A 600-word composition praising my hometown, Dongshao Township
Ode to my hometown, Dongshao Township
The mottled door, the green old trees, the ancient well, I lamented over and over again. Looking back on my father's eyes when he said goodbye and my mother's tears, I know that these are the unique emotions of being a parent.
I miss the simple countryside, because that is my roots. Her continuous land picks up her own joy bit by bit from the bumps. Silently, the sorrow and sorrow were buried deep in the soil. However, I can't bear to dig up the land in my hometown and countryside, because there is too much sorrow there. I'm afraid that when I turn them out, they will make me shed tears and sadness, which will make me slow down and unable to walk out of this winding country road.
Home is an eternally extinguished star that illuminates my heart. It follows my footsteps and enters my dreamland every night. It always makes me miss it deeply. Tonight, in this quiet night, I think of my dreamy hometown again!
9. Looking back at my hometown
At midnight, I brewed a cup of fragrant coffee. As the coffee simmered, my fingertips flew quickly on the keyboard. I thought My beautiful hometown - a beautiful small water town in the Lixiahe area of northern Jiangsu.
The tranquil Haichi River, the antique Eight-Character Bridge, the scenic Water Forest Park, and the still charming Laosha Valley all the time make me wet my clothes with tears and fly away to my hometown. Thinking back to my childhood, I walked on the mossy bluestone road and passed through quiet alleys. I followed my mother to wash the sheets under the Beizhan Bridge. I went to the beautiful Duotian for spring outing with my classmates, and walked to Wujindang to fly a kite. The shouts of people buying popsicles in the streets, the loud bangs of fried rice, the sound of gongs exchanging plastic toothpaste rinds for maltose, and the noise of my brother and neighbor boys dancing ginkgo together, everything seems to have happened yesterday.
After living in a city for a long time, it is inevitable that you will be assimilated in terms of language. I was born and raised in northern Jiangsu, a true northern Jiangsu native. Although I have stayed outside for ten years, my pronunciation is still good. There is still a strong local accent. My daughter has lived in Nanjing since she was a child. When she was two years old, I was transferred to another place to work, so she was entrusted to my mother-in-law to take care of her. She did not return to me until she was five years old. The local accent that my daughter had when she first came here is now gone. Now she speaks standard Nanpu dialect (Nanjing-style Mandarin). She occasionally goes back to her hometown to listen to the faster Northern Jiangsu dialect, but she still doesn’t understand it. She has to learn to speak her hometown dialect, and even more. It's so weird, it makes me heartbroken.
When I return to my hometown with my daughter, I will take her everywhere. Visit the places where I once lived, studied, and worked. I took my daughter to the Xinhua Kindergarten (Yuanlaofu) where I went to school when I was a child. The famous Yuanlaofu has been renovated. The two heavy doors of the Xinhua Kindergarten when I was a child still exist. The copper door frames have not changed at all. A new coat of vermilion paint was applied. I pointed to the high threshold and told my daughter that my mother went to kindergarten here when she was very young. Once after school, she didn’t raise her feet and tripped over the threshold. Her whole forearm rubbed against the ground, and her tender arms were scratched. The skin, bloody and bloody, still has marks.
I took my daughter through the Confucian Street with moss-covered stone pavements, walked through Shangyuan Lane with green bricks and tiles, and came to the most prosperous Pailou Road in my hometown, where the highest university in our hometown was. , county. I told my daughter that her mother missed out on this school by just two points after graduating from elementary school. But my mother took the exams here when she was promoted from primary school to junior high school and from junior high school to junior high school. This was the school that my mother yearned for and the goal she strived for. Unfortunately, due to urban planning, the county has been relocated, leaving only some traces of the past. I walked around the ancient trees left behind after demolition in the old county, looking up at the thick and leafy branches. I wonder if the big tree still remembers that there was a fair-skinned man with a thin figure on the boulevard in the county. girl, walking in a hurry on her way to take the exam.
In the evenings more than ten years ago, there was often a woman with long hair and plain clothes sitting by the beautiful Haichi River, reading a book or staring at the water, watching the river rise. layer upon layer of ripples, watching the sunset gradually go to the west at dusk, watching wild ducks playing in the river, that girl is who I used to be. After experiencing an emotional turmoil, I would walk around the Haichi River every morning or evening. Only when I saw the rippling blue waves of the river and watched the gurgling river water lapping against the embankment on the shore, my mood Only then can you get a moment of tranquility, without all distracting thoughts, and enjoy the beauty of nature. The sunset accompanied me year after year, until I left my hometown and traveled far away.
Although the beautiful scenery of my hometown makes me forget to leave, there are too many memories that trouble me during those years of living in my hometown. When I lived there, I always wished I could leave there as soon as possible. I longed to leave all the complexity and complexity. I once traveled between several cities, where firecrackers were blasting and families were reunited. I would rather be far away from home. Eating instant noodles and enduring the loneliness and cold, I didn't want to go back to my hometown. I hated it there and I was afraid that I would be touched by the scene. But time is the best medicine for healing. After many years, those tangled memories have faded away. My homesickness complex is getting stronger and stronger. The tranquility and comfort of the small town make me want to stop and rest when I am tired of running around. Every time I go home for vacation, I always feel that the time is too short. When I sit in the car returning to my hometown, I always feel that the road is too long. When I return to my parents, I always feel that there is so much to say.
My parents, who are over seventy years old, count down the days every day when they hear that I will come home. When I set foot on the land of my hometown and called them, my father would go straight downstairs to wait for me, and my mother, who was weak on her legs and feet, would hold on to the door frame and keep looking around. When my daughter sees her grandpa from a distance, she will definitely give him a big hug. The family came in chatting and laughing. The eldest sister and sister-in-law had prepared a sumptuous dinner for me. But every time when the holidays come and I go back to Nanjing to say goodbye to my parents, my mother always bursts into tears. I hold back the tears and comfort my mother with a smile. Go home often. This is what my father said most every time he sent me off.
In spring, what I think about most is the weeping willows in my hometown; in summer, what I think about most is the people holding cattail fans on Beishuiguan Bridge to enjoy the coolness; in autumn, what I think about most is the falling willows on the archway. sycamore leaves; in winter, what I think about most are the frozen nails hanging under the eaves.
My beautiful hometown, I sincerely wish you a good harvest and a prosperous economy. May my hometown become more and more beautiful!