Nostalgia composition

In study, work, and life, everyone has tried to write essays. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? Below is a collection of nostalgia compositions that I have collected. You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them. Nostalgia Composition 1

Township is what people miss, and hometown is what people think about. Nostalgic wanderers! I miss my hometown all the time and wonder when I will return.

Nostalgia is a kind of longing for one’s hometown, a kind of aftertaste and yearning for the beauty of childhood. Nostalgia contains a dialect, a kind of food, a kind of sentiment, and a kind of longing. We have been in contact with every inch of our hometown, and this is something we will never forget!

Ah, friend! When you are far away from the place where you played as a child, do you feel a trace of reluctance and nostalgia? I believe you will. Because this is the place where you played when you were a child, and it records too many joys and reluctances. "Looking eastward from my hometown, the road is long and my sleeves are full of tears." It is unforgettable and unforgettable for both ancient and modern people. This is delicate and simple emotion.

People often say, “You must never forget your roots”. This is a proverb that is so familiar that it cannot be clearer. When people in their hometown have learned something. I think they probably dropped everything and came back to build the hometown where it grew up. They will definitely come back. They will definitely come back. Nostalgia is great, sacred and inviolable. After studying, many people finally returned to their hometown and motherland without any hesitation. For example, Qian Xuesen, Lang Ping, Deng Jiaxian, etc. They have long regarded the motherland as their hometown and made selfless contributions to the country. Their contribution to the motherland is unfathomable and elusive.

The countryside is what people miss, and the countryside is what people want. Nostalgic wanderers! Please study or work hard and return to your homeland when you are able. Build the hometown you miss in your dreams and make it more beautiful and charming. Nostalgia is always lost and cannot be forgotten! Nostalgia Composition 2

Whenever I stroll on the country road, the fallen leaves fly past my feet like dancing butterflies. This autumn is an intoxicating season.

The autumn wind rustled, and the fallen leaves were flying in the air. The little paratroopers were flying freely in the sky. A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves fell one after another. I was walking in the countryside, it was a crisp, golden season in autumn. This season is my favorite.

As soon as I walked into the orchard, I seemed to have walked into a golden ocean. A breeze blew by, the branches swayed gently, and the leaves rustled like beautiful notes. A group of children gathered together, playing games under the tree, and curiously inquired about the situation here. I walked into this forest, and everything here was so beautiful: pieces of small and exquisite fallen leaves were blown to the ground by the autumn wind, like a group of yellow butterflies dancing in the air. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the leaves fell one by one, falling on my head and feet, feeling cool.

The autumn wind is here again. It decorates the golden color of autumn like a golden ballroom. A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves rustled, like a group of naughty children singing beautiful songs, and like a group of dancers dancing in the wind.

The autumn wind is here again. It dresses up the fiery red of autumn like a colorful fairy tale world. It dresses up the white snow of autumn like Santa Clauses and spreads a snow-white carpet on the earth. It also dresses up the white snow in autumn like holy and beautiful fairies, turning my hometown into beautiful fairy tales.

I have to admire Sister Qiu. Nostalgia Composition 3

Hometown is a place that I want to return to no matter how far I go. It is an extraordinary place for everyone. My hometown is Boluoluoyang, a place with "life" The source of the Dongjiang River is a place suppressed by a big gourd.

The Dongjiang River is a major attraction in my hometown. Although it is not as powerful as the Yangtze River, it is not as flat as a mirror like the Lijiang River. However, he also has his own unique flavor. When the sun just rises, the breeze blows gently, and the water surface of the Dongjiang River sparkles, reflecting ripples as bright as diamonds. The sky was still dark, and a layer of red cloth lay softly where the sun rose. From far to near, the sound of bicycle horns can be heard. I saw an old man wearing a straw hat stop his car and take a heavy big bag from his bicycle, which contained a dazzling array of fishing equipment. Then, the old man walked slowly through the weedy slopes and went down to the stone-covered riverside. He took out a bag of fragrant feed, took out a small amount and hung it on the fishhook, and adjusted the fish. He swung the rod far away, and the fishhook reached the middle of the river bank lightly and scattered the golden sunlight on the water. Sitting down on the ground, holding a fishing rod, he looked like a leisurely and contented Mr. Jiang.

Looking from the north bank of the Dongjiang River, you can see a dark green "big gourd", which looks very astringent. In fact, this "big gourd" is a big mountain. I heard from some old people that Hululing was originally a magic weapon belonging to Tieguai Li, which saved the Boluo people who were in floods at that time. Therefore, there is a temple at the foot of Hulu Ridge. During the New Year festival, there are always many admirers who come into the temple and kneel down devoutly before the Buddha statue. After burning incense, follow the path up the mountain.

Along the way, you can see aunts and uncles in white coats practicing Tai Chi, people taking pictures in groups of twos and threes, and people taking a leisurely walk and enjoying the scenery while listening to songs... When you reach a platform on the top of the mountain, overlooking it, the Dongjiang River flows quietly, and in the old house A bit of white smoke slowly floated up, and colorful clothes were worn on the newly built commercial buildings. The mountains behind are the canvas, setting off the scenery of Naboluo.

Just like the final belonging of leaves is the land, our belonging is our hometown. Everyone’s hometown is different, but it is always the most beautiful place in your eyes. Nostalgia Composition 4

Green hills stand tall on the dirt road; soft mountain roads wind between the mountains; cool mountain streams jump out of the mountains; simple people work hard in the fields. This exquisite painting constitutes my hometown,——, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. My wonderful childhood is recorded here.

When I was a child, my brothers and sisters often took me out to play. We came to the edge of the small river ditch to see why this naughty river ran so fast and hit the rocks. Watch how the quiet stream slides slowly through the gaps; I also watched the small fish and shrimps living happily in the water. We also went to the mountains to drink spring water! The mountain spring is crystal clear and contains no impurities. Gently hold a small handful with your hands and take a sip. The taste is refreshing. The spring water is so sweet, sweet to our hearts; the spring water is really cold. It's better to drink it on the dog days of summer than to eat ten ice creams. Where can I buy better drinks?

My brothers and sisters like to catch crabs. They took off their shoes and socks and stepped into the water. A burst of laughter drew me down. Walking in the river, I haven't disturbed the mud for a week. Originally there was no mud at the bottom of the water, just some rough sand and gravel, which made it itchy to step on. I lifted a stone, but I didn't expect that there was a big crab under the stone. I screamed and threw the stone back into the water. The water splashed all over me, making everyone laugh.

Sometimes, we also go hiking. Sweating profusely, I climbed on the soft path to the green top of the mountain. A refreshing mountain breeze suddenly rushed towards me, sweeping away my fatigue. Looking around, you can see mountains, rivers, woods, houses, and fields. The vast panoramic view of your hometown is narrowed down into a "color landscape painting". This is really "once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that everything else is there." The mountains all seemed lower than the sky!”

This spring, I returned to my hometown Xiaoshui. The scenery there is still beautiful and charming, and the living standards of the villagers have greatly improved. Every family lives in a building, watches a big color TV, and uses a heated kang. Not to mention how comfortable it is! A dirt road is also being converted into a cement road, which will make transportation easier.

Beautiful hometown! Please allow me to extend my deepest blessings and wish you to enter a well-off society as soon as possible. I also want to study hard and contribute to your future development! Nostalgia Composition 5

Rows of single-family double-storey small buildings, a small river behind the houses, and fields in front of the houses. This is the hometown in my memory. The days follow the small river behind the houses. go. Calm and happy.

The cold winter has passed and turned into a warm spring. The farmers began to sow seeds. Every morning, the farmers went to work on the farm early. I got up much later than they did. I woke up with the fragrance of flowers every morning. At nine o'clock, the sun was not too bright, and it brought out the fragrance of the rapeseed flowers. When I walked out of the door, I saw a golden field. When I walked in, some of them were as high as my head, and some of them were stained on my face and clothes. Pollen comes. At this time, people have finished their morning farm work, and when they return home, they start to light a fire and make breakfast. After dinner, the old people always like to sit under the eaves and admire their own farmland. Some people who enjoy life plant crops in front of their homes. Put some flowers and plants to cultivate yourself and add some special color to the golden fields.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. In summer, people always like to take a nap at noon after work. Every house has a small courtyard behind its house. Because the sun is blocked, it is cool and comfortable. At this time, people took a nap and cut a home-grown watermelon in the courtyard to eat. The cool breeze paired with the sweet watermelon was really wonderful.

The heat of summer gradually dissipates, the weather gradually cools down, and sweet fruits grow one after another on the fruit trees planted in front of the house. People begin to harvest rice, and the countryside and fields are transformed into a golden dress. , to welcome the harvest celebration, every doorstep is golden. The air is filled with the aroma of mixed rice and fruits.

The weather is getting colder and colder, winter is coming again, the river is frozen again, and the leaves have almost fallen. There will be a heavy snow every winter, and it feels like everything will be frozen, and people will not Want to come out.

Then another spring comes.

The four seasons change, and the cycle goes back and forth. The water and soil of the hometown have raised generations of children in the hometown. Although life is dull, it is comfortable. Sometimes life does not need to be as rich as big winds and waves, and plain tranquility is also good. Nostalgia Composition 6

"People with virtue are as clear as water." This is my hometown.

My hometown has mountains and rivers, including Mogan Mountain, a famous summer resort, and Xizhu Lake, the habitat of crested ibises. Two giant pandas, Dede and Qingqing, also live here. .

The fields here are like an ocean, the deep bamboo forests are full of life, and there are mountains. Looking at the white clouds, these mountains are like emeralds, inlaid with flowers. Between the blue sky and white clouds, they blend together well to form a beautiful picture.

My feelings for this place are very deep. I have been living in this land since I was born. My hometown, she has been with me year after year, and she has witnessed my life. growing up.

When I was a child, I often followed my grandfather around in the mountains. My grandfather often carried a bamboo basket on his back. During the season when bamboo shoots were ripe, he would take me to walk in the sea of ??bamboo. It must be full of bamboo shoots, and I must have held a big handful in my hands. Grandpa knows this mountain very well. He knows where the flowers bloom the most beautifully, where the trees grow the most vigorously, and where the streams are the clearest. Therefore, Grandpa is the one I should know about the scenery and environment of my hometown. A worthy enlightenment teacher.

The roasted bean tea in my hometown is my favorite. The process of making it is not complicated. As long as it is done at the right time, it can be put in a jar and can be used as a tea. Eat it as a snack or make tea. This kind of tea is red and green, beautiful to look at and delicious to drink, so whenever guests come, roasted bean tea is indispensable.

This is my hometown, no matter what, her place in my heart is irreplaceable.

I hope she will always be so beautiful and the people living here will always be happy. Nostalgia Composition 7

That wisp of distant fragrance, lingering in my dreams...

My heart is really sad for the vast Samsung. My laughter once floated there, witnessing the growth of a dream.

Beautiful mother! You are so charming! My mind is hazy, but in the deepest part, there is a faint afterimage of you. Close your eyes and think of you!

Or, I thought of the green and pine bamboo forest, accompanied by the crow of pheasants; as well as the golden rice fields, gurgling streams, scattered houses, curling smoke, blue sky and thoughts The white clouds...

Oh, it’s the voice of my hometown! My beautiful mother, why do you moan? Why did your lush black hair fall? Why is your delicate skin inflamed? Why are even your tears muddy?

No, I cannot tolerate your stains, let alone the wanton destruction of outsiders!

Come back! Mother. I hope to see your more beautiful face, even if it is the same as before. What should I do? The passage of time has forced me to leave you, but I still will not forget - the heat in my heart!

Come back! Mother. We, our parents and fellow villagers, all hope that you will be happy again. Everyone is nestled in your arms, lovingly. Don't forget our agreement - that innocent friendship!

Come back! Mother. Is there a warmer place in the world than home? Our climate is mild, and our people's hearts are what you are proud of. Let's watch the sunrise together and count the stars in the sky - that is the eternity of time and the true meaning of destiny!

You are the warmest place in my heart. I think that no matter where I go in the future, I will deeply love this land that raised me - my mother!

Promise another time capsule and harvest ten years of beauty together!

Make another shooting star wish and protect that truth together!

Let’s make another lifelong contract and stick to our original aspirations together!

Come back! Mother. I need you! Nostalgia Composition 8

When will the home in the dream arrive? Today I returned to my hometown - Chongqing, which I have missed for a long time every night. The extremely beautiful childhood in my heart brings back the memories in my heart. Not only did I laugh out loud on the plane, but my eyes were filled with sweet and bitter tears. The hometown I have never forgotten, the place where I was born and raised, I have returned. But I am already in my 30s, and 20 years have passed, and I am not only sad! When I got off the plane, the Rainbow Bridge appeared in front of me. People were watching the scenery and enjoying the scenery on the Rainbow Bridge, which made me very happy. I also climbed onto the charming colorful bridge and looked far into the distance. The beautiful scenery of my hometown came into view.

The environment is better than the other, the mountains are high and the trees are green, it is so beautiful. Every move of people reflects the good habits of elegance and civility. Technology is also far ahead! Seeing this beautiful hometown, it is difficult to express the joy in my heart. I can only express the deep feeling in my heart with tears welling up! The changes in my hometown have been great. With high technology, civilization, good demeanor, and beautiful environment, I reluctantly move forward. Each place was "fresher" than the other, and it made me eager to move forward. This feeling was something I couldn't understand myself.

As I walked, I arrived home without knowing it. As soon as I entered the house, countless warmth came to me. The delicious meals are already prepared, just waiting for me, a "homecoming person", to savor the flavors of our hometown! After so many years, the food that made me "intoxicated" and the warm words of my family came back to my ears, making me feel extremely comfortable and happy, and I once again shed "tears of love for my hometown."

I love my hometown. Although I cannot live there for a long time, my heart is in my hometown and my love is in my hometown. "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family more than I do during the holidays." I do this every year, every day, and miss my home and my hometown all the time.

Twenty years have passed, and I didn’t expect that my hometown has changed so much, but when I left, how many people on the Chunsheng River were still there! Nostalgia Composition 9

For Song Zhiwen, nostalgia is like "the feeling of nostalgia is even more timid when you are close to it, and you dare not ask people who come."; to Yu Guangzhong, it is like a shallow strait that can never be Overcoming the helplessness and sentimentality; for me, nostalgia is more of a dependence and adaptation rooted in my heart.

I have always longed for the small bridges and flowing water with people living deep in the blue sky, clear water and lush forests. I also yearn for the smoke from people’s kitchens deep in the white clouds. I am full of disdain and boredom for the place where I live. After all, there The wind and sand are too big!

Every time the wind and sand are raging and the haze is dense, I will feel inexplicably sad and wander around the world lazily. I always feel like I am wandering in the underworld, and I can't escape the palm of the wind demon no matter what. In the sky and on the ground, indoors and on the street... there is no place for you to hide, and you are living like that at a loss. The delicate flowers have lost their light, and the willows are no longer interesting... Looking around, everything is shrouded in gray and black. In the world of paint, it’s so sad. Then I longed for the green trees and green mountains again and again...

After that, I had several opportunities to go out, appreciate the magnificence of the sea, feel the majesty of the mountains, and walk into the green willows and flowers. In the south of the Yangtze River, I set foot on the boundless grassland... Every time I go out, I am full of expectation and infinite fascination; every time I stay in a different place, I am lingering and reluctant to leave; every time I come back, I come back safely and quickly. Oh, where has the initial interest and energy gone? The rejection and desire to escape in the past have disappeared! The feeling of falling leaves returning to their homeland fills my heart...

Maybe I have lost the courage to venture into the world, maybe I have broken my wings to fly to the vast world, maybe I have adapted to the rhythm there, maybe I have adapted to the rhythm there. Relying on the inherent circle, I chose to stick to it, stick to it forever... Nostalgia Composition 10

The hometown in my memory is beautiful; the sky is blue; the water is clear; the clouds are The fields are white, the fields are green, and the people are happy.

Grandma said that after people sleep for a long time, they will turn into stars. When you feel homesick, you can remove the clouds and take a peek at your hometown. My hometown actually has such magical power that even the dead can turn into stars, willingly using their faint light to illuminate that hot land and that harvest land.

When you walk in the fields in spring, you will see a few elegant and simple wild flowers blooming next to the little ant’s home under the stone; you will hear the laughter of the little girls. , rippling in the cornfield; you will smell a fragrance, which will immediately float to you and hook your taste buds. It is a unique fragrance in the countryside, and no matter how sweet the corn in the city is, it cannot compare with it. of. The corn in my hometown is somewhat famous.

After a long summer of sunshine and rain, the corn stalks and leaves are all green and black. The color of the corn has changed from light green in summer to dark green now. The male buds on the top of the corn stalks are beige, the corn stalks and corn leaves are dark green, and the most attractive corn cobs have turned golden yellow, hidden under layers of various layers of green coats. Leisurely and contented. Smell gently at the end of the corn cob, there is that familiar fragrance again, with a lovely sweetness.

In late autumn, the thick and tender corn cobs have lost weight, the fat corn leaves have drooped their heads, and the lush dark green has become scorched and yellow. The cornfields are also less crowded. The sparse cornfield was glowing with earthy yellow, and the wind blew gently, and the song of harvest was sung in the cornfield, which was crisp and sweet.

My childhood memories are all in that land. I learned to speak in that warm land. I learned to write and love in that warm land. Nostalgia Composition 11

My hometown is Yibin, the first city along the Yangtze River.

She is like a mother, always by my side. I drank the water here, ate the rice here, and played with the sand here. When I grew up, my family and I witnessed the development of Yibin. It has developed from a small, undeveloped place to one that can compete with other cities. A comparable place. Although it is not as good as Chengdu now, we will continue to move forward.

Yibin is my mother, and my ancestors have lived here for generations. Every inch of my skin has the power of earth. As soon as my palm comes close to the earth, my heart becomes calm. I am his child and I cannot leave him.

I still remember that when I was a child, I lived in a community with an average environment and my friends lived there. Went with them every time to play in the undeveloped fields. We are very naughty. We often go together to trample on other people's crops. After trampling and playing, we will run away and look at those people. We can see that our crops are trampled and we are still at a loss. The people whose crops had been trampled searched the entire field, but no one was found. At this time, we hid behind the trees and laughed.

Sometimes we catch butterflies in the flowers. Although there are not many flowers, we are still happy. We each brought an extra piece of clothing when we went downstairs. Do you know why? I’ll tell you later. We also bring a bottle or two to store the butterflies we catch. We went to the flowers and found the target. We walked over cautiously, for fear of disturbing the butterfly. Then the two people went back and forth. The person in front used the clothes he brought to net the butterfly, and the person behind quickly rushed up and used a bottle to catch the butterfly. , so caught.

We caught all afternoon, sweating, panting, and caught eight or nine times, but we were still very happy.

In that field, my laughter is floating, in that garden, the butterflies I have caught are flying, in the bushes, are there any bows and arrows that I have not taken away, everything carries beautiful memories .

Hometown, partner, I will come back! Nostalgia Composition 12

My hometown is in Henan. There are many tall buildings there, such as Mansion, Bandung Xintiandi, and Century City. All of them sell food, clothes and watch movies...

We also have many specialties there, such as produced garlic, cool and delicious large watermelons, delicious peanuts, and sweet sweet potatoes

We have a strange animal here with a name. It's called "cicada" and you can eat it, but you can't wait until it sheds its shell and eat it. When I was a kid, several of my friends and I would take out our flashlights to look for it at night. It lives underground and no one can see it at night. It will come out only after it comes out. Usually when it comes out, it will climb into the tree. Its life is very short - only one night. Once we climb up the tree, we will go find it. We also need to prepare a bottle. Because we have to put it in a bottle, when we get home, we just need to wash it with salt water, then change it to a bottle of clean water to soak it, which will probably take an hour or two, and finally put it in the refrigerator to freeze , so as not to be unable to eat. If you want to eat it at any time, you can take it out, wash it with perfume, melt it, and then fry it in a pot. After taking it out, sprinkle some salt, natural powder or something, otherwise it will not have the taste. .

"Cicada" has many wonderful features. It can be eaten and played with. It can be eaten when it first emerges from the ground. During the day, it may be exposed to the sun and only has one outer shell. , it is completely empty inside, with only an outer shell, which means it is completely lifeless, like a statue, motionless, with its limbs clamped on the branches. We always use it to scare people. There is also a situation where he may grow wings and sing in the trees. We will know it is him, so we will take it out to play.

Although my hometown is very ordinary, it is the paradise of my childhood, where my joyful laughter is buried. Nostalgia Composition 13

I have a deep love for the vast Hebei, where there are different scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter. In spring, the grass has just poked its head out, and the mountains are green. I ran wildly on the grass, and the cool wind blew in my face from time to time. A few white clouds came from the sky. The drizzle of rain is very refreshing. I took off my shoes and swam through the stream. After washing my face with a handful of cool spring water, I felt the breath of spring. Looking around, spring flowers are blooming in several places. The yellow color is so beautiful, just like putting a garland on the spring girl, embellishing the whole spring very beautifully.

In summer, the mountains become greener again, and the branches of willow trees flutter in the wind. The weather was crazy hot. As soon as the sun came up, the ground was already on fire. Some gray air that looked like clouds but not clouds, or mist but not mist floated low in the air. I felt suffocated. Finally, large dark clouds came and big raindrops fell. I was walking in the rain, and it could get heavier and heavier. Finally, it was pouring down, so I had to go home and look at the heavy rain outside through the window. Are there a few frogs jumping around in the puddles? The rain stopped. I put on my rain boots and stepped in the puddles. It reflects the harmony of summer.

In autumn, the mountains become golden and full of fruits. I climbed up an apple tree, picked an apple, sat on the branch, and gnawed it. When I had enough, I changed to another one. I ate every fruit once. Climb to the top and look down at the entire village. Looking at the golden fruit trees and the setting sun, I felt extremely shocked. In the evening, everyone gathered around the campfire and ate roasted corn, feeling extremely happy.

What you see in winter is a vast expanse of white. The snow puts on a white dress for the mountains and pine trees. The whole village seemed much quieter. At noon, I built a snowman and then had a snowball fight with my friends. All day long, goose-like heavy snow continued to dance in the sky, until evening, a wisp of white smoke floated out of the chimney, reflecting a peaceful and peaceful scene.

Hebei is my hometown, and the scenery all shows its beauty. My love for her has never changed. I will always love that beautiful and peaceful hometown. Nostalgia Composition 14

Everyone has his own piece of pure land in his heart! I am no exception. My hometown is the most beautiful place in my heart.

Maybe my hometown doesn’t have the busy traffic of big cities, maybe my hometown doesn’t have the bright lights of big cities, maybe my hometown doesn’t have the high-rise buildings of big cities! But I still love my hometown the most! My hometown has thousands of acres of fertile land, my hometown has simple blind dates, and my hometown also has fresh air...

I have been working for more than 5 years without knowing it! Every year when I go home, I feel very emotional.

My hometown has changed a lot. I remember when I was a child, I went to work in the fields with my parents. The means of transportation was simple bicycles, and many blind dates were done on foot. Those with better family conditions could ride a motorcycle. I thought it was amazing at the time, but now. ? Cars have already entered our village. Although they are not widespread, they are still numerous! The living standards of farmers have really improved a lot! As the policy improves, there are also more opportunities to make money! Now my hometown is different from what it used to be, and I feel quite proud...

Today’s air quality is really worrying! The haze makes me feel breathless. Every time I encounter this kind of weather, I think of my hometown, with blue sky, white clouds, and thousands of acres of green wheat fields. I feel self-evidently comfortable. ! Now that we have developed in a big city, of course we also hope that the weather there will be the same as in our hometown. We should set an example and travel as green as possible. If everyone can take protecting the earth as their responsibility, I believe that blue skies and white clouds will not be a dream.

Although there are no places of interest in my hometown, I like to travel alone on the country roads. It is different from walking on the wide asphalt roads in big cities. The uneven wicker and poplar branches are better than the neat rows. The rows of artificial flowers are more emotional, and the winding paths are more imaginative than the straight asphalt roads.

I love my hometown and my fellow villagers even more. Nostalgia Composition 15

Hometown is the most common word, but it is full of countless indescribable emotions. The ancients once said: "Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown." Chuda? Return to Yanluoyang. "Hometown is the deepest concern in everyone's heart. And my emotion for my hometown is "to stay together."

I love my hometown. It is the place where I was born and raised. This place is not big, but the people are warm-hearted. Ordinary loess, melodious old trees, ordinary vegetation, in my opinion, it is a sea of ??joy.

An old tree, a pond, and an old house constitute my hometown. Sitting at my desk, looking at the stars in the sky, I naturally think of my hometown and the starry sky in my hometown. , seems brighter than others, but also like a wandering passerby, so profound and charming. Looking at the spoon-like Big Dipper, when I was young, I used to happily call "big spoon". But looking back now, I no longer have that joy, and there is only a sense of sadness. My hometown at that time was ordinary and vicissitudes of life. , causing a flash of reverie. ah! Hometown, my beloved hometown, when can I return to your side and listen to your songs.

Hometown! Do you remember me playing under that big tree? Do you remember me climbing on your shoulders? That old house has now entered my dreamland. Remember that pond full of joy is where I played. , I would like to stay with you, just like a lover.

Hometown, hometown! You gave birth to me and raised me. You were my cradle when I was a child. You were my mentor when I was young. You were the sustenance of my dreams when I was young. I would like to turn into a cup of loess and stay with you forever to achieve your glory.