Sentences describing hometown

Ah, hometown! Reading thousands of books can't finish reading your beauty, and walking on the road in Wan Li can't finish thinking about you. Your beauty and kindness have already penetrated into my luggage and accompanied me everywhere. The following is a complete set of sentences describing hometown, I hope it will help you!

1. My hometown is a mountainous and forested place. Looking at my hometown from a distance, all I can see is lush forests. From time to time, there are several eaves or tiles among the leaves to let people know that there is a family there. From time to time, the hooves of cattle sounded on the bluestone road in the forest, and occasionally a wet nasal sound came from the breeze: "Hmm-ah!" Hometown has an ancient charm.

2. Stand at the top of your hometown and stay away from your hometown. Looking down at your home, like a mole in the mountains. The high blue sky runs wildly in the narrowness of Shan Ye, just to squeeze out a clearing on the flat land in my hometown. At that time, my hometown was small. The integration of mountains and rivers under the blue sky is at least a kind of beauty. Hometown is more beautiful because of them. But if they lack their hometown, it will be a fly in the ointment!

3. Hometown is the world of fruits. Strawberry in January, cherry in February, jujube in March ... There are sweet and delicious fruits all year round. When you walk into the orchard, you will smell a burst of fragrance, including round and big watermelons and golden and attractive oranges. ...

My hometown is far away. When shall I go? Boat, dream into furongpu. Back to my hometown, with a long Artemisia, I drifted to my hometown with the river of my heart and wandered back to my hometown. The wanderer is still wandering, but he still can't go back to his hometown, because the cause is everywhere. They will return to their hometown with a boat full of starlight and shining light. Let's ring the bell of hope and look forward to meeting them again in the splendid season. Hometown, hometown, hometown that haunts me, I must make you proud of me.

I love my hometown, and I love the green grass in my hometown. In summer, we lie on the soft grass and look up at the blue sky. Oh! Blue sky, green land and red flowers, our hearts are intoxicated ... humming tunes that are not tuned, and that beautiful daydream is like drifting white clouds.

When we don't leave our hometown, our hometown is like a beautiful picture. We can only see the sunset in the distance by playing in the painting at the end of the day. When we left our hometown, it was a hanging picture. No matter how we walk in, there is always a thin layer of yarn …

7. Changes in rural areas should not be underestimated. You see, the thatched cottages in the past are gone, but now they are spacious and bright brick houses. The muddy path of the past disappeared and became an asphalt road extending in all directions. In the past, people had to go to school far away. Now there are kindergartens and schools in every village, which solves the problem of children's reading. The biggest change is that people use mechanization when planting crops, such as seeders, harvesters and threshers. People also learned new technologies such as green greenhouse, energy-saving irrigation and soilless culture, saving time and effort.

8. "Looking at the bright moon and sinking back, I suddenly remembered home" shows the deep feelings of the wanderer for his hometown. In Wang Wei's eternal poem, "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice during the festive season", revealing the sadness of being born in a foreign land. Cen Can's poem "It's a long way to go to the east, and the tears of the double-sleeved dragon bell are not dry" expresses his yearning for his hometown. Hometown, where I grew up, I left many places to laugh!

9. Whenever night falls, Quzhou becomes an ocean of lights, a world of light and a running car. The lights are flashing, red, yellow and white. It really looks like a magnificent big flower bed.

10. Walking on the small road in my hometown, that kind of nature, that kind of harmony, that kind of comfort, like the wind, slowly drifted into my heart. There are some cement roads and some dirt roads in my hometown, but this has not affected my enthusiasm for my hometown.

1 1. The air in the morning is fresher than that in the afternoon, and it can also thoroughly penetrate people's spirit. Along the street, the ancient running continued, and more or less people boarded the deck of "this day" to prepare for a short voyage. The calm of that day also aroused my past passion and carefree appreciation of the scenery in my hometown. Green leaves are lingering, and trees are really good things to purify people's hearts and cultivate their sentiments. But things have changed, and the scene of flowers still makes me a little sad. ...

12, don't say township head, no matter how long it is, it won't be as long as I thought; Don't say that the world is far away, no matter how far it is, it is far from my eyes; Don't say the sky is high, no matter how high it is, it can't be higher than I thought. Hometown, you are the eternal root in people's hearts.

13, my hometown is a mountainous and forested place. Looking at my hometown from a distance, all I can see is lush forests. From time to time, there are several eaves or tiles among the leaves to let people know that there is a family there. From time to time, the hooves of cattle sounded on the bluestone road in the forest, and occasionally a wet nasal sound came from the breeze: "Hmm-ah!" Hometown has an ancient charm.

14, I miss it very much because I have a beautiful hometown; I miss it very much because I have good memories; I miss it because I had a wonderful childhood; I am happy because I have a beautiful dream; I am happy because I have a beautiful cloud; I am very happy because I have clear thoughts like autumn water.

15. At night, the most beautiful place is Qilin Mountain. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, the whole mountain was decorated with colorful lights. After walking 372 steps, you have to climb a rugged mountain road to reach the top of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain, we can have a panoramic view of the whole city, just like an ocean of lights.

16, Lanzhou has developed rapidly. In the past, there were many bungalows and few roads. The only means of transportation are sheepskin rafts and carriages, and the clothes people wear are very monotonous ... Now there are many high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, which are colorful, and there are endless cars and traffic on the wide and flat road. Trains run faster and farther, which brings convenience to people. Most people have electric lights, televisions, washing machines and telephones at home. Some people also have computers and air conditioners. People's living standards have improved, and the clothes they wear are colorful and beautiful.

17, hometown, what is hometown? Hometown is a dream of your childhood. Hometown is a cornerstone of your growth. There is a song like this: "The most beautiful way to travel around the world is hometown, and the sweetest way is hometown."

18, my hometown is in Lanzhou, where the scenery is very beautiful, with beautiful Wuquan Mountain and Baita Mountain. The Yellow River Railway Bridge spans the banks of the Yellow River like a rainbow, and the charming 40-mile Yellow River amorous feelings line provides a good place for people to travel and relax.

19, my hometown is not only rich in products, but also has a profound and unique national festival culture, such as the water-splashing festival of the Dai people, the Aruwolo Festival of Achang people, and the water-splashing festival of Jingpo people ... My favorite is the water-splashing festival. Whenever the Songkran Festival comes in early April, I will put on holiday clothes and splash water outside with the children, wishing each other good health and all the best, and there is a sea of joy everywhere.

The stream in my hometown is like a mirror. It's green. For a moment, green is like jade. If the weather is fine, you can also see the fish in the water. I remember when I was a child, I invited some friends here to catch small fish. Those little fish are dishonest, slippery and can't be caught, and they love to play hide-and-seek with you. Once I was about to catch a small fish. I jumped forward, but the fish disappeared in the blink of an eye. As a result, I missed the fish, but my clothes were wet. I was scolded by my mother when I went home, but every time I went fishing, I still went home full.

2 1, the rain in my hometown, like smoke and fog, like hazy gauze, gently enveloped this bustling coastal city and washed away the dust attached to her. She is not fierce, gentle drizzle is just a girl's slender hand, gently stroking the dry earth; And gently tease the creatures on earth to naughty elves.

22. My hometown is an old wine. The longer I keep it in my heart, the more mellow it tastes. My hometown is a cup of agricultural green tea. The longer I soak it in my heart, the stronger its flavor. Hometown is a short memory movie. The more times it appears in my mind, the clearer its picture will be. Love my hometown needs no excuses, let alone reasons, because my hometown has our "roots"!

23. The old house in Pingjie is very shabby, the brick has turned from yellow to black, and the water chestnut edge of the brick has long been worn out. From the bottom, the tiles are rotten, and the house is very short, only two to four stories high. Only the coal-rich building in Fuyuan City is seventeen or eighteen stories high. Now, people are rich, many old houses in Pingjie have been demolished, and high-rise buildings and magnificent buildings have been built, such as big scenic spots.

24. The autumn rain in my hometown is like the embroidery thread in a girl's hand. A red lantern was embroidered on the persimmon tree, and a golden carpet was embroidered on the ground. Somehow, the orange tree was bypassed, and a bright yellow hydrangea hung on the green branch. Although the autumn rain in my hometown is a girl's tears, it is not spoiled and willful. After a shower, it seems that a friend has apologized to her. This made her wipe her face, the sky was still blue and the sun was still happy.

In my hometown, it is a cool and pleasant day. In order to avoid the sultry weather in the county, I rode the subtropical monsoon and grew up from a five-year-old child to a ten-year-old girl. My hometown is the place where all my attachment is pinned. The chilly wind in the fields in winter, the trickle and pink peach blossoms in spring, the red or white lotus flowers in the lotus pond in summer, and the golden rice in autumn ... Laughter echoed in that small dam, without the prosperity of the city and the desolation of Shan Ye.

26. The morning light of my hometown is hidden in the distant mountains, drifting from the dense mountain roads to the sleeping wasteland. It evokes the dust on the stone bridge, it dispels the silence of the night, and its mist permeates under the faint gauze, with a shy smile. Under this smile, I can't see the flashing neon lights and hear the noise of traffic. It's so peaceful here. The well platform groans, the bells on the necks of cattle and sheep jingle, and the terraces of the fields are staggered, like the weather-beaten faces of the old people in their hometown.

27. Every time I go back to my hometown, a smiling face blooms at you. Rhubarb dog in front of my neighbor's house always walks on the path not far from my hometown with his tail up and his head held high. Grandparents at home have stood on the stone steps and smiled. At this time, I can't help but have an impulse to go home, which spreads all over my body warmly ... playing marbles with my big brothers and sisters, and they always let me go home, so every time I go home.

28. Greentown-Zhengzhou! In this beautiful city, truth, goodness and beauty travel like elves in every corner of the city; Truth, goodness and beauty are like a fiery red sun shining on every corner of the city; Truth, goodness and beauty are like a beautiful rainbow, crossing the city with beautiful light and color, leaving people with warm sunshine ... Truth, goodness and beauty are also a beautiful landscape. As long as you observe carefully, you will certainly find the existence of truth, goodness and beauty!

29. When the land in the north is frozen, the hometown is wrapped in silver, and weeping willows hang down the river, like a huge ivory sculpture, which is picturesque, poetic and intoxicating. Many people praise it with pens, and even a little bit of me can't help liking it and want to eulogize it.

30. The river in front of and behind the house always flows quietly. The water plants on both sides of the house swayed gently with the breeze, and the afternoon before night became lively. Laughter and laughter are also rippling along the river. The dirt road in front of the door is always muddy and can't be used for a long time. When I opened the door in the morning, the fog suddenly poured into the house, and the whole hometown became a faint ink painting, so hazy that I could even melt my heart together. When the sun slowly clears the fog, a layer of water drops falls on the leaves, which is another hometown like water.

3 1. Every time I return to my hometown, I find that my hometown is a little older, and I can clearly read some vicissitudes from the images of the village. Walking on the high ridge, there are no children picking up ears of rice, no bursts of laughter by the big trees, and no melodious voice of grandpa playing erhu under the banyan tree.

32. Huangshan Mountain is full of new green in spring, like fog, lovely green is coming out, like flowing clouds, flowers are blooming, bees are flying and butterflies are dancing. The blooming azaleas are like beating flames, hidden among pines and cypresses, and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. On the way I walked, hundreds of springs meandered through a hidden valley, hanging on rocks and turning into waterfalls. Although it is not huge and spectacular, it is smart and poetic. Under the scorching sun, I broke away from the embrace of the rock, with coolness and freshness, as if falling like flowing water. For example, Hada, a warm white grassland, welcomes tourists from all directions and dances to you as if welcoming you, which makes people feel particularly cordial!

33. Residential buildings and new factories have sprung up. Every household has a refrigerator, washing machine and telephone. The villagers have embarked on a well-off life. In just a few years, great changes have taken place, and their hometown has become a veritable rice granary. It is really famous in the four seas and nine continents. Ah! My lovely northeast hometown, I love the people in my hometown more, because they make my hometown more beautiful through hard work.

34. "Charming white walls and tiles, small bridges and flowing water" is the most appropriate description of my hometown in late spring. In the late spring of my hometown, the most fascinating thing is no longer just flowers. Looking at the endless breadth, blue color and white light of the sky, watching naughty swallows fly lightly over the calm lake, causing ripples. The young leaves on the tree are smiling faces that can't help smiling. Play their birthday party under the golden strings. An ancient city with an ancient charm still stands out from the crowd, climbing the stairs, with green mountains and green waters, and the scenery in my hometown is beautiful.

35. The land in my hometown is very fertile. According to predecessors, the Great Northern Wilderness was once a rich and famous area. Everyone is willing to rush here, and I am the happy person. Every time I look at the land of my hometown, I think of the evergreen pine and cypress, and the misty rain-like wicker is heroic on the roadside; I think of red cloth like sorghum, golden beans, black eyes, coal with rosin smell, and the wind blowing head-on with Wan Li dust. ...

36. Due to the great development of longevity economy, the fields here are gradually reduced and replaced by factories of different sizes. A beautiful factory is like a beautiful big garden. The green lawn around the factory is like a green carpet, and the flowers in the flower beds are competing and fragrant. Yan Jia can be described as a brand new one! Yan's people really have the great ambition to change the Sun, Moon and Heaven Emperor!

37. Castanopsis kawakamii in the forest emerges in my memory, still tall and straight, but with a little more historical furrow and a little more vicissitudes of life. When I was young, I always wanted to climb to the top of its tree, but I was afraid of being scolded by the public. Now I have given up the idea. I think, let it be the embodiment of my admiration for my hometown!

38. Pale blue smoke floats in Dusk Village in western Sichuan. There must be delicious country food in the hut. The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home.

39. Lanzhou has beautiful scenery. There are scenic Baita Mountain, Xinglong Mountain with rich virgin forest flavor, Wuquan Mountain with the same name as Baita Mountain, and the Yellow River Railway Bridge with a long history. It is located on both sides of the Yellow River like a dragon, and now there is a magnificent and brightly lit yellow river customs line, which is a fairyland on earth.

40. I haven't been able to set foot on that land for three years, but I'm not far from my hometown, at least much better than Wang's situation of "Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains". But when I think of the spring in my hometown, I don't feel a sigh. I still remember the early spring in my hometown, the warm spring breeze. A few early-blooming flowers have just bloomed, and they look delicate for no reason. Just like the girls in my hometown, exquisite, beautiful but elegant, a little happiness lingers around everyone with the spring breeze. In my heart, the early spring in my hometown is pleasant. Unfortunately, in a blink of an eye, I have stood in the noisy streets of this city, without the flowers and winds of my hometown. Close your eyes, you can only feel the chill brought by loneliness and early spring. Early spring in this city is lonely.

4 1. A mountain behind that village, a stream in front of it, bamboo forests on that mountain and fish swimming in the stream are all the aura of this beautiful hometown. What can be more extravagant than being an aborigine all your life? If a wanderer comes home and steps on the soft soil, it seems to be hiding in the arms of his hometown, which is very gentle. The familiar barking of dogs and birds can also make a strong man cry three feet. Those who have been depressed for too long, my hometown can finally share our worries.

42. The clouds in my hometown are soft. Although I haven't really touched him, my heart has been in communication with my hometown forever. I can feel that when I am sad, it can gently touch my heart and let me put my troubles aside. When I was happy, she quietly came to my heart and shared endless happiness with me. I will never forget her, because she gave me infinite care and fresh expectations.

43. Homesickness is the flute of Qingyuan, melodious and profound. Nostalgia is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving; Nostalgia is an old wine with mellow fragrance. ...

44. When I was a child, every time I went back to my hometown, I always saw a dense tree-lined path from a distance. On a foggy morning, my father rode a car and drove me back and forth on the path. I reached out and brushed my hand gently across the treetops. The cold fog wetted my fingertips and I took a deep breath. The faint earthy smell of my hometown mixed with wet water vapor got into my throat and cooled my heart. The osmanthus tree behind the house is always faint and fragrant. After August, it will bloom with a golden smile and quietly send intoxicating fragrance to thousands of families, so the whole hometown is infatuated and dreamy. ...

45. Hometown is the root of our growth, and hometown is the home of our memory. Our hometown witnessed our happiness and recorded our growth. A wanderer far away from home is his mother, and his children who don't change their local accent are his hometown as a magnetic field. No one can cut off the endless homesickness with deep homesickness and long thoughts. .

46. Hometown is a melodious flute, which always makes people dream; Hometown is a touch of bright moonlight, which always makes people feel excited; Hometown is a string of eternal memories, which always reminds people of it. The people and things in my hometown are the most beautiful in the song, the most charming in the moonlight and the most profound in my memory.

47. Hometown has preserved our childhood, or young people and prime of life, and has become a part of our life and ourselves. It is not a commodity, a tourist destination, a round-trip ticket, a weekend entertainment, and can be sold to any customer at a certain price. Hometown is more than any scenic spot: your blood, tears and sweat. How can you not remember the people, events and bridges in your hometown?

48. Hometown is a sacred place for rice. In spring, farmers' uncles are the seeds of rice. In summer, farmers come with smiles and plant seedlings in the fields. Autumn is the happiest season for farmers' uncles. When the farmer's uncle saw the rice bowing to his farmer's uncle, the farmer was particularly brilliant.

49. The geese in the sky were whispering again that day, and they all returned to their hometown. But where are the wanderers outside and a group of kids in those days? Are you still thinking about this pitifully silent village?

50. My hometown is a remote village in Suihua City, Heilongjiang Province. There is no noise in the city, but I feel the most primitive rhythm of nature there. The simple villagers' laughter, the chirping of birds flying in the air, the flowing water of the river in front of the door, the insects chirping between the trees and the grass ... Are these not all the notes of my hometown? I can't help but sigh, what an intoxicating thing it is to listen to the music in my hometown!

5 1. Walking in the fields in spring with gentle steps, grabbing a handful of dirt, emitting intoxicating fragrance, catching a butterfly and flying it gently ... Spring in the countryside is always blurred with beauty, and the songs on the land are mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. Wheat seedlings jointing under the moisture of sweat, with the drizzle from the breeze, played a beautiful but very moving melody.

52. I have lived in the countryside since I was a child, and I have a deep memory of the countryside. This memory will not disappear with the passage of time, but will become stronger, clearer and more affectionate. Curved rivers, quiet villages, vast blue sky, long white clouds, gurgling streams and narrow bridges constitute the poetic outline of my hometown.

53. The cold wind that cleans the soul sweeps away the noise of the city, and what follows is no longer endless rhythm, but a silence that can only be found in memories. I am running in this quiet and harmonious "dream" with the expectation in my heart, and the "fiery" in my heart has not broken this unique silence. Take a deep breath of this fresh air, and a kind of tranquility will be washed away from your heart. Looking at me running, I want to see if I have reached my heart. But I can't see anything, as if I were shrouded in something ... I suddenly realized that "the authorities are fascinated." Being in the beautiful scenery of this hometown, but suddenly I don't know, it must be this beautiful scenery. This scene has been exciting and intoxicating!

54. The dawn of my hometown is hidden in the distant mountains, drifting from the dense mountain roads to the sleeping wasteland. It evokes the dust on the stone bridge, it dispels the silence of the night, and its mist permeates under the faint gauze, with a shy smile. Under this smile, I can't see the flashing neon lights and hear the noise of traffic. It's so peaceful here. The well platform groans, the bells on the necks of cattle and sheep jingle, and the terraces of the fields are staggered, like the weather-beaten faces of the old people in their hometown.

55. My hometown is taonan city, Jilin Province. Although it is a small town without mountains and water, I still have infinite love for this land. Because he is the place where I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, and also the place where I babble. I have grown up here for more than 5,000 days and nights, and every second is filled with my burning passion.

56. The clouds in my hometown are soft. Although I haven't really touched him, my heart has been in communication with my hometown forever. I can feel that when I am sad, it can gently touch my heart and let me put my troubles aside. When I was happy, she quietly came to my heart and shared endless happiness with me. I will never forget her, because she gave me infinite care and fresh expectations.

57. At home, I like to climb to the top of the mountain alone and see my hometown. In the early morning, when the mist just began to diffuse, my hometown was shrouded in a mist, which looked ancient and exquisite. The industrious three aunts and four grandmothers got up early at this time and began to be busy with the cooing of chickens and ducks. People in my hometown are very diligent.

58. At noon, the weather became hot. The sun is scorching the earth, and those birds who are alive and kicking in the morning are hiding in the shade. Cicadas don't want to sing their own songs in the trees, and frogs accompany them by the river from time to time. This is a beautiful symphony in my hometown.

59. In my hometown, there is no bustling metropolis, no solemn and stirring castle, and no big forest green enough to melt all your thoughts. But if you hear Schubert's solo in the sunset of your journey, the imagination that makes you suddenly burst into tears is often the hometown road and the moonlight night in your hometown, which reminds people of the poet's lonely sigh, "How bright the moonlight at home is!" Thousands of years ago.

60. Although homesickness may bring people a touch of melancholy, it is still a healthy and noble emotion, and it is the spiritual bond that maintains the wanderer with his hometown and motherland. I would like to sing an ode to this feeling.

Home is a picture. In spring and March, no matter where you are, the colors of Chun Lv are lit up. Trees wake up from a deep sleep, sticking out buds and shoots, and are full of vitality. The grass also sticks its little head out of the ground and looks around, which is very comfortable. Looking around, I don't know if it is the beautiful image of Master Danqing polishing ink, drizzling, Linlin flicking and swaying, dancing with flowers and enjoying paper.

62. The autumn rain in my hometown is like the embroidery thread in a girl's hand. A red lantern was embroidered on the persimmon tree, and a golden carpet was embroidered on the ground. Somehow, the orange tree was bypassed, and a bright yellow hydrangea hung on the green branch. Although the autumn rain in my hometown is a girl's tears, it is not spoiled and willful. After a shower, it seems that a friend has apologized to her. This made her wipe her face, the sky was still blue and the sun was still happy.

The land in my hometown is very fertile. According to predecessors, the Great Northern Wilderness was once a rich and famous area. Everyone is willing to rush here, and I am the happy person. Every time I look at the land of my hometown, I think of the evergreen pine and cypress, and the misty rain-like wicker is heroic on the roadside; I think of red cloth like sorghum, golden beans, black eyes, coal with rosin smell, and the wind blowing head-on with Wan Li dust. ...

64. Bright lights reflect the stars on the horizon, like frosty moonlight. It constitutes an unparalleled beautiful scene in the world. Birds occasionally laugh in the park, but they are like lonely rangers and shy girls, which I have never seen before. The fragrance of flowers and green grass on both sides of the road is refreshing in the soft wind at night. The ancients often said that "grass invades the old road" is a kind of beauty; Then, isn't the "tree-lined detour" in my hometown a kind of beauty? Colorful neon lights decorate rows of green trees into a sea of colors! Lights, starlight, moonlight; Flowers, herbs, green trees ... these natural things, after artificial carving, complement each other and make the night in my hometown more beautiful!

65. Castanopsis kawakamii in the forest emerges in my memory, still tall and straight, but with a little more historical furrow and a little more vicissitudes of life. When I was young, I always wanted to climb to the top of its tree, but I was afraid of being scolded by the public. Now I have given up the idea. I think, let it be the embodiment of my admiration for my hometown!

66. It is even more difficult to leave home. Wanderers send homesickness to wine and feelings to Du Kang. "Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears." In the dim candlelight, with tears and melancholy, I drank my deep thoughts of my hometown. Homesickness is a blue silk, which is often tied to my heart. There are tears in my heart, and I only feel that my hometown is kind, warm and colorful. Hometown, hometown, haunting hometown, when can I walk into your heart again?

There is a clear river not far behind my house. The green river sparkled in the golden sun. There are trees on both sides of the river, and their shadows are swaying. Those flowers and plants are swaying in the wind, which is pleasing to the eye and reluctant to go. Flocks of small white geese lined up in the river and swam around happily. People in twos and threes on the shore chatted while washing clothes; In summer, friends play by the water and have a water fight. This river is our happy paradise.

I miss my hometown. If my heart is a pigeon flying in my hometown, then my warm nest must be you-my hometown. Autumn is like water, spring is beautiful, the starry sky in winter night and the fiery summer are all my deep thoughts. A tree, a piece of soil, a cloud, a fog, a gust of wind and a drop of rain in my hometown all appeared in front of my eyes. After a winding path, I came to the Woods by the river. I picked up a yellow leaf that fell to the ground. Looking at this fallen leaf, I hid it in the drawer of years, waiting for a new opportunity.

69. "Charming white walls and tiles, small bridges and flowing water" is the most appropriate description of late spring in my hometown. In the late spring of my hometown, the most fascinating thing is no longer just flowers. Looking at the endless breadth, blue color and white light of the sky, watching naughty swallows fly lightly over the calm lake, causing ripples. The young leaves on the tree are smiling faces that can't help smiling. Play their birthday party under the golden strings. An ancient city with the same ancient charm suddenly came into view. Climbing the stairs, the scenery in my hometown was beautiful.

70. In spring, it drizzles like silk. Navel orange tree greedily sucks nectar, and leaves are laughing happily in the rain. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, navel oranges have probably blossomed. White flowers swaying; Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the flowers in the valley filled the orchard, which was particularly fragrant.

7 1, my hometown is a crystal clear river, so I named it "Qingjiang". She is so quiet and beautiful. She is like a big green satin spread in the valley, shining in the sun. She was in high spirits and sang all the way. As soon as the breeze blows, it ripples, as if you can see the fragrance by lifting her beautiful skirt.