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Affection, rooted in the hometown.
I have sat on so many grasses, but I still feel that this grassland in my hometown is the most comfortable......
Just looking at the scenery around me like that, I could stay for a day. It's as if here I can pick happiness and forget all the unpleasantness. The heart can be so pure and light.
At that moment, I always think of such a poem: "Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, I can see Nanshan leisurely." "It was fresh, natural like never before.
The sun shines softly, spreading on the land of my hometown, sprinkled on the Yangtze River, which flows slowly forward, and the surface of the river is covered with a layer of ripples like fish scales, and the white waves bloom as the boats coming and going on the left and right collide with each other. As the tide recedes over the years, a sandy area appears on the riverside, which is smooth and delicate, and will shine in the sun, and I vividly call it "beach". Sometimes I would go barefoot and pick up shells on the "beach" with gusto.
Actually, this is not a seaside after all, there are no beautiful shells, just to entertain yourself. However, sometimes you can still pick up some small snails and beautiful stones, which is quite satisfying.
The children frolicked in groups of barefoot children on the "beach", building forts, building houses, and having so much fun that they often forgot to go home. In the evening, the mothers often called them back to dinner on the embankment, and then they ran home with their shoes in their hands and made an appointment to "play again tomorrow". At that moment, the mothers couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths, then took a deep breath of the air mixed with the fragrance of grass, got up, and walked helplessly behind the children and went home.
They jumped up and down, talking, laughing, ......
On summer nights, my favorite thing is to go to the roof of my grandmother's house to cool off. A mat, a bamboo bed, the whole family sits together and talks in the cool breeze. Lying on the mat, the cold breeze mixed with the fragrance of lotus flowers in front of the door rushed to your face.
Raising his head, the sky is full of stars, and a new moon is chasing under the clouds, appearing and disappearing, bright and dim, floating like a dream. Airplanes often roam the sky, shining with red and green points of light, echoing the stars. If you're lucky, you might even see shooting stars.
Whenever this happens, I always shout excitedly and immediately sit up and make a sincere wish. Every now and then, my grandmother would laugh at me and say, "Look, city kids are so strange even shooting stars."
Because I don't usually have a chance to see the night sky at home, it seems that there are no stars in the night sky in the city, and even if there is, there is no light in my hometown. There is also the singing of the frogs, the sound of the wind blowing the "rustle" of leaves, and the laughter of people, blending together, sounding like a harmonious symphony.
The night was getting deeper, the cool wind was blowing gently, and everyone fell asleep, and their hometown also fell asleep.
I believe that before the sun rises tomorrow, the fields will be full of industrious peasants, and happiness will be after the hoe lands and before the harvest.
No matter where I go, I will never forget the blue and transparent sky of my hometown, its soft grass, its simple and hard-working people, and ......Too much, too much, so, I can't help but pour out my pen:
Affection, rooted in the hometown. ”
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Summer in my hometown.
My hometown is located in a small village, where the mountains, the water, the people are beautiful, and the four seasons are distinct, some people like the vibrant spring, maybe the fruitful autumn, maybe the snowy winter, but my favorite is the hot summer.
The summer is very hot, and at noon, the weather is even hotter, and people are hiding in their homes and not coming out, turning on electric fans and blowing air conditioners. The dogs are hiding in the shade of trees to escape the heat, using their tongues to dissipate heat, and they are panting like asthma patients. The tap water in the house was steaming and hot, and the birds did not know where to hide; The grass and trees are depressed; Only that knows, the cry in the branches is really like cheering for the scorching sun!
In the summer, I like to swim the most because the water in the river is cool, and it is very refreshing to stay there. Whenever at noon, there are a lot of people in the river, all of them are plopping and swimming in it, I am not bad, I can also swim, whenever my father tells me to go, I am reluctant.
This season, lotus flowers are in full bloom. I was fascinated by the graceful Lotus Lady and the heroic Lotus Leaf Lady dancing. At this moment, how I wish I could be a round lotus!
In the summer evenings in the countryside, adults sit in their yards with their fans in the shade. The kids were running around, holding a bottle and a small net in their hands, what were they doing? Oh, so they catch fireflies again.
It's not bad to say that summer is a child, just now the sky was clear, and then suddenly the wind was strong and the sky was full of dark clouds. After a while, I heard "Boom! A sound rippled between heaven and earth.
Subsequently, thousands of falling needles fell from the sky. The rain fell on the leaves, the leaves crackled, and the trees danced ......When the rain falls on the side of the road, it splashes small bubbles. The rain stopped, and a beautiful rainbow hung in the sky.
The summer in my hometown is so beautiful, he is colorful, he is sunny, he is ever-changing, I love my hometown, and I love the summer in my hometown.
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