One beautiful evening, I walked alone on the goose soft stone path of the farm and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the farm.
this kind of beauty is a poetic beauty: the sky is blue and blue, and the wisps of light clouds are like smoke. On the hill in the west, there is only a crimson sunset, trying to pour out the faint afterglow for the dead sunset, full of poetry and painting.
This kind of beauty is a kind of gentle beauty: on the roofs and fields in the distance, the gentle sunshine is still spreading, bringing infinite comfort. The ripples on the water are turning, and they are ready to go home. The soft sound of the stream is coming from a distance, from far and near, from far and near ...
Part II: Beautiful scenery of my hometown
My hometown is beautiful!
there is a forest in my hometown. The trees here grow very strong, just like soldiers in armor, standing upright and guarding our hometown.
There are long vines in my hometown. In summer, this piece of grapevine is particularly eye-catching, and the dense leaves dance with the wind, like greeting us!
The most beautiful place in my hometown is my mother's small garden, where there are all kinds of flowers and plants all year round, attracting beautiful butterflies and dancing in the air.
I love the beautiful scenery in my hometown.