2. Hometown is a painting. In spring and March, the green color of spring is lit up everywhere. Trees wake up from a deep sleep, sticking out buds and shoots, full of vitality. The grass also sticks its little head out of the ground and looks around, which is very comfortable. Looking around, I don't know if it is the beautiful image of Master Danqing polishing ink, drizzling, Linlin flicking and swaying, dancing with flowers and enjoying paper.
Our hometown has preserved our childhood, or there are young people and prime of life, which has become a part of our life and ourselves. It is not a commodity, a tourist destination, a round-trip ticket, a weekend entertainment, and can be sold to any customer at a certain price. Hometown is more than any scenic spot: your blood, tears and sweat. How can you not remember the people, events and bridges in your hometown?
4. Walking in the fields in spring with gentle steps, grabbing a handful of soil, emitting intoxicating fragrance, catching a butterfly and flying it gently. Spring in the countryside is always blurred with beauty, and the songs on the land are mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. Wheat seedlings jointing under the moisture of sweat, with the drizzle from the breeze, played a beautiful but very moving melody.
Walking on the small road in my hometown, that kind of nature, that kind of harmony, that kind of comfort, like the wind, slowly drifted into my heart. There are some cement roads and some dirt roads in my hometown, but this has not affected my enthusiasm for my hometown.
6. Homesickness is the flute of Qingyuan, melodious and far-reaching. Homesickness is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving; Nostalgia is an old wine with mellow fragrance.
7. My hometown is a crystal clear river, so I named it Qingjiang. She is so quiet and beautiful. She is like a big green satin spread in the valley, shining in the sun, singing all the way, and the breeze blows, as if lifting her beautiful skirt to see the fragrance.