My hometown Pingtang essay 600 words

After the summer vacation, I returned to my hometown, and on a sunny day, I went to Pingtang.

The air is exceptionally fresh and so comfortable! The shore is covered with grass, and it is particularly soft to step on with bare feet, like stepping on a carpet. The river is very deep, but the water near the shore is very shallow, and I went in and walked, and the mud in the river was very soft, probably because of the sun, the mud was warm.

When I came out, my feet were a little dirty, so I walked a few laps on the carpet made of nature, and my feet were clean immediately. After a while, the shepherd and the lamb came, and the lamb bleated, and the white wool reflected the green grass, one green and one white, very beautiful.

The stones on the shore of Pingtang are unremarkable, but I find them very attractive. Look at! These stones are so beautiful, this one is like a heart; This one is like a green dress; And this one, sparkling, how much like a diamond! I also collect a few pieces from time to time.

I found a vial and wanted to throw it away, but I thought about it for a moment and took it to catch tadpoles. Hey, catch one, huh, another, another ......Half a vial was filled, and I put them again, because they are children of nature.

The woods by Pingtang are also beautiful. In the summer, the shadows of the leaves are reflected on the surface of the river, and the dazzling green leaves reflect the whole Pingtang green. And the birds, small and delicate.

Early in the morning, when the birds were still sleeping, I got up early and sat there. Suddenly there was a bird's call, and then I found a cute little swallow.

It flew, and then another, and then another......There are more and more birds, and it's lively! A little green bird flew into the sky and sang as it flew, and the song was so beautiful.

Look, this is the Pingtang of my hometown, the Pingtang of Meibi Lake.

Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing.

I'm not good at writing scenery essays, but I can tell you how to write it, if you want to write "Beautiful Hometown", you have to highlight the original appearance of your hometown, (to write ugly points) and then compare the current appearance with the original appearance, highlighting the beauty of the present.

I am a child who grew up in the countryside, there are no bustling streets here, and there is no hustle and bustle of the city, but it has fresh and natural scenery and simple and hard-working people. If you are tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, please set off with me and enjoy the beauty of my hometown!

Before you know it, spring has quietly arrived. The sleeping animals began to wake up, and the grass broke through the soil and sucked the rain of the earth to its heart's content. The long-frozen river began to melt, making a gurgling sound.

The ducks chased each other and frolicked on the water. The fish jump out of the water from time to time, and the flowers are not to be outdone, and they can't wait to bloom, attracting many "honey pickers". Hard-working people carry farm tools to the fields, and cute little swallows perch on the telephone poles by the roadside, like beating notes on a stave.

The lotus leaves are not blue, and the lotus flowers are different red", and the hot summer has arrived in a blink of an eye. The lotus flowers in the pond have long been erected on the surface of the river, and the mischievous dragonflies are flying around among the lotus bushes. Industrious people began to plant rice.

Lo and behold, the older men were holding a bench in their left hand and a straw in their right hand, and they hurried to the field, ready to pull the seedlings. The young man rolled up his sleeves and bent down, and planted some seedlings with agility. The scene of labor was so alive in the sunlight.

In the silence of the night, people who had worked all day began to fall asleep, and only the sound of frogs could be heard outside.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that spring is better than spring. "Autumn is the season of harvest, the season of joy. Harvesters shuttled back and forth in the field, making choking sounds from time to time.

The golden ears of rice made a "whooshing" sound in the breeze. Looking at the bags of "fruits of victory", people showed smiling faces, and the relief immediately drove away all the fatigue.

My hometown is located at the foot of the Taihang Mountains, and a small stream flows through the village. From a distance, the stream flowed slowly eastward like a silver ribbon; When you get closer, you can see that the creek is crystal clear, and small fish and shrimp swim freely in the water. The cypress on the mountains on both sides of the river is evergreen all year round.

My hometown is like a big park, and there are countless beautiful places to see all year round.

In spring, the spring flowers on the mountain, the peach blossoms and pear blossoms in the orchard. It's all in season. From a distance, the hillside is red, yellow, and white.

Colorful and beautiful. All kinds of flowers cover the hillside, and when you get close and smell it, the fragrance of the flowers is intoxicating, and from time to time a few bees collect nectar among the flowers. In the endless wheat fields, the farmer uncle is working, adding vitality to the spring.

Summer is here, and the ducklings swim happily in the river, diving underwater from time to time to hunt. Small boats come and go on the river, shuttling and sailing. Taking advantage of the adults' inattention, the children secretly jumped into the river to catch fish and shrimp, and were very happy.

In the evening, every family brought their food to the stone table in front of the door, sat on a stool, and ate it in a wide range. The red glow in the sky, the evening breeze, and the birds flying overhead are all their friends. Together with the countrymen, they paint a pastoral landscape of natural harmony.

Autumn is coming, and the cool air is cool. In the orchard on the bank of the river, there is a scene of abundant harvest. The golden pears, the red apples, and the persimmons like small lanterns hung all over the branches.

The autumn wind blows, and the ripe fruit dances with the wind, sending a burst of charming fragrance. The farmer was busy going into the orchard to pick the fruits of the harvest. They carefully plucked the fruit, put it in a box, loaded it onto a tricycle, and transported it to the city, so that the people of the city could share the joy of the harvest.

Winter is here, and white snowflakes are falling. There is snow everywhere on the hillsides, in the fields, on the rooftops, and in the yards, and the whole village seems to enter a fairytale world. The children of the village are running like crazy in the snow, some are building snowmen, some are having snowball fights.

Adults also began to be busy with family affairs, some were cleaning, some were going to buy New Year's goods, and some were getting together to discuss next year's prosperity. Although it was cold, everyone felt warm.

My hometown, no matter what time of year, no matter what season, there is a charming scenery, I love my hometown!

My hometown is in Santang, which is a beautiful place, where the people are hardworking and enthusiastic, and where spring is full of flowers! My hometown is in Santang, which is a magical place, where the blue sky, floating dreams, and the mountains and rivers there are unforgettable! I love my hometown, I love your kind face, I love the fragrance of flowers everywhere in your spring, I love you under the blue sky, simple and dusty, I love you between the mountains and rivers, refreshing and pleasant!

My hometown is in Santang, which is a peaceful place, where the people are happy and healthy, and where autumn is golden! I love my hometown, you are the paradise in the heart of the wanderer, you are the arm of the young man, I love your appearance, beautiful and generous, I love you Santang!

My hometown is beautiful all year round, don't believe it!

In the spring, the ice on the creek melts, and the creek flows to its heart's content, and there are a few lively and clever little fish swimming freely under the clear water.

In summer, the pomegranate blossoms are very bright, and a few mischievous little bees collect nectar on them! The intellectuals in the trees kept shouting: "Know, know."

Many people are enjoying the shade under the lush green trees! From time to time, the fish came out of the water and blew a small bubble; Sometimes they swim down the river, as if looking for food; From time to time, I jump out of the water as if I am swimming in a swimming pool!

In autumn, the fruits are ripe, the pomegranates are ripe as if they are about to fall, and the farmers and uncles in the fields are harvesting, and the rice plants are heavy, and they are all bent over, as if to greet us!

In winter, the snow covers the river, the creek freezes, the naughty children skiing on the ice, the snow coats the earth with a thick winter coat, and the trees with a white cotton jacket, creating a playground for us to have snowball fights and build snowmen.

My hometown is beautiful! Isn't it a beautiful place!

Reading "An Ordinary Story" has a feeling.

Today, I read an article: "An Ordinary Story" and was very inspired.

This article tells the story: Xiang was a healthy and healthy child when he was a child, once he climbed a tree and fell, and since then he has been on crutches, and he is obsessed with painting. At that time, he regretted his second brother who graduated from middle school.

In the fanatical study of drawing, and reached the point of forgetting to sleep and eat. Heaven rewarded hard work, and their paintings were selected.

At the Township Cultural Station, a sense of accomplishment inspires them.

Before the opportunity came, their fate was due to a seemingly accidental but inevitable reason.

A fork in the road parted ways. The two of them went to the county seat for the first time and inadvertently walked to the county cultural center.

walked in, and then read the calligraphy and paintings without falling. The second brother said with great admiration: I can come here in the future.

It's good to come to work. But Xiang said: What are we still painting? No matter how much we draw, we can't catch up with others.

On a trip to the county seat, Xiang used this sentence to draw an end to his dreams and pursuits for several years. But the second brother.

Persevering on his own, two years later he became a full-time employee of the cultural center, and although he did not have a successful career, he lived the life he wanted. But Xiang lost all his confidence and courage, and put it away when he returned home.

I took pen and paper and vowed never to draw again.

The story of Xiang shows us something that is even more terrible than poverty, and that is low self-esteem, sometimes.

What kills a person's dreams and breaks a person's spirit is not poverty, not a bad environment, and not.

What is hard, but it is precisely the sense of humility that comes from the bottom of the heart.

Therefore, no matter what the circumstances, no matter what the fortune is or what the fortune is, please keep an optimistic attitude and go forward with your head held high.

Take on the hardships and challenges of life.

Whether it is poverty or hardship, we can make unremitting efforts to change the previous depression. And low self-esteem, will be one.

People lose their fighting spirit and faith, and eventually stop in the face of success.