Story poems about hometown skills.

My hometown is a beautiful and rich place. I think of my hometown-Kaiping. This makes me elated and I can't calm down for a long time. Driving school stores my naive childhood. Every mountain and stone there is my best friend. Spring has arrived. Oh, hey. Spring is really a wayward doll. It was a clear day in Wan Li just now, and in a blink of an eye. Wow! The sun was surrounded by Sister Yun, as if Sister Yun had angered the sky. Soon, the naughty doll grinned, and the Mao Mao rain like cow hair fell from the sky. Soon, summer came again. At night, I looked down at my feet and saw the green grass nodding slightly, and the dew on the leaves was rolling and crystal clear. In the grass, crickets are humming beautiful songs; Innocent frogs in the pond lie on the wide lotus leaves, shaking their heads and playing with crickets. Autumn comes again in a hurry. In the orchard, a string of purple grapes is crystal clear; The red apple blushes like a little girl who is afraid of meeting strangers; Pale yellow oranges reveal a naughty face; Pears in Huang Chengcheng are covered with branches, guarding the beautiful orchard like countless gourd dolls. Winter comes with wings. The biting cold wind roared past. Snowflakes are really picky children: some snowflakes are brown and fall on tiles; Some like silver gray, fell to the ground; Turned into a round little dew. How beautiful! My hometown has stored my happy childhood and left a deep impression on me. The beautiful scenery in my hometown brought us joy. Whenever I think of it, I can't help thinking of the happy time I spent in my hometown. Don't I love such a beautiful hometown?