I love my hometown 我爱我的家乡 英语作文
There is something special about my hometown, and I bet there is something special about yours too. It’s the place you grew up. It’s the place you left
behind when you went off to college. It’s the place you were always itching to go back during the holiday .It’s your memories. It’s a part of you.
As college student, hometowns were more than just a resting place for when our “college lives” got to be too exhausting. Though sometimes hometowns mean heartache, pain, and memories that we’d rather forget, they represent a piece of which we are whether we like it or not. You can always run from where you’re from, but that doesn’t change where you’re from.
I grew up in a relatively small village—Xiapu. Whenever asked to describe it, I like to compare it to Xiamen. You say hello to your neighbors (whom you’ve known for years) with a friendly grin as you walk your dog down the street. You attend the Minority activity with genuine enthusiasm, and you can’t go to the grocery store without running into someone you know. To many, this could seem pretty great or it could seem absolutely terrible. I’ve leaned on both sides of that spectrum throughout my life.
I have a very strong attachment to my hometown. It’s where I was born and grew up for my entire life (minus a few years of dorm life). It’s where I met my best friends, it’s where I fell in love, got my heart broken and then fell in love again, and it’s where I learned some of the hardest life lessons at the worst times. My hometown seeps deep into my soul, but I’ve never resented it. I love my hometown. I always will.