Beautiful hometown

Friends, do you know my hometown? I think, you may not know, because it is only an ordinary small village, not the beauty of the world of Guilin, and the wonders of the two states of Suzhou and Hangzhou. However, it has nurtured the generations of hometown people in obscurity with its unique love.

I love my hometown, I love the green grass in my hometown. In the summer, we are lying on the soft grass and looking up at the blue sky. Oh! The blue sky, the green land, the red flower, our fascination... The unruly little song, the beautiful delusion, like the undulating white clouds.

I love my hometown. I love the small river in my hometown. Although there is nothing special about the river in my hometown, it has accompanied me through my happy childhood. In spring, the river is clear, sweet, flowing slowly, calm and seductive. The vegetation on the banks of the river emits sprouts and carries a variety of wildflowers. The fish in the water are swimming around, spitting blisters in joy, ripples in the water, sparkling in the rays of the sun. In the summer, as long as there are a few heavy rains, the river will soar, the temper of the river will become very violent, the raging waves will hit the rocks on the river bank, and the dark river will be covered with a lot of sand, just like a huge black dragon. In the autumn, the river gradually subsided, and the water was clear. There was a piece of white chrysanthemum on the river beach, which floated in the distance under the autumn wind. In winter, the river becomes smaller, and the green and shining is like a beautiful belt. Through the clear river water, you can see the sand at the bottom of the river. The stones washed by the river have various colors and patterns, so you have to pick a few to commemorate the bottom. It!

When the land of the Northland is frozen, the hometown is wrapped in silver, and the willows of the river are hanging down the willows. The ten-mile long embankment is like a huge ivory sculpture. It looks like a painting, like a poem, intoxicating. Many people praise it with a pen. Even a small one can't help but like it, and want to sing it.

Hometown, my beautiful hometown! You are the cradle of my growth, the paradise of happiness.