Describe my hometown in a few words.

The scenery in my hometown is very handsome, simple and full of vitality. Different from the city's feasting and drunkenness, the city is a distorted landscape deliberately created. Pastoral scenery is the most natural, charming and dusty scenery.

Look, the sun rises in Ran Ran, and the red fireball burns slowly behind the mountain. I still remember the legend told by my grandparents that a fairy lived behind the mountain and was in charge of the setting of the sun every day. You see, the green bamboo leaves, as if after a night of dew brewing, stretch out, elegant and dignified posture, like a fairy descending to earth. The pine tree seems to stand proudly with a little coquetry, and the wind runs lazily like a deadpan father, sending cuckoo girl's oath to her brother, awakening sleeping animals, bringing the message of streams and springs, and whispering flowers in a hurry. Older people get up early, or go to the bridge, or swing their arms, or go to the fields to pull vegetables all day, feed chickens and ducks, and pick up eggs. ...

The river is cold in You Lan. It's really comfortable to have a look! All the aunts and grandmothers bent over, washed clothes comfortably in the shade, and talked about the new things that happened recently. Children are the most active now. Or touch the shrimp, in the clear stream, between the rocks, under the mud, staring at the sparkling eyes, waiting for the shrimp to trap themselves. In a short time, the water was stirred up uninvited-this is the boy's live girl, quietly, accompanying her grandmother to find some delicious wild vegetables in the field, occasionally chasing beautiful butterflies, and then playing in the green field, or asking several female companions to play and move together, or asking them to move.

Maybe climbing a mountain is a good decision. The scenery on the mountain is beautiful.

It's hard to harvest: green grass, red wild camellia, pale white flowers, furry dog tails, dark soil, chestnut green slates ... The boys scared the girls-there were snakes, and the scared girls quickly took back their hands to pick flowers, which made everyone laugh. A group of people climbed the mountain unswervingly. Tired, they sat down to have a rest. The boy made up a joke. Doby, everyone and the girl sang a song for everyone. After the singing, a blush appeared on their cheeks-it was a girl after all! After singing, I said that I had enough rest and a group of people continued to climb the mountain. When you reach the top of the mountain, you can have a look in the distance. What a unique scenery! You see, you see, the ravine has become a potholed ditch, and the flat and endless fields are unobstructed. The winding roads are like streams, with cars like leaves and people like ants. Hee hee, that's fun. Enough fun. It's time to go down the mountain. The sun is going down soon. In case it gets dark, wild animals will come to catch the children. A group of people went down the hill laughing and slapping.

Yes, the afterglow falls on the river, and the river flows quietly, reflecting the extinguished sun, like a ribbon, fluttering gently, and from time to time there are small fish rolling and splashing golden water.

It's night now, and the small village should be very quiet. The moonlight is dim, and people in twos and threes gather on the marble bridge, some chatting, some in order, some sitting, lying and standing to enjoy the cool. Street lamps emit dim light and scatter it on people, bridges and water ... It's late at night, maybe there are still some lights on in the house, smiling implicitly in the distance of night. It's time for bed. Stars don't blink.

This is my hometown, my beloved hometown, and I love its beauty, profundity and exquisiteness. The scenery in my hometown is the life in my hometown. There are no historical sites, no tourists and no prosperity in the city. Yes, just a leisurely life, beautiful and charming.