Poetry line 1000 words

The fallen leaves brought by the wind condensed my thoughts, the four seasons of my hometown! I will never forget it! The harsh winter of spring has passed, and spring has arrived with the unique breeze of spring. Spring in my hometown is beautiful and full of vitality. Winter jasmine blooms early, far and everywhere. Willow trees sprouted, and some even sprouted branches. They seem to be combing their hair when the wind blows. The earth in spring is different from the past, as if people came to a hundred flowers garden, colorful, dazzling, picking a few flowers, unconsciously intoxicated. Spring in my hometown is full of poetry. Poets love and praise spring. It is because of its beautiful scenery that many natural poems are brewing in spring. In summer and July, in the blue sky, the sun is like fire and the heat is like a whip, which makes pedestrians feel cool. Fruit and cicada are noisy together. Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves jumping out of the warm wind. The sunshine in early summer in my hometown is faint with warmth. In summer, it is best to play chess in the moonlight of the lotus pond and gently shake the fan. That's great. In my hometown, there are many vendors selling popsicles in the street every summer. When I was a child, he attracted us most in summer. We always ask our parents for money to fill our stomachs. The cool autumn wind drove away the hot weather and brought a cool breeze. In the golden season, the leaves in the yard turn yellow, and the fiery red sun turns golden, shining warmly on the earth. The children are laughing, flapping and rolling in the fields, and they don't care if they are covered with mud. Just be happy. Playing steel balls, playing poker, throwing stones, and shooting-everywhere has become their playground, and the tricks are turned over and over, which is very lively. I don't remember the winter in my hometown. I only remember that winter was spent in snow and children's laughter. Although winter is depressed, it is also wrapped in silver. Winter in my hometown is quiet and noisy. There was silence in the village when the children went to school. Spring ushered in summer, summer ushered in autumn, autumn ushered in winter, winter ushered in spring-the four seasons in my hometown are changing, but his position in my heart will never change, and he will always be the first, because I love the four seasons in my hometown and love my hometown. A crystal clear river flows slowly in front of grandpa's house. The tree by the river has green and yellow leaves and is full of vitality. It is reddish brown. The distant green hills on the other side of the river brought my thoughts far away ... Last autumn, my parents took me to my grandfather's house to play. On this day, the sky is high in You Lan. There is a trace of white clouds floating in the blue sky, and the blue sky is like washing. Birds hover in groups from time to time. Unconsciously, we have arrived at grandpa's house. The charming autumn colors of my hometown unfolded before my eyes. In front of grandpa's house is an orchard, and the dense branches and leaves of grapes spread around, just like setting up a green pavilion. The grape rack is covered with a bunch of grapes. Red is blue, green is bright, like pearls and agates, shining. The heavy red apples bent the branches and kept nodding to me in the breeze. The oranges in Huang Chengcheng are in groups of five and three, head to head and face to face, as if whispering, as if to say, "Welcome back, young master, I thought you forgot us!" I smiled and shook my head. In the orchard, the most mouth-watering pear is the pear in Huang Chengcheng, which is thin and juicy, sweet, sour and delicious. Next to the orchard is a paddy field, and fragrance wafts from a field in Huang Cancan. The full ears of rice make the rice stalks stand upright, as if thanking the earth for its nurturing. A crystal clear river flows slowly in front of grandpa's house. The tree by the river has green and yellow leaves and is full of vitality. It is reddish brown. The distant green hills on the other side of the river have taken my thoughts to far, far places. Ah, I love autumn scenery in my hometown, because it symbolizes maturity and brilliance.