Essay on homesickness 100 150 words

Updated on culture 2024-03-13
7 answers
  1. Anonymous users2024-02-06

    I miss the mountain road in my hometown. Rugged and meandering. That mountain road has the concern of my mother, the sight of the villagers, the gaze of the wanderer, my joy, yearning and pursuit, and of course, my dreams and hesitations.

    My hometown, which haunts me all the time, is actually a small mountain village with beautiful scenery. How many times have I waded through the long river of memory, how many times have I traveled through time and space, trekked through mountains and rivers, and dreamed back to this beautiful hometown and beloved relatives.

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-05

    The National Shootout... Five knights... Three Dragons... The private self that I want ...

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-04

    Are you okay? the water of the homeland; Are you okay? the grass of the homeland; Are you okay?

    the soil of the homeland; Are you okay? My dear hometown ......

    Do you remember the long mountain road? The winding mountain road, the laughter and laughter of childhood are all stored in their own treasure chests, that box! It is a treasure of their lives.

    Listen? "Grandma, let's go, hurry up, there's a creek ahead", "Okay, I'm fast!" "Oh, take a bath, catch a fish......The immature children's voice shuttled through the woods, and the shallow footprints seemed to tell the story of yesterday......Hometown, how wonderful you are!

    Remember the rusty little cart? That's the ** of childhood, the psalms of childhood? "Squeak......The sound of "squeak" wheels is like the old story, telling the joys, sorrows and sorrows of childhood.

    Grandma, I'll push the cart too, watch ......"Good, you're awesome, grandma will buy you delicious ...... when she gets home"Good memories are like a dream of reincarnation, gone forever.

    When I was a child, I was drunk for a flower, I cried for a leaf, I felt sorry for a drop of water, I was excited for a pen, heh! The beautiful past is also a drop of water that cannot be kept, and a pen ...... that cannot be used

    I miss it because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it because I have a beautiful memory; I miss it because I had a beautiful childhood; I am happy because I have a beautiful dream; I am happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am happy because my thoughts are as clear as autumn water.

    The flowers are blooming, the grass is green, tomorrow's tomorrow, I still have indescribable thoughts? See you next time, my dearest hometown!

  4. Anonymous users2024-02-03

    Listen to him.

  5. Anonymous users2024-02-02

    A sea change in my hometown.

    I remember when I was a child, every time my mother took me out for a walk, my brow furrowed, and the muddy path in front of my house was never repaired, not only narrow, uneven, but also full of mud and puddles, and if I accidentally stepped on the wrong place, my new shoes would be covered with mud and dirty. My family lives on this path, we used to live in bungalows, and sometimes, as soon as the path is not clean, there is a bad smell wafting to my house, which is very unpleasant, and it is full of garbage and dust, and the dry land where weeds do not grow, which really makes me even more tired of this place.

    But that's all in the past, and now, the low, dark bungalows have been transformed into tall, clean residential buildings, and the dirt lanes are gone, replaced by spacious, bright asphalt roads. The roadside is planted with lush plane trees, pine trees, and light green lawns, which are like a field for playing a football game, which is a sight to behold. There are all kinds of small wildflowers that can't be named, which also adds a touch of vitality to this new world.

    Then I turned my head to look at the high-rise buildings, which replaced the dirty and ugly garbage dump before. At night, the road lights are brilliant, the neon lights on the street are decorated with immersive imagination, children play basketball on the basketball court, play football on the grass, do sports, and the old people chat, play chess, and enjoy the shade under the lights, which is really lively.

    Go upstairs to your own home, it is really spacious and bright, all kinds of furnishings are very different from before, more beautiful and natural than before, and the environmental awareness of people on the side of the road is also constantly strengthened, and people have to stretch out their thumbs to sigh at today's great changes. And now there is no need to worry about food and clothing, because the community committee will distribute food and daily necessities to everyone on a quarterly basis, and there is a special place for the elderly to relax and entertain.

    Qingdao's Olympic Sailing Base is even more eye-catching, and the sailing boats speeding on the blue sea are the results of our Olympic athletes' hard work.

    My mother once told me that when she was my age, she had to work and do work for her family every day when she didn't go to school, but now, it's completely different. I just need to study hard, and I usually go to the market to buy whatever I want to eat, and there are all kinds of varieties, and they are all fresh, which is really convenient. My mother always told me that living in our time is really, really happy, so cherish it!

    Now, this is a town with a beautiful environment, a big city with international attention, as a member of my hometown, I believe that in the near future, Qingdao will be even better and become an eye-catching city!

  6. Anonymous users2024-02-01

    "September 9th Billion Shandong Brothers" is from the hand of Wang Wei, who is known as "there are paintings in poems, and there are poems in paintings". This poem writes that Wang Wei wanders alone as a guest in a foreign land, and every festive season, Wang Wei will miss his relatives in his hometown even more. Wang Weiyao thought that his brothers were all ascending today, and he was missing himself here.

    The poem passes through the passage of the Double Ninth Festival, one day Wang Wei was alone in the field, in a lonely and desolate situation, without relatives. So he wrote this poem, through which Wang Wei expressed his longing for his hometown and relatives. Everyone has a home, as the lyrics say, "Where the flowers bloom, there is my charming hometown."

    The most simple wish in everyone's heart is to want a complete home and a warm place. Home is a safe haven and a place where you can find solace for the soul. In your heart, my hometown will always be the most beautiful, and my relatives will always be the most kind.

    Others are like this, and so is Wang Wei.

  7. Anonymous users2024-01-31

    You can start with a verse, then introduce your hometown scenery and celebrities, and finally I love my hometown, even though I am out of town.

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