? Spring, with her unique warmth, quietly came to Jingmen. ? Eyes full of green, gently watching our
? Spring, with her unique warmth, quietly came to Jingmen. ? Eyes full of green, gently watching our sight, that star-like flashing a little yellow, a little red, a little pink, surprised my eyes.
? I rode my bike to the beautiful ecological sports park and walked alone in the spring. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, just like my mother's hand stroking me. The wind smells of earth, grass and flowers.
Peach blossoms set each other off, white as snow and pink as chardonnay. The flowers are very fragrant, attracting passers-by to stop and stare. Butterflies are flying and graceful. There are many unknown flowers scattered in the grass, like eyes and stars, still flashing. Birds build their nests in flowers and leaves, and happily sing dancing songs, which are in harmony with the breeze and running water. Cicada stopped in the Woods and asked, playing hide-and-seek with me. Singing "The Story of Spring" in my mouth, I am thinking about the happiness of summer. Among them, there is no lack of harmony in birdsong, which makes people never tire of hearing it.
? Not far away, children's laughter came, and kites of all sizes were flying high in the sky: eagles, butterflies, pleasant goats ... all of which were loved by children. The children are running and jumping, how happy they are!
? Cross a shady path and come to the Memory Corridor, which depicts the scenes of previous provincial games. The athletes sweat profusely and win glory for their hometown.
? Old people exercise on the green grass, and several grandmothers get together to dance square dance. They have worked hard for most of their lives, and it's time to enjoy their family.
? My hometown doesn't need too many poems to praise, because my hometown is the most beautiful!
~ ~ ~ Our teacher asked us to write, so let's adopt a little. Although I didn't write well, I tried my best!