My hometown is in Anhui,
There is the famous Huangshan Mountain,
I haven't been home for a long time either.
On the drive home,
There aren't many houses along the way,
Every house is big,
Not many people,
But you won't feel bored and lonely because there are few people and houses.
Along the way, there are mountains as companions. The mountain deliberately dressed itself up in a strange way:
Like elephants, rabbits and turtles. ...
There are many kinds of mountains. There are high and low mountains.
Up to the sky, dare to play with white clouds! Looking at the mountains like ridges,
Looking sideways, it has become a peak again, as the ancient poet Su Shi wrote: "
"Seen from the horizontal direction, one side of the ridge becomes a mountain peak with different heights."
There are many trees on the mountain, although they are not precious and famous trees.
But I think these trees are more famous than those trees. If you see them, you must think the same as me. The trees are crowded with me, some fall forward and some lean. Very interesting! How many kinds of greens are there on the tree? Deep, shallow, bright, dark and green are beyond words. I'm afraid only a painter can paint so much green! Trees are lush, and many birds nest here, giving birth to many chicks. The scenery of a place is very interesting. Under a big tree, there is an L-shaped stone, which is close to the tree, like a person sitting there. Leaves like a green velvet umbrella, airtight. Strangely, the leaves only grow in the direction of the stone, helping the stone to keep out the rain and sunshine.
After getting off the bus, I walked on the narrow path, and the flowers on the roadside were colorful and competing to open. Looking into the river, the river is crystal clear and many crabs can be seen crawling in the water. There is a row of big stones on the water, which is the only way to the opposite garden. There are peppers, eggplant and pumpkins in the garden ... and cauliflower in the field. Every spring, when it rains, cauliflower will join hands.
One day has passed. The next morning, the birds began to sing and the rooster crowed. At this time, I had to get up and walk out of the house. Birds are everywhere, birds are everywhere. Some are big, some are small, some are black, some are standing on branches, some are flying, and some are flapping their wings. It can really be called the second "bird paradise".
I love my hometown! As the saying goes: seeing is believing. After listening to my introduction, your heart is touched. Your heart is not as good as action. Come and enjoy the beautiful scenery of my hometown.