Essay "hometown card" (narrative essay)

xx year is an unusual year both for me and for my hometown. That year there were too many flashes worth remembering, worth savoring.

The noisy city in the roar of the machine accompanied by the torrent of vigorous development, the Cangshan mountain corner of the countryside is so quiet - can not find the footprints of technology swept. This seems to indicate that this small mountain village is about to be eclipsed in silence. But the truth is that she is bidding farewell to her predicament. The poorly ridged land could no longer support the village's progress. Decades of hesitation did not bury her, she in the towering XX mountain and XX mountain protection is glittering and will evolve into an attractive landscape!

That's my hometown. She has gone through dozens of years of baptism, and finally looked forward to the day of embarking on the asphalt road.

xx to, the village formed a "board of directors", planning the development of the plan. The first thing to do is to follow the ancient principle of "to get rich, first repair the road". So, each family changed the previous "constraints", enthusiastic investment, high emotions. Those who are old and old people are not idle, trying their best to "pull out" private money, beat enough dozens of dollars will cheerfully take "confiscation". This may also be their long-cherished wish. Perhaps it is because country children understand things early, I feel strange in my heart. My uncle satisfied me. Although he was not from the township, I did not forget to donate money to support the construction of the township, and generously signed my name, for which I almost jumped for joy. To this day, I am proud to see the "fame list" next to the village road (the inscription reads: "xx cultivation of one day, fame survives for ages"), not because I am counting on the fame of a hundred generations, but because I feel that I have done my part! --though this opportunity is borrowed.

The construction period was one of anticipation (or "torture"). I longed for a new hometown, free of dust and mud, but I was afraid that if this solemn land was replaced by hard concrete, it would lose its birdsong and the scent of flowers. As the road irrigation project proceeded methodically, I found it a pleasure to listen to the sound of the bulldozers. After a month's gestation, the road was finally laid at our feet. At that moment, I knew that my hometown's tomorrow will be brilliant, waiting for her will be everywhere blooming "Yilu Pear Blossom".

The joy didn't stop there, and exciting news followed. The village "Board of Directors" decided to rebuild the village "XX Society", before there were several times to repair the village society, but after all, it is "my broom painting Xishi Shi", difficult to see the improvement. This time, the demolition and reconstruction really made the old people smile. However, it will cost a lot of money. Just when the villagers are worried about the time, the village of several out of the development of businessmen rushed back to their hometown, out of the money is very generous. They donate money still do not forget to figure a profit, "four digits" are "eight" and "six" end ......

Social altar was built, the "board" decided to hold a banquet to celebrate and recruit some programs from outside the town, so that the village will be lively. The banquet started at five o'clock. During the banquet, people got drunk with open hearts and minds. The village exploded in silence. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on everyone's face, flashing a different scene. The lightness of the sunset made the happy faces of the people visible. The townspeople seem to be lamenting the beauty of life, but on the road to development, there is no hedonism or complacency, we are moving forward towards the grand blueprint that has been planned. The sunset is infinite, how the dusk is meant to be!

The next day, the village arranged a quite unique program. As soon as I got home in the afternoon and unloaded my school bag, I walked straight towards the village community. Through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I was like a grain of red dust, there is no "place to stay" - around the stage has been crowded with people. I was already happy, I love the feeling of being the center of attention in the countryside - it's wonderful.

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N years later, as I walked down the avenue and then through the lush trees, my burning heart still can not help but be shaken by the soul. The lilacs on the slopes are containing wisps of fragrance. Birds were playing in the forest and the breeze was refreshing. While the adults are thanking their ancestors for the shade, I'm paying tribute to the "Board of Directors" for their wise decisions. I don't want to be too eulogistic, too melodramatic, I'd be too mushy myself. But do want to thank them, they let me taste the first drop of manna because of the township and proud; let me understand a person can have so strong sense of responsibility; also let me know to have a head start, you have to create opportunities, seize the opportunity. At the same time, they admonished me to use my own hands to plow the overgrown heart, to use the heart to write the music of life. This is all my lifelong inexhaustible wealth.

Looking back, looking at the hometown of the falling colorful ............