Article 1: My hometown My hometown has a vast territory, rich products, pleasant scenery and beautiful seasons. Let me take you into the four seasons in my hometown:
In spring and March, everything in my hometown is full of vitality. Look at the colorful flowers, gradually revealing their magnificent smiling faces. You see, the clusters of flowers hidden among the green leaves are particularly beautiful and charming. Their fragrant fragrance will remind you of the satisfying things in spring and have an indescribable charm. Not only flowers, but also trees. With the spring breeze blowing and the spring rain nourishing, trees, especially willows, have also sprouted green buds. Soon after the new buds germinated, the catkins floated with the wind, and the hometown was covered with a layer of transparent gauze. How charming! The spring tide in my hometown began with catkins.
In summer, all the plants grow luxuriantly, and all kinds of bloom grow more vigorously. Just looking at the beautiful Chinese rose flowers is not only colorful, but also full of fragrance, just like sending a hint of coolness to the hot summer; If you carefully observe those intoxicating flowers, you will find that the roses in your hometown are not only colorful, but also colorful on a flower, comparable to camellia. The focus of summer in my hometown is the scorching sun, and cicadas keep chirping in the trees in the heat, as if they don't like the scorched earth and hot water by the river, as people complain. Yes, in this hot summer day, the green trees have also been sunburned and bowed their heads helplessly. Everything in my hometown is immersed in the hot summer sun and lush summer.
Autumn in September, autumn is full of autumn water, autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and my hometown has ushered in a bright autumn full of harvest joy. All the flowers have withered, but the chrysanthemum called "Chunlan Qiuju" is just the opposite, blooming in the golden autumn. Colorful colors, graceful posture, and dragon-claw-like petals outline an intoxicating chrysanthemum picture in your mind. What's more, there are fragrant chrysanthemums, which can be called the most brilliant focus in autumn. Of course, the autumn sky is the clearest. There is not a cloud in the whole sky. Under the irradiation of Qiu Guang, the blue sky is covered with a layer of golden tulle, which is particularly elegant and charming. In the continuous autumn rain, the sky is like crystal, gentle and clear. Autumn in my hometown is like this, and the autumn is crisp.
In the twelfth lunar month, the world is white and completely integrated into a white silver world. The snow in my hometown is always like this, without order, but it evokes our endless imagination. What is snow? Where did it come from? It turned out to be the jade scattered by the fairy, the rouge overturned by Chang 'e, and the silver butterfly flying all over the sky. . . . . . Of course, snowflakes have no taste, but when the broken jade in our hometown falls on our faces, we seem to smell the fresh breath of Xanadu, the elegant magnolia in the park, the faint jasmine and so on. Light snowflakes, like white lotus, catkins, pears and nectar, gently Ying Ying, silently dressed up their hometown as a beautiful world of powder makeup and jade clothes.
This is my hometown, a lovely hometown with beautiful pictures of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Chapter 2: My hometown is a song. The more you sing, the more mellow you are. Hometown is a poem. The more comfortable you sing, the more you miss it.
My hometown has always been an unforgettable place for me, where I have fond memories of my childhood. My hometown is full of grandma's smile, grandpa's expectation and naughty childhood friends.
My hometown has long mountains and thousands of miles of fields. My hometown is vast, flat and poetic.
I have lived in the countryside since I was a child, and I have a deep and lingering memory of the countryside. This memory will not disappear with the passage of time, but will become stronger, clearer and more affectionate.
Curved rivers, quiet villages, vast blue sky, leisurely white clouds, gurgling streams and narrow bridges constitute the poetic outline of my hometown.
In September, the sky is slightly cool. Sunshine adds luster to the sunset glow, and white clouds sing for the breeze. There are always several children picking up ears of rice in the field. Picking up ears of rice is as exciting and joyful as picking up childhood wishes. One of these children is me.
At dusk, the country road is covered with fine sunlight. Straw covered with soft golden silk shirts is waiting in the silent countryside, frogs are singing and insects are singing in the fields. And cattle and sheep waiting to go home on the green grass.
The light blue smoke from the kitchen chimney floats in the dusk village in western Sichuan. There must be delicious country dishes in the hut. The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home.
My childhood has left countless marks here.
When I was a child, my hometown and village were like a fairy tale book that I could never finish reading. I can find my own happiness and happiness in this book every day!
Grandpa often sits under the big banyan tree in his hometown yard and plays the erhu intoxicated. The melody is melodious and ups and downs, and then it attracts many folks to enjoy it. These notes were crushed and exiled in the evening breeze. Then it floats on the long dusk path.
At that time, there were always a group of small figures on the ridge, by the river and by the old trees. This village is very lively, full and cordial.
Later, the young people in the village, carrying heavy ideals and future bags, hurried along the muddy road in the country, leaving only deep footprints filled with exclamation marks.
They all flock to the noisy city, hoping to lay a world of their own in the bustling metropolis.
From then on, my hometown is not lively, and I am alone. The wanderer who left his hometown, with the hope and kindness of his hometown, embarked on another different life journey.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I find that my hometown is a little older, and I can clearly read some vicissitudes from the images of the village. Walking on the high ridge, there are no children picking up ears of rice, no bursts of laughter by the big trees, and no melodious voice of grandpa playing erhu under the banyan tree.
On that day, the geese in the sky were whispering again, and they all returned to their hometown. But where were the wanderers and those kids outside? Are you still thinking about this pitifully silent village?
Hometown will always make people dream, and the roots and leaves are connected! How many nights can I see your kind face, old body and lonely hope from my dream?
Article 3: My hometown is on the vast land of the motherland, and my hometown Jianyang is just a small point, a very humble small city. But it is beautiful, clean, simple and lovely, like a bright pearl, embedded in the Central Plains.
Once upon a time, my hometown was called a dirty, chaotic and poor county. This narrow road is full of potholes. Whenever the weather is fine, the road is dusty and yellow, like standing in a yellow fog. Whenever it rains, there is sewage on the road, and the accumulated water is at least two centimeters deep.
Nowadays, the spring breeze of reform and opening up has blown all over the land of China, and it has also blown the ancient land of Jianyang green. It has stimulated the great enthusiasm of Jianyang people to pursue beauty and create beauty, and also inserted wings for Jianyang's economic development. In recent years, great changes have taken place in my hometown. Jianyang's economy is prosperous, its people are rich, and its face is brand-new. No, my aunt who just returned to her hometown a few years ago can hardly recognize her hometown!
One day last year, my aunt who worked in Shanghai went home to visit relatives. On the way to welcome her home, I always acted as her guide: "In my hometown now, the roads are paved with cement and very smooth. Looking down from a height, all the avenues are like silver-gray dragons, coiled among many high-rise buildings. Colorful vehicles flew by on the road, like shiny scales on the back of a dragon, and like the same ties, connecting the whole city with other places. In the flower beds and green belts on the roadside, a hundred flowers blossom and compete for beauty. Telephone has entered thousands of households, and some families have bought private cars and built villas. People's clothes also keep up with the trend of the times, especially girls' clothes are very individual, which fully shows the vigor and vitality of youth ... "After listening to my introduction, my aunt was dubious:" In a few years, people in my hometown have built a well-off life, which has changed so much? "
As soon as I got off the bus, my aunt looked around eagerly. She saw familiar and kind faces, heard familiar local accent and breathed familiar air. It seems to be her familiar hometown, but it seems that she can't believe it. In the afternoon, I took my aunt to visit Xishi Street. My aunt said as she walked, "In the past, there were all low and shabby brick houses here. This street is also wide and narrow, and the widest point is only 3 or 4 meters. Before the farmers' market, it used to be an open-air market with few varieties of vegetables and few buyers. How ... "My aunt saw: the tall buildings on the roadside stood upright, and the shouts and bargains in the bustling market ... played a new voice of reform. There are more than 0/00 fixed stalls in the market, and there are countless scattered stalls. In addition, there are supporting facilities such as material exchange consultation office and security room. The seller licked his thumb and counted the money, so it was hard to hide his joy. Aunt saw it and nodded with a smile.
I led my aunt to the most prosperous section of our city-pedestrian street. I pointed to the people's supermarket next to the pedestrian street and said, "This is the largest supermarket in Jianyang, with the most complete goods and the largest flow of people." "This pedestrian street has just been built. The ground is made of marble. At night, colorful ground lights illuminate the whole pedestrian street. How beautiful! You must think this place is just an ordinary Zhongshan Road, right? " I began to introduce the pedestrian street again.
At this time, I seem to hear the beating pulse of economic construction and development in my hometown, as if I heard the pace of motherland construction in the tide of reform and opening up, as if I saw the people of the whole country building a well-off life, as if I saw the dragon of our Chinese nation take off! Let us primary school students continue to carry forward the spirit of hard work and enterprising, and hold up the brilliant tomorrow of the motherland with our hardworking hands!