I love my hometown, Dachenzhuang, a 450-word composition for fifth grade

I love my hometown. Every scene and thing in my hometown is so beautiful!

In spring, everything revives, and the grass pokes its little head out of the arms of Mother Earth. Roses, daffodils, plum blossoms, etc. bloomed with smiles and were full of vitality. My friends and I were playing and having fun in the rice fields, and we were so happy!

In summer, the big trees were lush and green, and the weather was getting hotter. Cicadas were "knowing, knowing, knowing" on the trees. shouted. Although the weather is very hot, it does not prevent us from enjoying this crazy summer. Two friends and I took the nets we used to catch cicadas and skipped happily all the way to a place with many trees. The "cicada" sounds seemed to be a provocation to us, which made us full of fighting spirit. At the end of the day, the bag was filled with cicadas, which was a symbol of our victory.

In autumn, standing in the distance and looking at it, it is an alluring golden color. Almost all the men in the village are busy harvesting the fruits of their year's labor in the fields. The sickle in his hand danced in waves, like a cheerful dance. Under the golden sun, feeling the golden sunshine and looking at the golden fruits, we are so satisfied.

In winter, the village enjoys its sleep quietly under the white quilt made of snowflakes. In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines into our village, several of our friends are busy making the snow on our hands into the shape we need. After completion, we pile up the things we have made together. snowman. Arms made of wooden sticks, eyes made of charcoal, and ears made of carrots? They are all representatives of our happiness.