Homesickness

I sat quietly on the lawn and saw the rows of trees swaying on the edge of the football field. They were illuminated by the soft sun, and the sun printed his shadow into a patch of mottled It is like ink painting. At this time, I was gently discussing with the girl of the wind and asked if she could bring my love for my hometown to the sky above my hometown.

Such beauty

A rain came, letting the hometown become overwhelmed and entered a new year; a rain came, and everything was revived; a rain came, I had to miss the night of the city. Although my hometown is not big, it is not prosperous, but every visitor who comes here has a deep impression on it.

Xingyi, perhaps many people have not heard of it, but as long as the spring of Wanfenglin and Guizhou alcohol winery is mentioned, no one knows. In the spring, the welcoming of the spring flowers on both sides of the road, like a girl with a smile, welcomes everyone. The willows sprouted, and some even grew branches. The wind seemed to be combing hair. All kinds of flowers, vying with each other, people are dizzying, picking a few flowers, and unconsciously have been intoxicated. The birds are fragrant and the air is fresh. The spring like this is full of poetry. The poet loves spring and praises spring. It is precisely because of the spring scenery that spring has brewed many poems of nature. How can such a beauty make people dislike and not fall in love? In the early summer, the season with good memories is actually my preference for summer. In July, the blue sky, the sun like a fireball, the heat is like a whip, and the pedestrians are all under the shade of the trees. The screams of crickets and crickets are mixed together, and the springs go with the flowers. In summer, the green leaves are also leaping out of the warm wind. The sunshine in the early summer of the hometown is faintly warm. In the summer, it is best to play chess in the lotus pond under the moonlight. "A quiet summer, the stars in the sky." In my hometown, I often looked up at the stars, I lifted my hands, as if the stars were at my fingertips, I like this feeling. When I was a child, I had the most memories in the summer, and I caught up in the night. When I was at the river, I watched the children screaming and jumping. These memories are the most beautiful. Autumn is so cool. It can be said that autumn is a season in my hometown. When I sleep, the autumn wind blows from time to time. The screens are very dirty, but the wind is still so pure, and the pillows are cold. In the evening, many older people and children come out for a walk and dance. In the autumn, the trees were taken out of the green, and the leaves fell, like a butterfly flying in the sky, paved into a golden path. The leaves of the maple tree are red, like a fire burning in the autumn wind, some bright flowers have fallen, but the chrysanthemums are facing the morning glow and arguing open. The yellow is elegant, the white is high, the purple is deep, the red is warm... colorful and colorful. Although seemingly lonely, desolate but foretelling the harvest, it generously dedicated its fruit to people without reservation. The red apples are crystal clear and bright, and the red agate-like mountains are dazzling and dazzling. The ear of rice is golden. The peasant uncles are full of fruit of harvest, and their faces are filled with happy smiles. How much I miss, in the autumn, with my friends in the field, stealing the crops that have been cooked. That scene made my original homesick feelings deeper. It doesn't have to be silver-packed to be the most beautiful. In my hometown Xingyi, there is very little snow, and sometimes I may envy those who are covered by snow. But I still think that it is not necessarily the most beautiful in silver. Although there is no fascinating bird and flower fragrance in spring, there is no spectacular lightning thunder in summer, and there is no tempting fruit in autumn, but it can exude the beauty of subtle beauty. For the winter in my hometown, I don't have a gorgeous language to describe it. I only think that it is like a boy with a bad character, sometimes gentle and timid, sometimes doing some pranks. When he was happy, the sun was shining, and when he was not happy, the clouds covered the sun. It is hard to understand. This is the season of my hometown. I have left many happy memories in this season. During my 14 years of growth, I also clearly saw that it is also growing. I experienced and grew up with it.

The third day: youth will eventually leave