Essay like prose, about the summer of the hometown!

With a slightly hot southeast wind blowing on my body, I knew that the summer I was looking forward to was near.

All things in nature have also come out of the warm spring, and they plan to refresh themselves and feel the torrential rain of summer.

The big tree, which was still a bud in the spring, is now a dense greenery, and when the thick green comes into view, I suddenly feel a coolness that I have never felt before.

As the sun set, the distant sky was reflected red, and the long day turned into night in a blink of an eye. That's when kids love to play the most.

A bright moon hung in the sky, and only the few stars around her danced for her. The dark earth echoed the bright moonlight, and people sat under the big tree, with the gentle swaying of fans, and sometimes a cool wind drifted by, and the air seemed to become fresh in an instant.

The adults were talking and laughing to their heart's content, the children were playing to their heart's content, and in the midst of the laughter, the lights of the nearby buildings and high-rise buildings were lit up. Reflected in the lake next to your home from mid-air. The calm surface of the lake shimmered, and a silver wave like fish scales was disturbed by a few unknown birds from time to time, and after a while, it was quiet again.

There are more and more lights around, like stars twinkling erratically. I sat on a small stool in the park, and from time to time I heard a burst of laughter in my ears. Looking across the lake, looking at the still busy streets, the passing crowds, listening to the adults talking about their mistakes, I used a fan to drive away the residual heat of the sun during the day, and I wondered if my compatriots who were far away from home could enjoy this full moon with us.

A few bird calls disrupted my thoughts, and when I looked back, there were not many people left, and I walked back as I chased the little bugs.

In the dead of night, the moon rose higher. Everything is quiet again, and you can occasionally hear a few bird chirpings and the rustling of leaves......

Tell me where your hometown is**? What are some famous buildings or souvenirs? Otherwise, there is no way to start.

My hometown has Baihe Bridge in Nanyang, and the scenery tourism characteristics of Nanyang with "two mountains, two waters, and one city" as the main body have been formed. Lingshan, Xiushui, and Greentown make Nanyang even more charming.

This is a child of Beijing Normal University.

Summer 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. ”

Affection, rooted in my hometown I have sat on so many grasslands, but I still feel that this grassland in my hometown is the most comfortable ......The noisy cicadas chirp all at once on a late spring day, and as soon as this summer appears, it collides with people.

Summer Night, Sun Yinglin's "Composition".

On summer evenings, I come to my garden and sit in the shade. I was hot, so I took out a fan to fan myself, and at this time, my beloved puppy saw me, and asked for his tail and stuck out his long tongue and walked towards me.

Remember to give me points and kneel and beg!! Please, please!! I mean it!! I beg of you!! Otherwise I'm not at ease!!

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