A 1,000-word essay on "Love my hometown, love Nanyang, and join hands with *** to create an environmentally friendly city", please help.

The winter in my hometown is beautiful, the winter in my hometown is cold, and the winter in my hometown is also vast and vast. In the winter in the north, there is really thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. After a heavy snowfall, the mountains, rivers and land in the distance are covered with snow everywhere: the nearby pine trees seem to be covered with large white flowers, and the willows and poplars are also covered with snowflakes, which are very beautiful. . The snowflakes fell to the ground as if covered with a white carpet. In short, wherever the snowflakes fall, they will be decorated with beauty and cuteness. It’s so beautiful! When the golden sunshine fills the earth, the willow branches covered with snowflakes turn into silver bars. In the sunshine, the silver bars are fluffy, shiny, and so cute! A gust of wind blew by, and realistic snowflakes fell with the wind, as light as smoke, as white as cause, and as moist as light. Snow! Not only do you dress everything up so beautifully, but you also bring endless fun to the children. In the snow, we sang, danced and played to our heart's content. Some of the children rolled snowballs, some had snowball fights, and some made snowmen. How much fun everyone had! Seeing it snowing, the farmers were even more happy. Some of them said: "The snow heralds a good harvest." Some said: "Three layers of wheat quilt in winter, and steamed buns as pillows next year." Yes! Heavy snow not only beautifies the environment, but also brings happiness to people. Every time before going out, my parents always cover me tightly. But after rushing through the heavy "surroundings". You can still see it. Throughout the winter, the northwest wind blew almost every day. When you stay indoors and listen to it, it sounds like a wolf howling, which is frightening. This winter, it really lives up to the saying: a drop of water turns into ice, a breath turns into frost. There is snow in winter, and of course winter in my hometown is also indispensable. The snow lasted all day, and each piece was almost the size of a goose feather. There are always piles of snow on the ground, which look like continuous mountains, standing on the side of the road. But this did not affect the children's play. On the contrary, it saved them all energy and time, and they all happily built snowmen. In my hometown, in winter, all the leaves fall off, leaving only bare branches sticking up into the gray sky. The grass lay dry on the ground and looked dead. The air is cold and dry, and the sun is high in the sky. It has long lost the power of summer, and sometimes you can't even feel its temperature. There are very few birds anymore, but one morning I will be awakened by the sound of birds pecking at the window lattice. When I open my eyes, I will be surprised to find that it is snowing. The birds will land on the windowsill and peck habitually, hoping to find something to eat. , but unexpectedly woke me up and let me see the sleeping city in the snow. This is winter in my hometown. Fallen leaves and dead grass once made me depressed, wind and snow made me curse, and bloated clothes made me bored. I never felt the beauty of winter when I was at home, I just felt that this winter was long and difficult. So when I came to the warm southern country, I was so happy. But now I start to miss the winter in my hometown crazily. In the long and cold winter, there will always be hot and fragrant meals stewed by my mother on the warm stove. The afternoon sun shines warmly on me as I read through the glass on the balcony. It is best to stop time at this moment. On snowy days, several good friends always make appointments to go shopping. I still remember the year when the snow was the heaviest when I was in middle school. We three good friends were walking hand in hand on the frozen snow. One of us fell down and brought him with him. As the other two people fell together... It should be spring in my hometown now. In the city where I live now, I often ignore how winter passes and spring comes, because the difference between winter and spring here is too subtle. All the changes of seasons here are subtle. The leaves are always green, and the birds are always chirping to wake you up early in the morning. Although it rains a lot and the air is always damp, there is never snow here. My hometown can especially feel the warmth and vitality of spring because of the cold and withering in winter.

Winter is the coldest season, and it is also the season when everything is at its smallest, and I love winter. The winter in my hometown has a unique mood and charm at the edge of the basin. The pure natural wandering has given me endless aftertaste, not to mention the blending of humanities. I have been away from my hometown for six or seven years. I have never heard the winter wind in my hometown, tasted the winter snow, or seen the blue sky. I only miss the dream in the wind, the love in the snow, the cloudless sky, and the story in the moon. 's season. The unique space-time character at the edge of the basin can only be found in dreams. Winter is the gray season. I like winter. Maybe it’s due to my lonely mood and gray attitude towards life. But I didn't feel it at the time, I just felt that it was the most fulfilling season for me. I live in another city now, and I no longer like winter. Maybe my mood in life is changing, but I still can’t let it go. That’s the winter in my hometown -- thank you for adopting