my hometown

My hometown is in Guangxi, where there is no waterfall in the stream; there are no splendid skyscrapers; there are no paving pavilions. But it has something that the city does not have.

In the spring, the willow branches have taken out new green shoots, and they are happy and happy in the spring breeze. It seems like a group of children are coming and going. It’s so happy. The spring breeze blows off another piece of peach blossom petals, and the beautiful petals float in the blue sky, as if to say to people: "Spring is here." The little swallows came from the south, and they screamed, and the scissors-like tail was awkward. It seemed to sing the beauty of this spring! The spring breeze came, the breeze blew, the grass was beckoning to me, the flowers nodded to me, the wildflowers on the side of the road were open to the public, purple, yellow, pink, red... all vying. When I walked into the park and saw the goldfish swimming around in the pond, you chased me, and each one was very pleasing. what! Spring is wonderful!

Summer, August, how hot the sky is, the fiery red sun hangs in the sky, like a big fireball, barbecue people, then, knowing how to be good, the bird stopped the singing song, the little frog is smashing The name seems to be saying: "It's too hot, too hot." The summer evening is the best in the summer. Sitting under the tree and enjoying the cold, a gust of wind blew, and the grass nodded in the summer night.

In the autumn, a fairy with a golden dress, her light sleeves smashed the sun's heat, bright and refreshing to the earth; she used a large coat to keep out the cold, but she took a heavy fruit to dedicate to the world. People love autumn, love her high spirits; love her cloud light day; love her fragrance floating in the wild. Autumn makes the peasant's smile extraordinarily brilliant.

In winter, the grass withered, the tree is not as lively as usual, only plum blossoms open alone. When the winter girl was angry, a cold wind blew, and even people wearing a cotton jacket felt extraordinarily cold; when the winter girl was happy, the sun father hangs on the blue sky, and according to people, I feel extra warm.

Home, contains too much love; township, there are too many flavors. The hometown is an old wine, a pot of fragrant tea. The hometown is simple and full; if it exists as a dream, it is so real and at your fingertips.

Fifth grade: Huang Rongmin