Returning to my hometown twenty years later

"The mountains of my hometown, the clouds of my hometown..." A hometown that evokes a good memory of my hometown. On the weekend, I returned to my long-lost hometown. The change in my hometown was shocked.

As soon as I set foot on the land of my hometown for more than 20 years, a feeling that was difficult to express in words suddenly came to my heart. This dust-free land, lush trees, and fresh air have eliminated my fatigue from long-distance travel and are full of vitality. Looking around, except for a small open space in the south, the rest of the place is full of small trees. Under the tree) "The mountain of the hometown, the cloud of the hometown..." A hometown, which evokes a good memory of my hometown. On the weekend, I returned to my long-lost hometown. The change in my hometown was shocked.

Looking around, except for a small open space in the south, the rest of the place is full of small trees. Under the tree, there are five wildflowers in bloom, with yellow wild mushrooms. A small river quietly travels through the trees with ancient feelings. Groups of small fish are playing in the river or looking for food.

There are five colors of wildflowers in the face and pieces, with yellow wild mushrooms. A small river quietly travels through the trees with ancient feelings. Groups of small fish are playing in the river or looking for food.

As soon as I set foot on the land of my hometown for more than 20 years, a feeling that was difficult to express in words suddenly came to my heart. This dust-free land, lush trees, and fresh air have eliminated my fatigue from long-distance travel and are full of vitality. Looking around, except for a small open space in the south, the rest of the place is full of small trees. Under the tree, there are five wildflowers in bloom, with yellow wild mushrooms. A small river quietly travels through the trees with ancient feelings. Groups of small fish are playing in the river or looking for food.

I came to the Farmers Park and I was greeted by a large fountain. The water sprayed from the fountain is two or three meters high, and several spray points are surrounded to form a large water hole. There is a rockery in the center of the fountain. There is a pavilion on the mountain. A “passer” is walking along the path. It seems to be attracted by this scene. I want to sit on the pavilion and watch it. Around the fountain is a row of weeping willows, the long soft willow branches fluttering in the wind, the graceful dance is so beautiful, so natural. Seeing these scenes, I can't help but think of the scenes I used to play with my friends. It's so interesting!

I came to my alma mater at dusk. Walking into the campus, I saw the dusty playground of the campus turned into a place of entertainment for the students. Two rows of green trees are yin, like two strong teams obeying orders. In the southeast corner of the school there is an ancient banyan tree that was passed down from the previous school. There are many grasses and laughter alongside the banyan trees, and it does not feel lonely. Some of the classmates skipped ropes there, some played games there, some chat there, and when the students are tired, they can rest and sleep on the grass. Let the classmates' ten minutes of class be colorful. When I walked to the small garden, I couldn't help but think of it. When I was in China, I often played with my classmates on the playground.

"The mountain of my hometown, the people of my hometown..." I seem to hear the beautiful song again, but it doesn't sound so strange, because I still stand on the land of my hometown and appreciate the beauty of my hometown. I love it. my hometown!

Grade 5: Happy Han Han