Urgent need! A famous prose that expresses local feelings!

Lu Xun's "Hometown" is it, and the textbooks for junior high school are there.

In the past few days, the wind has been whistling.

On the road, I walked around a white line and stared at the land, full of affection. That land is a native land.

How to express his love for the countryside like those poets who have left their hometowns. No, love is in my heart, and even if I never leave, I am grateful and cherished.

In the past few days, the rain has been howling, and on the meadow, I have crossed a small stream, gazed at the land, and cherished the jade. That land is a native land.

How can we inspire our love for the homeland like the heroes who fought for the motherland? No, love is expressed, and even if I have never fought, I am full of enthusiasm and blood.

These days, the sun is shining.

In the sky, I looked at a white cloud, looking down on the land, and my love was strong and simple. That land is a native land.

Do you want to write about the wonderful painter of the motherland, depicting your love for the motherland. No, love is in my mind, and even if I have never painted, I have love and sorrow.

These days, the moonlight is soft.

In the grass, I gazed at an inch of moonlight, looking at a piece of land, gracefully turning. This land is rural.

Do you want to sing like a beautiful singer of the motherland and play your love for the country. No, love is in my heart, and even if I have never sung, I have love and sorrow.

In these years, the goddess cried.

In my arms, I caressed a flower and listened to the land, desolate and sad. This land is the land of the motherland!

Whether you have to repay him with all your loving actions can be regarded as loving him. It has to be! That is the motherland that has nurtured us for thousands of years, that is the motherland that has taken care of us for thousands of years, and that is the motherland that we have praised for thousands of years!

Why are you so haggard? Isn't it the thousands of children you've raised? Our remedy now has made your face still vicissitudes, but you still smile at your far-fetchedness!

O Motherland, we are sorry for you!

O Motherland, we have failed you!

O Motherland, we love you forever!

"Hurry", "Lilies Bloom on the Heart Field", "Snow Falls Silently", "Mother".

Hometown in the Twilight

I always imagine returning to my long-lost hometown on a snowy evening.

The scenery of the hometown is not beautiful, especially in the cold winters. It was a small northern town, and in winter, it was gray everywhere, with no trace of green, and the roadside was always covered with snow, and the north wind bent and blew tenaciously, as if it would never stop. In my memory, the indelible impression of my hometown is that on a snowy dusk, I was walking on the small streets of my hometown when I was young.

The thick snow on the ground shone in the faint light of dusk, and the air was flying in invisible patches of coldness. Wisps of light cooking smoke floated from the chimney on the roof, and from time to time a mother would call Kihon from the yard to summon her children who were playing outside to come home for dinner. There were very few pedestrians on the street, and I was alone, quietly walking on the path of my hometown in the snowy dusk.

I don't know who came from Zhang Mingmin's singing, and in this dusk, with the sky full of Yingying flying snow, it floated. At that moment, it was as if I had completely melted into the world of snow at dusk.

Over the years, every time I walk in such a snowy dusk, it will arouse a strong longing for my hometown; Every time Zhang Mingmin's singing voice floats by, it will evoke my inextinguishable memories of the weak lights on the streets of my hometown. Yes, before I knew it, I had been away from my hometown for many years.

Living in another city, I always complain that the snow here is not big enough, and the air here is not fresh enough. In fact, I have been accustomed to the new environment for so many years. It's just that the scene of my hometown can never be erased from my mind, especially on such a snowy dusk.

Today, the light snow is falling again, walking on the snowy streets of this foreign land, my slender figure is also constantly changing with the bright street lamp. My hometown is far less prosperous than here, and sometimes it even feels very desolate. However, the warm, fresh, and tender feeling that my hometown brought to me, like the waves of the sea, rippled in my heart and could never be calmed down.

I always hope that on a snowy evening, I will return to the hometown that I have missed for a long time.

The prosperity of the other place, but there is an indescribable coldness in the heart; Bathed in the soft sun of a foreign land, but the cold wind in the ears is like a howling wind, it should be that this is not Sipan's hometown, we are on a long voyage.

After a long time of farewell to the hometown that I was familiar with, I suddenly felt that its shadow was a little confused, and suddenly looked back and finally found that I knew what it was to drink the water of my hometown; Looking at the river in my hometown, I understand what it means to be clear; Looking at the mountains of my hometown, I know what it means to be deep; Gazing at the clouds of his hometown, he knows what it means to be lofty. This is not an illusion of nerves, this is a longing for home.

Homesickness, who can say that it is a kind of weakness, this is clearly the publicity of human nature; Homesickness, who can say that it is a kind of humility, this is clearly a desire for family affection. Without homesickness, it is like a kite without a string, no matter how high it flies, it is aimless; Without the feeling of homesickness, it is a futile voyage to a ship without a rudder, no matter how fast it goes. "Humayi north wind more birds Henghui towards the south branch", things are like this, how can people be worthy?

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival to think of relatives", yes, we don't need to close the door of homesickness, force ourselves to welcome the sunrise of a foreign land; We don't have to endure the sorrow of longing for our relatives and pretend to laugh senselessly. Because my hometown has also had the sunrise that I chased in the wind, my hometown also had the bright moon that I admired in the Mid-Autumn Festival, my hometown also had my frolicking partners during the festival, and my hometown also had the bed I slept in for more than ten years. Constant cutting, chaos and homesickness are the concerns of a companion's life.

Facing the vast mountains, I asked, what is nostalgia, the mountains are silent, but I see that it is as firm as ever; Facing the clear river, I asked, what is homesickness, the river is silent, but I see its persistence in going east and not returning; Facing the surging sea, I asked, what is homesickness, the sea is silent, but I see its inner rolling agitation. It turns out that nostalgia is a pure heart forged by firmness, perseverance, and agitation, and the sonorous vibration of the sound is clearly the echo of homesickness.

In a foreign land, but the heart is in the hometown. Homesickness is like an invisible long line, holding people's hearts, even if you are at the end of the world, there will always be a vacancy in your heart, leaving a distant hometown, throughout the ages, no exception. "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown", the poet fairy Li Bai also had such feelings on the moonlit night; "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming", the poet Du Fu also had such a poignant when he was thinking of his relatives; The nostalgia in the light has already knocked on the homesickness of countless wanderers, shining with a heart that returns to its roots.

How many times, climbing the tall building in my dreams, asking to look back at the misty distance, but in exchange for the confusion of the breeze all the way, I closed my eyes, my heart opened slightly, and the beating pulse shouted out my loud echo: because in that distance there is my hometown that I miss. Homesickness, who can say that it is a kind of weakness, this is precisely the strength of persistent longing for the homeland.

Facing into the distance, I played the strongest note of my heartbeat: the deepest part of my persistent soul will always belong to my hometown.

The strong nostalgia is an attachment in the heart of every wanderer.

In the sea of hearts, the sails of a memory drift by, full of the atmosphere of the countryside. The mother's loving smiling face kept flashing in front of her eyes; The father's honest expression also rippled in his heart.

Leaving the homeland, it is like duckweed that has lost its roots, a seed without soil, and can no longer find the direction to belong.

I can't forget the joy of my childhood friends playing by the stream, the mooing of the old cattle, and the harmonious beauty of the country chickens and dogs. "When I was young, I left home and my boss returned, and my hometown accent has not changed and my sideburns have declined", every time I read this sentence, I always have an inexplicable emotion in my heart.

A little sadness, a little melancholy, faintly welled up in my heart, and I realized that my hometown is the happiness and sorrow that I can never forget!

Like you, I have this assignment, think about it.

To the twilight rain sprinkled on the river, a wash of autumn. The gradual frost and wind are tight, the Guan River is cold, and the afterglow is the building. It is a place where the red decay and green are reduced, and the things are resting. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without a word.

I can't bear to climb high and far, look at my hometown, and it's hard to return. Sigh the traces of the years, what is the bitter drowning? I want to look at the beauty makeup building, miss a few times, and return to the sky. Fight to know me, lean on the trunk, and be idle.