Prose is in my hometown Heze, Shandong.

My hometown is Heze, Shandong, where there are two most beautiful places. By the stream in the east of the village, the spring is bright and the flowers are in full bloom. The stream ushered in spring. In spring, the warm wind blows gently, and the golden and dazzling rape flowers on the left side of the stream sway with the wind, emitting intoxicating fragrance. The stream seems to smell it, and there is a happy stream flowing. The bird seems to smell it and spin happily. The weeping willows next to it seem to smell the breath of spring and slowly spit out the buds. Then, the grass secretly sprouted out of the ground, and the poplar generously stretched new leaves. Not to be outdone, apricot blossoms have white flowers and pink flowers. Spring is coming to an end and summer is coming.

Thirst is unbearable, the sun is scorching, the sun is like fire, and the hot air is coming. This stream welcomes summer. Flowers bloom with smiling faces and leave beauty to the world. Poplar sticks out thick branches, and dense branches and leaves are a good place for people in our hometown to enjoy the cool. Willow is like a little girl with her hair, facing the breeze shyly and shining on the water. Butterflies and bees are flying freely in the air! The oriole is also singing euphemistic songs on the branches, as if praising the beautiful spring! As Du Fu said, butterflies are dancing all the time, and charming songbirds just crow. Summer says goodbye to us and autumn beckons to us!

The autumn water is long, the fruits are full of branches, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the spring seeds are fragrant in autumn. This stream welcomes autumn. Golden season, harvest season, abundant grain, golden everywhere. The setting sun on the horizon is inlaid with Phnom Penh, which also adds attractive colors to the stream. Contrary to the bumper harvest of farmers' uncles. Persimmons, purple grapes, red apples and black plums in the red light building ... Xiaoxi smiled and saw the smile on the farmer's uncle's face and the fruit; The farmer's uncle smiled when he saw the harvest of his hard work. Say goodbye to autumn and welcome winter.

Yushu Yin Hua, the sky is full of snow, goose feathers and heavy snow. Early winter, like a beautiful and noble princess, waving a magical veil, brought a burst of cold wind. The mountains are covered with snow, the north wind roars like a lion, the streams are frozen into thick ice, and the cliffs are as cold as an igloo. But it didn't stop my hometown people from playing at all. Skating, skiing, snowball fights, ice hockey ... laughter spread throughout the village!

Next, I went to the west of the village and took a look. That's poetic. In spring, the yard is surrounded by a rape field, and only a path extends into the distance next to the sparse fence. Although the flowers on the nearby branches have fallen, new leaves have quietly grown out. As the author Yang Wanli said, the hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the head of the tree are not shaded. Further on, there is a big willow with vertical branches and scattered green hairs. How beautiful! Green makeup trees are tall, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. This poem "Liu Yin" is really written for it!

I love my hometown, where I was born and raised! Wang Qiuyue