Who helped me write a semi propositional essay that reminds me of my hometown

The moon is the hometown of Ming.

I heard that the moon in my hometown is the brightest.

In the middle of the night, strolling through the quiet streets of a foreign country, the wind whispers, and the trees whisper.

People have long since slept. No matter who their names are, when and where they were born, and how many storms they have experienced, they have all fallen asleep quietly.

Where are they from? Here? Where?

Moonshine is silvery. Quietly, lazily spread on the body and face. Bathed in such transcendent purity, my chest was filled with a kind of emptiness.

For a moment, I even forgot where I was, but I felt so strongly that a flower of calm bloomed in my heart for a moment, but there was a wisp of dazedness.

Maybe the pen is too clumsy to outline that feeling. When you look up at the goddess who dominates the night, the shining body of light, and meets it head-on, don't you ever feel a trace of "feeling"? Perhaps, it's nostalgia.

When you look up and see the lonely silver plate hanging in the air, will you miss your distant hometown? "Look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown", the poem written thousands of years ago is still catchy and familiar today.

The moon is the hometown of Ming. Man, asleep. Where are they from?

Do they also feel that on the other side of the ocean, the moon will be brighter?

The moon, which treats the earth equally, has been indifferent to the joys and sorrows in the red dust for thousands of years. Yue'er, tell me, why, are you brighter in your hometown?

Shadow from Juanjuan's self-chilling" sentence, as if read in a book. The moon is cold. The moon is arrogant. Therefore, Yue'er was speechless.

My life is only a dozen years, divided evenly between the two places. Two cultures, two educations, two languages, two very different lives. The original memory, lost bit by bit, looking forward to the future, but it is a confusion.

The original hometown is pieced together with pieces of fragmented memories. A spot here, a little there, incomplete memories can only piece together an incomplete hometown. What's more, the stars have changed, and today's hometown seems to be surrounded by a curtain of mist, hazy, and it is no longer the hometown I knew, the hometown of my childhood.

Here, it is called "foreign", but there is an environment I am used to, there are familiar faces that I am, and there are too many memories of me.

What is the definition of hometown? Isn't it a piece of land that makes you nostalgic, that you remember?

Since I was a child, patriotic feelings have been instilled in my subconscious bit by bit. Just as I am Chinese, it is irrefutable. That's where you live!

Be loyal to her! Be sure to be loyal to her! Even though her face is unrecognizable, and even though there are only strangers left, she is still home.

That's why today, I'm confused. Where is home?

I didn't run away, let alone worship the ocean. I just want to know that there are no bits and pieces of the past that I am nostalgic for; And I can't apply the same words to this land that I am familiar with, because the subconscious mind keeps rebelling, rebelling against ......

When did I lose my hometown? The moon is the hometown of Ming. Perhaps, one day, I will find my hometown. It's a long time coming.

In spring, the brook tinkles and flows, like an amorous maiden humming a melodious song. In the crystal clear stream, fish swim leisurely in the stream, and you can't help but stop and take a look. When the stream reached the center, there were several large stones, dark and shiny.

The crashing of the stream and the splashing of the water add to the fun. On both sides of the stream, there are wild flowers, red, yellow, blue, white, purple, colorful, weaving a wreath of colorful flowers into the stream. The weeping willow gently shook her long hair and danced along with the stream.

The creek in spring is full of life.

In summer, the creek is even more charming. The stream was sparkling with the sun, and the surface of the water shimmered like stars. The children went to the stream to pick up stones and threw them into the stream, which splashed and sprinkled the "pearls" on both sides like flying beads.

On rainy days, the rain frogs "sing" in groups. At this time, if you come to the stream, you will only hear the sound of quack. That's the rain frogs singing the "Summer Symphony"!

The frog sound is sometimes high, sometimes low, and very regular. The brook was also happy, and there were small dimples on her face, and there were ripples of laughter. The brook in summer is beautiful and charming.

In autumn, the brook transforms into a quiet little girl. Quietly, slowly. Neither as lively as spring nor as charming as summer.

However, she is also unique. When the yellow leaves fall down, the stream catches them and lets them flow with itself. The leaves glide on the water like golden boats.

The fish also sank into the water, probably cold! The brook in autumn is quiet.

In winter, the rising mist is like a veil of the stream. Why doesn't the brook show people her repaired face? Is it shy, or is it ......This reminds one of a seemingly mysterious realm. The creek that sends the sky is very mysterious.

I love the mountains and rivers in my hometown, the grass and the trees, but I love this stream in my hometown even more! This meandering stream has been bubbling in my heart for ......

Essay Title. Hometown creek.

At night, the sky of my hometown is always dark blue. In the deep blue sky, there are always countless stars...

When I was a child, every evening, people from a village, young and old, came out of the house to enjoy the coolness. The adults have been busy for a day, the old people are doing homework, and the children are playing and playing. Under such a deep blue starry sky, I always like to lie alone on my grandmother's bamboo chair and count the stars, one, two, three .......

When I was in elementary school, I learned that there were many beautiful myths under the stars. "Chang'e to the moon"，"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl"Let me understand that the ancients were also full of infinite reverie for the deep blue sky. It was only later that I realized that the countless stars were named, and that they were much larger than what we could see.

Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, Big Dipper, ......

When I was in middle school, there were very few days to count the stars. Under that dark blue sky, I occasionally chatted with my friends about my future dreams, looked up at that sky, and felt that the dark blue sky was really unfathomable.

By the time I got to high school, I didn't have a lot of time to play and chat under that deep blue sky. Gone are the days when I was a child, replaced by modern buildings. As soon as everyone got home, they closed the door, and even the neighbors who had lived there for so many years did not know who they were.

With a TV and a computer, everyone spends their free time"Contribute"Give the series that can never be finished, the game that can never be played. **Will you go to see the deep blue sky?

Often at six o'clock in the evening when I was in a hurry to look at the way home, looking up at the sky, I would feel"The night is the hometown of Ming"。There aren't many stars in the city sky, let alone a starry sky. The neon lights of the city are so bright that the sky is lit up red, and there is no feeling of night at all, let alone a night"Navy"so here it is called"The city that never sleeps"。

I like the sky of my hometown, the people of my hometown, and the water of my hometown"One side of the water and soil supports the other side"My roots are there. The sky of my hometown is always dark blue, always unfathomable, and there are countless stars ......

1 early morning sky.

2 morning sky.

3 p.m. in the sky.

4 night skies.

My hometown, after the ice and snow disaster, is still very beautiful! Here you can see the green mountains and green waters from afar; Look closely, but the female teeth are grinning...Although the river water has been thrown with rat poison, the life in the water is still tenacious!