I grew up in the embrace of mountains. I still remember that the mountains near my home are covered with pine shirts and bamboos, and there are thousands of miscellaneous trees. When the mountain wind blows, it is thick green, and a tree is dancing like a twisted body!
The mountain black in the distance of the house is like iron, like a giant, like an iron tower, like a sword, and the peaks are listed in different forms, which is very spectacular.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a crystal clear stream, jumping and singing, which is really comparable to "there are rivers in the forest and wild flowers on the shore". The stream flows down from a height and hits the rocks beside the road, splashing like flying beads rolling jade. There are some grotesque stones in the mountains, such as: stone monks chanting, dogs pointing, and some nameless stones waiting for you to name!
This is my beautiful hometown. I love my hometown.
Spring:
In February and March of spring, the light blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all came like people at the fair, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, so cute, so cute, also flew from the south.
Summer:
There are cliffs, steep walls, fountains and grasslands, but what is even weirder is the sparkling ice lake. The bottom of the lake is blue, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the lake. In the evening, when the sunset glow disappears, you set up a tent on the grass by the lake, raise a pile of yellow fire, watch the stars in the ice lake in Ming Che, and watch the snow-capped mountains dyed red by yellow fire, and forget the heat of summer, as if you were in a mythical world.
Autumn:
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old trees stand gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.
Winter:
The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene. Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad. But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.