Write a word or two praising your hometown at the beginning of love.

I love the sunset in my hometown, just like a flowing painting with the most beautiful colors; You are like a wonderful performance, and the wonderful thing is its perfect curtain call!

I like walking in the red sunset in my hometown. In the setting sun, the faces of relatives and childhood memories printed in my heart make me unforgettable.

I love my hometown, which is the holy land of rice. In spring, farmers put seedlings in the fields with smiles on their faces. 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.

I love the river in my hometown, like a light blue crystal flowing slowly, with a light blue silver light in the sun.

I like bamboo in my hometown. Recently, bamboo in my hometown always dreams. The graceful posture of bamboo is deeply imprinted in my mind. I think, maybe, I love bamboo in my hometown. Love its tall and straight, its evergreen seasons, but also love its perseverance.

I love my hometown. My hometown is in a small city, where winter is very special. There is no softness in spring, no heat in summer, no coolness in autumn, only a vast expanse of whiteness. Laughing at God and throwing cream everywhere.

I love my hometown, although the fog in my hometown is not as spectacular and beautiful as the fog in Emei Mountain. Not as thick and unpredictable as the fog in Huangshan Mountain. However, my favorite is the fog in my hometown.

I love my hometown, and the winding stream is one of the special landscapes of my hometown. She is like a slim and elegant lady in plain clothes, lying on the grass and resting.

I love my hometown, with picturesque scenery, trees and flowers 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!

I love my hometown. 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.

I love my hometown. In my hometown, willow is not only the most common tree, but also a very easy tree to grow. Under a willow tree, especially an ancient weeping willow, it is often a good place for people to take a nap in the country. The weeping willows slowly blow away the most annoying flies on earth for you.

I love my hometown, although my hometown is not a famous tourist attraction, and there are no beautiful green hills and spectacular waterfalls. However, there is a small river. I love my hometown deeply, and I love that river even more.

I love my hometown. In the cold winter, the stream freezes, without the old songs. The earth seems to have put on a silvery white pajamas and slept peacefully. The earth is as white as endless cotton. Look, listen, how beautiful the streams in my hometown are!

I love my hometown. After winter, spring came to the earth with light steps. We met everywhere and put on spring clothes. Today, I invited some friends to enjoy Springfield in my hometown.

I love my hometown. The geese flew south, and the insects active in the fields and grass disappeared. As a result, my hometown entered the snowy winter. White snow flowers are flying all over the sky, and the earth is covered with silver. Wan Li has the beautiful scenery of the northern country with thousands of miles of frozen snow, which makes people feel infinitely attached.

I love my hometown. The stream in my hometown is crystal clear. The stream in my hometown is crystal clear. In spring, weeping willows on one side of the stream have sprouted, and citrus reticulata on the other side has put on new clothes. Birds are chirping in the stream in my hometown. The stream is crystal clear at night, and our family walks on the bridge. This time reminds me of the stream in my hometown.

I love my hometown. There are flat rice fields in the countryside where cattle work. Although this yellow cow is not as beautiful as the black-and-white cow in Dutch pasture, it is hardworking, just like the people in his hometown.