Dingyuan, without the small bridges and rivers of Jiangnan, or the historic scenic spots of Beijing. However, it is a holy land in my heart.
The countryside of Dingyuan is harmonious.
The sun rises slowly from the east, spreading its warmth and light to the earth. On the ground, the flowers blooming with dewdrops, the rustic family huts, the old man sweeping the yard, **** with the construction of a harmonious and beautiful picture.
Home in the yard, brush sweeping notes from this one to another, accompanied by the busy figure of the hostess in the kitchen, a burst of sheet metal aroma filled in the idle air; far away from the hazy hammer rod beat the rhythm of the clothes, and the yard washing sound and each other; outside the yard on the gravel road, carrying the children to the school to meet the sunrise, the joy of laughter in the air to oscillate.
The city of Dingyuan is lively.
The setting sun, which is gradually going down in the west, has collected its vigor. Dingyuan looks more lively under the afterglow of the setting sun.
The city of Ding is not as busy as the big cities, but it is still lively. Wide asphalt road people and vehicles, a variety of transportation on the highway shuttle, roadside balsam camphor tree in the wind swinging its branches and leaves. Along the street, a wide range of goods are displayed in the stores decorated for shopping, people with bags and leather jackets in which to choose their own satisfaction with the goods. Elementary and middle school students in pairs took a dip in the bookstore. When the sun sets its last ray of light, the street lamps take over its work, and the shuttling cars are a flowing band of light. Neon lights flicker in the distance, and old people singing and dancing in the square, young people showing off their car skills, and middle-aged people taking a leisurely stroll all blend into the bustling life of Dingyuan.
Harmony and lively integration of Dingyuan, is my hometown, is a piece of land I love.