The fragrant fruits in that orchard, the beautiful scenery on the hillside, and the never-ending stream are the mountains in my hometown. (end)
2. There are many scenic spots in my hometown, including Longtan Cave, the sea tower with fragrant melons and fruits, and Puwei with charming scenery ... but I like the mountains in my hometown best. (at the beginning)
Not long after, we reached the top of the mountain. Looking around, it turned out that Miyi was located in the mountain. I shouted loudly: "Obstacle … Obstacle … Obstacle …!" I only heard my echo in the mountains. I love my hometown, and I love the mountains in my hometown even more. (End)
Good sentence:
Standing here, it's really strange. The mountains have changed. Their shapes are very different from those seen from the plain or the middle of the mountain. They have become very layered, messy, magnificent and strange. Looking up, the mountain is the sky, and the sky is also a mountain. It seems that your nose can touch the mountain at any time.
I saw a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, and there were dozens of small stone peaks around it. A closer look shows that the giant peak is like the Monkey King holding a golden hoop, and those small peaks are like monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks. Look, the Monkey King is leading his children to kill the worse. Under the pale sky, the mountains are as black as iron, solemn and solemn. The red sun rises, and the peaks are dark blue. Then, the mist appeared, and the milky white yarn separated the heavy mountains, leaving only the blue peak, which was really like a landscape painting with refreshing brush and ink. After a while, the fog dispersed again, and the bare rock wall, steep stone, was dyed crimson by the glow of the sun, and gradually turned bronze, which set off the green trees and fields, making it look particularly magnificent.
A village and a paddy field can't be seen in the overlapping mountains. These mountains are like some drunken old people, one leaning against the other, who have been sleeping for tens of millions of years. No one dares to go deep into their hearts, even the adventurous hunter only goes to their feet, chasing goats, wild boar and birds running down the mountains and never climbing its summit.
There is nothing more charming than the green hills after a spring shower. The whole hillside is full of lush green. The mist that hasn't come to an end is like elegant silk, and it is wrapped around its waist. The sunlight turns the raindrops on each leaf into colorful pearls.
A sharp knife-like hill, carrying a few wisps of milky fog, in which a slender line is faintly visible.
This stone wall is like a skyscraper on its back, so high that it will collapse and threaten. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to be a huge black carpet hat buckled on the cliff, from which clusters of unknown wild flowers spring up from the rock wall.
The rain has changed the mood of the park. In the clouds in the northwest, there are distant mountains like ink painting, which is quite praised as "borrowing" in garden architecture.