How to write my hometown?

1 My hometown is a small town with beautiful scenery and trees.

In spring, the branches pull out green branches, the grass opens its eyes lazily, the flowers are in full bloom, red, blue, yellow and purple, all kinds of strange and colorful. Flowers exude intoxicating fragrance, attracting a large group of butterflies, who are dancing in the air. What a beautiful scenery!

Summer is coming, the leaves are greener, and we go fishing in the river. That tree is like some soldiers. Flowers are also more fragrant and attractive. The lotus is also in bloom. The lotus leaf is green and the lotus is pale pink. How beautiful! We children like to pick lotus roots from the lotus pond to eat. Fish swam about in droves in the water. As soon as we caught them, they were alive and kicking. It's pathetic to see them begging!

In autumn, geese fly south, then line up in a line, and then line up in a line. The sky is blue, the sky is golden, the wheat is yellow, the leaves are yellow, and the leaves leave the mother tree's arms and "travel" alone. Farmers' uncles are very busy in this season, because the wheat cultivated by their hard sweat is ripe, and they are all busy cutting wheat!

Winter comes, snowflakes fall from the sky to the ground, and the whole world is white. Snowflakes are gorgeous and white, and they melt into crystal beads in your hands.

My hometown is really beautiful, I love my hometown!

2 My hometown

I love my hometown full of laughter.

In spring, Sister Liu took off her white wedding dress and put on a green one. Naughty little grass brother leaned out of his little head, and little flower sister showed her white cheeks. The farmer's uncle works hard and sows in the fields. We children are playing on the lawn. The bird seemed to be attracted and sang loudly. Left a beautiful echo in that beautiful country.

In summer, the stream is swift. We children are playing by the river. Adults are chatting in the shade of trees. Cicada is calling, as if to say, "It's so hot!" Birds fly freely and happily in the sky. I left a beautiful memory in that beautiful field.

In autumn, Sister Maple Leaf is falling with the red leaves, as if welcoming a bumper harvest year. Xiaohua is ready to say goodbye to her brothers and sisters. Farmers' uncles are harvesting the fruits of their labor in the fields of hope. We are helping the farmer's uncle with his work. Birds bid farewell to everything here in droves. Left a beautiful farewell sound in the field full of laughter.

In winter, heavy snow keeps falling. We played happily on the path. All the plants gave in, but the holly stood proudly in the snow. Most animals are hibernating. In this silent winter, I left my sister Dong's footprints.