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A 600-word essay on the scenery of Tengzhou, my hometown.
My hometown is a good place with mountains and water.

Early in the morning, the sun crept up the treetops like a shy little girl, emitting soft red light, surrounded by red, and only heard the subtle sound of running water. Gradually, the red light slowly appears orange, and then golden yellow. At this time, the sun on the treetops ran to the hill in the blink of an eye, and the stream unveiled its mysterious veil, showing its beauty in an unobstructed view. The sun touched the stream gently, and the stream tirelessly displayed it. Occasionally touching a big stone, a current will go their separate ways. The stream is like a mirror. Through it, you can see rough and angular stones at the bottom of the water. Sometimes when you meet a bigger stream, turn the stone over and reveal a large piece of wet moss. Unfortunately, there was a little splash, and the crystal water droplets hit the stream, surrounded by layers of microwaves, and slowly spread away. Finally,

And that mountain, seen from a distance, is an undulating outline, shrouded in a hazy and illusory fog. When you come to the foot of the mountain, you can see a thick green. From time to time, a breeze blows, making the crown sway and make a rustling sound. Isn't this touching music from trees? Sometimes there are other bright colors in green, which are beautiful flowers, like a piece of green cloth dotted with various colors. Going up the mountain, stepping on the muddy mountain road, the roadside is full of green yellow weeds. "Ji Ji" suddenly passed a dense black spot in the sky, accompanied by noisy bird calls, and came to the ground. Oh, it's a flock of sparrows. Some of them landed gently on the branches. Spread your wings, spread your legs and shake your head contentedly. Some of them may not have had enough fun, but they are still flying in midair. The trees on the mountain are more beautiful. Some of them are as straight as guards, and some are as hunched as hunchbacked grandfathers.

Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of running water, and saw a thin, small stream pouring down like a waterfall, like an inverted loom, constantly weaving, glowing with golden light in the midday sun, like a layer of gold, which is really a beautiful picture.

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