An essay titled "Lovely Hometown" Requires the use of similes, metaphors, and prose at the beginning. No less than 100 words. In the middle to write no less than 15

I remember when I was five years old, the whole family lived in a small cottage is very happy, I have a good classmate, my family has a small garden. Small days I two dressed in a skirt holding a bottle. Play in the garden. I sat on a stone bench and watched the beautiful scenery! Wildflowers in the garden is very beautiful, short, red, yellow, blue, purple and other colors, dotted in the green grass looks great! Dogwoods nodded with their tails up, very amusing. Butterflies are busy helping the flower girl pollination, which is the I have a selfish idea, want to let the butterfly with. So my little friend and I folded down a large leaf like a banana leaf, make a strong Park butterflies, turn up the leaf to see several beautiful butterflies are dead, I'm so sad, so regret!

The hometown of the creek is very beautiful, although it is not clear to see the ground, but how to drop also green like a piece of jade, I like the creek has a reason, I like to fish, leisure time wearing a straw hat, bench and rod, bait, to go fishing in the fish did not take the bait before you can view the surrounding scenery, the trees hair of the yam, the grass poked his head out, I'm looking at my feet, a group of Smurfs are flying, you may want to know what those You're probably wondering what those Smurfs are, right? They are a group of lovely dragonflies ah!

What! My hometown is nice, isn't it!

Second:Lovely hometown

My hometown is rich in produce all year round, with beautiful scenery, fresh air, and harmony among the people. If you don't believe me, I'll show you!

Spring, the hometown of the river ice melted, the river side of the willow tree leaves also sprouted, willow branches hanging down into the river, like the beauty of the maiden in the wash hair. The swallow is also active with its scissors flying here and there. The fish in the river play freely. Spring is a home of spring flowers.

Summer, the weather is hot, people crowded to the north side of the bridge under a class of trees, talk about the world. Sometimes they also play chess and poker under the big tree, and children play under the tree. Summer is a hometown where people live in harmony.

In the fall, people go to work in the field, pulling a dozen big bags of corn full of return, full of beans, yellow endless, people are also busy dialing cotton. Planted crops for the hometown constitute a golden painting. Autumn, is a harvest rich hometown.

In winter, after a snowfall, as far as the eye can see, there is nothing that does not turn snow-white. Trees take off their green clothes, put on a silver suit, the water in the river is also sealed by the snow, the bridge, in order to be a pile of snow, not a little gap. Snow, for the hometown constitutes a silver painting. Winter, is a home town in silver.

Hometown no matter what season, there is always a beautiful landscape, I am proud of me this and feel proud!

Third:Lovely hometown

My hometown horse shelf mining area in the northeast of the motherland, where the product is not rich, beautiful scenery is a lovely place.

Spring, ice and snow melt, snow water into a small stream murmuring flow. The wildflowers on the mountains bloomed in a thousand colors. There are red, yellow, purple, white, pink, colorful. Peach blossoms in front of and behind the windows of each house are in bloom, colorful and very beautiful.

In summer, the trees are lush and green. The river flows gently, the breeze blows gently, the birds sing in the breeze, the grass nods in the breeze, the willows dance in the breeze ......

In the fall, the leaves of the maple tree turned red, the other trees withered and yellowed, and the pines and cypresses looked more verdant. Just then the forest offered people sweet and savory hazelnuts, bunches of schizandra, bunches of grapes, slices of fungus, slices of mushrooms, and many, many more delicious things!

In winter, it snowed heavily in the sky, and it was silver in every direction. There were few people and cars on the road, and only children were playing happily inside the snow. Some rowed ice cars, some had snowball fights, and some built snowmen, and they were very happy.

My hometown is so beautiful!

Fourth:Lovely Hometown

In the southeastern part of Anhui Province, there is a beautiful riverside town, which is my hometown--Maanshan.

My hometown has beautiful scenery. The clean streets are full of tall balsam camphor trees, shiny green grass, and unnamed flowers ...... Against them, the classical and modern buildings of the small town look so charming. The neighborhood is even more beautiful, green trees, lawns, bamboo, bridges, babbling brooks, decorate the neighborhood as a garden so beautiful.

My hometown is rich in produce. In the fall, the rice is ripe; from afar, it looks like a golden sea. The fish in the ponds are fat, and the fishermen put baskets of fish into cars and ship them to distant cities. Underground mineral deposits are even richer. There are more than 1.6 billion tons of iron ore reserves alone, accounting for more than half of the entire Anhui Province; sulfur, phosphorus and gypsum reserves are also abundant.

The people of my hometown are hardworking. Early in the morning, when the sun is still in the beautiful sleep, people have been busy: milk trucks, vegetable trucks, bicycles flow, reading, hawking, trumpet sound intertwined, as if playing a fast melodic symphony. In the evening, the moon is already very high and far away, the supermarket is still brightly lit, the road vendors' shouts are endless, the grandfather in the newspaper kiosk is happily handing newspapers for one or two customers ...... The people of the small town are still tirelessly busy.

I love my lovely hometown because of her beauty, because of her wealth, and even more because of the hard work of the people in my hometown.

Fifth:Lovely Hometown

One day in the fall, I returned to my hometown--Yunan County. Here there is no Guilin's strange mountains and beautiful water; there is no West Lake famous lakes and mountains; there is no Hong Kong towering, luxurious villas, but I still love my hometown.

Coming to my hometown, I looked far and wide, the mountains are dazzling, undulating peaks. Some of them are as graceful as a young girl standing in a pavilion; some of them are like sleeping reclining Buddha; some of them are as majestic as a bear market; some of them are like a black old man who has experienced often years still tall and straight.

The mountains in my hometown are beautiful, and the water in my hometown is even more beautiful.

The news is crystal clear, the fish swim in groups in the water. The water in the creek is really clear ah, so clear that you can see the sandstone at the bottom of the creek; the water in the creek is really quiet ah, mirror as if a mirror; the water in the creek is really green ah, green as if that is a flawless emerald. The trees by the river fall from time to time, like a small yellow butterfly dancing. Some fall on the ground, like a layer of golden carpet to the earth; some fall in the water, the small fish take it as a boat, sailing to the distance; some by the wind blowing, floating up, the swallows saw, as if to say: "Look ah, that a "telegram" urges us to the south. "

Home is really lovely! The mountains are beautiful, picturesque, a beautiful and lovely picture.