Introduce Huize's 400-word composition about historic sites.

My hometown is in the rural area of Huize Street, where there are many mountains and trees, and the scenery is beautiful all year round. Don't believe me, I'll show you around.

In spring, the earth wakes up from the cold winter, and the vegetation that has been cut down by people germinates again. Without artificial cultivation, they grow in the wind, rain and sunshine. The endless green ocean reflects all kinds of wild flowers such as red, white, yellow and purple. A moist breeze blew, and the rich fragrance of flowers and plants was deeply rooted in people's hearts. No matter who you are, you will open your mouth, take a deep breath, and feel intoxicated and refreshed like drinking manna. At this time, farmers began to transplant rice seedlings.

In summer, there is not a cloud in the sky. The sun baked the ground boiling hot, and a gust of wind blew, rolling up a heat wave, which made people feel suffocated. The grass can't stand the exposure of the sun and the leaves are rolled into thin strips. But farmers are not afraid of the heat, so pesticides are used to kill insects in Abel Tamata.

Autumn, autumn girl wearing a golden suit, with light steps, quietly came to the world. The soybeans in the field have turned yellow, and the small white wild chrysanthemums are sticking out of the grass and swaying in the cool autumn wind. At this time, farmers are happily harvesting the fruits of their labor, and the fields are full of harvest.

In winter, goose feather-like snow covers the earth, and thick frost condenses on the leaves of pine trees and the branches of deciduous trees. Like a piece of white jade, the bush turned into a white coral cluster, in a trance in the fairy tale world. The villagers are looking forward to a bumper harvest next year.

I love my hometown, I love its charming scenery, and I love ordinary farmers who work hard to change their hometown.