Write an essay on the topic of soil The soil of my hometown 600 words

Hold a handful of soil, feel the taste of your hometown, sing a mountain song, praise the simplicity of the peasants, some people are full of dirt, but his heart is spotless; Some people are clean on their bodies, but their hearts are full of dirt. --Inscription.

Whenever I see the dirt on the side of the road, I always have the urge to go up and smell its fragrance. If nothing else, just to feel its simplicity. Speaking of simplicity, I can't help but think of my relatives in my hometown, simple farmers.

I am a rural person in the truest sense of the word, but fortunately I had the opportunity to come to the city to study. The moment I entered the city, I knew that this was different from the countryside, where there was a lot of traffic, crowds, and prosperity and busyness. On the first day of school, looking at these city kids, my heart was pierced.

I began to be reluctant to speak, silently holding on to the so-called"Self-esteem"。

But that changed me. One day my dad came home drunk and took me by the hand and said to me:"You've changed since you came to the city.

I know that you are starting to look down on the peasants and are starting to ......But I want to tell you, our ancestors have been farmers for generations, you have to remember, these city people are no different from us, who dares to say that his ancestors are not farmers? Your father is also a farmer, but I am not reconciled, I work hard to learn technology, just to change my fate. You too, there is no shame in being a farmer.

On the contrary, you have to fight for us farmers. Our farmers have dirty hands and not dirty hearts, you know? "Listening to these words, a huge wave was set off in my heart, and I understood ......

Looking at these soils, I seem to see the fathers and villagers who are struggling on the land of my hometown, as if I see them working with their backs to the sky facing the loess, as if I see their simple smiles and enthusiastic eyes like the sun.

I learned that there is no shame in being a farmer, on the contrary, I am proud and proud. Hold a handful of soil, feel the warmth of your hometown, hold a handful of soil, and feel the simple love.

Looking at the title, what should come to mind is to write about homesickness, talk about the difference in the soil in your hometown, and what happened to the soil, so as to express your homesickness.

At the instigation of many teachers, I carefully read Fei Xiaotong's "Rural China" with a variety of familiarity, and first of all, the impression of the countryside in my childhood resurfaced: birds chirping on telephone poles like staves, fish jumping in the crystal clear stream, piccolo of the shepherd boy singing softly on the green fields, and children hiding behind stacks ......of strawHowever, looking back at the rural landscape of the present day is different from the past, I can't help but feel the warm rural ripples in my heart.

Very surprised, Fei Lao mentioned in the line "Local Colors" that when he first went abroad, his grandmother secretly stuffed a bag of things wrapped in red paper under his box. Seeing this, I was secretly surprised in my heart what the bag wrapped in red paper was, and it was not a mysterious valuable, do you know it? Later, his grandmother avoided him and told him that if he was not accustomed to the water and soil and was always homesick, he could cook a little soup wrapped in red paper and eat it, which was a bag of soil on the stove.

After the surprise, I also told a similar experience that I had not dared to talk about, this is the warm countryside, not only the sustenance of maternal love, but also the simple local affection.

I am also a native of the countryside, and I have a special affection for the countryside, which is very deep and sincere in my heart. As soon as I stepped into the university, the simplicity of the "rustic" on my body seemed to be incompatible with the outside world, but after a long time, I was afraid that the "taste" related to the countryside would gradually drift away with the noisy outside world, so sometimes I especially wanted to go back to the past to see, the village when I was a child, the village where I taught in the summer, and the Nanping campus where I studied and lived in my freshman year. Touch the yellow earth that is branded with the footprints of childhood, and smell the smell of the countryside, which is a village that has been nurtured by nature for thousands of years; During the teaching period, I revisited the childish games of my childhood, and the innocent smiling faces of the children were sprinkled all over the earth under the sun, fully showing the happy nature of the children; I miss the quiet Nanping Campus, self-cultivation, no contention with the world, and leisurely study and life is a kind of enjoyment.

A sense of heaviness arises spontaneously, isn't this exactly what I yearn for and pursue after a certain year and a certain month?

One day in the future, I will find the habitat of the soul, and be able to own half an acre of fertile land in my own small world, wear the stars and the moon, and return with a hoe. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the intrigue of people, integrate into nature, truly enjoy the tranquility and serenity of the countryside, and be a true self.

Grow on the warm soil, take root, and thrive.

Perhaps, only those who make a living from farming can understand the value of soil and appreciate the strong local nature of the grassroots of Chinese society. Although the people in the city despise the rustic atmosphere of the countryside, in the countryside, "soil" is our lifeblood, year after year, day after day, with the change of seasons, hoeing and sowing, intensive cultivation, although there is no grass, still hope to grow from the soil, harvest fruits.

Perhaps, ** should have returned to ** in the end, just as the ancestors have been based on the ancient, silent and yellow land that has been watered with sweat for generations, so as to repay the great kindness of the warm countryside that has nurtured our generations of people.