Homesickness composition

Seeing those two tall pine trees evergreen through the window will remind me of the pine forest in my hometown.

I lived with my grandparents when I was a child. Behind the bungalow where I live, there is a mountain full of pine trees.

In summer, my friends often take me to catch cicadas in the pine forest. We can tell the continuous ups and downs of cicada singing. Only when we listen to cicada singing here for a long time should there be sound. When I recognized the sound of "cicada, cicada" coming from that tree, I climbed up the tree to catch cicada. If you are lucky, you can catch some snails and let them race on the "runway". This often makes us so happy that we forget the time.

My hometown, far away but beautiful, has 550 words to remember completely.

On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects.

There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes.

Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear. In the sunshine square in my heart, new colors are interpreted and moving ... the sky in my hometown is blue, the exhaust pollution in the city is less, and there are few high-rise forests.

Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery.

Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment

The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity.

The winding river seems to surround the countryside.

In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them.

They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms.

I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite.

My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off.

I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him.

The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back.

I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.

The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful.

After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps.

Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face.

I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.

People in my hometown are very simple.

At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.

I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia. ......

Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunion heart fly to the sky, and think of you again in a foreign land-my hometown, under the mottled night sky.

My hometown-Oriental Green Spring.

Such as bridges and flowing water, beautiful environment and simple folk customs.

There are my beloved grandma, grandpa and childhood friends.

In order to study, I came to a city far away from home and went home at most once a week. I don't know what it's like to be homesick. I envy seeing my friends go home happily every weekend. Weekends are empty and lifeless. In the lonely light at night, no one can talk. The only thing I can do is to call my family to relieve loneliness, or call my friends to talk about the recent situation and prove that I am not a lonely person.

The night is long and the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger. I am not sleepy at all. My thoughts will chase the bright sun in my hometown, and my tears will flow away quietly.

I am homesick.

The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate.

It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here.

My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely.

I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played with the sun shining in my palm, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared, and the feeling of being close to my hand was a beautiful illusion.

Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world.

At the end of each semester, it is the time I look forward to most.

Usually a week before the holiday, I can't resist my feelings.

This week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the joy of going home, not to mention reviewing my lessons.

This is also my most boring point. My mind always trumps my ambition. Every time I pick up a book and cram, that kind of joy comes back. Of course, my textbooks are also thrown aside to pack my bags, even though my bags have been collected many times ... In my hometown, I have been lying in bed facing the west for many nights, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, imagining that there is a smiling face hidden in every star, which makes people think.

In the second class this afternoon, our class held an activity meeting with the theme of "deep homesickness".

From: After the new knowledge of history class, the representative of China students in a class wrote five big characters on the blackboard-deep homesickness.

There are some balloons and a big red flower next to the word.

At the beginning of the activity, I saw the host walking on the podium at a brisk pace. They looked around the whole classroom, saluted everyone naturally and generously, and then got down to business and reported the names of the programs and performers.

First, the "ABC" group, and then * * * and * * * read poems together.

Then I thought of me, and my heart suddenly mentioned my throat.

I've never touched it secretly, ah! Fortunately, my heart is still there, but my heart beats several times faster than before.

I was about to go up, but I was afraid that I would forget the lyrics nervously after going up, so I took the lyrics book with me.

I sang Zhang Mingmin's Descendants of the Dragon.

Usually, I am always excited when I sing this song, and I sing it well, but as soon as I get on stage, I get stuck and feel that my singing is normal, but I get applause.

Next, Wu Endong of our class took a saxophone, drummed his cheeks and played a song "Homesickness" with a red face. The whole class was very excited. He played music and of course won warm applause.

The students asked him to play another one and play it again until he showed all his housekeeping skills.

At the end of the activity, the teacher asked the students who didn't perform to recite a poem "Hometown" collectively.

Ah! I really hope there will be such activities again.

My hometown is a mountain village surrounded by green hills and trees.

Looking up, the blue sky is unusually bright, quiet and open, and I feel that my vision is broad and relaxed.

Seven-color rainbows appeared in the northwest sky, which made people feel happy against the blue sky and white clouds.

Then, I can't help but think of the poem "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing in the sky?"

A small house in my hometown-brick wall and tile roof.

Rows and rows of buildings, "crooked" dotted in this green mountains and green waters.

In the distance, the faint mountains are winding like a dragon; A flock of birds soar in the distant sky, floating in the blue sky like a poem; A small house is built in the canyon.

Poetry and painting are endless, and the pastoral charm is endless.

Not far away, in the vast rice fields, pieces of rice grains are golden and bent.

The jungle beside the field is lush and covered with soil.

Colorful small wildflowers dotted in the jungle, a gust of wind blowing, the wind mixed with the thick fragrance of small wildflowers, really intoxicating! The warm wind blows gently and the flowers smell fragrant, ah! Intoxicating hometown scenery.

Warm wind blowing on the face, full of nostalgia; Birds crow and swallows whisper, with a soft local accent.

The beautiful scenery reminds me of my hometown. ...

I can't forget my homesickness. "The fifteenth moon shines in my hometown and on the border. You miss me and miss me in the quiet night." Twenty years of living in a foreign land makes me miss my hometown all the time.

There, there are my growing footprints, my alma mater and my concerned parents ... An accidental concert took me to my hometown Hekou many years later.

When I set foot in my hometown, everything was so kind and familiar.

I first came to my alma mater, Hekou Shengli Primary School, and she has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The present teaching building is not made of bricks as before, but of foam and concrete in the new century. It is very strong, even if there is an earthquake of 10, students can still attend classes with peace of mind, and the foam has good sound insulation effect and thermal insulation function.

I was even more surprised when I walked into the classroom. The teacher is very relaxed in class. As long as I use the mouse on the computer, the computer will give lectures automatically and fluently.

Students ask questions and the computer will give you answers. If you answer the question correctly, the computer will praise you. If you get the wrong answer, the computer will encourage you and make you confident in the next answer.

After class, students can go to the gym to do various sports. There are many computers in the gym. If you want to grow taller, the computer will tell you what kind of exercise to do. If you want to develop your intelligence, the computer will also tell you what exercise to do ... The changes in the school are really beyond my expectation. This is the development of science and technology! After returning home and greeting my parents, I took my parents to a concert and watched my wonderful performance.

Deep memory will stay in my heart forever!

The fifth grade composition has a strong nostalgia, and the 400-word composition has a strong nostalgia. Today, in Chinese class, we held an activity.

This is called deep nostalgia.

The teacher wrote the words "deep homesickness" on the blackboard.

Xian Huantong is the protagonist-the host.

In the first group, one person took turns on stage to recite a homesick poem.

The second group reads poetry, and the third group reads Hometown.

Group four, that is, our group, was preparing backstage, and my heart was pounding. The team leader said to me, Wu Hengbo and Sun Hongjian, "I'll talk about the title and author later, and there is the first sentence, the second sentence of Wu Hengbo, the third sentence of Li Tianxin and the fourth sentence of Sun Hongjian. Finally, let's recite it again together. We must have feelings.

""well, ok, don't worry, team leader! " I readily replied.

It's our group's turn to go on stage. We lined up in front of the podium. The tour leader said, "When I was on holiday in the mountains, I thought of my brothers Tang and Wang Wei in Shandong.

Be a lonely stranger in a foreign land.

""I miss my relatives twice every holiday.

""You know where your brothers have climbed.

""one person is not as good as one.

"After the performance, the whole class broke into thunderous applause, and I smiled from ear to ear.

I hope that the wanderers who are far away now can go back to their hometown to see.

Composition about friendship, affection and nostalgia 1000 words. Don't ignore the details of family. At the age of 0, after my mother went through all the hardships, I saw the first ray of sunshine.

Lazily leaning against my mother and letting her touch my skin inch by inch, I felt the beauty of life.

Blue sky, white clouds, birds singing in the branches, singing the birth of new life! That year, my mother was 27 years old. She goes to work on a sturdy bike with two pedals. Her skin is fair and her hair is like clouds.

3 years old, entering kindergarten.

I'm with other children.

We have lunch together, draw pictures together, observe saplings together and take a nap together.

My chair fell, please help me; You didn't bring a marker. I'll lend it to you.

Mom is very busy, so she asked me to stay in kindergarten.

But she still didn't forget to take time out of her busy schedule to see me.

I remember one day, I went to bed

Through the dim light in the corridor, I saw a familiar figure looking at the dormitory door, that's my mother! I was very surprised, but I wanted my mother to know that I had always been a good boy at school, so I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I feel very warm and happy, and I have started to live independently.

That year, my mother was 30 years old. She is no longer a carefree girl. She seldom goes shopping or sings karaoke. She is no longer just busy with work, but more worried about me.

Every Friday, I always expect my mother to pick me up. When she appeared at the door in a dark blue uniform and epaulettes, my classmates always shouted in surprise: "Wow! Your mother is a policeman! " I always proudly nodded to them and rushed to my mother's arms.

At the age of 6, I was successfully admitted to Shanghai Experimental School.

With my own efforts, I am the first in every exam.

I won the prize in the on-site composition competition, and I won the gold medal in the national Olympic mathematics competition.

I'm beaming with sparkling awards.

My mother is 33 years old, and her unit moved from Puxi to Pudong, so it is even harder to commute every day.

Take the shuttle bus, transfer to the subway, leave early and return late.

In the dead of night, I wake up from my sleep and often see my mother still checking my homework.

By chance, I found a dazzling white hair in my mother's beautiful black hair.

I said to my mother, "Let me help you pull out your gray hair!" " ""good! "Mom smiled and answered ..." I was 9 years old, which was my most unforgettable year, because I got the piano certificate of 10.

Five years of hard work, five years of sweat, all gathered in this small certificate.

The moment I held the certificate, I jumped with excitement and everyone congratulated me.

That year, my mother was seriously ill.

Grandma told me that that year was my mother's animal year, and red was used to ward off evil spirits this year.

So, I bought a red mobile phone case for my mother with lucky money.

Mother smiled happily when she received the gift I gave her.

At this time, I suddenly found that my mother's eyes were covered with fine wrinkles ... Now, I got my wish and entered the junior middle school of the experimental school.

In the spacious new classroom and beautiful campus, I am like a small green sapling, thriving.

..... I can't remember how many times my parents gave me kind caresses and smiles. Maybe all this is too common, too common, and we often ignore it. Until one day, I walked on the road of life and suddenly stopped to look back, only to find that it was those neglected details that filled me with deep love and always accompanied me to grow up happily.

But at this time, our parents are no longer young, white hair quietly climbed up their temples, and the most glorious time in life gradually left them.

The love of parents is the most selfless love in the world.

At that time, light was flying. When we are immersed in piles of homework all day, when we are looking forward to growing up quickly, please don't ignore our parents who have worked hard for us, ignoring every gray hair, every wrinkle and every affectionate detail.

Unforgettable Affection Unforgettable Affection There are many small fish in my mind, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the little golden goldfish ... I remember that when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year, and my classmates talked happily about the beauty of bloom in spring, but I felt bad.

Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning.

The whole class said, "Look, her lips are blue.

"After a few classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up and saw my mother.

I said, "I seem to have a fever.

"Mom quickly gave me a thermometer," temperature 40 degrees "mother suddenly nervous.

I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead.

I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early.

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I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back.

Unexpectedly, I was hospitalized for a week and four days.

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Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side.

When I got well, I found that my mother's eyes were black and her silver hair was a little more ... The strength of family One Sunday morning, my homework was finished, and I was bored, so I asked my brother to play computer games with me.

At the beginning, he seriously suggested to me: "Let's play a game and don't cheat!" I readily agreed.

Then, after my brother played a game, it was my turn. I probably don't think I have the cells to play games. Seeing that I was bored, I went outside to play.

As expected, he was defeated in a short time.

I was about to play another game, but I remembered my agreement with my brother. I didn't think it was appropriate, so I shouted, "Brother, I played a game. Come in! " "There is no response. I called several times, but my brother didn't come in.

"Hey, don't fight in vain, let's play a few more games!" I said to myself.

Just when I was having fun, my brother came in and saw that I was still playing. He said angrily, "why are you still playing?" Did you play too much? " "Yes!" I didn't notice he was angry, ...

How to write my hometown in memory, though far away, is beautiful?

On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects.

There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes.

Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear. In the sunshine square in my heart, new colors are interpreted and moving ... the sky in my hometown is blue, the exhaust pollution in the city is less, and there are few high-rise forests.

Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery.

Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment

The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity.

The winding river seems to surround the countryside.

In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them.

They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms.

I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite.

My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off.

I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him.

The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back.

I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.

The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful.

After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps.

Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face.

I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.

People in my hometown are very simple.

At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.

I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia. ...

Please write a 600-word article on "Nostalgia". Hello, I will always remember my hometown, which is far away but beautiful.

On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects.

There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes.

Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear. In the sunshine square in my heart, new colors are interpreted and moving ... the sky in my hometown is blue, the exhaust pollution in the city is less, and there are few high-rise forests.

Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery.

Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment

The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity.

The winding river seems to surround the countryside.

In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them.

They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms.

I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite.

My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off.

I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him.

The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back.

I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.

The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful.

After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps.

Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face.

I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.

People in my hometown are very simple.

At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.

I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia ... hope to adopt it, thank you!

Homesickness composition 600 words Kunming, Yunnan, everyone has their own pure land in their hearts! I am no exception.

My hometown is the most beautiful place in my heart.

Maybe there is no traffic in my hometown, maybe there is no bright lights in my hometown, maybe there are no tall buildings in my hometown! But I still love my hometown best! There are ten thousand acres of fertile land in my hometown, simple blind date in my hometown, and fresh air in my hometown … I have been working for more than five years unconsciously! It feels great to go home every year.

Great changes have taken place in my hometown. I remember when I was a child, I went to work in the fields with my parents. The means of transportation is simple bicycles, and many blind dates are on foot. People with better family conditions ride motorcycles. I thought it was amazing. Now? Cars have entered our village, although not popular, but the number is not small! The living standards of farmers have really improved a lot! Good policies, many opportunities to make money! Now my hometown is not what it used to be, and I am very proud ... Today's air quality is really worrying! The smoke made me breathless. Every time I meet this kind of weather, I will think of my hometown, blue sky and white clouds, and ten thousand acres of green wheat fields. I feel self-evident comfortable! Now that it has developed in a big city, I certainly hope it can have the same weather as my hometown, set an example and travel as green as possible.

If everyone can take protecting the earth as their responsibility, I believe that blue sky and white clouds are not dreams.

Although there are no places of interest in my hometown, I like to travel alone on country roads. It's not the same as walking on the wide asphalt road in a big city. Irregular willow branches are more emotional than neat rows of artificial flowers, and winding narrow paths are more imaginative than straight asphalt roads.

I love my hometown, and I love my parents more.

...

Whenever I go to a distant place to play, the most unforgettable thing is my "small world" full of kindness, warmth, intimacy and love.

"Full of goodwill.

In my hometown, everyone has a kind heart and loves to help others, especially "my uncle".

"Oh dear!" I heard that something must have happened to someone's family. My uncle came over and immediately ran over and said, "What's the matter?" "Oh, I accidentally fell off the stool, and my ass almost dropped the flowers.

"Oh, if it hurts so much, let's go to a small clinic nearby.

"Then, uncle helped him slowly to the bridge clinic.

Speaking of it, uncle is really a bit, catching up with this "good thing" almost every time.

He is kind to people and never cares much about publicity.

Full of warmth.

There are several people in every household, and it is always pleasant to be together every day.

For example, my family has a brother, a sister, my parents and me.

We began to respect our parents and stopped playing as usual.

My father cooked a dish for my mother that she liked to eat, and my mother gave my father a reward.

Mom and dad looked at each other as if to say something.

Mom and dad at the dinner table are real.

I use it the most, so that we won't be caught in the middle, full of love.

Speaking of "love", there is both small love and great love in my hometown.

Little love can be as small as stray cats and dogs on the street.

Great love is so great that villagers despair of strangers.

Inadvertently saw a little girl feeding a kitten of unknown origin in the street, and I was very moved at that time. Even a girl four or five years younger than me can do this. I have no reason to stand by and watch.

So I went over to the little girl and said, "Come on, give me the kitten and I'll take her home.

""You ... "I knew what she was going to say, nodded and left.

On the way, everyone was hit by a car and needed emergency blood transfusion. The villagers have made desperate progress. "I gave him a blood transfusion.

""no one can lose this blood. Blood type should match. If you want a blood transfusion, you must have a blood test first.

"said the doctor.

"Me too" "Me too ... The villagers are very excited.

There is great love, little love, peace, war, warmth and noise.

In my hometown, there is great love, little love, peace, warmth, no war and no noise.

Wherever I go, I will never forget my hometown.

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