I love my hometown
My hometown is an inconspicuous small village. It does not have the prosperity and noise of the city, nor the high-rise buildings and beautiful and dazzling buildings in the city. There are neon lights and no traffic lights to indicate the passage of vehicles. But there is a joy and sweetness that everyone can enjoy.
Whenever the spring flowers on the field ridges bloom in clusters, the willows in the village branch out. When germination begins, we run like doves in the vast expanse of fields, or lie on the soft soil, watching the return of swallows, listening to the singing of birds, and hearing the shouts of wheat seedlings jointing in our ears. In the rows and rows of fields, there are people The cheerful conversation and the sound of the hoe stroking the land. We were wild, and from time to time, the adults would call out affectionately
"Slow down, don't hurt the grass."
< p>On the summer solstice, the fragrance of locust trees fills the whole village, and our clear laughter ripples under every locust tree. Cicadas chirp and frogs chirp endlessly, and unknown dogs stick out their tongues and squat at the door of their owners. Strangers passing by did not bother to call out. At night, the cicadas had rested, the dogs had gone to sleep, and only the frogs were croaking tirelessly. The adults walked out of the house in twos and threes, waving cattail fans and gathered in a group, chatting and laughing, and we children were not willing to be lonely. , spread a mat and lie on it, counting the stars, comparing which star is the brightest, and taking turns telling fairy tales. It wasn’t until the adults got sleepy and called us to go home together that our story was over.Autumn is the busiest season of the year. Every ear is heavy. When the wind blows, there is laughter everywhere. The roar of the machine, the sound of grain jumping on the machine, and the shouts of children are all mixed together. It's extremely lively.
It's the middle of winter, snowflakes are falling, the smooth streets and alleys, the patchwork roofs, and the branches of uneven thickness are all covered in silver. At this time, we are even more excited and learning Sweeping and gathering them like an adult, turning piles of snow into weird-shaped snowmen, majestic Spider-Man, or into big snowballs rolling around on the ground. At this time, you will feel that the winter here is more beautiful.
I love my hometown. Here are my friends who go to school in the morning and go home in the evening, as well as my parents who love me. This is my memory. Cradle.
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