Over the years, the vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically. Looking back on the past, pictures emerge in my mind, as if yesterday's laughter and laughter are still echoing in my ears. However, time has passed, and those good memories have faded away. At this moment, I stand on the land of my hometown, chasing those memories buried deep in the long river of time, and sighing at the changes of my hometown.
"The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming." Every time I return to my hometown, I am always moved by the familiar scenery. The scenery of my hometown is like an old friend who has been reunited for a long time, which makes people feel warm. However, when I look back at the past, I find that my hometown is no longer what it used to be.
The hometown in memory is a quiet and peaceful small village. In the village, the small bridge flows water, and the smoke curls from the people's cooking. Children run happily in the fields, while the old people chat leisurely in the shade of the trees. However, with the change of the times, the hometown has also undergone earth-shaking changes. High-rise buildings have risen from the ground, and wide roads have replaced narrow alleys. The children who play have grown up and are engaged in all walks of life. And those old people are gradually leaving, leaving the laughter and laughter in the long river of years.
Walking in the streets and alleys of my hometown, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion. Those memories of the past have now become blurred. In its place, a new picture is one after another. I can't help but think of the poem: "In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people." "Yes, time flies, and time is merciless. Who can resist the vicissitudes of history?
Although the appearance of my hometown has changed dramatically, I can still feel the deep sense of the countryside. The people here are simple and kind, and hospitable. With their own hands, they are writing a new chapter in their hometown. And those wanderers who are far away from home always pay attention to the changes in their hometown. With their own sweat, they have contributed to the development of their hometown. As the poem says: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." ”
Tracing the memories of my hometown, I feel emotional. The changes in my hometown are a microcosm of the development of the times. And those memories buried deep in the long river of time will become eternal. At this moment, I stand on the land of my hometown and sigh at the passage of time. Although the past is like smoke, I believe that the future of my hometown will be even better.
Let us work together for the development of our hometown and make those beautiful memories eternal. As the poem says: "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for a thousand miles." "We will always pursue the memories and changes of our hometown and contribute to this land.