The oil field is my home essay 400 words

Clear lakes, green trees, gorgeous flowers, and kind people. Where is such a good place? This is my home - the beautiful oil field.

The scenery in the oil field is so beautiful! In the beautiful Cuihu Park, the grass in early autumn is not as tender as in spring, nor as soft as in summer. The grass is yellow here and green there, like a carpet of yellow and green. Therefore, in autumn, Cuihu Park in our hometown is always more beautiful than in other seasons, because many grasses are no longer green. The water in the artificial lake is very beautiful, and there are small fish swimming in it. The water is very clear and you can see the sand and gravel at the bottom. Several stone arch bridges were built over the water. When you go up the bridge, it's like going up stairs. There are stone steps. At the top of the bridge, there is a flat land made of several small stones. When he got off the bridge, he went down the stairs step by step just like going down the stairs. On both sides of the bridge are railings made of stone strips. Under the bridge is a semicircular hole, which together with the reflection in the lake, looks like a round moon. People go up and down the bridge, and boats come and go below the bridge. Whenever I pass this small bridge, I always like to run back and forth several times.

The people in the oil fields are so kind! I remember that I had a neighbor who was a little sister in the third grade. She has moved away now. I remember clearly that one year, she would go to an old grandmother's house whenever she had time. I asked her: "You go What are you doing?" But she asked me: "If an old woman lives alone and is too old to do many things, can you help her?" I answered her without thinking, "Of course, help others. Having fun is a good thing, don’t we all like to help others?” “That’s it, why are you asking me?” she said with a pout. (She was not angry, she was joking.) Oh, I suddenly realized that she had gone to help the old lady work. Later I found out that it was because once Grandma Wang saw her without an umbrella and took her back to her home. She found that Grandma Wang was very pitiful. Although Grandma Wang was not financially difficult, Grandma Wang was not happy because there was no money at home. I am alone, with no one to talk to, I am very lonely, and I find that I am getting old much faster. From then on, she went to Grandma Wang's house whenever she had time to help her sweep the floor, wash clothes, clean the room, mop the floor, help Grandma Wang buy vegetables, wash dishes... Sometimes she used her pocket money to buy some dumplings and fish balls for her. Grandma Wang eats it. Every Sunday, after she finished her homework, she would go to Grandma Wang's house to help her wash her hair. Grandma Wang's body is stiff, her head cannot be lowered too low, and she cannot sit in the chair for too long. She helped Grandma Wang lie down on the bed and gave way to her. Grandma stretched her head to the edge of the bed to wash her hair. It took an hour to wash her hair. She would come to wash Grandma Wang's hair all year round, and winter was no exception. When washing in winter, she always washed her hair. Her little hands were red with cold. She often talks to Grandma Wang about her innermost feelings, and Grandma Wang regards her as her granddaughter. In this way, she took care of Grandma Wang for a year. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, she would visit Grandma Wang's house whenever she had time. After this year, Grandma Wang is in much better spirits. After she moved away, many children still went to talk to Grandma Wang and help her.

My home is the beautiful oil field. The scenery there is so beautiful and the people there are so kind. I love my home, I love the beautiful oil field!