In spring, the grass that has been sleeping for several months begins to open its sleepy eyes; Not to be outdone, the weeping willows by the river spit out her soft green buds; The evergreen pine tree seemed unconvinced, and the dark green needles began to turn green. Coupled with the drizzle, after a few weeks, everything showed green leaves.
In summer, grass is green. Like a big green carpet, weeping willows by the river are reflected on the river, and with the reflection of flowers and plants by the river, the river becomes green. Flowers are blooming in the bright sunshine. At this time, industrious bees are enjoying the joy of labor, and butterflies are flapping their beautiful wings and dancing among the flowers, as if to show people their colorful rotation. Dragonflies flap their enviable wings gently, playing in the water for a while and dancing among the flowers for a while.
Autumn is like a painter, who paints various colors with his magic pen, so that the golden yellow of the earth gives off a green breath. The farmers' uncles in the suburbs are all smiling and immersed in the joy of harvest. The golden rice in that paddy field is waving and nodding, as if celebrating people's harvest. Red apples, sour oranges and sweet persimmons are covered with branches. What a rich scene.
In winter, the northwest wind blows, and goose feather-like snowflakes swirl down one after another. In a short time, Cher has piled up a few feet thick, and the earth seems to have become a world of powder makeup and jade. Naughty boys make snowmen and have snowball fights, even the quietest girls can't resist the temptation to have snowball fights. The children's laughter shook the snow off the tree. Some animals seem to have been conquered by snow and disappeared, but the red-crowned crane is still immersed in the beautiful scenery of his hometown.
I love my hometown, where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.