Go back to the countryside and talk about your mood.

My hometown is picturesque. Trees are green, flowers are in full bloom, and people can rest and play freely; Driving on the riverside avenue, a beautiful picture unfolds in front of your eyes. It's really a car driving on the road in a world of pictorial. I love you, my hometown!

2. The grass in my hometown is so bright that it will shine when it is dried. The grass here is more novel than yours, with oval, rectangular and trapezoidal shapes. You'll love it when you see it!

Enthusiasm is all my compliments to you. When I am passionate, you are my inexhaustible motive force, flowing from my heart. When I am frustrated, your hopeful eyes look at me from a distance, as if to tell me: enthusiasm is the capital for your continued struggle, stand up!

Beauty is all my memory of you. When spring comes, your beauty is far greater than my excited heart. Bees are flying, butterflies are dancing, grass is growing, and yinger is flying. What's more beautiful is your gentle wind, which awakened the happiness that I used to hibernate. When the footsteps of summer come quietly, the turmoil only belongs to those restless people, but you are silently gestating the fruits of life. You made me understand that the greatest beauty in the world is selfless dedication.

5, hometown, how many nights I stood in the dormitory corridor facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that there is a smiling face hidden on every star, which makes people want to wear and pick.

6. The taste of hometown was hidden in that happy time. Whenever I go back to my hometown, several good friends will come to play with me. We play our favorite games. I will never forget the happy time at that moment.

7. I really miss the mountains and rivers in my hometown. They are so beautiful. The mountains in my hometown, refreshing green, make me unforgettable. How unforgettable! I always dream of the mountains in my beautiful hometown in my dreams. It is so beautiful and wrinkled that I will never forget it. However, my mother, who always loves to spoil everyone's fun, has now left my hometown with me and came to this busy Wudi. Why did my hometown abandon me? Am I not cute enough?

I have strong feelings for this place since I was a child. In the first row of my house, you can see that vast green field, and the fresh wind gently blows on the lovely face of the beautiful village. Here, from dirt road to asphalt road; From Straw House to Small House ...