2, my hometown is located in the foot of Mianshan City Temple Village, has more than a hundred years of history, our family of four generations live here, the hometown of the scenery always make me never get tired of seeing.
3, hometown is the garden, with the fragrance of flowers; hometown is the forest, with the coolness of green trees; hometown is the field, with the hope of harvest; hometown is the snowy landscape, with the ice crystals of the shiny.
4, my hometown is located in the motherland of the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, it is a small city, but it has a long history, beautiful and colorful scenery and rich specialties and so on. It is the ordinary Jiangyan.
5, spring is here, the hometown of the river has become more vibrant. "Dingdong" "dingdong" sound seems more crisp, birds chirping. Willow trees by the river sucked up the water, grew green tender leaves ...... river became a happy little world of creatures.
6. In front of our village there is a small river called Ball Creek. The creek is usually very quiet, like an obedient child, in summer the creek rumbles when the water rises, like Liu Xiang who is sprinting hard toward the finish line.
7, the autumn colors are getting thicker, the lotus pond has long been a piece of debris, once the pride has withered with the autumn wind. And the bamboo is still holding up its more robust body, swaying in the somewhat chilly sunshine.
8, hometown of the sky, more blue than elsewhere, more beautiful than elsewhere, a blue thousand miles, vast and boundless. White clouds drifting comfortably, the sun shines excitedly, and occasionally there are handsome birds arrow-like skimming, really some poetic feeling.
9. My hometown is in Weishan, Shandong Province, where there is the far-famed Weishan Lake. And my village has a small tributary of Weishan Lake passing through it.
10, look up to Tiantai, the peak of the clouds, the mountain path winding, like a colorful belt from the clouds down, the tourists like a small white dots, scattered in the colorful belt, slowly moving upward.
11, the hot summer, often make people become lazy, but we are these children can not be idle for a moment, and partners together on the mountain to catch cicadas catch butterflies, tired to the trees to rest, the forest is more beautiful, where there are many kinds of birds perched on the reproduction, there are also many beautiful wildflowers, butterflies and bees dancing in the air, everywhere the birds and the flowers.
12. Autumn is a poem that whispers a string of touching stories. Autumn is a great artist who paints a picture that cannot be exchanged for money.
13. Grandparents planted several vegetable plots there, and the plots yielded a good harvest every year. When summer came, the vegetable garden was even more beautiful, with purple eggplants, red peppers, and orange tomatoes ...... Grandma's bamboo shelves were filled with long, thin beans, short, stumpy gourds, and long, thick loofahs ......