A speech praising hometown

Speaking of Guanlin, my hometown, although it is not a famous town, there are also charming scenery there

My hometown in spring is dressed in colorful clothes. Look! The branches have slightly exposed some cyan, and a string of azaleas are colorful. The chirping birds are beginning to be heard outside the window. It is the birds singing the songs of spring! After a period of rain, everything in my hometown is beautiful. Under the sunshine, the streams in my hometown are clearer, rippling with microwaves and glowing with golden light. In spring, my hometown is full of vigor and vitality.

In summer, my hometown is covered with lush summer clothes. In the morning, bees are busy collecting honey. In the afternoon, cicadas sing in the trees. At night, crickets sing in the grass. It's true that "Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and dragonflies stood on his head long ago". The children in my hometown enjoyed themselves in the lotus pond: swimming, fishing, catching shrimps and picking lotus roots.

In autumn, my hometown wore a golden red solemn evening dress. In the fields of my hometown, there were golden red fruits everywhere. Leaves on both sides of the street fell rustling, making a "rustling" sound. It's also the season of sowing.

In winter, my hometown has put on a simple white robe. There is snow everywhere in the streets of my hometown town, and there is ice on the telephone poles. It's snowing, falling like catkins and reeds, which is beautiful. The snow has stopped, and the roof, fence and wooden shed of the village are covered with a layer of snow everywhere. This is really a beautiful snow scene.

flowers bloom and then fall. We have experienced too much wind and rain, too many vicissitudes.

Missing is a five-flavor bottle, which contains all the flavors we can say and we can't say. The record of life is turning endlessly, and the stylus of fate has carved traces of years on it. When fate slips in a similar position again, the feeling of missing will ripple quietly in my heart.

A wanderer who has been traveling all the year round is hurrying to the post office. Dust-covered trench coats and trouser legs fluttering in the wind constitute a harmonious picture. In the background of the picture, there is heavy snow. " Is there any letter for me? "He said," I'm here to get the letter. ""yes! "He opened the letter and a warm current hit his heart. At that moment, he didn't care about the tears in his eyes, letting them boil in his eyes. There are only nine words on the letter: it's cold, put on more clothes!

Missing is a sweet feeling.

In the same freezing winter, it was already midnight. He, an ordinary college student, sealed the envelope with his own kisses and tears. Then, he picked up the pen, thought about it, and left a long trace on the envelope with flowing ink. That was his hometown. Warm Jiangnan, a paradise of fog and water. He was lying in bed tired, and his body shrank into the quilt. Tears flowed silently in the corner of his eyes.

Missing is a sour feeling.

Sitting at the desk, he is over 3 years old, with a successful career, a home and a world of his own. " Sir, your baked rice cake is ready. "A waiter said. He picked up chopsticks with difficulty and gently put the rice cake in his mouth. Suffering. He is thinking, when did the favorite rice cake in his hometown become bitter? It's so bitter that I want to spit it out. He sighed, stood up and left, with infinite melancholy and loss.

Missing is a bitter feeling.

"Don't lean on the fence alone, it's infinite, and it's easy to see it when it's not, and it's heaven and earth when it's gone."

Li Yu's poems best express the homesickness of wanderers, but what kind of feeling does he feel when he misses them? Maybe it's bitter? After all, the feeling of leaving home is unpleasant.

There are thousands of flavors of missing, depending on how you face it.

Missing is a five-flavor bottle forever.

I returned to my hometown after 2 years

After 2 years, I took my friends to visit my hometown by plane. The water in my hometown has become crystal clear, the roads have become spacious, and the cars coming and going are beautiful. There are high-rise buildings everywhere in my hometown. My grandmother lives in a house on the 1th floor.

Every family in my hometown has some advanced furniture and home appliances such as computers and televisions.

As soon as I got back to my grandmother's house, my grandmother poured a cup of tea for each of us and took some snacks. We ate them with relish while chatting. Grandma smiled happily when she saw that we ate with relish. After eating snacks, I told her to go outside to see the scenery in my hometown.

As soon as we came out, there was a fresh air coming to my nose. The roads in my hometown were full of flowers and trees. The environment in my hometown has changed a lot. In the past, people in my hometown threw garbage into the river. The water in the river was smelly, but now there are small fish swimming everywhere. The water in the river is crystal clear, and there are many beautiful scenery in my hometown, such as waterfalls.

1 Great changes in my hometown

My hometown is Shangpeng, a lovely small mountain village. Its surrounding green hills are tall and straight, the mountains are covered with green trees and red flowers, a crystal clear river flows slowly, and a street is around the mountainside, which looks dignified and beautiful.

In the past, the people in my hometown were very poor and lived in shabby thatched cottages. The tiles on them were good and bad. When it rained, the rain seemed to want to join in the fun. The house was full of raindrops, so everyone had to move the furniture all night. At that time, the school was a dilapidated house with civil structure, with mottled soil walls and no glass. In winter, the whistling cold wind is biting; In spring, raindrops fall from the holes in the broken tiles, and the sound of "tick-tock" and the sound of reading make up a dissonant tune.

Since the reform and opening-up, the village has also been filled with boundless youth. Boarding the newly built building, looking around, the whole village is like a beautiful picture scroll: a wide flat cement road passes through the small mountain forest like a gray belt. The roadside is shaded by trees, and the buildings are like green bamboos rising in spring, orderly. Shop after shop, neat and beautiful, people come here to shop.

Looking to the southeast, people in their hometown are making great efforts for the economic development of their hometown with hard hands. On the mountains in the northwest, dense forests are like green barriers, one after another, continuous. At the foot of the mountain are terraced fields and golden rice. When the breeze blows on your face, it smells fragrant and makes people linger.

People in hometown are working hard to revitalize their hometown and build the motherland. Ah! Hometown, you have changed, and you have become so rich and beautiful. I must study harder and dress you up more grandly in the future.

2 Great changes in my hometown

My hometown is on the Loess Plateau south of Weihe River. According to my father, my hometown used to be very poor. The village is full of rotten earth walls and broken tile houses. The room is dark and damp, and the place is very small. Some houses are made of asbestos shingles, linoleum and straw. The ground in the house is all loess, and after a long time, people sweep out large and small pits with brooms. On rainy days, the yard and the village road are full of rotten mud. When you step down, your shoes will get stuck in it and you will never be able to pull them out. People can't afford to burn coal when cooking. All the year round, cotton stalks, corn stalks and rotten leaves are burned most of the time. The draft well is dozens of feet deep, and there are a lot of thick hemp ropes for drawing water. People with little strength can't lift it. In case of drought, there is no water in the well, so people have to go to distant reservoirs to pull water. Sometimes when it rains, people take rain to cook. On rainy days, the house often leaks rain, and winter can't stop the wind. One winter, my father led my sister back to their hometown. Although my grandmother burned the heatable adobe sleeping platform very hot, the biting cold wind came in from the four walls, which made their ears numb and they had to bury their heads in the bed. The air in the bed was not good, which made them not sleep well all night.

it's great now. Great changes have taken place in my hometown in the past ten years. The original straw huts and earthen tile houses have become two-story buildings, with walls made of red bricks. The roads inside and outside the house and in the village are all hardened with cement, and some houses are covered with bright big floor tiles. People's houses are spacious, with a large living room, kitchen and bathroom. Adults and children have their own rooms. There is no need to burn corn stalks when boiling water for cooking. As long as you make a phone call, the coal delivery person will deliver the coal to your door. Every household has tap water, and they don't need that yellow mud water to cook and wash their faces anymore. People are also rich, and every household is a professional household, with orchards, vegetable gardens and greenhouse vegetables, with an annual income of nearly ten thousand yuan. Many families have installed telephones, used rice cookers, refrigerators, washing machines, and some even bought big sofas and slept in Simmons beds. Every household has bought a big color TV, which can receive more than a dozen channels! People no longer have to drive more than ten miles to see a movie at night, and they no longer have to go to other people's homes to watch TV at midnight!

ah! What a great change in my hometown! I love my hometown!