In spring, everything comes back to life. I like the soft spring breeze, which awakens the earth. Although the wind in early spring is cold, it is warm. This wind is sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes not, which casts a mysterious veil on Qingxin Spring. It wrinkled the river, blew red flowers, blew green wicker and woke the frog. I like the continuous drizzle. He crisscrossed the earth like a huge dense net. Rain is like feathers, like filaments. Through this net, I see that everything is hazy and beautiful, and everything is exquisite and shy.

In summer, the earth seems to be steaming in a steamer, and it is extremely hot, even the occasional wind is hot. Naturally, the stream has become our children's world. We play in the water, while the old people enjoy the cool under the tree. The rain in summer is not as gentle as that in spring: "Hua" and "Hua". The earth rushes like a group of fine horses, and a waterfall falls between two mountains in the town, with lightning and thunder.

In autumn, my hometown is full of harvest scenes. In the field, the rice grains are full, as if they were about to explode, and the farmers' uncles are working hard to harvest rice. In the orchard, apples turn red, big and round, and drool when they look at them; Yali pear is like a gourd, so cute. There are golden persimmons and purple grapes. ...

In winter, my hometown is dressed in silver, trees, houses and soil are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the earth has become a world of powder makeup and jade. There seem to be thousands of silver butterflies flying in the sky. The pine tree opens a big white umbrella, and the willow sticks out a silver lever. Whether adults or children, they are like birds just taken out of cages, playing happily in the snow; Make a snowman and have a snowball fight. The joy is beyond words.

My hometown is so beautiful at any time, and spring is green and fresh; Summer is hot and lively; Autumn is a golden harvest; Winter is pure and crystal clear. I love the four seasons in my hometown!

My hometown is in the countryside, where it is beautiful all year round. Now, let me show you around!

In spring, there are flowers everywhere, including peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom, a bunch of safflower and camellia. Swarms of bees and butterflies seem to smell the flowers and come to collect nectar. We are all immersed in the ocean of flowers. The green grass stretched a little, poked its head out, emerged from the soil, and looked at this wonderful world curiously.

In summer, trees are lush and thick leaves cover the blue sky. The lotus flowers in the pond are blooming, some are in bud, like a shy little girl in a pink coat, and some are blooming in the wind, like a beautiful girl combing her hair. Don't mention how happy the small fish and shrimp in the pond are. Look! They are playing under the lotus leaf green umbrella! I can't help being intoxicated by the refreshing light lotus fragrance.

In autumn, the leaves turn yellow slowly, and the golden leaves fly away from the treetops like yellow butterflies and dance in the sky. Only the towering pine tree, without a leaf falling, is greener.

In winter, snowflakes fall in succession, and friends make snowmen and have snowball fights in this silver world. The stream is frozen, and the fish in the stream don't know where to swim for the winter. The cold wind roared through the treetops, but Mother Tree still guarded the land under her feet with branches. We are all looking forward to the day when spring blooms!

Ah, I love everything in my hometown. I love the flowers there, the rivers there, the blue sky and the earth there, the stories, legends and myths there, the spring, summer, autumn and winter there!

My hometown is a beautiful small village in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In early spring, the grass is green, the flowers are red, the ice in the river melts, everything is full of spring and vitality, and birds fly back from the south. Shepherds lead the sheep to eat grass and drink water in the grassland. The frog woke up, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung. Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack, spring rain falls in a rustling way, flowers, grass and fields are all drinking happily, as if to say, "Come down, come down, I'm going to grow up."

In midsummer, grass, flowers and trees are flourishing. The grass is greener, the flowers are redder and the trees are more energetic. There are still a few cicadas in the tree who keep calling: "cicada, cicada." Tell us it's really hot in summer. Grandpa Pine put on a brown vest, as if an old man over half a year was exercising. In the evening, children play under the big tree, adults chat together, and the neighborhood relationship is very harmonious. Looking up at the sky, the stars blinked at us, and the children couldn't count how many stars there were.

The hot summer in late autumn is fading away, and the cool autumn comes quietly. The vegetables and fruits in the orchard are ripe. Red apples, crystal-clear grapes, and big, round and yellow pumpkins seem to be whispering, making it impossible to guess. Everything in late autumn is golden, which is a poetic picture, as if everything in the world is immersed in golden pigments. Uncle farmer is busy. They are busy harvesting crops. Looking at the bumper crops, their faces were filled with happy smiles. Squirrels prepare for winter and store food. The frog has stopped barking and is building a house! Swallows fly back to the south.

In the middle of winter, it is snowy and enjoyable. Glittering snowflakes are flying in the air. The children took off their cotton gloves and held up a piece of white snowflake, which turned into water in their hands. They also played games of "making a snowman" and "having a snowball fight". It seems that winter is for them. The whole world is covered in silver, and there are various snowflakes, some like silver needles, some like fallen leaves, and some like pieces of paper ... It looks beautiful. Snowflakes fall on the ground, like a thick blanket on the ground, on the tree, as if on the tree, on the car, making the car look like a freshly baked cream cake. People are immersed in this beautiful snow scene, breathing fresh air. Winter is really beautiful.

Is my hometown a very beautiful small village in spring, summer, autumn and winter? Come to my hometown as soon as possible!