When I was young, I had to live with my grandparents for various reasons. Although my living conditions are not very good, I am very happy and full.
In summer, the weather is hot. After learning about singing in the trees, I like to go out for a walk with my grandmother, on the path at the door. This path is full of trees and vitality. The soil is comfortable to step on, and when the wind blows, the dust flies. Grandma and I both stared at the popsicle stick. When she got home, she rubbed them back and forth until there were no dirty things, and then made small things with her calloused hands. Although grandma often does farm work, she is still so dexterous. After a while, exquisite articles were displayed in front of the table. I picked a fan with feng shui paintings in the south of the Yangtze River and ran to the door of every household, shouting, "Look! The fan made by my grandmother! " Friends in front of and behind the village flashed out of the house one by one, all with envious eyes. Some ran home and asked their grandparents to make fans for them. But everyone in our village knows that my grandmother is the best painter in the village. Thought of here, my mouth slowly raised, showing a proud expression.
It rains in midsummer, but I am happy every time it rains. After the rain cleared and the air was fresh, I put on my rain boots and stepped on the puddle in the doorway. The friend who lives next door found a reason to come out to play. "Bang, bang" is the sound of our door stepping on the puddle, and we are having fun one by one. This wonderful music won't stop until grandparents call. Sometimes some water splashes on our rain boots, and we don't feel it, but it makes our feet feel cool.
Now, the path in front of the door has been renovated, not as vibrant as before, but every time I go to that road, I will think of my previous happiness.
Composition 2 of hometown path is located in bamboo forest. Looking around, a piece of green is very pleasing to the eye. Ah, the path in my hometown is really beautiful.
early morning
Stepping into the path, the surrounding scenery is shrouded in morning fog, hazy and dreamlike, leaving only the mist with smoke and dust, leaving only the wet and unique rain, which always makes me wonder if there is a fairy manipulating the fog. In the fog, everything seems vague, adding a layer of mystery to things. The smell of bamboo forest makes me take a deep breath, and then take a deep breath, greedily smelling the pure fragrance of nature. Fog is like a whole, a loose body, which is difficult to grasp. I grabbed it and opened my hand, only to see water drops. Ah, the early morning path is beautiful, so beautiful.
high noon
Swarms of insects appeared and rampaged on the road, just like people going to the market. Occasionally, one or two roosters get lost and break into the path, and they always chirp. It seems annoying to change from one bamboo to another. Under the singing of the stream, the lark's song clearly won. I don't know when, the concert on the bamboo path has started. There are not only bamboo forests along the way, but also a large lawn. The grass is bent, and behind it is an ocean of flowers! Colorful, beautiful. Ah, the path at noon is so beautiful, so beautiful.
sunset
The warm sunshine climbs from the west window to the east window, and winter is meaningful. At this time, the most pleasant thing is that you just need to pick a dog tail grass from the roadside, put it in your mouth and walk slowly on the path. No one will care about you. You can pick it as you like. Against the blue sky, the other side of the sky surfaced in the stream, and the sky and the ground were not clear at one time. Walking on the small road in my hometown, the old cow who came back from the curtain is our companion, and there are blank clouds floating in the blue sky, so happy! Ah, the path in the sunset is so beautiful and golden.
Ah, the path in my hometown is so beautiful and touching. It is so clean and honest. I love the path in my hometown!
Hometown Path Composition 3 Hometown Path
The hometown is beautiful, the path is winding, and the path in the hometown is full of a child's love for his hometown. -inscription
Although I live in the city, I will never forget that I was a rural child.
The beauty of my hometown, the people in my hometown and the bits and pieces of my hometown are deeply imprinted in my mind.
Only that hometown road, I remember it best.
Grade one or two in primary school, studying in my hometown. Every day, I will go to school on that hometown path.
With the bright sunshine, fresh air and beautiful scenery on both sides of the path, I skipped to school.
On rainy days, many raindrops fall from the sky. On the path, on flowers and trees, on my umbrella. The rain kept falling and the path became more and more muddy. My shoes are covered with mud, but I won't complain about the raindrops, let alone the roads in my hometown. Looking up, let the drizzle fall on my face and taste the rain. It's sweet to my heart.
In the snowy season, I still walk on the path in my hometown. Snow covered the path and the wheat fields on both sides were covered with thick white quilts. I believe that this year's wheat is another bumper harvest! The path was quiet, except for the sound of "creaking, creaking" when one stepped on the snow. Is the path hibernating, too
On this hometown road, there are countless footprints and wheel tracks, but the road is still silently dedicated. On the road of this hometown, there are traces of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the joy of farmers and the success of countless students.
Now, I don't go to school in my hometown, and I can't often step on the path. The path has also been paved by the villagers, which is more beautiful!
I love the path in my hometown, its beauty, its dedication and its …
The road in that hometown ...
My hometown has a colorful childhood road. It's a quiet path. In front of my house, even if birds come, they won't chirp. Even if an insect passes by, it won't buzz. ...
This hometown road is flat and wide, winding and secluded, very quiet. Whenever I feel bored and want to read, I will sit on the stump with a book and read quietly. Birds look at me from the branches and butterflies accompany me in the air. It is very interesting.
When I was reading, I stood on the stump and read aloud. Birds are chirping in the branches and butterflies are flying above my head. The wind blew and the flowers filled the whole path. As for me, carrying ancient poems on my back, I was running and jumping on this fragrant path, chasing flowers and Hu Die, listening to birds singing, and my heart was full of happiness. I wanted to read all the books at once.
I stand on the flower path, birds are singing and butterflies are flying. I study, do my homework, play and recite in this beautiful place. This flower path is full of laughter and reading!
Not only do I often study here, but I also bury my favorite toys under this path. Sometimes I dig out the path, hide it, squeeze the clay figurine in it, and then bury it in a shallow hole, just like the Terracotta Warriors in the Qin Dynasty. It's a pity that my handiwork is not so exquisite, like a devil!
However, I like playing with butterflies and birds best. Butterflies fly around, but they can't catch them. Birds are singing and laughing loudly in the branches, singing melodious music. Obviously, they want to sing with me!
The road of childhood is the road of happiness, and I love the road of my hometown.
My hometown is very beautiful, with lush trees, fragrant flowers and naughty animals. But what I like best is the changing country roads.
In the afternoon and dusk, when I am tired of doing my homework, I will lie by the window and quietly think about the changes along the way and the spring, summer, autumn and winter we have passed together.
When I first entered kindergarten, the path was not as clean and wide as it is now. It used to be a bumpy dirt road, but the bricklayers changed their faces with their own hands and became the asphalt road now. From then on, this path is no longer afraid of rain and snow, because it has a solid coat that protects people's feet from mud all year round.
This road is my only way to go to school. She accompanied me through countless seasons. I am growing up day by day, and this road is also changing from narrow to wide and flat. The once bare roadside is now shaded by trees. When I walk alone on the road, I won't be lonely, because I have a path to accompany me and a tree to listen to me. They are like my friends, sharing my troubles and happiness. Sometimes walking with friends, laughter will float far and far through the shade, just like we are happy and will never stop.
This path is an unknown ferryman, who takes people where he wants to go and always safely takes travelers to their destination, no matter how painful they are; This path is like my friend, listening to my footsteps when I am lonely and helpless; This path is more like a video camera, recording people's laughter.
I wanted to go straight, straight, until the end of the road, but it never came true. The path is like a long and narrow belt, from one village to another, heading for unknown places. Perhaps the road is like our future, long and far away, full of unknowns and infinite hopes.
The path in my hometown remembers my childhood and witnessed my growth. The path in my hometown is like a blank sheet of paper, and people are like crayons, writing their own lives heartily on this path.
My hometown is in Luofu Township, Nandan County. Before my father took me back to my hometown, I had 120 reluctance, because the road back to my hometown was too difficult.
This is a rugged dirt road. When the weather is fine, the road is dusty. When the wind blows, the sand gets into the eyes, nose, teeth and hair. Polished shoes and clothes will be covered with a thick layer of dust.
It's even worse if it rains and snows. Even if it rains in Mao Mao, the path is pitted and muddy, so you can't walk without rain boots.
However, the path of Luo Fu has changed this year. I remember the Spring Festival. It was raining, and my father, mother and brother went to Luofu to visit relatives and friends. On the way to Louvre, I "muttered" a word in my heart and met this unlucky weather. It's strange that you don't become a "clay figurine" when you get there! However, the car reached the junction of the road and the path, and dad continued to drive. I feel very puzzled: "Can cars still drive on difficult paths?" Strangely, I don't feel bumpy when I sit in the car. What's going on here? I looked out through the window, and the narrow and rugged dirt road has now become a wide and flat gravel road. According to my father, this is a "convenient" road built by the government. It can not only drive cars, but also drive big trucks, it is said! It is such a road that has always brought us to Louvre, and there is no feeling of being unable to walk.
As the saying goes; "To get rich, build roads first." At present, the state advocates speeding up infrastructure construction and fully implementing the "access" project, and the government provides funds to support traffic construction. I believe that in the near future, the road of Luofu will be wider and wider, and it will be better and better. Farmers' lives will also become richer and richer.
Hometown Path Composition 7 "Ah! It's still the same here "I sighed and walked slowly on the muddy road. At this time, a big bluestone appeared in front of me. I sat on it and recalled the scene of playing when I was a child. In the past summer vacation, there were not so many homework and extracurricular classes. After the holiday, I can go back to my grandmother's house to play. There are many friends who have played with me since I was a child. We played chess, chatted and bought snacks together, and the scene of hide-and-seek was the one I remember best.
This dirt road is sandwiched between two lakes, and there are many reeds beside it, which just happens to be our natural refuge. And every time I catch someone passing through the reeds where I hide, I get the willies.
"I started to catch it!" I only heard a classmate shout, so I quietly hid in the reeds. "Tickle, tickle" The sound of my foot stepping on the ground is getting closer and closer. My heart began to accelerate, and it was surprisingly quiet around me. I can hear my heartbeat clearly. At this moment, the footsteps stopped in the reeds where I was hiding and began to look for them. I was extremely nervous, my heart was in my throat, I held my breath and slowly fell to the ground. At this time, a hand reached in and swayed in front of me. Somehow, at that time, I felt particularly uncomfortable and wanted to stand up and stretch. My face is red, but my hands are always swinging. I thought to myself: how time has become so slow ... finally that classmate finally gave up, but at this critical moment, I didn't hold back. Hardly had he taken his hand back when I began to breathe heavily. When he heard something, he immediately pulled the reed away and I jumped out. We launched a fierce chase on the dirt road, and other students also grabbed it.
How time flies! A few years have passed, and the time I can come back is getting less and less. Those little friends also followed their parents to the distance. I really want to go back to my childhood. Thought of here, I meditated for a while, then got up and went home.
The path in my hometown Composition 8 There is a long, long path in my distant memory.
I remember that the path was very narrow, with green grass and wild flowers of various colors on both sides. Walking on the grass, soft and gentle, without a sound. Extend from village to village.
I still remember that path going through a forest and a graveyard, and I felt scared every time I walked through it.
I remember when I was a child, I caught a cold and had a fever in the middle of the night, and my father hurried through that path on a cold winter night. At that time, there were no soft grass and colorful flowers on the road. The road was covered with winter frost, and my father was walking on the path, making a creaking sound. In the silent midnight, it is particularly harsh.
My mother walked in front with a flashlight, and the small figure actually looked tall in front of my eyes. On a cold winter night, the wind is blowing, the trees are whistling and the trunks are rubbing against each other, but in me, my father's firm steps drown out all the scary voices.
I lay on my father's broad back, warm and without a trace of fear. Even before I walked past a new grave full of wreaths, I didn't feel afraid.
I remember when I went out alone, my mother's eyes would follow me to the end of the road. My heart is full of my mother's expectation, which warms my heart and inspires me to move on in the decadent days.
Walking slowly on that path, I know that every step has its own scenery, every step has its own story, and every step has its own touch.
I also know that there are wide cement roads everywhere now. That road only exists in my memory and will not change.
No matter where I am, the fragrance of the fresh and natural hometown soil remains in my heart.
During the summer vacation, I lived in my grandfather's house in the country. Along the way, there is no smooth and comfortable cement road, but repeated shaking gives people a rare pleasure in a noisy city.
Because of the uneven road, I have been extremely energetic, counting the leisurely cattle in the golden wheat field. Because it is morning, the rising sun rises, and a ray of beating sunshine shines on my face, which makes me feel warm!
Ten minutes later, the car drove past the wheat field and came to a lake. Although I don't know its name, I was attracted by the scenery in the lake. I shouted, "Dad, I feel dizzy. Drive slowly! " "I rolled down the window, and a fresh and cool wind blew in front of me." Natural wind is much more comfortable than air conditioning. "I can't help but admire, but my father doesn't agree:" What does the little guy know? "I only care about enjoying the beauty of the lake and ignore my father. I saw a dozen willow trees flying in the air by the lake. When I looked intently, the water was not very clear, but I could still see three or five groups of fish swimming and playing. I spilled a handful of bread crumbs in the water, and all the fish scrambled for food.
And where does the natural fragrance come from? I found it came from the green lotus leaf of that lake. You see, the lotus flowers in full bloom in the wind, some of which have not yet opened, have shrunk into buds; Some only opened a part, and the petals clustered into a ball, which became the shape of a middle drum with a tip on the top; Some are in full bloom, forming a plate, and several petals overlap and are graceful. I can't help but ask, cute crimson loves light red?
The car has crossed the lake. I'll turn around. The bright sunshine shines on the lake, which makes people feel unbearable and afraid that the moving scenery will be destroyed.
The opening of Lotus Lake is a touching scene on the country road.
Hometown path composition 10 There is a path in my backyard. Whenever I have nothing to do, I go to that path to pick plums. I came across the path when I was playing;
On Saturday, my brother came to my house to play, so I dragged him to the backyard to play. Playing, I want to catch fish by the river with a butterfly net. In fact, it's not how to catch fish, it's just playing with a net and messing around. It was at this time that I inadvertently looked across the street and found a path. There happened to be a small bridge on the bridge, so I took my brother and aunt across to explore the road. My brother and I are very excited: "I haven't explored for a long time, so excited!" " "My brother smiled." Yes, yes, I like this kind of path best! "My brother and I can't wait to start an adventure.
Along the way, there were many colorful flowers on the roadside, so we picked a handful and couldn't hold them. There are all kinds of fruits on the ground, but we can't eat them. We are very disappointed. But many insects that we have never seen immediately caught our interest. Scratching left and right, I didn't catch it, and I never caught it at last. We walked on, and I stepped on something hard. I picked it up and showed it to my aunt Aunt said, "This is a plum." Why are there plums here? Do you have plum trees? I looked up and said, "Wow! There is really a plum tree! " I jumped up and picked a plum and took a bite: "Poof! So sour! " "It should not be cooked yet." Aunt guessed. My brother covered his stomach and laughed wildly until he burst into tears. ...
One day's "adventure" made us gain a lot: many flowers, a bag of plums, and many strange things. We learned a lot from this expedition. I love my hometown path!
Hometown path composition 1 1 The path I used to walk every time I went home.
There was no path, so many people walked. The originally bumpy mountain road has become a thick dirt road. When I was a child, I used to play on this small road, climbing a few steps, walking a few steps, falling and crawling, standing up and walking, covered with mud and covered with dust. Dragonflies among thorns on the roadside, birds in the forest and crabs in the stream have all made me infatuated, disappointed, happy and hurt; The paper plane, bamboo dragonfly and writing stone I played on the road made me dream, find, be proud and be ashamed.
The days of childhood passed quickly, and the scenery on the roadside changed with each passing day, which made me very uncomfortable. The small trees on the roadside have already passed my head, and the crumbling earth house next to it has become a small house with red walls and green tiles. The once familiar path has become a spacious asphalt road, and the mulberry garden on the roadside has become a small factory.
Then I went to elementary school before I knew it. I walked on the path with my parents and schoolbag on my back, and the big truck beside me roared by from time to time. Motorcycles and bicycles on both sides are constantly flowing, and black smoke slowly floats behind the car. The rumble of trucks has already replaced the insects in summer, the air conditioner in the room has replaced the familiar electric fan, and the programs on TV have also replaced the activities in the square. After dinner, beautiful headlights also replaced small desk lamps. There was a silver-gray light in the window, and the adults had already walked to the roadside to tell the length of their homes, just sitting in front of the computer and staring blankly at the outside world. The canal next to the path has long been abandoned, and all kinds of domestic garbage are piled up like mountains. The singing of crickets and the beating of drizzle have not reached my ears, and I begin to miss that path. Began to miss my old hometown.
Now, the path has become a main road, cars are flying by, traffic lights are flashing, busy parks and busy supermarkets, and no one knows that it used to be a path. I opened the window and stared at the shining light.
Although this road has gone, it will go on forever in my heart!
Hometown path composition 12 whenever I walk on the winding and fragrant path in the community. I always think of the old road in my hometown.
I remember it was a sunny afternoon, and the wind gently blew on the willow leaves that had passed the flowers, as if blowing the catkins green. I walked slowly on that quiet path as before. Sunlight shines directly through the leaves on the golden wheat, which shines like gold. Birds are chirping, butterflies are dancing gently on a rape flower, and ants are looking for food in droves. It's just that this short country road is so fun.
My friends and I used to have many unforgettable happy times here, but now I don't know why, and I haven't seen them since I left. Maybe it's because they are busy, maybe they have gone to other cities, or maybe fate has separated us.
Although we were separated for many days, I still remember the games I played as a child, such as hide-and-seek at night, ghost hunting and dog fighting. ...
I still remember that from the outside to the village, people used to walk out of the path with their feet. Some are straight, some are curved, and some are drum. I remember when I was young, I walked back and forth on this path with my partner twice a day. In summer, we walk barefoot on the dirt road, just like soaking in hot water, which is very comfortable. At that time, I didn't know there was a straight and wide asphalt road outside, only that the path in our village was the most intimate.
The road in my hometown is constantly changing, and I am also growing. I love the path in my hometown and the beautiful world!
Hometown Path Composition 13 Since I can remember, I think I have traveled a lot and seen different scenery. Although I didn't actually walk much, I enjoyed very little scenery, just a frog in the well. Although the roads I have traveled and the scenery I have seen are few and far between, it is the roads in my hometown that have left a mark on my mind.
I miss the scenery of my hometown: the blue and clean sky; Red fertile land; Green and cool boulevard; The winding path beside the field has long been illuminated by the silver light stepped by people. In a certain season, Sophora japonica blooms, making the whole village fragrant and intoxicating.
Miss the affection of hometown: grandparents who are nearly eighty years old; Amiable parents; Friends who have lived with them for many years; Living in harmony is better than being a close neighbor of relatives. What haunts me most is the path in my hometown.
The path in my hometown is a narrow one, unlike the erosion of Qingshi Gu Xiang over the years, and even less like a rugged mountain road. The path in my hometown is not as noisy as the city, nor as quiet as the mountain road. But it also has its own unique place, a path running through the village. It is the biggest road here, which has been trampled for a long time and has become a silver "avenue" in the sun.
This path in my hometown bears witness to our friendship. How many times have I walked this road to school with my friends, and how many times have I played this road with my friends? How many times after dinner, I walked and talked with my family along this path, and I don't know how many people and cars went back and forth.
This road records my childhood (no longer exists). Now every time I think of this hometown road, I will feel a warm and happy feeling in my heart. I miss playing on that path when I was a child, but I can't go back, but this hometown path has been deeply imprinted in my mind.
Hometown Road Composition 14 Hometown Road twists and turns like a dragon, but its face has changed little by little.
In spring, it becomes a green world. The grass is green and the flowers are green. The cyan of the phoenix tree and the bluestone of the path complement each other. People walk on the road and their clothes are dyed green. Therefore, whenever I encounter troubles, I will come here for a walk, see everything here, listen to the whispers of birds, and suddenly have the courage to overcome troubles. Now, I know that this road has given me green hope and eternal confidence. ...
In summer, the flowers there compete with each other. Although it is not expensive, it is also small and exquisite. Many small flowers that can't be named have become the protagonists of the path at this time, emitting fragrance. Every time I walk on the path, my clothes smell sweet. ...
In autumn, leaves fall all over the ground, and they are yellow and withered. Crunch where there are many fallen leaves. Sometimes, I will pick up some fallen leaves as a souvenir. When I see the fallen leaves on the ground, I will think of the autumn path. ...
In winter, the path is flat and convex, with no grass and no flowers. In fact, there is nothing interesting, but it is different when it snows! We have snowball fights, make snowmen, throw snowballs and so on. People walk on it step by step, very happy!
Writing here, I suddenly feel that the path is beautiful. I couldn't help running back to it. Time, take your time! Let me learn more knowledge, think more questions and leave a few solid footprints here. Oh, the path! Follow you, and I'll take the right path!
This composition is about a small road in my hometown, without clear thinking and rigorous writing skills. However, this is what I like about it: immature language, simple experience and incomprehensible growth of children. A heart that is good at feeling beautiful is growing! Upload it. I haven't changed a word.
My hometown is a small village with beautiful scenery. The river is gurgling in front of my grandparents' house. At the end of a straight path is a green bamboo forest, where birds often sing, which adds a lot of joy to my childhood.
Before I went to primary school, I lived in my hometown for a period of time every year. I like to stand on the road in front of my house at dusk, because my grandfather always comes from the end of the road, watching his figure grow from far and near, waving to me from a distance with my favorite candy. I will run all the way to my grandfather's arms. Grandpa will pat the dust on the vamp for me and say, "Let's go and go home quickly. There is too much dust on the road, and it will soon become Xiaohua Mall."
In my memory, the road in front of my hometown is a dark brown dirt road with potholes. On a sunny day, there is a lot of dust. After a long walk, my shoes were covered with dust. It's slippery and difficult to walk when it rains, and there are puddles everywhere. People often slip on the road and get covered in mud. It's getting dark, and grandma won't let me go out. The dark road makes people unable to find the way forward.
With the deepening of new rural construction, the rural landscape has undergone earth-shaking changes. The flowers and plants in the courtyard are fragrant, and the cement road enters the village. The dirt road in front of the house disappeared and was replaced by a flat cement road. Now I shouldn't call it a "path" anymore, because the road has been widened into a two-way road. Street lamps were installed on both sides of the road. At night, under the streetlights, neighbors get together and chat happily. Even if it began to rain lightly, everyone walked slowly on the road, because there was no need to worry about slipping and being covered in mud.
The muddy hometown road will remain in my memory forever. Our living environment has improved, the quality of life has improved, and the new countryside has been repaired inside and outside, allowing farmers to live and work in beautiful homes.
The path in my hometown witnessed the changes in the countryside and the development of the motherland.