At the moment of the epidemic, I couldn't go out, so I had to drive the Roewe RX5 MAX to pat the beautiful scenery of my hometown.

My hometown is a good place with mountains and water. When the epidemic comes, the village can't be closed, so we can only pat the beautiful scenery of our hometown. ? Early in the morning, the sun, like a shy little girl, quietly rose to the treetops, emitting soft red light, surrounded by red, and only heard the subtle sound of running water. Gradually, the red light slowly turns orange and then golden yellow. At this time, the sun on the treetops ran to the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye, and the stream unveiled its mysterious veil, showing its beauty in an unobstructed view.

The sun touched the stream gently, and the stream flowed tirelessly. Occasionally, when it met a big stone, a stream parted ways. The stream is like a mirror. Through it, you can see rough and angular stones at the bottom of the water. Sometimes, when encountering a larger current, the stone is turned over, exposing a large area of wet moss. Unfortunately, there was a little splash, and the crystal drops hit the stream. Around it, layers of microwaves slowly spread, gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared. The stream is still singing and flowing forward.

And that mountain, seen from a distance, is an undulating outline, shrouded in a hazy and illusory fog. Came to the foot of the mountain, looked up, a thick green. From time to time, a breeze blows, making the crown sway and make a rustling sound. Isn't this touching music from trees? Sometimes there are other bright colors in green, which are beautiful flowers, like a piece of green cloth dotted with various colors. Up the hill, I set foot on the muddy mountain road, and the roadside was covered with patches of green and yellow weeds. "Ji Ji Ji" suddenly passed a dense black spot from the sky, and with this noisy bird song, it fell to the ground. Oh, it is a flock of sparrows. Some of them landed lightly on the branches, crowed loudly, some landed in vegetable fields, spread their wings, stretched their calves and shook their heads with satisfaction. Some of them may not have played enough, but they are still flying in mid-air. The trees on the mountain are more graceful, some stand upright, like guards, some bend over, like hunchbacked grandfathers. ?