My hometown is in the countryside, and the beautiful scenery in the countryside is dotted with beauty. In particular, the extent of the decline is naturally dazzling.
Mature atmosphere, garden, exudes attractive fragrance. The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiles and very happy. Pears are golden, golden and shiny, with green between smiling faces. Small green vegetables grow here in clusters, among which a pile of green is about to drip, covering the garden like a green carpet. What's more, the meeting was held in the garden: the garden was golden, occasionally dotted with a little green and lovely harmony. The trees are covered with gold, the breeze blows gently, the yellow leaves are fluttering, and only butterflies dance with the wind.
Walking in the garden, the whole garden is beautiful. Look, elegant and noble white flowers, warm purple flowers, and yellow communication that blooms in autumn.
Of course, in the autumn of the family, fog is the most charming and popular with the youngest children. Every morning, the misty world, misty mountains and seas, and rolling mountains, such as Penglai, are fascinating. The occasional kitchen smoke around a farmhouse, the fragrance of the wind in the cloud breakfast and the meaning of the morning fog constitute a harmonious and charming picture.
As long as there is fog, the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers at home and the mirage in my heart are integrated. No matter when, no matter how far away, where they live, the hometown of autumn is always hazy, in my life.
Autumn in my hometown is a windy world and a paradise for rain. In the autumn morning, the breeze sings. Send dew. Send a cool autumn, and learn to erase the remaining hot summer days from the hot summer days and white clouds. Rain is the most unusual, as fine as ox hair, as thick as twill, as shiny as a needle. It doesn't matter how much "sneak into the night wind and moisten things quietly" The arrival of autumn rain at home. Autumn always has the first signs. Autumn rain fell silently on the ground. Autumn is harmonious. It took away the long summer drought and brought the long-awaited wetness and coolness. I like autumn rain.
Autumn in my hometown! As long as you come, I can't say how happy I am. It can only be summarized by a great poet's poem "Poetry and literature are crazy".
I love my hometown, and I love the intoxicating autumn in my hometown.
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Every corner of the old class life shines with the noise of virtual cities. Once back in the soil, it also reveals the hometown of the local accent, and even every pore awakens the stretching notes.
When I pass the first light of Didi Cui, I flow into the window lattice and fly with my heart.
A few minutes later, we rummaged through the closet and lined the coat. The high school children made me close-fitting clothes and opened the painted wooden door. Light footsteps, the squeak we made when we stepped on the dirt in the old house, made the bid. Oh! At every exciting moment, my feet will stretch.
I heard dogs barking at dawn in the street, roosters crowing at dawn, the stone bridge in the village, the cobblestone street, the big door and the silent ancient locust tree, all of which made me feel warm and comfortable at home, even though my grandmother sitting in front called my nickname. The wind stopped, lazily shining the streets of Liming Village, the curled roofs, the hens leisurely foraging in the streets, and a little sunshine into the room. Two birds were on the roof, and plumes of smoke drifted into the air from the side, becoming a little distant fog. The height was not so clear, blue, pale and far away. ......
At the end of the path, the trees are in full bloom, and the affection in May is covered with mountains. A small group of ivory flowers are wrapped in acacia trees, and the unique thick branches are picked into pavilions, decorating the eaves of every household, and they like the farmers with beautiful and simple smiles on this land best. At this time, I felt that when I was studying in the garden, I often stopped a few acacia trees foolishly. In fact, it is a hard urban reinforced concrete bonsai. Huaihua children are at home. If you want to smell the fragrance, just use it on your skin and eyes. I don't know. Half-open and half-ashamed, Huai Rui got the bee drunk, and the bee got hot, and opened the kind and thorough shame bag. Let every cell in me exude a faint rainbow breath.
In spring and summer, the hills and slopes at the foot of Mengshan Mountain are covered with undulating wheat. Wheat always has a stubborn golden yellow feeling embedded in the emotional cells of China people. It seems to herald harvest and hope, show sweat, and connect with men's homesickness. Everyone comes to the city, as if wheat is far away from the land of Beiqing. Then, you are in Mengshan in spring and summer! Standing on the high, uplifted, vertical hillside, your eyes are protruding, Mr. Green, which is the most spectacular natural roar before harvest, full of gurgling pulses of life in loess. When the roaring mountain wind swishes along Mengshan Mountain, it will make you feel that life is the broadest and truly vigorous development! There is a cornfield, and so on. I really want to make up the dots on the wheat seedlings. ...
Often dream, wake up, the most lovely king of Iraq said?
Looking back on my virginity, I heard many stories with my tireless partners and children. I am in the loess bedroll field at the entrance of the ancient pagoda. I played too much water by the river in the village. Now I rushed to Micang Mountain at the entrance of the village and threw some stones on the bridge to play. Facing the vast mountains, they have a dream of climbing ... Now, their dreams cross each other, but they are also gentler and more vain. All innocence has lost its noisy death for many years ... Perhaps the only constant for couples who live far apart is the long homesickness, green ears of wheat and accent thrown in the soil. ......
Hometown is so touching, perhaps because it is the clearest and bluest place for everyone to make a living. My heart and the people Wang often cares about are calm outside the water. ...
Thinking of this, the shoes suddenly felt that the ground under their feet could not hold. Just take it off! Let this pair of roads that have experienced many feet return to our old house, the embrace of this soft soil.