My hometown is Baoding, Hebei Province. That's my hometown. My hometown is a place near mountains and rivers, which is very beautiful.
There is a tall hill in my hometown. There are many flowers and trees on the mountain. However, because people now cut down a lot of trees and mine coal mines, the beautiful hills have become "a pile of rocks".
My hometown is next to Baishishan, which is a beautiful place. I was stunned by the cave of the cloud disk. I didn't expect such a strange landscape in the world. The glass plank road scared me. There is a bottomless pit under the thick glass. I'm really afraid of falling. I walked on the glass plank road, wondering how many people died to repair this building. Suddenly, I heard a man calling. Only when I asked, did I know that Baishishan, which was scared to cry when walking on the glass plank road, looked like a beautiful purple picture from a distance. It's beautiful. In the rainy season, Baishishan is a little cloudy, and the faint fog rises slowly from the foot of the mountain, getting thicker and thicker, hiding the strange peaks and rocks of Baishishan without a trace. A breeze blew, the fog dissipated, and a wonderful scene appeared before our eyes.
The countryside has unique and charming scenery.
Walking in front of rural houses, you will smell a fragrance. As long as you look around, you can see the flowers in the field in front of the country house. There are peonies or impatiens, or peach blossoms, or cockscomb flowers, or dahlias ... as long as you look at them, you will find some flowers dancing, some nodding, some waving ... really colorful and simple. Whose figure is dancing in the flowers and drawing a beautiful arc in the flowers? Fly east for a while, fly west for a while, and land on the petals for a while. It turned out to be a butterfly.
In front of and behind people's houses in the countryside, you can see several big trees. The trees are tall and straight, lush and full of vitality. Its roots go deep into the soil, like down-to-earth feet; Its thick and straight tree is like a strong body; Its thick branches are like strong hands.
There are always a few chickens in the yard of rural people. Because chickens are indispensable livestock for rural people. Walking in front of and behind their house. You will see a fat hen leading a group of furry chicks to feed beside flowers, grass, streams, under big trees or in the shade; You will also see a male cock striding forward, sometimes shouting loudly, and sometimes combing his feathers slowly. Maybe there is a lazy dog in front of their house, maybe there is an eccentric cat in their house, maybe there is an arrogant goose and a muddy pig in their yard.
If there is a clear stream next to their home, you can see several ducks sometimes plunge their heads into the water for food and sometimes play with their companions. Women who pound clothes by the stream, people who fish on the lawn by the stream, and children who play on the water can't surprise them.
A few days ago, the fields were still yellow and green, but in the blink of an eye, everything changed. A few days ago, golden rape flowers, black-and-white bean curd flowers and snow-white radish flowers withered and grew pale yellow buds and pink pods. Standing on the edge of the wheat field, you can see as far as the eye can see When there is no wind, golden wheat is bent, but when the breeze blows, it can swing with the wind. Standing in the wheat field, you will feel that the wheat around you is more golden, which makes people feel deeper, thicker and more real.
Going out for a walk at night, you can see people in the countryside eating dinner. They moved desks, chairs and meals into the yard and then chatted with each other.
Bright sunset glow, cool evening breeze, beautiful birds, distant green hills … these are all rural scenery. Because this country has unique scenery, it is beautiful and charming.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning sprinkled on the earth, which opened a beautiful and charming picture of this small village. Seen from a distance, this small village looks like a gem embedded in a green plain. A clear stream runs through the whole village. The houses on both sides of the village are strewn at random, with winding country roads interspersed among them, surrounded by golden wheat fields. Grandma's home is located in this picturesque small village.
Follow the paths on both sides of the stream to grandma's house. The fence surrounded by bamboo is somewhat elegant in simplicity. Gently push open the small door on the fence, and a faint fragrance comes with the wind, which is refreshing. Looking for the fragrance, I saw several Chinese roses beside the hedge competing to open, plain and gorgeous, showing a unique farmhouse scenery. Next to these Chinese rose flowers, there is also a grape trellis. Green vines climbed onto the scaffolding, and patches of broad green leaves cast shadows under the sunlight, leaving only a few light and shadow flashing on the ground. Looking closely, in the shadow of the leaves, you can also see a few strings of small grapes that just spit green, like strings of green pearls hanging on the branches, flashing a faint luster.
Walking through the stone road next to another house, the most striking thing is the cherry tree. The branches are covered with full fruits, like agate, with attractive color, crystal clear and shining with the joy of harvest. Grandma and I carried the ladder, one picked it and the other picked it with a basin. We cooperated quite tacitly and soon gained a lot. Grandma looked at the red cherry, and a happy smile appeared on her old face. I wiped the sweat from my face and smiled, so sweet and happy. A warm wind blew, and the leaves on the tree rustled, as if celebrating the harvest of cherries!
The afterglow of the sunset dyed the sky and the stream red. On the other side of the stream, two old people set up bamboo chairs with a small wooden table in the middle. There is a teapot on the table. The tea in the teapot has a long fragrance. They recalled the interesting things of that year with great interest.
The evening breeze blew away the returning birds, the white dandelions and the fatigue of the day. Everything is as beautiful as heaven.
Our school has a teaching building full of childlike interest, lush flowers and trees, and a wide playground. They are beautiful scenery. But what I like best is the small world on the west side of the Intermediate People's Court.
There is a tall and stout elm tree in the west of the Intermediate People's Court, which witnessed the growth of our school. There is a big clock with a long history on the elm tree. It has been weathered by the years and beaten by the wind and rain in the open air, but it still stands upright on the tree. Although the bell for class is changed to an electronic clock now, we still like to ring the big clock when class is over.
When spring comes, elms secretly spit out new green buds, quietly drill out and slowly shake off their leaves. Yu Qian is round and furry, soft to the touch and very comfortable. After a while, the elm money turned yellow, so you can eat it after washing it, which made the students drool. We all want to eat money, so we rack our brains for it!
Some people throw stones, hoping that Brother Yu Qian can visit Mother Earth under the call of Brother Feng. Some people really have no choice but to pick up dirty money and small money on the ground ... how rich it is! Cheers of picking up money and laughter of throwing money echoed over the campus. ...
The summer craze is coming, and elms are flourishing, like a big green umbrella. The students are enjoying the cool, playing and frolicking below ... I am very happy!
The beautiful wind girl stroked my cheek gently, sent Brother Ye back to the embrace of Mother Earth, flew to us like a flock of butterflies, and danced in the air like a fairy.
Snowflakes are falling, the elm has been decorated white, and Sister Snow is lying in the arms of Sister Elm, dreaming a sweet dream! Groups of children happily make snowmen and have snowball fights under the tree.
This small world is not only our paradise, but also our paradise. After class, boys hide behind a tree and have a gun battle, while girls jump rubber bands under the tree. On the physical education class, we shouted "12 1, 12 1", marched in neat steps, and the loud slogan startled the birds looking for food; When the school organized activities, we stood on the stage and sweated profusely after numerous trainings. In our spare time, we came under the tree and enjoyed the elm trees. We picked up one or two elm money and put them in the book as beautiful and unforgettable memories. ...
How can I not like such a beautiful and happy little world?
In the evening, after I had a delicious dinner, I went to the green grass alone and looked at the blue sky. I couldn't help but be fascinated.
I have never appreciated the sky so carefully. It turns out that the sky is so blue, reflecting white clouds, and there is a tinkling stream in the distance. The water is shallow. As long as you put your foot in it and flick it, there will be many water marks that will last for a long time, just like the little oriole who is reluctant to go.
There are several colorful flowers next to them, including azaleas, cockscomb, pear and winter jasmine. Soon, a biting cold wind fell from the sky, and I was unprepared. You see, those uncultivated flowers that grow in the wild are in full bloom, not afraid of wind or rain. I think these little flowers are so petite, but so strong. No matter how strong the wind is, they protect the flowers behind them, just as a mother protects her children. Suddenly, I was deeply moved. Looking at such a painful flower, I can't help but want to pick it and put it in my hand to prevent it from being blown down by the biting cold wind. In the end, I didn't do it. Why? Because if I take them off, they will wither.
I can't enjoy it anymore. I want to dedicate these flowers to people who will come here to play in the future. I want to share their refreshing fragrance with you!