Chapter One: A Cloud Composition Describing Hometown 500 words Whenever I think of my hometown in junior high school, I will think of the cloud in my hometown. My hometown is famous for its beautiful mountains and clouds. As long as you try to climb the highest mountain next to the village, you can see the unpredictable flowing water at a glance.
In the morning, a cool breeze gently blows on my back. Although it's a little cold in late autumn, I can't help but get hot when I look up and see endless clouds. Mountains and rivers and trees are towering. The top is surrounded by grotesque clouds, so you can't tell whether it's clouds or fog. Clouds are like fairyland. That cloud winds like a white gauze to the junction of heaven and earth, to the house covered with red bricks, and to my head, as if within reach.
At noon, there is only one green mountain peak that is no longer shrouded by clouds, and the clouds in the sky slowly disperse. That mountain, exposed, is like a slim fairy sticking her head out of the veil, which is very beautiful. At this time, the cloud is like a skilled magician, constantly changing all kinds of tricks: sometimes it becomes a lively and lovely rabbit, sometimes it becomes a majestic lion, sometimes it becomes a tall and clumsy bear, and sometimes it becomes a horse that shakes his temples and hisses.
It's dark, I can't see the color of the opposite mountain clearly, but it's another scene. The sky like a cassock is no longer blue, but becomes red and colorful. The setting sun in the west sparkly dyed the clouds bright golden red, flying in the sky like cotton candy sprinkled with gold powder. This scene is not as magnificent as it is, I can only say? Beautiful? This word.
It's completely dark, so I can only say goodbye to Yun. This ever-changing and boundless cloud is deeply imprinted in my heart.
How beautiful and lovely the clouds in my hometown of junior high school are, white clouds floating in the blue sky. Your unpredictable body, the way you walk in the air, slowly, slowly entered a boy's heart; He remembers holding hands with friends and walking in your shadow; Looking at you with friends, imagining that one day you will become like you and walk hand in hand on the blanket made of blue sky, how wonderful it would be! Slowly, he smiled. He wants to be the wind and gently touch your white cheek. He wants to be a bird and follow you all day; He wants to be a raindrop, lying in your warm arms; He wants to be a blue sky, hold you in his arms and never leave you.
You are a cloud in your hometown. Do you know how attached that boy is to you? He often watches you change quietly in the room. But he knows that no matter how you change, it is still the white, sacred and unchanging cloud in his heart!
Sometimes it rains and boys think you are crying. So, boys will say:? Don't cry, don't cry, be happy, okay? Just like a child, you stopped crying and resumed your naughty and lovely appearance, playing hide-and-seek with the little boy.
The little boy likes to sing the song "Clouds in My Hometown". Every time he sings this song, he will be happy. Yu Laiyu is excited, and so is your mood. He will dance with the melody of this song and be excited.
Ah, your hometown cloud, do you know the boy's heart? Do you know the boy's long-cherished wish? Clouds in your hometown!
Chapter III: Cloud Writing about Hometown 500 words Everyone in junior high school has his own hometown, and the cloud in his hometown is what I miss most.
The clouds in my hometown are the same as those in other places, but I think the clouds in my hometown are beautiful. In July and August, dark clouds often appear in the sky, like thousands of fierce horses galloping in the sky; Sometimes it's like a sudden war. On a sunny day after the rain, white clouds are painted by the sun with magical brushes and become more beautiful. People in our hometown also use clouds and proverbs to see the weather changes. Look at the blue sky, there are several thin clouds, sometimes orange and sometimes red, and the sun has set the edges of these clouds with beautiful Phnom Penh. Clouds in my hometown have many shapes, one is like a big fat pig, the other is like a bear and the other is like a dragon. Clouds in my hometown are sometimes as turbulent as rivers. When the sun goes down, there is a fiery red cloud in the sky. The flame clouds in my hometown are very beautiful. I remember one moment, I saw such a picture-a little white rabbit was grazing carefree, and suddenly a tall hunter stood behind the little white rabbit with a shotgun in his hand. The rabbit watched for a while and ran like hell, followed by the hunter. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and then the rabbit's ears disappeared, and then its front legs and hind legs disappeared one after another. In the blink of an eye, the rabbit and the hunter disappeared, leaving only the shotgun in the sky. Finally, even the shotgun disappeared.
Ah! The cloud in my hometown, you are like a precious oil painting, which is amazing!