高中英語作文：故鄉魂
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The hometown in memory, there is no hunting of Jiangnan wind, and there is no bustling in the sea, some, just a silent, speechless. Hometown, it is the beginning of the world, and will always be repeated in more and more memories, there is no reason. At some time, I'm still quiet, quiet, no words. In the old house, the silence of a branch of the dried cigarette. Sunlight, faint sweep, in the air, there is takanophos. This is the peace in the memories, such serenity is the "swing" who did not read in the childhood.
The hometown of the hometown is kind. All the year round, green, not faded in the past year, the jade is average, but it is warm, and there is no cold in the counter. The tree is always taller, the mottled trunk is engraved with the traces of the years. I don't know if they have experienced a few soil dust, they have spent the Changqing River in the years, leaving the greenery. The water in the hometown is spiritual, summer time, winter is dry. That is a flexible water, gentle, but it is mood.
Perhaps, she does not have the broad lake, there is no beautiful West Lake, but why don't you? Dongting Lake is big, daily Wulong small paste, tourists are woven, but there is no her ancient and quiet, the euphemism is pleasing; the West Lake is beautiful, the sake of Xi Shi, the Lin Daiyu unit is a lot of color, but there is no flexible Everything is all free to refuse. Ah! A beautiful dead water! I still remember the rain of my hometown, the beauty of the silk, but I broke a dark cloud, but I was a burst of down, and I didn't pity the rain. On a hypertrophy, a paradise is live in every drop of water. It is a happiness that several people who have passed through the year round, and finally fall from the sky, falling in the world.
I still remember that there is a solar rain in memory. The raindrops in that day, with the taste of the sun, hanging from the air, rarely sparse sunlight, holding the raindrop, naughty pointing in the rain in the rain. The beauty of poetry, amazing my childhood. I still remember, the river, the two people hugged the big tree, when the child captured fireflies with night lights during the tree. The big tree, the root is formed, a scoop moonlight, put the dense leaves. I still remember, often, salvage on the river bank. Fish crushed the moonlight in the water, the stars were also traveling. Drop the stars and broken your hands. I still remember many, many ... that day, I returned there again, but I found out that the past the big tree, lost. Only a circle of annual wheels is rotated in a circle, and it seems that there is a light shadow. It turned out that the hometown was born, and the stars were stabilized by the rare annual round. If people experience, it is not only a speech.
Many of the hometown, just like the wind blown on the lotus leaf, quietly falling into the lake, there is no trace. But they have ever existed, and the lake water will remember that there is a lotus on the lotus leaf, ablation inside. Those small things that are flat, it is better than May, full of branches, unconsciously, bloom fresh and sweet atmosphere. Due to the end of the year, we are not regrett, because we all have hometown, have lived in the hometown of happiness, all in the years of branches, pure and trivial matters are not all aps, waiting, wait for us to pick up, wait for us to chew, wait for us to use I have already had, I lost no longer regret.
