Text: Qiao Xiande
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My hometown is located at the southern foot of the beautiful Daze Mountain, a beautiful place surrounded by mountains and rivers. The village, the village's "Longwan Fishing" enjoys the reputation of "one of the eight scenic spots in Pingdu". The four seasons of my hometown present a different kind of beauty. Spring is here, the willow trees are green, and the peach blossoms are blooming; summer is here, the cuckoos are chirping, and morning glories are blooming; autumn is here, apples are ripe, and mountain chrysanthemums are blooming; winter is here, the cold wind is blowing, and snowflakes are blooming. opened. If you think about it carefully, my hometown is really beautiful in the four seasons.
Spring in my hometown. The mountains are covered with pink willows and flowers are in full bloom. The apricot blossoms have just faded, and the peach blossoms are blooming again; the cherry blossoms have just fallen, and the apple blossoms are blooming again; and the famous and unknown flowers are dotted among them, and the entire mountain has become a sea of ??flowers. Climbing high and looking into the distance, your eyes are filled with the joy of blooming flowers, which is so beautiful. If you are immersed in the scene, it will be a different scene. Walking into the thousands of flowers, the whole person is almost surrounded by flowers. The fragrance is astonishing, refreshing and refreshing. Especially the slices of white apple blossoms are dizzying and lingering. The spring breeze blows and the grass and trees turn green. The willow trees are blooming with new buds, and the green grass is all over the hillside. The mountains are green, the slopes are green, the villages are green, and even the willow trees on the riverbank are green. This far and near, high and low, deep and shallow green meanders into green waves. It is an intoxicating green, which really makes people feel intoxicated.
In the spring in my hometown, butterflies are dancing, bees are buzzing around the flowers, swallows are whispering about spring, and the men and women in the village are talking and laughing as they walk through the fields and fruit trees. The cow song floats in the vast fields, and the entire fields and villages are filled with such a rich poetic feeling! No, this is a natural and lively picture of rural spring scenery.
In the summer in my hometown, cicadas are singing about the arrival of summer, calling loudly and lowly; children listen to the cicadas’ cries and rush to stick cicadas; cuckoo Birds circle around the golden rolling waves of wheat and cry "cut the grain, cut the grain"; when the cuckoo cries, the ripe wheat is ready to be harvested. The golden patches in summer are also the scenery in summer, and the breeze The wind blows, rolling up one round of yellow waves, and the scene of cutting wheat with a shining silver sickle flashes past. The sickle shadow and light of the past are gone, replaced by harvesters. Singing in the rolling wheat field, accompanied by the rumble of the machine, the wheat grains like yellow waves have flowed into the drying yard. The fragrance of wheat in summer is also a scenery in my hometown.
The morning glories in summer opened their sweet smiles and smiled at me. I remember when I returned to my hometown in the summer, I reached the corner on the east side of the street gate and "held" bunches of morning glories. It grabbed my legs, caught my eye, and captured my heart. I know that there is a saying of "raising morning glories in summer." Morning glories are very popular in the garden where flowers bloom in summer. , I couldn't help but stepped forward and touched the morning glory gently with my hand. She moved slightly as if shy, so I had to leave it at that. I couldn't bear to pinch her because she was blowing the "trumpet" and singing about her hometown. Summer beauty.
In the hot summer, when people are anxious, thirsty, and bored, big cherries, small cherries, bayberries, watermelons, melons, and cucumbers from my hometown come to visit. This is specially for people. There are a dazzling array of places for the villagers to cool off and cool down, everywhere. What I eat the most this summer when I go back to my hometown is cherries. Every time I taste cherries, I always look up or imagine the cherry groves in my hometown. In fact, I am savoring the summer and the deep family affection in my hometown.
The summer night in my hometown is a wonderful night soaked in the romantic aftertaste of the past and flaunting the modern atmosphere. Today, on summer nights, people in my hometown still sit together and talk about classical music. The speaker still has the legacy of the storytellers from his hometown in the past and speaks with gusto, and the listeners nod like chickens pecking at rice. , listening to it with gusto; nowadays, in the streets and alleys of my hometown, most people get together to chat about home affairs, chat about the weather, chat about family, encourage children to be filial, and use the night light to tell strange stories about the villages and neighbors, and even chat about the battlefield. The military parade, the Jiuzhaigou earthquake, Trump's visit to China...family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs merged into this thick summer night, and the aftertaste of the local dialect slowly disappeared in this summer night.
Autumn in my hometown is a charming season, and it is also a season when fruit farmers are filled with hopes for a good harvest. What they like most is the autumn harvest. With morning dew and moonlight, we were busy in the fields of hope that exuded a strong harvest smell, picking apples and pounding autumn grains. From time to time bursts of laughter from male and female fruit farmers broke out in the fields, with smiles written on their faces.
Their smiles contain a lot of content. There must be a bunch of apples hanging on the branches, bending down, secretly smiling at passers-by, big, The bright red Fuji apples are really adorable. Today's fruit farmers are like the little boss, paying people to pick apples, and neighbors help each other pick apples. The picked apples fill stacks of cardboard boxes, and boxes of apples are loaded into large trucks. There are stacks of banknotes filling the pockets of fruit farmers. The big truck started, loaded not only with apples, but also with the joy of the fruit farmers.
There are also grapes in my smile that look like pearls and agate. The grapes in my hometown are beautiful in the autumn of my hometown. My hometown is a well-known hometown of fruits and trees. As soon as I enter the village, I look around. Looking around, grapevines of various sizes and varieties are planted in front and behind every house. They are lush and full of vitality. In autumn, they are full of fruits and heavy grapes are hanging on the branches. They are so beautiful that they also add beauty to the countryside. The scenery has made many tourists and surrounding rural people envious. In recent years, the fruit farmers in my hometown have introduced many grape saplings from home and abroad. The grape trellises are dyed with "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple", presenting a colorful world, such as "longan", "rose fragrance" and "Zeshan 1". "No. 2", "Zeshan No. 2", "Jufeng", "Red Ti", "Red Italy", "Golden Finger", etc. are all available. Savoring various varieties of grapes carefully, it seems that you are tasting the sweetness of reform, which is sweet from your mouth to your heart. With the introduction of new varieties, prices have also increased sharply. Grapes used to cost only 1 yuan or 2 yuan per catty, but now they sell for more than 3 yuan or 4 yuan per catty. The economic income is increasing year by year, and the harvest is not only grapes. It’s even more of a good mood. The grape trellis is also full of autumn romance. In autumn, the adults and children in my hometown happily sit around under the grape trellis, eating, drinking tea, admiring the moon, chatting, and enjoying the family happiness under the grape trellis. A kind of romance, the bright moonlight in the sky slants on the ripe grapes, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, the bright grapes, like agate, like pearls, are really beautiful and attractive, tasting the grapes, Sweet and sour, refreshing, it tastes great and makes you feel good.
In the winter in my hometown, it is a different kind of color. Everywhere is filled with leisure colors. The people in my hometown are leisurely physically but not mentally. The streets, alleys and markets are where the men, women and children of my hometown relax and unwind. Good place. Speaking of the "March 8th" market alone, it was a "warm current in winter" in my hometown, which made the east and west streets lively in winter. "Rumble" tricycles and motorcycles drove into the market; daily necessities, vegetables and melons outside Guo walked into the market, and cheerful men, women, old and young poured into the market; the winter market surpassed the liveliness of spring, summer and autumn. I don’t know whether winter makes the market lively, or whether the market warms up the winter. Anyway, the winter market in my hometown is extremely lively. Some people go to the market to cut meat and buy vegetables due to urgent needs in life, some go to the market to buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, some go to the market to buy things as if they are cheap, and some go to the market specifically to find acquaintances. There are also those who have nothing to do but come to the market to watch the scene and join in the fun. The whole market is like a long dancing dragon, very lively.
There is also a beautiful landscape in my hometown in winter. The flying snow is drifting towards the mountains, and the surrounding mountains are covered with silver. The "Zhuangyuan Stone", "Stone Cow" and "Grandma Stone" all put on new white clothes, adding to the charm of their hometown in winter; Looking towards the fields, the fields are as if covered with a thick quilt, white and flawless, very beautiful; the flying snow drifts towards the big trees, and the ancient locust trees that are more than 500 years old are a natural beauty, with huge snow hangings and transcendental scenery. Bonsai, this is an unimaginable scenery, quietly walked into the winter of my hometown; the flying snow drifted to the village, and the tiled houses were covered with "Baicaoling". They were well-proportioned and extremely beautiful. I was in the winter of my hometown. Here, it will definitely bring you wonderful enjoyment.
The spring, summer, autumn and winter in my hometown are unique four seasons, so poetic and picturesque.
The four seasons in my hometown are yearning, fascinating, and deeply embedded in people’s minds...