Please write an essay on the theme of roots and hometown, no less than 600 words

It's not my hometown anymore, at least, not anymore. —Epigraph.

The big trees on the side of the road are running backwards at a rapid speed, and they are bare in the hot summer, which is really ridiculous.

It's getting closer and closer to that village, it's my mother's hometown, my grandmother and grandfather didn't have it early, and my uncle's house is my hometown. I remember going almost once a month, but now, I don't remember how long it's been since I last came back.

Looking at the old house, it was still the same as before, tall and sturdy. My brother and I approached, and out of the house was a member of our family: "Come in and sit down?"

The house had already been contracted to him, but this sentence made my heart blocked: When did it become like this? I can't help but think back to the time when he was still there—he always doted on me, not only because I was the youngest child in their lineage, but also because I was the son of his favorite little sister, and because I was the youngest man of our generation.

In short, he doted on me. Always towards me, even if I am with his own son, who is my uncle.

When he left, we personally sent him off, and sent him away after this tiring life, when he was less than fifty years old, and that time, walking on a familiar road, with white cloth floating on both sides, he lay in that box, buried on the mountain, I never saw him again, and after coming down the mountain, I was full of desolation.

I came back again, but it was no longer the case.

It turned out that the wide stream behind the house was less than a meter wide, the water flow was intermittent, and the path was covered with dust. Brother, he sighed, he felt more deeply than me. Uncle also loves him so much.

However, now, when people go to tea and cool, what can they have left but the low grave on that side?

We walked back, and on the way, we met another acquaintance, but at that time our hearts were too thick to remember who it was. "Whose kid"? He asked my brother and I said:

I belong to Zhang Chunxia's family." The tone was full of strangeness, but he was full of anger and said, "You said that you are Wei Qingyuan, don't you have it."

Maybe that's the only thing that hasn't changed. He continued, "You're too old to recognize you, but I haven't seen you come back for a long time."

I didn't say anything, but I couldn't help but speed up my steps and walk back, for fear that my embarrassment would be discovered.

In the distance, looking at the small village, the houses, I finally couldn't hold back my tears, this is the hometown I was most looking forward to when I was a child, but now it is not. Like the old house, as soon as the owner was changed, everything changed, the original home went to its own place with his departure, and everything that was originally beautiful was gone, and the only thing I found was only a trace of human affection!

If you pick it first, you will take a photo and send it to you.

When I leave my hometown, I always think of the clouds of my hometown.

It is said that the beauty of the hometown is an endless and endless scenery, dotted with green mountains and green waters......

It is said that the beauty of the hometown is a poem that is constantly chanted and sung, hidden in the breeze and bright moon......

Come back, come back, Fei Xiang's affectionate singing voice sang the heart of the wanderer. Yes, when people open their hearts and let go of their hometown, what fascinates them the most is the clouds of their hometown. The clouds of the hometown remain in people's beautiful memories and wonderful associations, in the bedside of the wanderer, in the pen of the literati, and in the love of the lover......

My heart is still there. Lianyun is still the same.

Overseas Chinese people always love to lie on the grass on a sunny day, staring at the clouds in the sky. Clouds are clustered, clusters, rolls, horses, such as dragons, phoenixes, tigers, flowers, staggered shapes, and thousands of changes. People appreciate not only the ease and unpredictability of the clouds, but also the grandeur of the clouds.

This is how people integrate the clouds of their hometown into their love for their hometown.

Winter goes to spring, and the seasons alternate. The colorful clouds, white clouds, morning clouds, and twilight clouds ...... hometownAll of them show extraordinary craftsmanship and lead people into wonderful three-dimensional pictures. In the spring morning, the rows of white clouds above the top of the mountain are inlaid with colorful light edges by the rising sun, and the hometown of overseas Chinese is shrouded in the red glow, which is even more splendid and gorgeous.

In the summer afternoon, the clouds are like abrupt mountains and mountains, like roaring thousands of troops and horses, and the golden dazzling clouds weld the earth and Tianyu together in the hometown of overseas Chinese. In autumn, the sky is high and refreshing, and the clouds that suddenly float in the blue sky are like a fairy dusting a scarf, wiping the blue sky into a bright and beautiful wash, and the golden sunshine embraces the hometown of overseas Chinese, and the hometown of overseas Chinese is so beautiful. In winter, the clouds of warm sunshine brought the news that the earth was about to meet ...... springAll of this is enjoyable, uplifting, inspiring, and amazing.

When people are far away from their hometown, the cloud of their hometown is not just a warm memory, but a vigorous vitality. When people see the clouds in the sky, they often see it as the one floating from their hometown, and they can't help but look at it again and again, looking for the beginning of their dreams. People also regard the flowing cloud as a letterhead drifting towards their hometown, watching it go away with the wind, bringing endless nostalgia for their hometown.

The clouds of your hometown, no matter when and where I think of you, I always feel that you are a birthmark of your hometown, the wind cannot be dispersed, the rain cannot be washed away, and the years cannot be changed.

The clouds of hometown float in people's homesick dreams.

Chapter 1: Hometown - the holy place in my heart.

I love autumn in my hometown Some people like light and agile spring.

Some people like the vibrant summer, some people like the winter covered in snow, and I love the autumn of my hometown.

Autumn is the most beautiful season in my hometown.

In the golden autumn season, the sky is high and cool. The blue sky was spotless as if a fairy had washed it with clean water, and occasionally, a few white clouds drifted through the sky, which was really like a blue silk handkerchief embroidered with white flowers. The leaves on the tree change from green.

Huang: ...It's really a golden fairy tale world.

The angel of autumn, wearing a fog shirt as thin as fine sand, came to nature, blending red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, and purple into one, and swaying it on all things with deep affection, dyeing my hometown into a beautiful and moving picture.

Autumn in her hometown is a lively and lovely little girl, she dyes her hair in color, remembering the beauty of the fields in autumn; Her red face reflected the red fruits of autumn; Her slender fingers were the branches of a great tree.

Bifurcation. Autumn in the hometown gives a lot of seductive maturity.

You see, in the cornfield, the golden corn cob is like a baby struggling to be born and wants to get rid of its mother's arms; On the grape trellises, red, purple and green, hidden among the green leaves, colorful and beautiful. Pepper fields, green.

Underneath the leaves are clusters of bright red peppers, which shine like rubies in the sun. There were also purple eggplants, tender green cucumbers, pink tomatoes, baskets, piles, and truckloads being transported home.

In the field, the farmer uncle waved his arms, reaping their joy for a year, although sweaty, but full of joy and sweetness in his heart. Autumn makes the smiling faces of the peasants especially bright.

The most alluring thing is the fragrant orchard. There are bursts of fruity aromas. Look, the trees are nodding and smiling at you. Look, the pears are ripe, and they are full of branches, big, round, and golden.

The orchard is golden and pleasing to the eye. Pick a pear, take a look, happy; Smell it, get drunk. Remove the skin and bite it gently, the taste is sweet and delicious, and the comfortable feeling comes from the corners of the mouth.

In the heart, the more people eat, the more they love to eat.

When I saw apples hanging from the branches, I thought that it was a smiling face ripe in autumn; When I saw the chrysanthemums blooming brightly, I thought it was the brewing of autumn year; When I saw the fallen leaves flying, I thought, it was autumn solid.

footprints. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings fruits and happiness to people, and brings confidence and hope to people......Autumn, give us songs and laughter, and give us the joy of harvest.

I love autumn, and I love autumn in my hometown even more.

Essay on the topic of hometown.

The towering tree must have its roots, and the water of the mountains must have its source. "Everyone has their own hometown that they love, that is the root, that is the source. My hometown is on the outskirts of the city, not far from where we live now, so I can go back every week or two.

There are beautiful, peaceful landscapes, there are simple, kind people, and I am attached and love my hometown. I wonder what happened to 'Shirley'? Did 'Chocolate' grow up?

As soon as we finished lunch, my sister and I were anxious to urge my grandfather to take us to see the dogs. "Slow down, slow down, they're all good, these days, the rape flowers in the field in front of your house are blooming very vigorously, they go out crazy every day, and they come home full of gold, but they are happy. Grandpa happily followed behind and said with a smile.

Walk through the old street of Qingshi and cross a small bridge to meet the dear dog baby. We ran all the way with excitement. It is said to be a small bridge, but it has a large slope.

When we arrived at the small bridge**, we rested a little by the bridge railing, and just waited for my grandfather, who walked slowly. The sky was not hot, and the wind was blowing softly and gently. Nearby, you can clearly see the people fishing, and not far away, there are a few small boats, leisurely moving forward.

Looking up, the farmland in the distance is full of golden rape flowers, brilliant and dazzling, but beautiful and tranquil. "The plan of the year lies in the spring", and there are still people who work hard. What a leisurely and comfortable and beautiful scene!

In an instant, the clouds thickened and obscured the sun. The sky was a little overcast, as if to indicate something to come! I could only hear an exclamation behind me.

When I turned around, I saw a tricycle full of thin and spiky bamboos sliding down. It's too dangerous, the closest is a little boy playing with a windmill, he laughs so innocently, he doesn't notice the danger in front of him at all The tricycle stopped! Time seems to have frozen!

Has time really stopped? No, a pair of strong hands withstood the sliding tricycle. In an instant, the eyes of everyone around focused on the white-haired old man with a slightly hunched back in the back of the car - he was my grandfather in his 70s!

Immediately after, a pair, a pair of people reached out to help. The tricycle was quickly pushed onto the bridge in unison! Everyone waved and thanked each other in good faith.

The wind was light, the clouds were light, and the sun showed a smiling face again Proudly holding my grandfather's rough hand, we happily went to the small building. The sky is no longer gloomy, the wind is still blowing softly and slowly, and the rape flowers in front of the door are so gracefully swaying with the wind. The dazzling sunlight cast through the clouds makes the rape flowers so brilliant and gorgeous.

My heart is intoxicated, this is my hometown, my beautiful hometown. Here, there are enthusiastic, simple and beautiful "rape flowers" ......