Essay the beauty of your hometown conditions don t name it

Writing ideas: Mainly write about the beautiful scenery of your hometown.

Text: My hometown is in a small village in Fugou County, Henan Province, although it is not as famous as the city of Beijing, but it also has charming scenery.

In spring, the hometown is full of purple and red scenery. And lo and behold! Some cyan has been slightly revealed on the branches, clusters of rhododendrons are red and purple, birds outside the window are chirping happily, and under the sunshine, the stream in the hometown appears clearer, rippling in the microwave, and there are circles of golden light, making the hometown in spring seem more vibrant.

In the hometown of summer, early in the morning, the bees are busy collecting honey. In the afternoon, I knew that I was singing in the trees. At night, crickets sing in the grass. There is a lotus pond behind my house, and my friends and I often go to see beautiful lotus flowers.

In autumn, the fields of my hometown are full of golden and red fruits and white cotton. Whenever the cotton showed a white smiling face, the adults would be too busy to eat, and my sister and I would also run to help with a small basket.

Winter in the hometown is more beautiful than in other seasons. It's snowing, and the snow is falling like catkins, and it's beautiful! The snow stopped, and the rooftops, fences, and wooden sheds of the village were covered with a layer of snow everywhere.

At this time, my friends and I were building snowmen in the snow, having snowball fights, and enjoying the happiness brought by the snow.

My hometown has different characteristics throughout the year, and although my hometown does not have much beautiful scenery, in my eyes, the scenery of my hometown is always the most beautiful!

In this autumn, the maple leaves turn red.

The autumn wind, like a knife, blew coldly, stirring up the dust in the sky, misty. On the desolate and vigorous branches, there are some half-withered leaves, which will be about to struggle in the autumn wind between falling and not falling, and finally they will fall quietly, curling like butterflies.

It is said that autumn is the season of sadness, and it is said that autumn is a time of separation.

I walked in the middle of the mountain, in the mountains, the autumn wind dyed every leaf fiery red, as if with a vigorous burning vitality, hunting and flying in the lonely wind, showing the pride of life.

I plucked a piece, air-dried it, and tucked it into the book.

On the way down the mountain, I was a little dazed, wondering if I could do well in this exam. Although it is only a monthly exam, it is considered to be an assessment before the midterm exam. Since I was in the second year of junior high school, I have never been in the top 10 of my grade, and I have faced the sighs of my teachers and the disappointment of my parents every day.

When I got home, I turned on my computer, turned up the stereo to the maximum, and threw the exercise books and books aside in disgust.

I don't want to learn anything, and I don't want to work hard.

After every hard work, what do I have left besides the sadness of one hand?

That's it, that's it, that's it, struggling to be at the top of the grade, as if the struggle is endless. However, I'm not a genius, and I can't achieve results that satisfy everyone every time.

The damp and cool wind blew in, and the books spread out on the table were blown several pages in a row, and the papers twisted and cracked with each other.

The fiery red maple leaves fluttered free from the shackles of books and flew lightly in the room. The traces of its movement are not fast, extremely soothing, and extremely determined. It is clear that life has been separated from the trees on which it depends, but the fiery red has not diminished with the passing of life.

Before I knew it, my attention was completely drawn to the flying maple leaves, and I forgot to leave my seat and follow its movement around the room to my desk.

Unscrewing the eye protection lamp, I finally took out the exercise book and draft book, and began to calculate the exercises in earnest. The tip of the pen flies as if it were a splendid dance.

The room was filled with red.

This autumn, in the fluttering of the maple leaves, all the misty hopes are dyed red, gorgeous and colorful.

Looking at the stars in the sky, the beauty of home.

A charming hometown.

My home has a lot of beautiful scenery, green fields, clear rivers, and I like to go to the fields to play.

Every Sunday, I ask my dad to take me to the fields to play. We got up early in the morning, washed up, and my father took me on his motorcycle to the edge of the village, not far from home, where there was a large field, and in the endless field, green waves rolled everywhere. The grass is green, the trees are green, the water is green, and the fields that are carved into a chessboard by the paths are covered with green.

The green of the mountains and fields has stained my heart green.

The greenery of the fields is indeed intoxicating, but the field paths are even more colorful. There are countless colorful and unknown flowers on the path, including yellow, blue, white, purple, and all kinds of colors fluttering in the wind in this green sea. When the wind blew, the beautiful flowers seemed to nod and smile at the peasant uncle; It is like a young actor dancing on the green stage.

Next to the beautiful field path, there is the endless field. The poplars are greener, and the wheat in the fields is as green as jasper. It makes people look at it and feel refreshed!

Look how deep the brook is green. Where the water is slow, the intoxicating green is hidden at the bottom of the water, which can be seen but not touched; In the water emergency, the splashing of crystal clear water splashes like flying beads and rolling jade, lapping on the pebbles, this sound, like a beautiful music, is intoxicating. Colorful green, who can not be tempted by you?

Home is our harbor, I love my hometown, I love my home, and I hope my hometown will become more and more beautiful.