高中英語作文：家鄉(xiāng)

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I paved the soft mud road to the feet, I can't help but tears ... I have returned to my hometown in eight years ago. Mom and Dad often say that I am a child coming out of the mountain. My hometown is hugged by the mountains, the little mountain village, is like a bright pearl inlaid in the green earth. Although she is not rich and even some poverty and backward, she is beautiful. I like the water of my hometown, the most beautiful and beautiful in Jiangnan is also water. The old house is always in the side of the ditch, and the water in the ditch is clear and transparent. In the hot summer, people feel a cool, this water is always so flowing. There is no moment to stop, don't look at them very weak, Number of pebbles in the lower water, no one is not broken by this clear water, each piece is grinded and bright, showing charm. Just picking a piece can be used as a natural souvenir. Grandma told me that the water in this ditch is from the top of the mountain. They are the combination of rain and dew, which is the baby who gave people people in the village. These water returned a generation of mountains. How many years ago, I think they are also raised me, for the water of my hometown, I don't just like it, and I love and gratitude. Hometown is like an ancient city, retaining the characteristics of China's Jiangnan. I especially remember that I love it under the door. It is a big arched door. It is better to say that it is a hole, it is a hole in the village center. For me, I am very terrible, so wide, so wide Shout, even the echo did not. There are two floors in the square, all of which are wooden, only a few buckets of thick support pillars are made, black-red paint brush, touch slipper, now remember one clear. There is a traditional festival called Fengjie. Every Friday, every Friday, the most expected is Friday, every day, the calendar is anxious, etc., one to Friday, even if it is not rain, I will pull my grandmother's grandmother, I will hurry to the square of the village center. The scene is average spectacular, and many people are squeezed on the hull square. The second floor is a businessman, busy with stalls, raise a family. Make money. On the first floor, there is one of the plays often show, more is the older and some children like me, although I don't know how to appreciate, but I still look at Zupizu. Unfortunately, when I stepped into the square again, I haven't seen the lively in the past, and the play team is not there. The small business dealers are not there, but fortunately, the stage is still, the ancient town is still The warmth of home brings me. Strokes the stairs contaminated with dust, looked at the boss bricks that set up the stage, watching a deep impression on the bricks, and distressed. Suddenly thinking, I really didn't come back to see it. I looked up, looking at the hometown like a blue sky, looking at the hometown like silky clouds, thinking about the water of the hometown, the building of the hometown, the people in the hometown, the heart is more embarrassing, the shadow is covered with me The heart, keeping me. Today, I still step on this way of connecting my hometown, maybe I will step on the city next second.Car, perhaps the next time, will be longer, look at the hometown of far away, I can't bear to go again ...