top of Nanshan Mountain and overlooking the whole city, it is simply beautiful. Everything is green, everything is green. I love summer in my hometown. The golden autumn is also busy, it is the most important role in this year. People say that "autumn is the season of harvest." The seeds sown in spring have grown taller. The farmers looked at their harvest with smiles of joy and satisfaction on their faces. The local specialties in our hometown are very nutritious; yams, corn, and raising cute little white sheep is the mainstay industry in my hometown. The old farmers tell others about their harvest. Autumn dwells in the joy of the farmer uncle. I love autumn in my hometown. The silvery white winter comes unhurriedly, in order to let people know it. First, there was a sudden snowstorm, covering the entire small town of Kelan. The hills surrounded Kelan in a circle, as if she was placed in a small cradle. These hills said quietly, "Don't worry, it will be warm here." The children had snowball fights and built snowmen. The laughter fell off the snow on the trees. I love the winter in my hometown. I love every plant and tree in my hometown, I love the four seasons in my hometown, and I love the hardworking people in my hometown even more. I love my hometown. 9. How to write an essay about my hometown

My hometown is in Yingtan, Jiangxi, the birthplace of Taoism in China.

The mountains, water and people there are beautiful. It is an emerging tourist city and was named an outstanding tourist city in China this year.

I hope all the friends sitting here today will visit our hometown, where you will have a large-scale thousand-year-old hanging coffin performance, with small bamboo rafts full of customs and customs, so that you and your lover or family can hang out on the small bamboo rafts. Follow the waves. My hometown, Longyan, is located in the west of Fujian and is a famous old revolutionary area.

Longyan is located in the subtropical zone, with four distinct seasons and plenty of food. It is a beautiful landscape garden city. Today, in the era of reform and opening up, Longyan is becoming the beautiful Putian on the coast of Fujian, my home... A hometown song we wrote and biographed, sung in my hometown, makes the hearts of wanderers in other places feel as warm as the sun. .

My hometown is Putian, Fujian, the hometown of Mazu. It used to be called Xinghua Bay, where there are beautiful twenty-four scenic spots, and Meizhou Island, the hometown of Mazu, the goddess of the sea, which is admired by Chinese people all over the world.

People there put Mazu’s kindness and eagerness to help others into practice and spread the four talents. (My hometown is Honghe County, a remote town in the southwest of Yunnan Province. It is a famous hometown of overseas Chinese.

My hometown is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, where the Yi and Hani people live. Shi, Yao, Dai and other ethnic minorities. My hometown is rich in tropical fruits such as mango, lychee, banana, watermelon... Everyone has their own lovely hometown. My hometown is in Sanming, northwest of Fujian. In my mind, , my hometown is so beautiful, the people are so respectable, there are mountains and water there, it is a so-called "feng shui" treasure land, I always thought it was the warmest place before, but since I came to Xiamen, I came to Shangwo Studying feels like returning to my hometown. The people here are as kind and friendly as my relatives and treat others with the same enthusiasm.

The mountains and rivers of my hometown are all full of them. My hometown is full of love, and my heart is concerned about my relatives and fellow villagers. I miss them even more. My hometown is in a small ravine where there is clear water. There used to be lively little fish and shrimps in the stream. The green non-deciduous plants on the mountain made my hometown so full of spring.

There are several paths connecting my hometown to the outside world. Even though it is winding and winding, it can be said to be a winding path.

I have left light or heavy, deep or shallow footprints there, and now I always feel warm in my heart when I recall them. The small pavilion used for resting on the path has always made me worried and warm.

My hometown comes from a rural area. Although it is not prosperous and not picturesque, it is in my heart. But it is the most beautiful picture in my mind. My hometown brought me endless fun when I was growing up, and it also left me with a beautiful memory in my life.

Whenever I listen to it. When people talk about hometown, they always have warm feelings and sweet memories in their hearts. Hometown can always make us leave it unintentionally... Hometown is beautiful, hometown is good, hometown is the most beautiful in everyone's mind No matter whether it is developed and prosperous or poor and backward, my home is in Ningde Gutian. It is not very wealthy and the living standard is not high compared to other places in the same province, but every family pays attention to education and hopes for their children. When I grow up, I can get out of poverty, go out and gain experience.

In fact, our beautiful mountains and clear waters produce water-dense peaches, shiitake mushrooms, and Tremella fuciformis, and we are also the famous hometown of Tremella fuciformis... Speaking of my hometown, I am particularly proud. , because it is an ancient civilization with a long history and is also the capital of China, Beijing.

Beijing has a long history, and has been the seat of emperors of all dynasties. It has many cultural landscapes, as well as many natural landscapes.

The Forbidden City, Tiananmen, Beihai, and the Summer Palace are all famous tourist attractions at home and abroad, especially the Great Wall. There is a saying that "he who has not visited the Great Wall is not a true man." Therefore, Beijing welcomes guests from all over the world every day.

In 2002, Beijing won the right to host the 8th Olympic Games, and people across the country were excited by the news. Beijing has also begun to invest a lot of manpower and material resources in the renovation and construction of the Olympic Village in northwest Beiyang.

My hometown is Kunming. It is a beautiful city with flowers blooming all year round. It is really beautiful against the blue sky and white clouds. The air there is fresh and the sunshine is soft. It is an excellent place to travel. , anyone who has been to Kunming will say: "It deserves to be called the Spring City, it is really extraordinary." I love my hometown - the most beautiful Spring City in the world! My hometown, who doesn’t love the land where I was born and raised? My hometown is Yudu, Jiangxi.

There are beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the even better scenery in winter is the fluttering flowers. There is also the "Long March Starting Point" and it feels like me to come to Shangwo...