又回到故乡作文题材【一】
当我到达府河的时候，我被眼前的场景惊呆了：被我踩在脚底下的路面，不再是以前的泥巴路了，而是宽大约50米的柏油马路！大路两旁繁花似锦，绿树成荫。路旁挺立着一排排高大大的楼房，房屋之间都是又漂亮的鹅卵石铺成的路。我还时不时的看见用大理石做成的石桌石椅。爬上虎调皮的爬上了朝阳的楼房的墙面，绿油油的一大片！鸟儿们在树上快乐的歌唱，仿佛在欢迎着我的归来！走在这条既熟悉又陌生的道路上，我竟然不能找到我的家了！
我只好拿起我的可视电话，拨通了妈妈的号码。几经一番周折，我终于找到了我梦寐以求的家——在十字街的左边，“快乐”大厦就是姥姥现在的居住地。刚进大楼，我被一个钢化的玻璃围住了，它好像在问我话呢：“请问几楼？”我冒冒失失的.说了个“9楼”。话音刚落，我立刻见到了9号楼的门浮现在了我的眼前。哇，真神奇啊！比坐电梯的速度还快呢！我按了按门上的按钮，门开了。原来是姥姥！我在姥姥的带领下，进入了客房大厅。客厅布置的太美了！宽敞的大厅中央有一个流光溢彩的喷水池，几十条五光十色的金鱼在池子里自由自在的游泳。玻璃池上有一行字：祝全家天天好心情！客厅正前方的墙上，悬挂着好大的一台数字电视，就像小时候我们在电影院里见到的电影屏幕！。客厅后面坐落着豪华大方的一套沙发组合，坐上去舒服极了，像是能赶走一天的疲劳似的。更奇观的是，在沙发上有红绿黄三个按钮。姥姥告诉我，冬天就按红色的按钮，能把温暖的阳光带进屋子；按绿色的按钮，只能在夏天使用，那是用来是温度降低的。至于黄色的按钮嘛，千万别随便按，那是用来防盗用的。哈哈，我明白了。
晚上我和姥姥共进晚餐，机器人帮手为我和姥姥送上精美无伦的菜肴。哈，满满的一桌，真丰盛啊！姥姥说，吃绿色蔬菜对身体有好处，叫我多吃些。我告诉她老人家，在火星上也能吃上各种各样的绿色蔬菜。她满意的笑了。
时间过得真快了，我很快又要返回火星去工作了。好久不见的故乡，发生了翻天覆地变化。这巨大的变化给我留下难以忘怀的记忆。故乡啊故乡，祝您越来越美丽！再过二十年，我还来看您。
又回到故乡作文题材【二】
If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. There are only two creatures, says a proverb, Who can surmount the pyramids — the eagle and the snail.
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
又回到故乡作文题材【三】
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice, says a wise author.
We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear. The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear. Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
又回到故乡作文题材【四】
if i were a boy again, i would school myself into a habit of attention; i would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. i would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
the habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. i often hear grown up people say, “i could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although i wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
if i were to live my life over again, i would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. i wou
ld strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. it takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. it only needs early cultivation to become a power.
if i were a boy again, i would cultivate courage. “nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
we too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” the fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
if i were a boy again, i would look on the cheerful side. life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, i smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
inner sunshine warms
not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
if i were a boy again, i would school myself to say no more often. i might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
if i were a boy again, i would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. the smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, i would, if i were a boy again, i would still try harder to make others happy.
