Essay Morning in Hometown 6th grade .

My hometown is in xx, where mornings are always intoxicating and fascinating.

The morning in the hometown is awakened by the crowing of the rooster inside. Every day when the sun is just shining, the fat roosters stretch their necks and "oh oh oh......"The earth urges people to get up early. Suddenly, the village became lively, and the old people exercised in the open space, some running, some doing exercises, and some practicing boxing.

Smoke rose from the roofs of every house, and some of the peasant uncles began to graze their cattle.

The morning in my hometown is beautiful. The green branches of the mountains are blowing in the breeze and dancing beautifully. The grass in the fields was green, like a green carpet.

Beautiful wildflowers adorn it, forming dotted patterns. The most charming thing is the fog, hazy, like tulle, like ribbons, more like scarves.

The morning in my hometown was busy again. The adults should hurry up to make breakfast, eat and go out to work, and the children should also carry their school bags and go to school happily. On the highway, there are more and more cars; On the road, there are more pedestrians; In the fields, the uncles and aunts who worked chatted while working, full of laughter.

I love my hometown, and I love the mornings in my hometown even more.

The morning in the city is awakened by the rapid honking of cars; However, in the morning of my hometown of Wangcunkouzhuang Village, it was the back water of the creek that woke it up.

Mornings in the hometown are peaceful. A small stream in the village is like a turquoise belt, flowing quietly.

From time to time, fish and shrimp come and go, playing. The morning in my hometown was busy, the sun had just come out overhead, and the farmer uncle had already gone to work in the fields. Some of them are plowing the land, some are planting seedlings, but they are industrious.

The morning in my hometown is so beautiful, and I love the morning in my hometown.

Mornings in my hometown are misty. When the sun showed a ray of sunlight, it shone on the face of the field girl who had not yet "woken up". Brother Light Mist played on it, hazy and soft, and clothed the field girl with a beautiful light veil.

Suddenly, the field girl was "drowned". It turns out that Brother Fog is here! Brother Fog is amazing!

It hides the smooth roads, the thick trees, and the beautiful green hills, and covers them with a curtain, but their shadows can be faintly seen. At this time, the sun rose and illuminated the earth, and painted the house with golden paint. Brother Dense Fog and Brother Light Fog didn't think it was fun and left.

A new day begins.

The morning in the hometown is lively. It's not too early, but many families are already getting up. By the river, someone was washing clothes, there was the sound of "brushing", the sound of clothes "banging" in the water, and the sound of washing sticks hitting clothes.

The "white" wafting in the stream. It shows a picture of hard work and beauty. Eager children are not willing to waste good time, so they consciously pick up books and read aloud.

In the vegetable market, there are already many vegetable stalls. The shouts came and went, some sold cabbage, some bought tomatoes, and ......A loud sound echoed in the vegetable field. There are so many wonderful sounds that decorate the morning with style.

Mornings in my hometown are vibrant. In the square, there are many people moving. The elderly are practicing Tai Chi to strengthen their bodies; Young people are playing badminton, and the shuttlecock is "flying" back and forth in the air, like a light swallow; Children skateboard, ride bicycles, run, and play in the square, "industrious" like ants carrying rice and grain.

What a beautiful morning in my hometown! I love the morning of my hometown!