My hometown is smiling

A beautiful place in my hometown, a warm place.

Every day, when the first 缕 阳 抚 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 照 I woke up slowly, staring at my sleep, watching all the familiar scenes laughing... The mountains are full of wonders and green. This is my lovely hometown.

Spring is coming again. In the morning, the white fog will surround the hometown, hehe. The familiar old street, the familiar old house, the familiar old tree, became a profound scene in my memory. However, the hometown is like a girl who is still half-faced, shy and sorrowful, soft and beautiful. When the fog is exhausted, if you stand on the top of the mountain, the bursts of pear blossoms will come out like a breeze, and you will feel content.

In the midsummer, the leisurely people gather under the old trees in the street. The gentle sunshine is like a warm current flowing into the body. If you carefully relive the soft sunshine, you may feel the sweetness pouring into your heart. It is a strange feeling, a warm attachment, a simple happiness. A sweetness that is unique to your hometown.

When the mountains of the hometown are covered with golden Tsing Yi, the horn of the harvest has quietly blew, and people’s faces have a simple and satisfying smile. The autumn leaves in the mountains are reddened by the years, and the pieces are covered with the ground. The dried branches are not so slouchy, but they are as self-reliant as they are. It’s not enough to describe its beauty, it’s good because it belongs to my lovely hometown.

The winter in my hometown is not cold, and the wind blowing is not biting. A few thin clothes are enough to resist the cold of my hometown. At dawn, the mountains seem to be covered with snow, and they are faintly swayed. The trees are already asleep, maybe for the coming year. Looking at their lovely sleeping faces, I can't help but be proud, because there is a warm winter in my hometown and a lively life.

The month is the name of the hometown. No matter where you are, when you look up at the sky at night, you must remember the beauty of your hometown and the taste of your hometown. My hometown is always watching you smile.

The seventh day of the seventeenth: Fu Jia