Lao She was famous in modern China. His works not only covered literature, drama, prose and many other fields, but also involved thinking about Chinese traditional culture and modern culture. In his prose, Lao She expressed his longing for his hometown, showing his attachment and love for his hometown. Lao She's " Lao Zhang's Philosophy " was a typical essay about missing his hometown. With Lao Zhang as the protagonist, the article expressed the author's longing for his hometown through Lao Zhang's longing for his hometown and his attachment to his hometown. In the article, Old Zhang recalled all the beautiful things in his hometown and expressed his longing for his hometown. At the same time, Old Zhang's thoughts also reflected the author's thoughts and reflections on Chinese traditional culture. Lao She's "Camel Xiangzi" was also an article about missing his hometown. The article takes Camel Xiangzi as the protagonist, expressing the author's longing for his hometown through Xiangzi's longing and attachment to his hometown. In the article, Xiangzi recalled all kinds of beautiful things in his hometown and expressed his longing for his hometown. At the same time, Xiangzi's thinking also reflected the author's thinking and reflection on modern culture. Lao She's works not only showed his longing for his hometown, but also reflected his thoughts and reflections on Chinese traditional culture and modern culture.
Many famous people had written essays about missing their hometown, such as: I gently returned to my hometown, where there were my relatives and old friends, but I saw more of the scars of my hometown, the sufferings it had suffered, and I couldn't help but feel deeply moved. I deeply miss my hometown, the life there, and the people there. 2 Lao She: Camel Xiangzi: I left my painful hometown and came to this strange place, but I soon found the shortcomings here. I miss my hometown, the life there, and the people there. 3. Li Bai: "Night Moored at Niuzhu, Recalling the Ancient Times": Looking up at the bright moon, lowering his head and thinking of his hometown. I left my hometown and came to this strange place, but I still can't forget the good times in my hometown. I miss my hometown, the people and things there, and the scenery there. These famous people's essays all showed their longing for their hometown. They used their own words to describe the beauty and pain of their hometown, and at the same time, they also expressed their attachment and nostalgia for their hometown.
Hometown was the hometown in his heart forever, and it was the deepest concern in his heart. It was located in a remote mountainous area in China, thousands of kilometers away from the city. The mountains here were high into the clouds, the water was crystal clear, and the air was so fresh that it seemed to have a unique aura. The people here are hardworking and kind. They have created a beautiful home with their own hands. When I was born, my hometown wasn't as prosperous as it is now, but the scenery here was beautiful. Whenever I walk on the mountain path, listening to the birds singing and looking at the clear river, I will feel a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness. The people here are always willing to help me whenever I'm in trouble. However, the development of his hometown had always been slow. Although the economy here was not backward, due to the inconvenient transportation, the connection with the outside world was not close enough. As a result, I rarely had the chance to understand the outside world or experience the culture of the outside world. Therefore, when I left my hometown, I felt that my culture and values were limited. Even so, my hometown is still the warmest place in my heart. Whenever I think of my hometown, I will think of the mountains, the water, and the people there. Their smiles and kindness are deeply imprinted in my heart.
Hometown In the long river of memories, his hometown was a bright color that would never fade. It was a small village surrounded by green mountains and clear waters. It was as quiet and beautiful as a paradise. The early morning in his hometown was always accompanied by the crisp chirping of birds. When the first ray of sunlight shone on the mottled mud wall, the entire village was like a sleeping beauty who had been awakened, gradually glowing with vitality. Under the ancient locust tree at the entrance of the village, there were often a few old men sitting there, smoking leisurely and talking about ancient stories, or squinting and enjoying the caress of the sun. The deep wrinkles on their faces seemed to be carved by time, telling the vicissitudes of their hometown. They walked along the winding path, and on both sides were endless fields. In spring, the fields were like a huge color palettes. The tender green wheat seedlings swayed in the wind, like a green ocean with layers of waves. The field was filled with unknown flowers. They were colorful, like stars in the green sky. In summer, the croaking of frogs sounded like a grand concert. The children played around in the fields, chasing the colorful butterflies. Occasionally, they would be scolded by the adults for accidentally stepping on a few crops. The stream behind the village was the children's playground. The water in the stream was so clear that one could see the bottom of the stream. One could see the round stones and small fish swimming at the bottom of the stream. On summer afternoons, children would come here in groups. The boys would fish and catch shrimps in the water, while the girls would sit on the rocks by the stream and put their feet into the water to feel the coolness of the stream. Under the reflection of the sunlight, the water splashed like a string of crystal clear pearls. The night in his hometown was quiet and mysterious. When night fell, the stars filled the entire night sky like dazzling diamonds. The moonlight shone on the tiles on the roof, giving off a soft silver glow. At this moment, the village was filled with the faint smell of firewood. It was the smell of fireworks coming from every household cooking. The family sat around the simple dining table. Although the food was simple, laughter filled the entire house. However, as time passed, when I returned to my hometown, I found that it had changed a little. Some old houses were replaced by new buildings, and the dirt roads had become cement roads. Although the appearance of my hometown had changed, in my heart, it will always be a place filled with warmth and memories. Those childhood friends, those familiar local accent, those bits and pieces about my hometown, they are all like precious treasures buried deep in my heart, never to be erased by time. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>
"Nostalgia of Hometown." In the long river of memories, his hometown was like a painting that never faded, forever treasured in the depths of his heart. My hometown is a quiet village surrounded by green mountains and rivers. The village was not big, and dozens of families were scattered in a well-arranged manner. There was an old and large Camphor tree at the entrance of the village. The trunk was so thick that it required several adults to hold hands to hug it. The dense branches and leaves were like a huge green umbrella. In summer, the old people always liked to sit under the tree, waving their palm-leaf fans and talking about the family in the village. There was a clear stream by the village. The stream flowed happily, making a crisp sound as if it was playing a beautiful piece of music. When I was young, my friends and I used to play by the stream. We would catch small fish and prawns in the water. Those small fish were extremely agile, and it was not easy to catch them. Sometimes, we would look for beautiful pebbles in the bushes by the stream. The colorful pebbles shone charmingly in the sun. The fields of our hometown are also our paradise. In spring, the fields were full of golden cole flowers, like a golden ocean. A gentle breeze blew past, and the rape flowers swayed gently, emitting waves of fragrance. We ran in the fields, flying kites, and laughter echoed in the fields. In autumn, the rice was ripe, and the heavy ears of rice bent down. The adults were busy harvesting in the fields, and we children would also help. Although we couldn't do any heavy work, the joy of the harvest infected us. The night in his hometown was exceptionally quiet. The stars in the sky twinkled like countless pairs of eyes staring at the earth. Occasionally, there would be a few dog barks, adding to the tranquility of the village. I like to lie on the bamboo bed in the courtyard, look up at the starry sky, listen to my grandmother tell the ancient legends, and then slowly fall asleep in this quiet atmosphere. Now, I have left my hometown and lived in a distant city. However, every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and tile of my hometown is deeply imprinted in my mind. That attachment to my hometown will never disappear. <a href="/?from=ask_words" style="color:red" target="_blank">Read more exciting novels for free</a>
Gansu was a magical land. It had an ancient culture and magnificent mountains and rivers. The desert was accompanied by clear springs, and the Yellow River flowed with a thousand-year-old civilization. It was intoxicating.
Ye Shengtao was a well-known modern China, an education expert and editor. His works had a strong realism and democratic color, and he was known as "one of the founders of modern Chinese novels". One of Ye Shengtao's most famous works was 'Hometown', which described his unforgettable childhood and growing up experiences in his hometown. The novel used the protagonist Ah Q's childhood as the background. Through describing his life experience in the countryside, it revealed the various ills of Chinese society at that time, such as poverty, ignorance, feudal ethics and class opposition. The novel expressed Ye Shengtao's democratic thoughts through Ah Q's self-evaluation and self-reflection. He believed that personal self-awareness and self-transformation were the foundation of social progress, and criticizing reality and promoting social change were exactly that. Hometown was one of Ye Shengtao's representative works, and it became one of the classics of modern Chinese literature with its profound social insight and unique literary style.
My Hometown My hometown is a beautiful place. In spring, the earth woke up from its slumber and was filled with vitality. In the fields, the tender green wheat seedlings were like a green ocean. The breeze blew, creating layers of waves. The wildflowers by the roadside were colorful. Red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow. They clustered together and emitted a fragrance. The weeping willows by the river also sprouted new buds. The soft willow branches danced in the wind, as if the messengers of spring were dancing. In summer, the sun was blazing. The river behind the village became everyone's paradise. The water was crystal clear and the fish swam happily in the water. The children were playing in the river. Some were swimming, some were having water fights, and their laughter echoed across the river. The trees on the riverbank were luxuriant, like large green umbrellas, sheltering the people from the scorching sun. Autumn was the season of harvest. In the orchard, red apples hung on the branches like small lanterns, yellow pears were squeezed and touched, competing for people to pick, and clusters of purple grapes were like agate, shining in the sun. In the fields, the golden ears of rice were heavy. The farmers were busy harvesting, their faces filled with the joy of harvest. In the winter, snowflakes were falling, and the entire hometown became a world of silver. The children made snowmen and had snowball fights in the snow. The happy scene seemed to be able to dispel the cold of winter. The mountains in the distance were also draped in white cloaks, quietly guarding this land. I love my hometown. Every season has its unique beauty, and every scenery makes me intoxicated.
[Sunbathing My Hometown] My hometown is a place full of charm. Its beauty runs through the four seasons, imprinted on every inch of land, flowing in every river, and treasured in the hearts of every hometown person. In spring, his hometown was like a colorful painting that slowly unfolded. Peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and pear blossoms bloomed. The flowers seemed to be in a grand beauty contest. The peach blossoms were tender and delicate, like the shy face of a young girl; the apricot blossoms were as white as snow, like the snowflakes scattered by the elves of spring; the pear blossoms were slightly elegant, swaying gently in the breeze, like fairies in white dancing. In the fields, the wheat seedlings began to turn green. They were like a green ocean. When the breeze blew, the wheat waves rolled and rustled. It was the whisper of spring. The weeping willows by the river also sprouted new buds. The slender willow branches were like green silk threads, hanging on the water surface and playing with the fish in the river. The swallows returned from the south. They built their nests under the eaves and chirped, as if they were telling stories about their journey, adding vitality to their hometown. In summer, the sun was hot and strong, but it also gave the scenery of his hometown a different flavor. The trees on the mountain were lush like huge green umbrellas, sheltering the people from the scorching heat. In the dense forest, cicadas chirped one after another, like a never-ending concert. The river at the foot of the mountain had become a playground for the children. The river was crystal clear and the fish swam freely in the water. The children were playing in the river. Some were swimming, some were having water fights. Laughter and the sound of water splashing intertwined, echoing throughout the entire valley. The lotus flowers by the river were also in full bloom. The lotus leaves were like large green discs. Some of the lotus flowers were budding like shy little girls, while some were already in full bloom, revealing the tender yellow stamen, like slim and elegant girls. Autumn was the harvest season in his hometown. The joy of harvest was everywhere. In the orchard, red apples were hanging on the branches like small lanterns, golden pears were squeezed and bumped, competing for people to pick them, and clusters of purple grapes were like agate, shining in the sun. In the fields, the golden ears of rice were heavy and bent. The busy figures of the farmers shuttled through them, their faces filled with happy smiles. As the autumn wind blew, the leaves fell one after another. The golden ginkgo leaves were like small fans that fanned away the heat of summer, and the fiery red maple leaves were like stamps that brought the coolness of autumn. In winter, when the snowflakes fell, his hometown became a world covered in silver. The mountain wore a white cloak, and the river seemed to have been enchanted, forming a thick layer of ice. Children played in the snow, building snowmen and having snowball fights. Laughter broke the tranquility of winter. The snowmen of all shapes and sizes were like snow elves, guarding every corner of their hometown. The wintersweet was also in full bloom this season. The yellow flowers looked particularly beautiful against the white snow. It was not afraid of the cold and emitted a faint fragrance alone, allowing people to feel the tenacity of life in the cold winter. The beauty of his hometown lay not only in its natural scenery, but also in its cultural atmosphere. Ancient buildings were scattered throughout the town, and the alleys paved with bluestone slabs were winding, as if telling the story of time. Every stone slab had been polished smooth and round by the years. They had witnessed the changes and development of their hometown. The people in the small town were kind and simple, and the neighbors helped each other. The strong sense of nostalgia was like a cup of aged wine, the more you tasted it, the more fragrant it became. This is my hometown, a place full of life and vitality, full of hope and harvest, full of warmth and friendship. I love my hometown. It is the harbor in my heart forever.
The following is an example of an essay about Jiangsu: "Jiangsu in My Eyes" Jiangsu was like a bright pearl embedded in the eastern coast of China. This land was full of unique charm. Whether it was its natural landscape, cultural heritage, or the flourishing modern atmosphere, it was fascinating. In terms of natural landscape, Jiangsu had an intoxicating scenery. Take Nanjing's Zhongshan Botanic Garden as an example. It was backed by the majestic Zhongshan Mountain. The mountains were undulating and the trees were lush, like a green ocean. The water of the lake in front of him was sparkling. When the breeze blew, it created layers of ripples. The ancient and magnificent city wall of the Ming Dynasty quietly tells the story of time, facing the famous Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. Walking into the Zhongshan Botanic Garden, the rich fragrance of flowers assailed his nostrils. The garden had a mild climate and lush vegetation. The mountains, rivers, cities, and forests were perfectly integrated together, just like a natural painting. There was the North Garden, which was the research center of the Central and North Subtropical Plants. There were 10 specialized gardens, various plant research centers, and a huge plant specimen museum. There were also 11 special areas in the South Garden, such as exhibition greenhouses and grass gardens. Each area was like a small world of plants, full of endless mysteries. The cultural heritage of Jiangsu was also very deep. From the education situation in Jiangsu, one could get a glimpse of it. The essay questions in the college entrance examination were often rich in profound meaning and enlightenment. Looking back at the past college entrance examination essay questions, such as the "good story" in 2023, it reflected the power of stories in many aspects such as expression, communication, enlightenment of wisdom and national image; In 2022, the Go terms of "original hand, wonderful hand, vulgar hand" revealed the relationship between people's foundation and creation; In 2021,"the effect of sports" conveyed the contradictory thought of strong and weak transformation; In 2020,"the same voice corresponds to each other, and the same spirit seeks each other" reflected the phenomenon of people in the information circle and shaping. These questions were not only to test the students 'writing ability, but also to reflect the importance and inheritance of Jiangsu's culture and philosophy. Looking at the cities in Jiangsu, each city had its own unique charm. Nanjing, as a famous historical and cultural city, carried a heavy historical memory. The ancient buildings complemented the modern urban style. Suzhou's poetic gardens were like a fairyland on earth. The pavilions, rockery, ponds, flowers, and trees were cleverly arranged, showing the beauty and exquisiteness of Jiangnan water towns everywhere. Cities such as Wuxi and Changzhou also emitted their own unique charm. While inheriting the tradition, they were constantly advancing towards the modern era. In terms of modern development, Jiangsu was also at the forefront. From educational resources to scientific and technological innovation, from cultural inheritance to modern industrial development, all of them showed vigorous vitality and vitality. Whether it was the high-rise buildings in the city or the prosperous commercial districts, they all reflected Jiangsu's spirit of advancing with the times and being proactive. Jiangsu was an ancient and young land. Its beauty was reflected in the natural harmony between mountains and rivers, the inheritance and innovation of historical culture, and the vigorous vitality of modern development. It was like a book that could never be finished. Every page was filled with stories, and every corner exuded a unique charm.
My Hometown My hometown is a beautiful place. There were continuous green mountains and lush trees on the mountain. In spring, wildflowers bloomed everywhere, and they were colorful. There was a clear river at the foot of the mountain, and fish could be seen swimming happily in the water. There was a stone bridge on the river, ancient and sturdy. In the village, the houses were surrounded by green trees. Every yard was filled with fruits and vegetables. When the fruits ripened, they were filled with the joy of harvest. The small square in the center of the village was a good place for everyone to relax. At night, adults danced and chatted, while children played and played. The sky in my hometown is blue and the clouds are as white as snow. No matter when, this place is filled with tranquility and warmth. I love my hometown.