Memories of hometown composition 800 words

Memories of hometown are as beautiful, silent and simple as pages in classic works, hidden in philosophy. Whenever I think of the beautiful scenery of my hometown, I think of the beauty of people, the beauty of my hometown and the more beautiful scenery. Those who can't reach it are called distant places, and those who can't go back are called hometown. The following is my "800-word composition recalling my hometown" for reference only.

800 words (1) "Come back, come back, I'm so tired ..."

Look at the clouds floating in my hometown on the horizon. It came unexpectedly, but I ...

If I were an orchid without roots and a dancing Qiu Ping, the memory of my hometown would give me the strength to return to the earth. If I were a floating duckweed and a dandelion with broken branches, the memory of my hometown would give me the courage to cherish the world, and everything would become a new memory.

Time will turn water into steam, but he can't stop steam from turning into water and returning to heaven and earth. When the raindrop proudly said to the earth, "I am your child who has been exiled and called for thousands of times." Time can only sigh, because it seems so far away in front of the memory of my hometown. Weathering can't erase the memory of my hometown, otherwise, what can I do? ...

How can there be a melancholy whisper that "the home will arrive in the dream and the riverside will return several times"? Looking forward to the constant wind, how many people can ride it to the beauty of their dreams when it blows to their hometown? As far away as the ends of the earth, it seems that the clock can't turn to take you home, silently, silently, only a few dead leaves hover and stretch in front of your eyes. After years of union, who will pay attention to your steps, how heavy and seemingly helpless? Just like your flying hair breaks free and wants to go home.

The delusion that "I don't know where to play the flute and look forward to my hometown all night" dispersed in all directions in that dark night, and groups of fireflies circled away with their nostalgia, replacing homing pigeons and being used as a tool for sending letters. I don't know when I should go to my hometown before I get old. The dark night, the cold wind, shocking. How should you deal with tomorrow's battle when you are hungry and cold? Deep in thought, what can I do? The strong dragon flute rises, like a good medicine to distract attention, blowing your weak soul; The other is a song of mourning for you, but there is no grand etiquette. You are utterly confused and full of feelings. When will the smoke and horseshoe prints pass? Dawn has come and the deep sky has faded. How do you face the dawn full of confusion and fear?

Oh! Your feelings also gushed out: "Jiang Nanan is green in the spring breeze, when will the bright moon shine on me?" . Expectation After all, reality and ideal seem to be far apart, but a few actions of yours can make a few words of others come true. Keeping that homesickness, I don't expect the spring breeze in Jiangnan to be green. Standing on the other side, the other side within reach, separated by an insurmountable length. I can't shake my head when I shout, only tears are left. A face of melancholy pulls the horizon to grow, but it can't grow to your hometown and spread your gown. Suddenly, there are so many flights to the south. What comfort can it bring you? A few tears, pale face reflecting the water, lamentation can only be held back!

Hometown! You are hanging around, but you can't understand my mood, don't know how to bury it deeply in your heart, and only had a few dreams.

Recalling my hometown composition 800 words (2) My hometown Zhu Tong Village is a beautiful place. There is a deep homesickness here all year round.

With the grass sprouting, spring comes.

"Boiled eggs on March 3" is the happiest time for children at this time of year. They often go to the ground in groups to pull "meals" (shepherd's purse). The cooked rice can't be cooked directly in the pot. Wash the soil off the grass and cut off the roots with scissors before cooking. When the juice of rice vegetables enters the eggs, the eggs will be more fragrant, greener and sweeter. The boiled eggs are slightly green and very sweet. The children will burst this time.

Spring passes slowly in this sweetness, mixed with countless interesting things. ...

Cicadas sing and birds sing. Summer has arrived.

Every summer, my father brings back many watermelons. "Dad is back!" As soon as Dad walked to the door, two "greedy cats" jumped out.

who is it? Ha! Me and my brother, of course. It's getting hot, and my brother and I have long wanted to eat watermelon. We hid behind the door and waited for this moment. Although the weather is very hot, I feel a little cool.

Pick up a big watermelon, put it in the pot, turn on the tap, bend down, gently wipe off the soil on the watermelon with your hands, wash it and then gently put it on the table. Clean the fruit knife and aim it at the watermelon. When the knife crossed, the melon peel split and the bright red juice immediately flowed down the blade. Before the melon was cut, my brother couldn't wait to take a small piece. Hey, brother, I haven't eaten yet!

We took a big bite of the melon mercilessly, and the watermelon juice ran down our fingers. Endless watermelons will be shared with neighbors. Summer slipped away in this melon fragrance, and the heat in my hometown gradually disappeared.

The golden leaves are flying, and the autumn wind is cool. Autumn is coming, and fruits are sweet.

But here is the best season to eat sweet potatoes.

Everyone knows that sweet potatoes don't bloom, but they have also been upgraded in recent years. The sweet potatoes in the field are all in bloom, purple, very beautiful!

Carefully shovel it down, and then dig hard. In this way, a sweet potato came out. Don't think it's simple. One minute on stage, ten years off stage. If you don't pay attention, only half of the sweet potatoes are dug up.

The dug sweet potato can be steamed, fried, boiled and roasted ... mm-hmm! Oh, no, my saliva is on the book, my little greedy bug!

Autumn is the harvest season, and it is also spent in farmers' harvest, and it also floats into the soil with fallen leaves. ...

Goose feathers and heavy snow are flying all over the sky. When I woke up, the forest was white and the branches were covered with snow. Winter comes with heavy footsteps and cold north wind.

The ground, houses and trees are covered with quilts made of winter snow. A series of long footprints left in the distant snow destroyed its whiteness and tranquility. Who is it? Who destroyed such beautiful snow! Hey, hey, it's me, don't accuse me, I'm doing something big!

Push, push, a big snowball appeared in the snow. "Brother, come quickly!" The younger brother, who was still advancing, panted and shouted, "I can't push it!" " Come and help me! "My little brother is not very strong, but his voice is so loud that he almost broke my big snowball. Seeing my brother struggling, I had to help him. After making the snowman, we began to have snowball fights again. When we are tired, we rush to the kitchen. My mother looked at us and smiled quietly. Dad invited us to drink soup, and the father's love and maternal love condensed into a bowl of freshly stewed soup, which was no longer cold in winter.

Snowman smiles in the heavy snow, ribs soup is fragrant, and it melts in the Woods with snowman in winter.

The four seasons in my hometown are full of my memories, laughter and sweetness, and have a deep homesickness ... The four seasons in my hometown are my best memories.

I happened to see a photo of Zhangjiaxiang at home, which had turned yellow and seemed to be treasured for a long time. I look at this photo, as if missing has become a pair of invisible wings, taking me flying. I seem to see a distant and familiar hometown.

When I was a child, I dreamed that my hometown was a fairy tale kingdom written by Andersen. At that time, I naively lay in front of the window and counted the stars in the sky. I always felt that the stars in my hometown were brighter and more beautiful than those in other places. Because the stars in my hometown bear my childhood dreams, childhood fantasies and my memories of my hometown.

At that time, I will snuggle in my mother's arms, listen to her stories and fall asleep in her soft voice. In my dream, I seem to dream of Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella, and I am elated. I wanted them to go over and say hello to them, but they left with a smile. I was anxious and said to them, "Come back soon!" But they fly farther and farther. ...

At that time, whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival came, I would snuggle up in my grandfather's arms, listen to his story of "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" and enjoy the moon while eating moon cakes. The family sat together and talked about the interesting things they encountered in recent years, and they felt very happy. I look at the moonlight in my hometown ...

At that time, I would go to the hillside with my friends to catch butterflies. When I see colorful butterflies, I will follow them carefully. When the butterfly is tired of flying and perches on leaves and flowers, I will walk carefully, hold my breath and pick up the vegetable net. "ah! Got it! Yeah! " Looking at the butterfly struggling in the vegetable net, my heart is as sweet as honey! At that time, whenever the sun was high in the sky, I would swim around the alley like a fish, sweating all over and then coming back for dinner, which made my mother say, "Hey, you do this, I'll take you out of this dump!" " ""Although I know my mother lied to me, I still have a lingering fear. At that time, I still remember the river in my hometown, so clear. You can clearly see the stones at the bottom of the river, the small fish swimming in the water, and the reflection of willow trees on the river.

The wind swept over the water, and the stream still flowed without any change. I like to play by the river with my friends. This river carries the laughter of my friends and me, and my childhood fantasies! Today, people in that hometown are still shouldering the burden of building their hometown with hard-working hands and shoulders, relying on their own efforts in difficulties and hardships to create "possibilities" in "no" Their sweat has flowed on their homes and moistened the earth. Wherever I go, I will never forget the blue and transparent sky, the clear and transparent rivers and the hardworking and honest people in my hometown. Only memories of my hometown.

Recalling that my hometown is a world of night, the stars are still dim and flashing, the moon is still shining gently, the shadows of trees are swaying, and the mysterious back of my hometown is outlined under the silhouette of swaying street lamps.

The moon has quietly climbed into the night sky, gently sprinkling silvery white light on the earth, and the dilapidated street lamps on both sides of the road are swaying in the wind, giving off a faint light, showing a bleak attitude towards life.

By the roadside, a little girl looked up at the night sky, opened her mouth with a few front teeth missing and said, "The moon is really beautiful today!" " "Yes, it's beautiful. Although we are very busy, we may only look up and enjoy the beautiful moonlit night inadvertently, but the noise of the city has brought us into another noisy world. Here, there are people who pursue fame and fortune, people who argue about right and wrong, and people who shout ... The development of the city and the take-off of enterprises have brought vigorous development to their hometown, but they have also taken away their tranquility and vitality.

"I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." The barrier of thousands of waters in Qian Shan can't stop the transmission of moonlight. Under the same starry sky, we stare at the same bright moon and miss the same hometown.

Once upon a time, the cheerful scene in the busy farming season was memorable, and the fragrance of wild flowers on the ridge was memorable. But now, high-rise buildings have sprung up one after another, burying all the beauty of the countryside under reinforced concrete. In this tall building, only tireless white-collar workers are writing, tapping the keyboard and staring at the screen.

Once upon a time, I was walking alone on a country road, and passers-by greeted me politely from time to time. At school, when the exam is not ideal and you are in a bad mood, there are always people around you to be caring and attentive. But now, everything is gone, the people in my hometown are gone, and my hometown is gone. Wandering at the crossroads, passers-by who are in a hurry always bow their heads and think about their own things, and occasionally look up just to see the road ahead, and there is no one else in their eyes. As it happens, a couple passed by, but avoided it. Although the school has been built more brand-new, it has only left some vague memories of the past.

The moon in my hometown has long been dim because of lack of appreciation;

The tranquility of hometown, because of the noise of the city, has left us far away;

Homesickness, due to the desalination of relatives in a foreign land, has declined in time;

The leisure in my hometown has become a luxury fantasy because of economic development;

Due to the changes in hometown, people in hometown have become more self-centered. ...

I, a small person, sit at my desk, watching the hot air coming out of the cup with fragrant teas, quietly thinking about my hometown: the moon, tranquility, yearning, leisure and people who have left us. ...

I have been thinking about my dear hometown for countless days. The refreshing flowers, the crisp birds, the lingering wheat fields, and my dear parents, I don't want to miss them all the time.

However, nowadays, I can't help studying abroad. Only deep thoughts. ...

What I remember most about my hometown is Baique Temple, which stands in the mountains. He is surrounded by mountains and has beautiful scenery, which makes people linger.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Baique Temple stands halfway up the mountain, surrounded by high mountains. If you stand on the top of the mountain behind Baique Temple, you will have a feeling of "going to the top of the mountain to have a look, and all the other mountains look small under the sky". It makes people feel infinite.

From the foot of the mountain to Baique Temple, we must first take a winding mountain road. When we walk inside in summer, we can hear cicadas everywhere. If you walk in it in winter with snow and pine trees, it's another scene.

It's about a mile to Baique Temple. People who don't know will ask, "Where is Baique Temple?" Because Baique Temple has no gate, it is just a temple. People who come here are pure in heart and have no evil thoughts. There is no need to install the gate.

Moving on, temples appeared and some famous stories were painted on the walls. What impressed me the most was that one day, a man passed by a forest and saw a tiger starving to death, so he cut off the meat on his leg and gave it to the tiger. That man is really nice. As for the other meanings, I still don't quite understand.

Further up, we reach the end, the largest temple. Go in and have a look. It's wonderful! This is the Buddhist paradise of Tathagata Buddha! In the middle is the Tathagata, with a Dapeng bird standing on its head. Looking around, there are many grotesque figures, some with long legs, some with long arms, some with long eyebrows, each with its own strengths. Different shapes, all carved lifelike. It gives people a solemn feeling, an impulse to worship and an invisible admiration.

Further up, there are endless mountains, where the scenery is better It makes people more intoxicated.

This is my hometown, isn't it beautiful? Welcome to visit us.