A composition about life in my hometown

Happy Hometown

One morning when the mist drifted away, I walked home on a quiet country road. As soon as I arrived behind the school, my hometown shrouded in the morning mist was looming. After a while, the big fireball rising in the sky shed the first ray of golden light. Everything around is covered with golden gauze, and the solar water heaters on the roof are like treasure chests, surrounded by colorful lights. Now! Rows of neat glazed tiles began to show off her gorgeous clothes and enlarge her sweet and happy smile, ha! My hometown is so beautiful. How I wish I was a painter and could paint this morning color and mood in detail.

The sound of gurgling water led me to the river. The water was so clear. I gently picked her up with my hands and sprinkled it on my face. It was soft, soft and smooth. ah! It was so comfortable that I couldn't help but take two handfuls and drink it into my mouth. It was so sweet and mellow, like the nectar of a fairyland. The cute fish are playing in groups in the river facing the rising sun. They are enjoying a happy life in the colorful world.

A breeze blew across the seedlings, and the young seedlings sang a cheerful song. The sweet singing pulled my eyes towards the river. Green sea! A green world, it looks so green and delicate if you look closely. No wonder, only such pure river water can breed such tender green crops.

My thoughts wandered. My hometown before the 1970s and 1980s was incomparable to the present. The river was turbid and smelly, and there were piles of garbage beside the river. Passers-by would say: "Dirty, smelly." None of the friends were willing to come to the river to play. It was difficult to see small animals in the river. In addition, farmers were deforestation and clearing wasteland. The mountains that were originally covered with pine trees gradually withered, aged, and died. After heavy rains, there are floods. Crops are washed away and houses are destroyed. Farmers plant more crops but harvest less. It is common for farmers not to have enough to eat or wear warm clothes.

In 2001, Huaning County *** sent the next batch of village party secretaries from the county and assigned them to various village committees. After our new party secretary took office, we took the reclaimed barren hills back to the collective and contracted them to farmers to plant oil trees by subsidizing farmers' efforts. Several years have passed, and the mountains are full of life again. Listen, her breathing, accompanied by the trumpet of the eucalyptus pruners, echoes throughout the countryside.

Listening to the smell of the harvest, I walked back to my happy home wrapped in the warm sunshine. My hometown, a 600-word essay

My hometown is located at the foot of Taihang Mountain, and a small stream flows by the village.

From a distance, the creek looks like a silver ribbon, slowly flowing eastward; when you look closer, you can see that the creek is crystal clear, with small fish and shrimp swimming freely in the water. Swim away.

The cypresses on the mountains on both sides of the bank are evergreen all year round.

My hometown is like a big park, with endless beautiful scenery all year round.

In spring, the winter jasmine on the mountain, the peach blossoms and pear blossoms in the orchard... all bloom according to the season.

Looking from a distance, the hillside is red, yellow, white... colorful and extremely beautiful.

All kinds of flowers cover the hillside. If you get closer and smell it, the fragrance of the flowers is intoxicating. From time to time, there are a few bees collecting nectar among the flowers.

Farmers are working in the endless wheat fields, which adds vitality to spring.

Summer is here, and the little ducks are swimming happily in the river, diving underwater to hunt for food from time to time.

Boats come and go on the river, traveling back and forth.

When the adults were not paying attention, the children secretly jumped into the river to fish and catch shrimps. They were very happy.

In the evening, every household brings the food to the stone table in front of the door, sits on a stool, and eats in the open air.

The red clouds in the sky, the evening breeze, and the birds flying overhead are all their friends.

Together with the country people, they painted a natural and harmonious pastoral landscape painting.

Autumn is here, and the cool air is refreshing.

In the orchard on the bank of the river, there is a scene of harvest.

The branches are covered with golden pears, red apples, and persimmons like small lanterns.

The autumn wind blows, and the ripe fruits dance with the wind, sending bursts of charming fragrance.

The farmer uncle is busy walking into the orchard to pick the fruits of the harvest.

They carefully picked the fruits, put them in packing boxes, loaded them on tricycles, and transported them to the city, so that people in the city could share the joy of the harvest.

Winter is here, and the white snowflakes are falling.

There is snow everywhere on the hillsides, in the fields, on the roofs, and in the yards. The whole village seems to have entered a fairy tale world.

The children in the village were running wildly in the snow, some were making snowmen, and some were having snowball fights.

The adults also began to be busy at home. Some were cleaning, some were buying new year's goods, and some were getting together to discuss the big things for getting rich next year.

Although the weather is cold, everyone feels warm.

My hometown has a charming scenery no matter what time or season it is. I love my hometown! A 500-word essay on my hometown

My hometown is in Anqing, Anhui Province, where the scenery is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the climate is pleasant.

I grew up happily in this picturesque place.

When the spring flowers bloom, the front and back of the house seem to have been put on new clothes, giving it a lush green scene.

Various fruit trees are dotted with fresh leaf buds, bursting with vitality. The grass seems to have woken up, poking its head out of the soft soil, and morning glories are also growing. Flower buds have appeared, waiting for the opportunity to bloom.

In midsummer, the trees are greener, the branches are luxuriant, the grass is thicker, the flowers are more colorful, and they are crowded together.

In the early morning, when I opened the window, the crystal clear dewdrops sparkled under the rising sun, blinking like the eyes of a naughty child, as if teasing me.

At noon, the sun seemed to be angry. It tried its best to heat the earth, and the grass also hung its head. The heat wave hit, and I was sweating profusely. It was so hot! During the autumn harvest season, the fruit trees are ripe, with red apples, yellow grapefruits, and green cherries hanging all over the branches. The heavy branches seem to be waving to us in the autumn wind.

We picked a few fruits and sat at the bottom of the tree with our backs to the tree and tasted them with relish. They were so sweet, sweet to the bottom of our hearts.

The autumn wind is coming, and a few fallen leaves are swaying and dancing in the wind... In winter, my hometown is covered with white snow, like a thick white carpet. Looking around, it is covered in silver and beautiful.

I was so excited that I ran to the snow and built snowmen, had snowball fights, set off fireworks, played with firecrackers, jumped and made noise with my dad, mom and grandma. I was so happy! This is my hometown. I enjoy the four distinct seasons. I love my hometown! A 200-word essay on my hometown...

My hometown is a city with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the whole city is full of green atmosphere.

The trees with lush green leaves in the green belts in the middle of the long road look so vibrant, and they stand solemnly like soldiers.

The emerald green branches and leaves shine under the sunlight, they are so fresh and dazzling green.

The breeze blows through the leaves and stirs up waves of green, which is very beautiful.

The flowers, plants, bees, and butterflies beside the tree all gather together like a market to form a beautiful scenery of Cixi.

In spring, the river in front of my house is crystal clear and sparkling, like a mirror.

Lively and cute little fish are playing in the water, as if they are playing hide and seek.

The grass on the side is green, with its young green leaves stretching out.

Big trees stand upright behind the house, standing there with dignity like a soldier.

Children are playing under a century-old tree.

The farmer uncle is busy transplanting rice seedlings to prepare for the autumn harvest.

In summer, the pomegranate flowers bloom on the roadside, and the lotus flowers in the pond are also competing to bloom.

When the fiery sun rises, the lotus flowers and dewdrops are reflected in fiery red.

A gust of wind blew by, and a smile appeared on the farmer's uncle's face.

In autumn, the rice is golden and golden, with the hard work of the farmer's uncle gathered in it. The farmer's uncle is harvesting the rice happily.

The mountain is even more lively, look! The apple forest is blazing red. After crossing the apple forest, we come to the orange forest. The oranges are golden, red dates, grapes... a scene of abundant harvest.

In winter, the wind is biting.

The ground is covered with layers of snow, but my hometown is still beautiful.

The snowflakes are still falling, and I can't help but think of: "Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.

"I praise the beauty of my hometown, because in What a beautiful hometown in my eyes, a kind word; hometown, a warm home; hometown, an elegant place.

Place.

It can’t compare to the warmth of home.

My hometown is surrounded by green fields, and people are very busy every day.

In the fields, in spring, there are tall greenhouse iron frames everywhere, like a small tribe; in summer, when the plastic greenhouses are removed, they are full of green melon branches and golden melons; in autumn, There is a mature atmosphere in the village, the fields are golden when you look at it, and everyone in the village is smiling and blooming; in winter, heavy snow falls, and the village is dressed in a snow-white cotton-padded jacket.

The fields are even more beautiful. Snowflakes fall on the fields, making the fields look particularly beautiful and vast.

My hometown has beautiful scenery in different seasons, which intoxicates my heart.

Let me immerse myself in the beautiful scenery all year round.

It’s true that “if you are lucky, you will know it early”.

I love my hometown because its beauty intoxicates me and because it gave birth to me.

Because it educated me.

I love my hometown, it is a fertile land for educating people, and it is also a pure land for educating people; in my heart, it has many unique features that cannot be compared with places of interest. My hometown essay 300 words

1. I praise the beauty of my hometown, because in my eyes, what a beautiful hometown, a kind word; hometown, a warm home; hometown, an elegant place.

Place.

It can’t compare to the warmth of home.

My hometown is surrounded by green fields, and people are very busy every day.

In the fields, in spring, there are tall greenhouse iron frames everywhere, like a small tribe; in summer, when the plastic greenhouses are removed, they are full of green melon branches and golden melons; in autumn, There is a mature atmosphere in the village, the fields are golden when you look at it, and everyone in the village is smiling and blooming; in winter, heavy snow falls, and the village is dressed in a snow-white cotton-padded jacket.

The fields are even more beautiful. Snowflakes fall on the fields, making the fields look particularly beautiful and vast.

My hometown has beautiful scenery in different seasons, which intoxicates my heart.

Let me immerse myself in the beautiful scenery all year round.

It’s true that “if you are lucky, you will know it early”.

I love my hometown because its beauty intoxicates me and because it gave birth to me.

Because it educated me.

I love my hometown, it is a fertile land for educating people, and it is also a pure land for educating people; in my heart, it has many unique features that cannot be compared with places of interest.

2. I love the beautiful scenery of my hometown. My hometown is on the edge of the Yangtze River. Therefore, I especially love the beautiful scenery of my hometown-the mountains and the Yangtze River.

The mountains in my hometown are so united. They stand next to each other and no one is separated. They are united and friendly like friends. The mountains in my hometown are so strange. They are not one peak alone, nor are they three or five. The peaks echo each other, but they are endless and winding; the mountains in my hometown are so green, like a green barrier, like the green of the new grass, which makes people feel relaxed and happy after looking at it.

When it rains, the mountains in my hometown are shadowy, as if a fair lady is shyly holding a white gauze scarf to cover her pretty face like a flower.

After it rains, these mountains appear very clear, as if every plant and tree on the mountain can be seen.

Looking from a distance, the green color of the mountains makes people feel particularly comfortable.

The Yangtze River is no less impressive.

The water of the Yangtze River is so quiet, as quiet as an unpolished mirror; the water of the Yangtze River is so green, as green as a piece of flawless emerald; the water of the Yangtze River is so beautiful, with beauty everywhere. Features that make people never tire of it.

In the early morning, when you are sailing on the Yangtze River by boat, you will find a thin layer of mist on the river, like a layer of gauze, making people feel like they have entered a paradise.

Although there are no places of interest in my hometown and some scenic spots are not as beautiful, it can still be said that "the boat is sailing on the blue waves, and people are swimming in the middle of the painting."

"3. When spring comes, spring My sister sprinkled the spring rain to make the bamboo shoots sprout; my sister made the flowers bloom; my sister made the grass turn from withered yellow to green... Everything is so beautiful, and the beauty of spring makes everyone unable to bear it. I want to praise her, but there is a golden dam with beautiful mountains and clear waters under the colorful clouds. The most beautiful time is in late winter. At this time, you can look at the sea of ​​golden flowers in the clouds and mist, which is so beautiful that people can't stop praising it.

That is my hometown-Luoping! Every year when the cauliflower is at its peak, there is a cauliflower festival here. The wonderful performances of the cauliflower festival and the beautiful scenery of Bazi attract tourists from all directions. In my hometown, around the time of the cauliflower festival, golden rapeseed flowers bloom everywhere. From one side, it looks like the sea shrouded in the early morning glow. It is an endless golden yellow, and the land is undulating like the rising tide in the sea.

When the wind blows, the cauliflower starts to roll, just like the tide "sails" towards the shore. Isn't that just a yellow flower tide? This charming scenery is obviously an extremely beautiful painting. No matter where you stand, you can see the beautiful golden color.

If you are closer, you can see some bees collecting pollen on the flowers and making that beautiful buzzing music.

In addition to these, before you know it, you merge into this sea of ​​yellow flowers, listen to the wonderful music, and watch the performances of the "Butohists" or "musicians" in the sea of ​​flowers, At that time, I seemed to have become a cauliflower! In addition to the beautiful cauliflower, my hometown also has that magical fog, which is also intoxicating.

When you wake up in the morning and open the window, a fragrance flows in. Everything in front of you is white. The whole earth is like heaven. Even the sun that is about to rise is fogged by this magical " "Magician" becomes looming, which is beautiful.

Slowly the fog got bigger and bigger, and we couldn’t even see our fingers. We couldn’t even see clearly the people coming towards us, as if the fog was conjured by the magical magician.

The fog seems to have transformed us into the ocean. The buildings are small piles of rocks in the ocean, and the cars and people are like fish.

If it weren’t for the lights and horns of cars, we would have thought we were in a fairy mirror. My hometown composition

Hangzhou, my hometown---the "hometown" known as "paradise", the West Lake there is well-deserved.

Su Dongpo's "Drinking on the Lake at First Sunny and Later Rain" can be said to be the first poem describing the West Lake: The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

"It is better when the water is shining and clear."

Look, the West Lake is clear on a sunny day. The sky is clear. The sun shines on the lake like gold. The lake water ripples like a piece of golden wheat, shaking its golden hands in the breeze. , say to us: "Hello!"

People living by the West Lake were walking with beautiful smiles on their faces, and their hearts were caught by those pairs of little hands.

"The color of the mountain is also strange when it is empty and covered with rain."

You see, the West Lake is even more beautiful on a rainy day. The rain is like smoke but not smoke, like mist but not mist, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, and suddenly the West Lake plays a beautiful song.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Standing in the small pavilion by the lake, the rain is like a crystal curtain, just waiting for someone to open it.

"If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup."

The West Lake is like a beautiful Xizi. Every lotus in the West Lake is the incarnation of the Xizi. They are born from the mud but not stained. They are white, elegant, graceful and graceful.

Xizi, Xizi, you are a moving legend, you are a beautiful myth, you are the embodiment of beauty in folklore.

The beautiful West Lake is my beautiful hometown. I love the beautiful West Lake even more than my beautiful hometown - Hangzhou. Composition about hometown

My hometown My hometown - Baoji, is located at both ends of the Guanzhong Plain.

The Qinling Mountains are its southern barrier, surrounded by mountains, and the Wei River flows through the middle of the city.

From the information I checked, I know that its total area is 18,202 square kilometers and its population is 3.72 million. In 1994, it was named "National Advanced City for Landscaping and Greening.

" In 1995 It was rated as a "National Sanitary City.

" In 2005, it once again won the honorable titles of "National Sanitary City" and "National Environmental Protection Model City".

I am so proud of my hometown! Baoji is an ancient place of Emperor Yan and the birthplace of Qin culture.

The rituals and music of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the laws of the Qin and Han Dynasties, the majestic style of the Tang Dynasty, and the charm of the Song Dynasty have left rich and vivid imprints on this land.

With a profound history, prosperous cultural relics, dotted cultural landscapes, and unique natural scenery, my hometown is truly an ancient and modern city.

Here is the famous Famen Temple at home and abroad; the mausoleum of our ancestor Shennong - Emperor Yan; the mausoleum of King Qin; the national Taibai Forest Park; and the fishing site of Taigong Jiang Ziya - Diaoyutai.

Every year, many domestic and foreign tourists come to worship the Sakyamuni Buddha, the founder of Shennong and Buddhism. The scene is grand, spectacular and lively.

Today's Baoji roads are wide and lined with high-rise buildings. There are many trees and flowers planted on the roadside. There are even many bonsais placed on both sides of each bridge. They are brightly colored and pleasing to the eye.

Especially at night, neon lights flash in the streets and alleys, and the city is like a beautiful big garden.

In major supermarkets and bazaars, you can’t get enough of all the clothes, products, and food.

From early morning to dusk, there is a sea of ​​people and a surging crowd. The smiling faces of everyone are enough to show people's happiness and contentment.

The biggest change in my hometown is the complete transformation of the river beach that used to be overgrown with weeds.

The Weihe Park was built on the Weihe River. It is really "the red brick paths are like blood vessels, and the high pole lanterns are like the moon hanging".

There is also a beautiful beach lined with greenery. People come here every morning to do morning exercises and take a walk in the evening to enjoy life.

When the Wei River is dammed and impounded, there are many wild ducks on the clear and calm water from time to time, chasing each other and playing happily in the water.

There are also water parks and artificial waterfalls built on the Wei River.

Whenever the bright sunshine shines on the river, the buildings on both sides of the river are reflected in the water, which is really beautiful.

When you walk on the bridge, you will linger and go back and forth, feeling relaxed and happy.

My hometown has two forest belts and one piece of water.

The city is in the water, the water is in the city, the mountains are clear all year round, and the green shade is like a canopy. It is really an ecological garden city surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The mountains in my hometown are lovely, the water in my hometown is lovely, and the people in my hometown are even more lovely.

Lovely hometown, lovely hometown people.

I love you. Everyone has a hometown, and I am no exception.

My hometown is beautiful! The magnificent sea, the mirror-level West Lake...these scenery are intoxicating, but the water in my hometown is more beautiful than all of them! The water in my hometown is so quiet! It’s so quiet that you can’t feel it flowing; the water in my hometown is so clear! It is so clear that you can see the sand and gravel on the bottom of the river; the water in my hometown is so green! ; Green as if it were a piece of flawless emerald! The majestic Mount Tai, the red leaves like fire on the Fragrant Mountain...these scenery are unforgettable, but the mountains in my hometown are more beautiful than all of them! The mountains in my hometown are so amazing! One after another rises from the ground, like an old man, like a giant elephant, like a camel, and there are many strange peaks in various shapes; the mountains in my hometown are so beautiful! Like a green barrier, like new bamboo shoots, the colors are bright and reflected in the water; the mountains in my hometown are so dangerous! The dangerous peaks stand tall and the rocks are jagged, as if they will fall over if they are not careful.

The charming and beautiful Jolin Tsai, the loud-singing Sun Yat-sen... these characters are hard to put down, but the people in my hometown are better than these people! The girls in my hometown are as beautiful as flowers, and the boys in my hometown are handsome and unrestrained. These are all physical beauty.

But this is not enough! People in my hometown have a kind heart.

They know how to help others and care about others.

How is it? My hometown is indeed beautiful! There is something even more beautiful! Even though I use the most beautiful language and the most beautiful poems, I can’t describe it. It’s better for you to come and appreciate it in person! Beautiful hometown - I love you essay introducing my hometown

My hometown is a beautiful small town, surrounded by mountains and beautiful scenery. A clear river runs through the city, nurturing this area of ​​water and soil. .

The mountains in my hometown are beautiful, whether in spring or winter, they are always so charming.

In spring, the trees on the mountain sprout little buds, the grass pokes out from the arms of Mother Earth, and the wild flowers bloom in colorful colors.

In the morning, fog floats in the air, the mountains seem to be covered with a layer of gauze, and the surrounding scenery is hazy, like a fairyland in a fairy tale.

In summer, the trees grow more lush, and the dense branches and leaves stretch out in all directions. The entire forest is like a huge tent, and the cute birds sing loudly in the forest, as if it has become a world of music.

Autumn is a golden world. The fallen leaves sing songs and float down from the trees, paving golden paths. The pine cones also fall from the trees, waiting to sprout next year! In winter, if it snows, the whole mountain seems to be covered with snow-white quilts, entering a sweet dreamland, waiting for the spring girl to wake it up.

I love my beautiful hometown! My hometown essay 200 words

My hometown I love my hometown full of laughter and laughter.

In spring, Sister Liushu took off her white dress and put on a green wedding dress.

The naughty little grass brother stuck out his little head, and the little flower sister showed her white cheeks.

The farmer uncle is working hard and sowing seeds in the fields.

We children are playing on the lawn.

The bird seemed to be attracted and sang loudly.

It left a beautiful echo in that beautiful countryside.

In summer, the stream flows loudly.

We children were playing by the river.

The adults chatted under the shade of the trees.

The cicadas were shouting, as if to say: "It's so hot, it's so hot!" The little bird flew freely and happily in the sky.

I left wonderful memories in that beautiful field.

In autumn, the maple tree sheds its red leaves, as if welcoming a good harvest.

The little flower is going to say goodbye to its brothers and sisters.

The farmer uncle is reaping the fruits of his labor in the fields of hope.

We are helping the farmer uncle with his work.

Birds flock to say goodbye to everything here.

A beautiful farewell was left in the field full of laughter.

In winter, heavy snow fell one after another.

We played happily on the path.

All the plants succumbed, and only the holly tree stood proudly in the wind and snow.

Most animals are hibernating.

In this secluded winter, Sister Dong’s footprints were left behind.

I love my hometown. An essay entitled "My Hometown"

My hometown has no places of interest, no bustling cities, and no stormy sea.

But I still love my hometown deeply.

There are dense woods here, as well as colorful wild flowers and tenacious grasses.

Rows of houses can be seen everywhere, with uneven heights, like winding and undulating waves.

With the arrival of spring, the scenery in my hometown is particularly beautiful.

The grass stretched, yawned, and emerged from the soil, and new buds sprouted from the leaves.

At this time, the cute swallows flew back from a distance, chirping under the eaves of a house, as if to say: "This is a good place, let's make a home here!" Er blinked his big, watery eyes and looked at everything in the world curiously.

The children took off their thick cotton-padded jackets and played on the grass to their heart's content: singing and dancing, as happy as a group of free birds.

When the hot summer comes, the green watermelon will make people drool.

At this time, the children came to the creek, took off their sandals, and dipped their feet in the river. The clear river water made us forget the heat.

In the golden autumn season, pomegranates hang like red lanterns on the treetops.

The autumn wind blows by, and the rice has layers of golden waves, which is particularly beautiful.

This season is the busiest time for adults: harvesting rice and cotton. Although they are exhausted and out of breath, the joy of harvest is still on their faces.

In winter, the earth is covered with a thick quilt.

The friends had endless fun chasing each other in the snow, building snowmen, and having snowball fights! I love my hometown, this beautiful and simple hometown! My hometown is a small town with beautiful scenery and green trees.

In spring, the branches take out their green branches, the grass opens its eyes lazily, and the flowers are in full bloom, red, blue, yellow, purple, all kinds of strange and colorful.

The flowers emit bursts of intoxicating fragrance, attracting a large group of butterflies. The butterflies dance in the air. What a beautiful scene! Summer is here, the leaves are greener, and we go fishing in the river. The trees look like warriors.

The flowers are also more fragrant and attractive.

The lotus flowers are also blooming. The lotus leaves are green and the lotus flowers are light pink. They are so beautiful! We children like to go to the lotus pond to pick lotus roots and eat them. Fish are swimming in groups in the water. As soon as we catch them, they are "jumping around". It's so pitiful to see them begging! In autumn, wild geese fly south, sometimes forming a herringbone formation, and sometimes forming a straight line.

The sky is blue, and there is a golden scene under the sky. The wheat is yellow, and the leaves are also yellow. One by one, the leaves leave the arms of the big tree mother and "travel" alone.

The farmer uncles are happy and busy during this season, because the wheat cultivated by their hard work has matured, and they are all busy cutting it! Winter is here, and snowflakes fall from the sky to the ground. The whole world is white. The snowflakes are flower-shaped and white. When you pinch them in your hands, they melt into small crystal water drops.

My hometown is so beautiful, I love my hometown!

People say that nostalgia is always unforgettable.

Yes, nostalgia is an ancient and deep song, which always plays the melody of love in my heart.

The winding loess paths in my hometown, the yellow flowers beside the river, the honest and kind villagers... Everything about my hometown is concentrated in my hometown love song.

Maybe it’s the whining leaf flute, maybe it’s the whispering purple swallow, no, it’s the faint yellow flowers in my hometown, which affects many of my dreams of returning home.

My hometown is a small village, with a small river flowing in front of the village.

Before spring, the river bank slopes will be covered with yellow flowers, one after another, one after another.

The color is light, but it looks so gorgeous.

They bloom on the wasteland, hiding among the weeds, poking their heads towards people mischievously, and what a wonderful world is contained in the yellow flowers! This is another natural "pasture". The branches and leaves of the yellow flowers are rich pasture. The cattle and sheep that people feed are grazed here, so people like it here more and like the yellow flowers here.

At that time, life in the small village was as plain and quiet as the clear river water.

After people finished their work, they sat on the loess in front of each house, shook the banana fan, and told ancient and distant stories, and the stories were always the Eight Immortals, the Heavenly Palace... Several years have passed. , is the small village still so beautiful? Are the yellow flowers on the river bank still so bright? In the rippling spring season, I left the noisy urban area and returned to my hometown, which I miss day and night.

The car took me to the streets of the village.

I was surprised to find that the winding loess paths in my memory had been replaced by wide roads; the low and dilapidated houses on both sides of the road disappeared and were replaced by new tile-roofed houses. , both sides of the street are filled with ornamental trees, and there is a flower bed not far away every other. Although it is not big, the green branches, green leaves, and colorful colors add infinite vitality to the countryside.

Changed, the small village has changed greatly.

I sighed like this and walked into my second uncle's house.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I received a warm welcome: chickens, ducks, and geese played a unique "welcome song" unique to farmers, and the little yellow dog waggled its tail happily.

At this time, the second aunt walked out of the house and shouted in surprise: "Chao'er, you're on vacation, why didn't you call me when you came back?" As she said this, she pulled me into the house. Another gust of wind brought out two plates of yellow and orange apricots.

When I looked at my second aunt, I really couldn’t imagine that my second aunt, who used to be taciturn, could now speak and act so neatly.

I asked: "Aunt, where is my second uncle?" "He, he went to the factory early and was so busy that he didn't even care about his own responsibilities.

Oh, Now we have set up an agricultural and sideline food processing factory, and your second uncle is still a consultant!" The second aunt smiled, her brows filled with joy.

In the evening, the countryside was darkened, and the children were sitting at home watching TV. The adults gathered together to talk about the exciting things, but the topic was no longer the Eight Immortals, but how. Make the countryside more beautiful and life richer... The night in my hometown is so intoxicating. I am not tired at all, so I go out quickly to look for the river in my memory and the yellow flowers in my dream.

Unknowingly, we came to a construction site covered with gravel. It was brightly lit and piled with wood. It was obviously a high-rise building under construction.

I suddenly remembered, isn’t this the place where the clear river flows? Aren’t the yellow flowers that have lingered in my dreams blooming here? Where did it go? Where have the beautiful rivers and yellow flowers gone? I hurriedly asked the old man who was looking after the construction site. He pointed at the construction site, with a bright smile on his face, and said: "What is under construction is the cultural center of the village, which was built by everyone raising funds.

You The small river I mentioned was diverted to build a beautiful small lake; there are still wild flowers, but we can’t miss important things because of this..." I couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy in my heart.

But looking at the bright lights on the construction site and the bright smile on the old man’s face, I suddenly thought that when the cultural center was built here, the lights would be shining at night. Aren’t the windows just beautiful yellow flowers? ah! The yellow flowers in my hometown, a note that will never disappear in my hometown’s love song

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