Essay on hometown scenery, essay on hometown scenery

Think for yourself ... What's in your hometown!!

Essay 1 on a scene in my hometown: The rice fields in my hometown.

There is a field in front of my hometown, and the scenery is pleasant all year round.

In the spring, the seedlings were resurrected, and the "babies" that emerged one by one were green, like a straight pillar, tied to a "baby". A gentle breeze blew, and the seedlings swayed from side to side, as if to say to us, "I will definitely offer you the sweetest and most fragrant rice." ”

In the summer, the seedlings took off their green clothes, put on their yellow shirts, and at the same time grew a lot taller, and stood in the front like a heroic sentry, watching them laugh and let me throw my troubles out of the clouds. At this moment, I am also like a seedling, laughing and growing with them.

In autumn, the rice harvest is abundant, and the golden "gold coins" add a lot of scenery to the earth. One by one, the peasant uncles sang the song of the harvest, went to work in the fields with sickles, and sold baskets of ripe rice in all directions, sharing the sweet and delicious fruits with everyone. Everyone must think that the rice in autumn is the most fragrant and sweetest, but we can't waste the "sweat" of the farmer's uncle!

We need to save the leftover food, cherish it, and wait until winter to eat it.

In winter, all the grass stems withered, and people looked forward to the return of the goddess of spring, and the joy of spring, the beauty of summer, and the joy of autumn came back to the world.

I love my hometown, and I love the rice fields of my hometown even more.

Autumn has arrived, and the scenery of my hometown is like that of a bride with heavy makeup. Autumn blows on my face, and you touch me like a mother. The earth dressed her in brightly embroidered clothes. I saw the grain in abundance, the tall willows, and the golden fields ......

Autumn has arrived, the brook beckons to us, and the trees nod their heads to us. However, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves on the trees fell one after another, just like a yellow butterfly spinning and flying down to laugh, and the yellow butterflies that inhabit the ground look like a "butterfly sea" from a distance.

Autumn is our mother and the great motherland.

Autumn brings people the joy of a good harvest; brings a comfortable smile; Brings good hope.

Hometown moonlight. Autumn in my hometown comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dewdrops. The sky glows softly, clear and ethereal, making one want to hear the song of a high-flying lark, just as looking at the blue sea and thinking of a white sail.

The sunset is the wings of time, and when it flies away, there is a moment of extreme splendor.

Night fell on the earth. I stood in front of a wooden fence and looked up at the sky.

The moon gently paints the earth with a bright, elegant, and soft color. The moon rose from the edge of the woods, giving off a cold glow, illuminating the snow-covered fields and making it even more chilly.

There is a blue halo tightly around the moon. When I looked away from the bright moon, I realized that there were countless stars in the sky far away from the bright moon. They resemble sparkling diamonds, some radiating with dazzling gold, others with a faint white glow.

Some of them are scattered in all directions, some are densely clustered, and the sky is so beautiful and magnificent that they are decorated with them!

The moonlight covered the earth with a layer of silver, and my figure standing silently seemed tall. Behind me, long green vines coiled around the fence, pulling on many trumpet flowers. Under the wooden fence, an unknown small flower blooms freely and noisily, red, yellow, pink, and white, reflecting the moonlight, which looks even more delicate and lovely.

The autumn wind blows, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and the nose is bursting. Everything was quiet in the night, but I seemed to hear a faint sound of wind music......Could it be that the trumpet flowers on the green vines are praising this enchanting moonlit night?

The moon is always with the color of longing, and it is always accompanied by concern and sorrow, which has a long history. "The moon rises in the sea, and the end of the world is at this time", "The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming", "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown"......How many detached attachments are hidden in the moon, and how many relatives are yearning.

In the bottom of my heart, the moon is a confession of true feelings, pure and flawless, beautiful and beautiful; It is also a string of wishes wandering in the heart, sincere and warm!

Scenic place--- Longhu Park - There is a park in Huainan, and that is Longhail Lake Park. Longxiao Lake Park has beautiful scenery. In spring, Longhu Yuanqiao Sedan Park is full of vitality and the scene of recovery of all things. Longhu Park has a --