Essay 4 on the topic of finding roots

Essay 1 on the topic of finding roots

Hometown What a wonderful word, this word contains too many feelings for us. There is a path in my former home in my hometown. This path gave me wonderful memories.

The street was very shabby and few people walked in it. The walls are all advertisements Jun, and children painted things, anyway, especially dirty. I still remember when I was a kid, always especially like to play with my sister, who was much older than me, and did very crazy things. Wow! You can see how naughty I was! I remember one time, I was playing a prank with one of my sisters, we wrapped a big dead cockroach in layers of paper and put it in someone's shoe. After a while, the sister put the shoe on and said: "Why is there a creak in the shoe? Why is there a creaking sound in the shoe, pick up the shoe to see the expression of the scene burst into laughter! It's exactly the same as Grandpa Mao's! From green to purple to yellow to red? Okay! I admit that my sister doesn't know about this.

Another time, I remember when I was on the second floor of the house, I saw someone seems to go this way, ran down to the balcony to receive a bucket of water "children know what I'm going to do" when she passed by, the water was poured, the person instantly into a soup chicken, scolded: "The above quickly give me down! The man on top of him came down quickly! Eventually my mom went down, and when she heard that I got a beating.

These wonderful memories are that trail to me, and finally I was forced by my mom to pull to Shenzhen. But when I think of these, my heart is all happy and sweet. But now moved away, as soon as the heart of the heart there somehow always want to stay there forever, not because it is dirty, not because there is no one there, not because the air is not good, and not because of the words of the wall, because of my mischief, in my heart y imprinted with this unattractive landscape.

Essay on the theme of searching for roots II

Home is the place where people try to leave when they are young and come back when they are old despite everything.

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The wind of my hometown, the water of my hometown, the clouds of my hometown, are all the harbor of my soul, each place has a story that is buried deep in my heart, whether it is a summer night in front of the corner building, or the curling smoke of the river, or the big slopes of the skidding car, are all the happy birthplace of my childhood. But that inconspicuous ancestral house, but in my memory forever

I remember all year round I live with my grandparents in the ancestral house, the ancestral house in the spring, the room of the moss and grass are active, in those damp, dark corners of the free and easy to grow, I'll be a person all day to sit on a small bench to pull the corners of the wall, that is, Grandma gave me the task; summer I also shall not be idle, and to be in the flowerbed Summer I also have no time to spare, and in the flower beds to weed, and to pick the strawberries of the garden; fall is the time to clean up the leaves, the garden of dead leaves have to be cleaned up; only in winter I can sit in the house to roast a small fireplace, the dog curled up at his feet, cozy asleep. You can say that this ancestral house is my childhood all, without her there is no me.

It was so busy all year round that I complained almost every day and always wanted to leave, until my grandfather told me a story.

? The leaves of the willow tree opened their eyes and bodies under the warmth of the spring sun and the moisturizing of the sweet spring rain.

In the spring breeze, the leaves raised their heads to show people their dynamic dance, and won the favor of the people, who have taken pictures with them.

Gradually, the leaves began to be complacent, intoxicated by people's love for them, in their eyes, they are the most beautiful things in the world, so they do not care about other things.

One day, a gust of wind blew the tree down and it was uprooted with its roots exposed.

The leaves had never seen such an ugly thing before, and could not help but look at it with disdain: ? You are the root, you are so ugly, no wonder buried in the ground!!!? The root replied feebly: ? Yes, I am ugly, but without me, there is no you today, believe me, if I do not absorb water, you will die! Leaf? cut? s voice, no longer pay attention, he heartily despise this ugly thing.

As the root said, the leaf is more and more emaciated day by day, the leaf lowered his head, powerless to look at the root to seek help, finally the city management office of the willows planted back into the soil, the leaf is back to its former appearance, he is no longer so high and mighty, because he knows that his life is given by the root.?

After the story was finished, he took me by the hand, brought me outside the house, patted me on the shoulder and said: ? Think about it!?

I closed my eyes and remembered the story my grandfather had just told me, I grew up here and spent almost every day here.? Will never return to this shabby place in the future.? I must have had this thought in my mind, but if I had actually left this place myself, only then could I have realized how good my hometown was. Hometown sounds so dear to everyone who has traveled abroad. How I want to go back to my hometown! But every time I think about it, people far from home never come back, family, work these things that are important to us but all the time constraints on them.

Perhaps we are now so on their own have something so revolting, do not cherish, but when we lost it forever, the memory of the time with it **** degree of time and how to go where to stay?

When the city lights, singing and dancing, I just keep my home, the depths of my soul.

Essay on the theme of searching for roots III

The weather now, the wind is cool. Slightly a touch of bleakness. In this bleakness, I miss my hometown. Hometown more than a year no see, are you okay?

During last year's Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, our family and my aunt's family went back to our hometown once. At that time, I remember everyone was very excited. When I arrived at my hometown, I carefully surveyed everything in my hometown, the green mountains came into my eyes, and the small clear lake reflected the shadow of the mountains. Around our village, there are mountains and lakes everywhere. We are a mountain village, so there are very few cars coming and going, and the air is very good. Outside the yard, there is a small pond, planted around the pond with a lot of persimmon trees, persimmon trees around the pond, every year in the fall, you can see a piece of red and big persimmons. There are often old people fishing around the pond.

I clearly remember, outside our yard, there is a vacant lot. In the corner of the open space, there is a pile of tiles. Every time I go back home, I play with the neighbor's children? Playing "water drift" with the neighbor's children. That is, the tile to the ground broken, broken into a piece after. And then flat with a swish, see who's tile in the pond up and down the most times, who is the winner.

My favorite persimmon, the persimmon in my hometown is very sweet. The first bite, delicious. The second bite, so comfortable. The third bite, so sweet! Bite? It's gone! Before eating persimmons, they have a history. When a persimmon is ripe, you want to eat it. You hold the persimmon tree and shake it with all your might. Hey, everyone else what? Little rain? Osmanthus rain? Peach blossom rain? Whatever, but this is fragrant persimmon rain! Anyone who doesn't shake the persimmon tree must not go near it. Otherwise, they'll be blinded. Venus? I've had bad experiences with this. After all, I have had this bad encounter!

When I was little, my favorite thing was the golden waves of wheat. During the day, they exuded the scent of the sun. It was that pure, strong fragrance. The golden waves of wheat swayed with the wind and smiled at the sun.

Old home Henan, are you okay? My old friend?

Essay Four on the theme of searching for roots

In a beautiful city, there is a lively kingdom.

The family members in this kingdom are not simple, all of them are stationery. There are eraser brother, pencil sister, ruler sister, brush grandfather and so on. They live happily together, every day is very happy.

But one day, the kingdom came to a strange guest, he wore a thick coat, head wearing a hat, body is made of some liquid water. When everyone in the kingdom saw him, they said, "Huh? Who is he? How come we haven't seen anyone looking like this before? That strange guest to see others look at his eyes so surprised, then explained to: friends, do not be surprised, I am now the 21st century in the most commonly used by children's stationery, my name is neutral pen, everyone called me pen well. When he finished speaking, he bowed y. Pen looked at him, think he does not look like a bad guy, then hold the pen's hand, said with a smile: Welcome to our kingdom, I wonder what you are here for? The pen smiled and said; Today I am here to find out my ancestors, the first people used to write. With that, the pen will look around to see which one is his ancestor.

The pen paced the streets of the kingdom in disappointment, suddenly a long pointed face, a small tuft of black hair, with a long body of people came over, he greeted the pen, and he brushed past, the pen instantly seems to remember what, they called the pencil and asked: you and I look very similar, you are not my ancestor ah? The pencil laughed: I was born not long ago, how could I be the ancestor? After that, they laughed and left.

The pen is not discouraged, continue to look for this time, he saw a bright, he saw the ballpoint pen and pen, he went up to ask: are you my ancestors? Ballpoint pen and fountain pen after listening to both shake their heads: we are older than you, but a long time ago, no human beings with us, they are using the brush dipped in ink to write as a tool, you can go to the brush there to ask to see. Pen heard both excited and happy, rushed to the brush called: ancestor, I found you! The brush was confused: What? What? Kid, you've got the wrong name! I can only be your grandfather at this age, I can't afford to be an ancestor. But I can tell you that in the most ancient times, the pen had not been invented yet. So they could only use a knife to carve the words on the bamboo, so the knife may be your ancestor ah!

After hearing this, the pen said to itself: knife? No way, how he looks nothing like me, but I'll ask to go. The pen jumped to the knife here, asked: you are my ancestors? Knife said: Yes, in the past when there is no pen, people are using me as a writing tool, but now I have been laid off, and now serve mankind should be you! Children, do a good job, do not let the ancestors disappointed ah Pen heard exclaimed: Wan years, finally found the ancestors. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that my ancestors are not disappointed by my work.

After that, the pen left the kingdom and returned to his original place.