Beauty lies in Bijiang, and beauty lies in 6 words in my hometown.

Spring comes, willows sprout, grass emerges from the soil, and geese fly in from the south. The pink

red peach blossoms also stick out their branches, and the trees on both sides of the Yellow River are dressed in green clothes, waving to people against the spring breeze.

In summer, the weather is getting better and better. Supermarkets, streets, and food markets are full of

watermelons and drinks. If you are thirsty, take a bite and drink it. If you are hot, wipe it and wash it. In the evening, many people

enjoy the cool outside, some tell stories, and some go to the theatre ...

In autumn, there are harvest scenes everywhere. The red sorghum raises its black, red and black face, as if it were. Farmers' uncles are harvesting and farming at the same time. Every family's courtyard seems to be filled with hills.

Winter comes, wintersweet and pine still hold their heads up and straighten their waists. After the heavy snow, some of us snowball and

some make snowmen, and everyone has a great time.

I love my hometown. I love the people who build it even more.