............. is eager to describe the beauty of his hometown. ........................

Wandering in the bamboo path of green mountains and green waters in my hometown, silver gauze covers the bamboo forest and climbs up the stairs. The green light from the crystal dew on the bamboo leaves is dotted with swaying ink paintings. While enjoying it, I walked into a quiet bamboo house, sat on a soft chair woven by green vines, sat on the cradle, closed my eyes and listened to the piano sound coming from thousands of miles away. Staring out of the window, winding vines are winding around the bamboo forest, and there is a pool of clear water through the gap of the bamboo forest. The moon in the sky and the moon in the water reflect each other from a distance, and the reflected bamboo forest has a quiet night in the southern country between the vast sky.

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Campus buildings, classrooms, playgrounds and runways are quiet, noisy, clean, neat, happy, playing and doing exercises.

Mountains, mountains, strange mountains, barren hills, slopes, forests

Tide, wave, ebb tide, river tide, night tide, tidal sound.

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The tide, like a stormtrooper, screamed and shouted and rushed desperately to the beach.

The tide is several feet high and rushes in.

The crazy flood season is full of chilling horror and unfathomable mystery.

The tide like a giant thunder rolled like a horde on the ground, running downstream with shouts and screams.

The tide was fierce as a demon, and the churning foam lost its balance rhythm.

Crazy shooting stones, and at the same time, the golden bell is ringing, which is very rhythmic.

The spring tide has risen, like the sound of pines in my hometown, like the voice of a mother calling her daughter.

Dark green sea water, rolling up a wave higher than a wave of walls rushed over, fighting really like hammering at the enemy.

The tidal sound echoes the poetic rhyme of the sea, full of philosophy and enlightenment.

That artistic conception, like the strings lightly plucked by the spring breeze, is as gentle as the sunset glow.

The sound of beating the beach rhythmically at high tide or low tide is like a lullaby made by a loving mother patting her baby to sleep.

When the sea ebbed, it turned back as if it had lost the battle.

The mountains exposed from the clouds are floating in clusters like islands.

The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth.

The mountains and waves are stacked on top of each other.

The mountains are dark and boundless, and the knives and axes are indomitable.

The undulating loess hills are really like the waves of a big flood.

Longshan is like a big grave, standing in the night.

The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River go straight up and down, which makes people dizzy.

The deep valley is strangely quiet and cold.

The ravine is full of snow, as high as the back of the mountain, and it has become a flat snow paved square.

At the beginning of the morning, the mountains are like shy girls, looming and the sun is setting.

1. My cousin Mingming is five years old and has been living with me. He is smart, naughty and naive, chubby, with a round head and a flat head, and his big black eyes are always flickering, as if he were magical about everything. That slip of the tongue always likes to ask some childish questions, sometimes it's too strange for others to answer. He always giggles when he is happy, and there are two dimples in his mouth. Similarly, it is difficult for him to cry! However, on his face, dimples are always more than tears.

2. Sweet and chubby, about three years old. A small face, red and round inside. A big head, a pinch of black hair hanging down, covered the broad forehead. There are watery eyes under those two pale short eyebrows. Ah, what lively eyes, as if talking, but also reveal a trace of naughty expression! There is a slightly upturned nose and two red lips under those beautiful eyes. There is also a small bib beside him, and a blooming peony flower is rusted on the bib. Dundun's little hand holds a watermelon with a green skin and a red pulp.

1, a group of Dai girls came, carrying small spinning wheels on their shoulders and small lanterns in their hands, and their tight skirts swayed in the wind. Their figure is so slim, their steps are so light and their manners are so generous, as if a group of beautiful fairies descended from the sky.

Seeing people sliding around on the skating rink, my heart moved and I quickly put on my skates. The first few steps, some cold and cheerless, turned a few laps and returned to normal. I slide forward again, turn left, turn right, suddenly stop, slide back ... a child about my age, like the first time I entered the skating rink, stumbled and stumbled; Swing, squat.

There is an old woman at the crossroads, with a slight hunchback and a fat figure, struggling to walk on the empty road with an umbrella. The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward.

It snowed at noon, so I can't go home for dinner. Just as I was about to do my homework, suddenly a delicious steamed stuffed bun was stuffed into my mouth. I turned around and saw Xiao Ming winking at me playfully.

Ning Jiayin ran to the overhead crossbar, stepped on the ground again, swung his arms violently and flew over the crossbar like a swallow.

6. He put the melon seeds in his mouth while cooking and bit them into a grid. However, when he bit them, he couldn't do it correctly. He soaked all the shells of melon seeds with saliva, and when he peeled them in his hand, he slipped around, unable to start, and finally fell to the ground, nowhere to be found. He swallowed a mouthful of empty saliva and chose another bite to bite. This time, he was very careful when peeling. He displayed the bitten melon seeds on the dining table in the cabin, lowered his head and peeled them carefully, as if he were repairing the clock. After about a minute or two, I finally peeled some melon seeds and stuffed them into my mouth to eat.