Ren Mei's 600-word composition in Xinxiang, Henan Province

The fallen leaves brought by the wind condensed my thoughts, the four seasons of my hometown! I will never forget it!

The severe winter has passed, and spring has arrived in the unique breeze of spring. Spring in my hometown is very beautiful.

Yes, it is full of energy. Winter jasmine blooms early, far and everywhere. Willow trees sprouted, and some even sprouted branches. When the wind blows, it seems to be combing your hair. The earth in spring is different from the past, as if

Let people go to the Hundred Flowers Garden, which is colorful and dazzling. Pick a few flowers and you will be intoxicated unconsciously. Spring in my hometown is full of poetry, and poets love and praise spring because of its beautiful scenery and spring.

There are many poems brewed by nature.

In the blue sky in July, the sun hangs like a fireball, and the hot air is like a whip, which makes pedestrians feel cool. Cicadas sing, and flowers fall with spring.

In summer, I walked out of the warm wind covered with green leaves, and the sunshine in my hometown in early summer was faint warmth. It's best to play chess in the moonlight of the lotus pond in summer and gently shake my fan. It's wonderful.

In my hometown, there are many vendors selling popsicles in the street every summer. When I was a child, he attracted us most in summer. I always asked my parents for some money to satisfy my appetite.

The autumn wind brought coolness and drove me away.

In the golden season, the leaves in the yard turn yellow, and the fiery red sun turns golden, shining warmly on the earth. The children laughed, roughed up and rolled around in the fields, making them full.

I don't care if I am in the dirt, as long as I am happy. Playing steel balls, playing poker, throwing stones, shooting-everything has become their playground, full of tricks, very lively.

I don't remember much about the winter in my hometown. I only remember that I spent the winter in the snow and children's laughter. Although depressed, it is also wrapped in silver. Winter in my hometown is quiet and noisy. Every time the children go to school, the village is silent.

Spring ushered in summer, summer ushered in autumn, autumn ushered in winter, winter ushered in spring-the four seasons in my hometown are changing, but his position in my heart will never change, and he will always be the first, because I love the four seasons in my hometown and love my hometown.