A 100-word composition about spring in my hometown

The fields in the early morning are like an emerald ocean. The crops are facing the wind, creating waves more than three feet high. Wisps of cooking smoke are floating on the roofs of the village, and the air is filled with mist like light sand.

The yard in my hometown is very big, and the small yujin fruits in the yard hang on the trees. The Yujin fruit is rich in flesh, and once you take a bite, it will be bitter at first and then sweet. I looked east and west, and found a red patch and a yellow patch in the yard. I looked carefully and found that the red ones were cockscombs and the yellow ones were rapeseed. A breeze blew the rapeseed and cockscombs swaying gently, as if hoping for hope. You saw them earlier. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, unlike the city where the sound of trumpets is everywhere, which can annoy even the most patient person. If you are here, even a little patience will calm you down. It really feels like I have been here forever. Wow! This fish pond is really big, and there is a small pavilion in the middle. The lotus flowers on the fish pond have not yet bloomed. At this time, the "little lotus" showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood upright!

Spring The scenery is so beautiful! Spring composition in my hometown, my hometown is Xinyang

Recently, my hometown Xinyang has undergone tremendous changes.

Xinyang is a land of plenty. It is a tea capital and a famous tourist city! However, Xinyang was not like this in the past! I remember when I was a child, the roads in Xinyang were narrow, and only a few cars could pass on each side. The speeds were very fast, and accidents would happen. Traffic accident.

But now, tsk tsk, it’s incomparable.

Let’s go there. It’s raining and the roads are full of mud. Cars are likely to splash mud on you, and the mud in the countryside may stick to your shoes! The weather is so nice and sunny today, what can I do? Let’s be your tour guide! Well, the first stop is Nanwan Lake! Nanwan Lake is both a tourist attraction and a nature reserve.

Let’s go to Monkey Island first! , it is indeed Monkey Island, full of naughty atmosphere from top to bottom.

Please note that when I went to Monkey Island for the first time, I brought a bag, but a monkey came up and grabbed our handbags. Bao! So naughty! We visited Monkey Island and then went to Xiaoxia Island. The scenery there was beautiful! The flowers were blooming in different shapes, and the rows of peach trees were blushing. With a smile on their faces, groups of willow trees straightened their backs, as if to welcome us.

Then for the second stop, we are going to my hometown-Huangchuan!

In the past, the houses in Huangchuan were all bungalows, and most of the rivers were black, with sewage flowing across them.

The roads were bumpy, potholed, and smelly. The garbage in Xuntian is disgusting.

Now, the river is crystal clear and the roads are green and green! The third stop is the Shihe River! The small bridge is now a rainbow bridge.

Originally, the water of the Shihe River was full of dead fish. Now, the small fish are swimming freely in the water of the Shihe River. It turns out that there are only roosters flying freely on the water of the Shihe River! The mountain is very famous, and now many scenic spots have been developed, such as Nanwan Lake, Bolden, Lingshan, Dashengou, Shangtian Ladder and other very spectacular scenic spots that will make you want to embrace nature.

Xinyang. It is a land of plenty and a capital of tea. I love you! You have changed and become more beautiful. I wish you will become more and more beautiful in the future! My hometown is Li Rui, Class 3(5), Chengguan, Guangshan County, Xinyang City, Henan Province. My hometown is a beautiful village.

My grandfather and grandma live there.

The little animals raised in my hometown are chickens and pigs. There are hills, rivers, old cows and goats.

In spring, the hills are covered with grass and wild flowers, which thrive under the moisture of spring rain.

There are beautiful mountains and green waters everywhere, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

In the summer, the river in front of the door is very lively, with small fish swimming in the river. Every time I go back to my hometown, I have to swim in the river with my children, have water fights, and catch small fish.

Autumn is here, and the crops in the fields are ripe. Everything is yellow, like a ground covered with gold, and there are harvest scenes everywhere... In winter, pieces of snowflakes fall from the sky. , the ground was covered with white coats. The children wore thick cotton coats and made snowmen, had snowball fights and rolled snowballs in the snow. They had a great time.

My hometown is so beautiful, I love my hometown.

Every place has its own specialties. For example, Beijing’s specialty is Beijing roast duck, Xinjiang’s specialty is cantaloupe, Yunnan’s specialty is Pu’er tea... Like other places, my hometown—— Xinyang, Henan also has a specialty that is famous overseas - Xinyang Maojian.

Xinyang Maojian is a tea as famous overseas as Pu'er tea. It is one of my country's traditional famous teas and one of Henan's famous local products.

My grandfather, who has been tasting tea for many years, said that Xinyang Maojian is named "Maojian" because its appearance resembles a needle and its surface is covered with vellus hair. It is also named "Xinyang Maojian" because it is produced in Xinyang.

Xinyang Maojian has a long history.

Xinyang Tea Area is an ancient tea area in my country. It is said that Xinyang was rich in tea during the Tang Dynasty and became the birthplace of Chinese tea culture.

Between 760 and 780 AD, Chinese tea expert Lu Yuyi wrote the world's first tea monograph "The Classic of Tea", which classified Xinyang as the Huainan Tea Area, one of the eight major tea areas at that time. .

There are countless poems written about Xinyang Maojian, but the most famous one is the poem by Su Dongpo, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty: "Huainan tea is the best in Xinyang."

Nowadays, Xinyang Maojian has become a favorite tea among tea lovers.

It not only has a unique taste, refreshing taste and endless aftertaste, but also has a green and bright color, which is pleasing to the eye.

More importantly, drinking Xinyang Maojian has no side effects. It is rich in protein, amino acids, vitamins, etc.

People in Xinyang are very healthy. There are not many fat people on the street, and they all have good skin.

The reason is that they often drink Xinyang Maojian.

Xinyang also has an annual "Tea Festival".

During the Tea Festival, many large-scale activities are held, including tea exhibition reviews, tea ceremonies, and tea art performances. To add to the fun, agricultural product exchange meetings, calligraphy and painting exhibitions, etc. are also held, which is dizzying.

The slogan of the Tea Festival is "Use tea as a matchmaker to make friends."

I hope that more and more Chinese and foreign friends will come to Xinyang, seriously taste a cup of thick Xinyang Maojian, and carefully appreciate the enthusiasm and friendship contained in the tea.

Through Xinyang Maojian, I fell deeply in love with my hometown - Xinyang.

Comment: Xinyang Maojian is a business card of Chinese tea culture, and it is also a unique business card of Xinyang. The author writes about the origin of Maojian’s name, its long history, and its taste. , color, and finally wrote about the tea festival with rich content, with clear thinking, fully expressing his love for Xinyang Maojian and his hometown Xinyang.

Spring in Xinyang I love spring in Xinyang, and I also fall in love with everything about this season.

The spring breeze awakens all things and stretches the writing styles of many literati, resulting in such beautiful poems as "The spring breeze in February is like scissors".

Although the end of the spring breeze still carries a bit of chill, it has thinned the ice on the river bank, thinned people's clothes, weakened people's psychological defenses, and allowed people to open their minds. Go embrace nature.

The spring breeze thinned the clouds, leaving only a few delicate strands to filter the sunlight.

The spring breeze dilutes the color of the sky, giving people a real blue sky.

The waves caused by spring on the water surface make a pool of clear water sway gently.

The spring breeze ruffles people's hair and clothes, gently but not artificially.

People are not bored, standing in the wind, unbuttoning their clothes and enjoying the tender caress.

Under the blowing of spring breeze, spring gives us another feeling.

The early rise in spring allows people to start work in the morning glow, and the late return in spring allows people to... An essay "Spring in Hometown".

There are several articles, so worry about yourself! ! In summer, it's rain that's falling; in autumn, it's yellow leaves falling to the ground; in winter, it's goose-white snowflakes that are falling.

Only spring, the most incredible spring, raises the miracle of life like a blazing flame, which is lively and intoxicating, and even more dazzling.

___________Inscription In the desolate and monotonous winter, I am always looking forward to spring.

I hope her grass will grow with orioles flying, and the silk ribbons will flutter along the embankments. I hope her thousands of trees will have flowers, and the blue waves will ripple. I hope her orchids and lilies will moisturize everything as if they are crispy. I hope her garden will be filled with spring. , falling red like rain.

Now, spring has arrived.

Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have used almost all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring.

Spring brings people vitality and hope.

Spring warms the heart and spleen. "My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling.

"Spring is fleeting. "The flowers in the forest wither in spring." Red, too hasty.

"So "if you have flowers, you must break them, don't wait until the flowers fall."

"Spring is cool and moist, and the street is moist like a light rain. Crisp, the grass looks distant but not there.

"Spring, the wine is fragrant. "May I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.

"Spring, the soul is dreaming. Around, "Where does spring go? There is no way to go in loneliness.

If someone knows where spring has gone, call him back to live with you.

"... When spring brings her unique warmth, the tide When the same thing comes, it can also make people die.

Spring is definitely a canvas soaked in the color of life.

Fresh green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, eyes full of green, gentle to our sight.

There are also a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink, and a little bit of purple flashing like stars, which also surprise our eyes.

So, start walking in spring.

When I step on her soft soil, I realize that the hotbed of life can be so plain.

As long as the old man of the season arrives, all the sleeping seeds can be nurtured here and give life a changing attitude.

Spring is definitely a picture full of the prosperity of life.

Whether it is breaking out of the ground or in bud; whether it is slowly stretching or slowly flowing; whether it is silent or whispering, as long as the old man of the season When the curtain of spring opens, they will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here.

So, I started roaming in spring.

Covered in the soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind pass by.

You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness.

You will also feel that nature is a strange mother. She actually chose to give birth to all kinds of life at the end of winter, when everything is bleak, and let them walk in the most tender first ray of spring. , embrace each other and bring infinite vitality to the world.

Spring is also a gallery showing the magic of life.

You see, every kind of life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information.

Whether they are tall or weak, they all have to go through the process of life and death, and there are also seasons of childishness and maturity.

Whether it is eye-catching or unremarkable, you must follow that specific seasonal trajectory and complete a feat of life in your own specific living space.

Regardless of whether they are famous or not, whether they are born in a rich home or grow in barren sandy soil, all, all, all the things that sprout in spring use their own unique way, use up all your enthusiasm to compose an ode to life.

This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouts here, I really feel a magical beauty.

The warm spring breeze is coming.

It is like an innocent and lively little girl, carrying a colorful magic pen and drawing happily everywhere.

The spring breeze flew over the earth, and the earth turned into a fresh picture: new shoots sprouted stubbornly on the stubble of grass and trees that had been harvested by people.

They grow in the spring breeze without artificial cultivation.

The earth has turned green, setting off red, white, yellow, purple... colorful wild flowers, how beautiful! When the spring breeze blows, the fresh scent of flowers and plants penetrates directly into people's hearts. No matter who it is, they will take a deep breath and feel as happy as drinking nectar.

How cool! After the rain, the sky clears, the sun passes through the rainbow, and the endless rays of light shine on the spring earth, and everything on the earth is full of vitality.

The grass on the ground has wet, thin leaves, and the trees with green branches and leaves look as green as if they had just taken a bath.

The birds sing happily on the branches, which makes people feel happy; the little bees come out to collect nectar, and they fly from this bunch of flowers to that bunch of flowers.

The happiest children are the children in the sun. Some of them chase and jump, some sing and dance, and some fly kites in the blue sky. It is another thriving picture.

However, the most distinctive thing is the spring rain, which falls very ordinary.

It seems that Miss Chun is still young, as long as anyone touches her, she will cry loudly, but she is still young after all, and her crying is not as violent and cruel as in summer. She seems to be bathing human beings. People sort out their previous difficulties and shortcomings and realize their beautiful wishes for others.

In the morning, a piece of fresh air blows into your nostrils, making you feel comfortable. Walking on the grass will make you forget the sadness of the past, give you the courage to continue fighting for life, and face the challenges bravely. You will not feel any fear about anything today.

At noon, a slant of sunlight shines directly into your eyes, allowing you to put aside the coldness of the morning and fill your body with energy, allowing you to study or work more seriously, be more careful, and work harder. Efficiency can be higher.

When you are eating, chatting or doing anything else while bathing in the noon sunshine, you will feel very refreshed and very comfortable.

In the evening, a red sun sets on the top of the mountain. If you are free, you can go for a walk on the country road after dinner and enjoy the red sun. You will feel very happy. Beautiful, you can have sweet dreams at night.

At night, a gentle breeze blew slowly through the window, as if there was a "willow breeze blowing on my face without being cold".

But if you step outside, you will feel like "the spring breeze in February is like scissors".

When you sleep, the wind continues to blow, and you listen to it, like an intermittent lullaby, letting you sleep sweetly.

It was a sunny day in spring.

A day in heaven.

Ah! What a wonderful picture spring is, I love you, spring! Spring is here, and everyone on the earth... Spring composition in my hometown

My hometown is very beautiful all year round.

The spring breeze is proud of the spring sunshine.

In summer, the sky is clear and filled with clouds.

In autumn, the rice waves are rolling and the fruits are ripe and fragrant.

Winter is quiet and deep, and the cold is biting.

But I like my hometown in spring.

"When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere."

Winter has just passed, and spring is approaching quietly.

She came to the field, which was covered with green; she came to the branches, and the branches grew long green hair.

In spring, like a pair of skillful hands full of artistic inspiration, she silently painted one beautiful picture after another for my hometown.

I walked alone on the long winding path beside the field.

Looking towards the fields to the north, everything is lush and lush.

The patches of seedlings on the fields seem to be a symbol of the beauty of my hometown.

The small river and seedlings beside the fields are green and white, extending eastward and gently into the clouds. It is like a beautiful landscape painting, and the color combination is so harmonious and refreshing.

At this time, a gentle spring breeze blew. It was like a mother touching my face with her gentle hands, making me feel extremely comfortable from body to heart.

I continued to walk forward, and I saw all kinds of flowers, peach trees, and pear trees. You didn’t let me, I didn’t let you, they were all blooming with their fragrance.

The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow.

Thousands of bees were buzzing, and colorful butterflies, large and small, were flying around, making it extremely busy and lively.

Wild flowers are everywhere, with names and without names, scattered in the mountains, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking.

As if in a blink of an eye, the blue sky disappeared and the gentle sunshine disappeared.

The bright moonlight appeared, and the shining stars appeared.

The bright moon is a beautiful dream in the night, the river is a selfless dedication in the distance, and the spring is a joyful harvest in the autumn.

In the gentle spring breeze, in the dark night, I look into the distance, searching and thinking. It should be like the spring breeze that adds a touch of color to the leaves of tomorrow, and it should be like the morning glow that adds a touch of color to the morning and evening. memory.

I love the spring in my hometown. It is so beautiful, so lovely, so warm, and so full of vitality.

It makes people intoxicated, makes people nostalgic, inspires people to forge ahead, and encourages people to make progress. The composition "Spring in Hometown" is about 270 words

I love the scorching sun in summer, the autumn with abundant fruits and abundant grains, and the winter with snow and snow.

But what I love most is spring, full of vitality and warm flowers.

My hometown is surrounded by mountains and rivers. In spring, the warm weather melts the ice and snow, and the gentle rays of the sun wake up Grandpa Earth. Look, Grandpa Earth is still doing some good things! As soon as the temperature rises, animals and plants become active.

First the impatient Xiaocao came out. He dug out of the ground and looked around with curious little eyes. This is really "a wild fire that cannot be burned out but spring breeze blows again.

" ah! The grass expresses the vitality of spring with its green color.

Then the willow tree also sprouted small green buds, and the tree was full of green, like a big green umbrella spread out on the ground, "jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

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"How vivid this poem is! The flowers have also woken up, stretching and spreading their branches and leaves.

Later, they rushed to open up, and the whole countryside was everywhere. It was really like "the garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."

"Ah, how appropriate this is.

As soon as spring arrives, the water in the river can't hold it any longer, and it screams happily as it runs.

The little duck flapped its wings, screamed "quack", swaggered into the river, swam and played in the water, it can really be said to be the "duck prophet of Spring River Plumbing"! The spring in my hometown is full of vitality and the spring flowers are blooming. My hometown in spring is so beautiful. The third grade primary school essay "Spring in my hometown" is about 300 words.

Spring is here, and the branches of the willow trees are growing again.

A gust of spring breeze blows, which is very cool.

The stream was blown by the spring breeze and circulated.

The magnolia is blooming, how beautiful it is.

The butterflies are flying here and gathering honey.

The morning glory bloomed, so I stretched out and crawled towards the willow tree where I was doing exercises.

When it saw the willow tree doing exercises, it put up a loudspeaker and played the exercise music.

The flowers and grass started doing exercises to the music.

A little bird sat on a willow tree, and another flew up to it and talked to it.

Could it be that one female and one male are in love? Ha ha! Birds can also fall in love! Peach blossoms are blooming on a peach tree next to it, as if they are competing with the willow tree to see who is the most beautiful! It seems to be saying to the willow tree: "I am the most beautiful, and the birds should fly to my tree pole!" The grass has grown taller, competing with the height of the flowers.

Hua'er said: "I am taller than you.

" Xiaocao said, "I am much taller than you.

""No, I am taller!" ".

This debate is really fierce! No, the flowers grew very tall and overwhelmed the grass! The morning glory said: "Stop, announce the result, the flower wins!" The game is finally over. Fourth grade composition I love the spring in my hometown

Softly, the grass brushes the trouser legs, and the breath of spring is so real and close to the skin.

There are dewdrops lingering on the leaves, falling on the tips of the leaves and refusing to fall.

What refuses to slip are the colors of spring, bright and brisk.

Don’t dare to be too hasty, move your steps slowly, leaving a fresh trace, like a light brush of oil paint inadvertently applied in spring.

Am I afraid of disturbing some dreams and whispers, or am I afraid that the fingers of spring will tickle somewhere in my heart, or that some people and things will disturb my thoughts.

Walk slowly, walk slowly...? The first bird song came from the other side of the woods, clear and loud.

It is the sound of spring, the green trembling sound, which startled my steps and made the first drop of dew fall, splashing on the forehead of the soil, making me panic.

There was a second bird song, very close at hand, in a certain direction above the head, among the leaves, in the buds, and running along the branches.

Immediately afterwards, the third sound, the fourth sound... the whole forest became lively.

Simply lie in the palm of spring and let the sun caress you so wantonly.

Among the sparse leaves, the sunlight turned into golden threads, weaving dazzling patterns, one after another hanging between me and spring.

The grass has stood up, swaying, trying its best to express itself in the embrace of the sun, performing a scrambling dance.

Just like that, the sun gradually smiled.

An unknown flower next to her stared at everything.

Look at me, the grass and the sunshine.

The small petals are lightly yellow.

Hidden in the blades of grass, not wanting to be the first, but inadvertently revealing the pride of spring.

I looked back at the little flower, looking forward to a spring conversation with her, but her thin body hid in the green bushes of the grass.

A breeze blew by, but she hid deeper, flickering in the green grass and darting all the way out of the forest.

Beyond the forest is a river, my mother river.

The river is rising, soaking through the white pebbles, approaching me step by step, approaching the spring-filled island.

She had forgotten the freezing weather last winter and the embarrassment of almost exposing her spine.

Singing softly, flowing forward slowly, with the breath of spring, reflecting the golden slopes on the other side of the river, so comfortable and public. Spring in my hometown - a 1000-word article

Spring in my hometown My hometown is Ganzi Township Tea Club. It is a beautiful place where it is like spring all year round, surrounded by green mountains and green waters.

I love her spring the most.

Open the door that has been closed all winter: spring is here! The peach trees in the yard have been filled with pink flowers for some time. From a distance, they look like a patch of pink clouds. When you get closer, you will see that the flowers are in various shapes and forms! Huaguduoer is like a shy little girl hiding in the arms of her mother in the peach tree and refusing to come out. Some of them spread out a piece of petals, like a newborn baby opening its eyes to see the world. The breeze blows, and the blooming flowers look like graceful flowers. The girl dances in a beautiful gauze dress.

Look, it has attracted a lot of young viewers! The little bees came and sang accompaniment, the little butterflies came and danced to show off their beauty, and the unknown little insects also came to watch. Everyone seemed to be saying: "Come and see! What beautiful flowers! These are beautiful flowers." The petals falling in the wind were not to be outdone, and they flew down leisurely. They were dancing lively on the trees and in the air. Those who didn't know it thought it was snowing heavily.

After a while, a thick pink carpet was laid out, as if wearing a beautiful dress, everything became happy, and the air was filled with a faint sweet fragrance, which was refreshing and made people daydream.

Spring rain. "Tick-tock" started to rain. Sitting in front of the window and listening to the rain, it was like a music teacher playing a beautiful melody. It was intoxicating! Just like the poem said: "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently!" "Yes, the spring rain nourishes all things, but it is so unknown. The leaves are greener, the grass is greener, the bamboo shoots dig up hard, and finally poke their heads out, quietly sucking the dew of spring, After taking a breath, I looked around and admired the charming scenery! The whole nature seemed to have taken a bath, and the air was fresher.

Spring is like a continuous picture, unfolding in the air. No matter how we look at it, we can’t get tired of it. I love my hometown, and I love the spring in my hometown even more! I love the spring in my hometown. Everyone has it. And everyone’s hometown is different in everyone’s heart.

My hometown is beautiful. Each season has its own uniqueness.

But what I like most is the spring in my hometown.

You see? The fields are full of golden rapeseed flowers, arranged neatly like large beds covered with many soft golden quilts.

They blow from time to time. When there is a gust of wind, the fragrant fragrance comes up.

Butterflies and bees also come to join in the fun and dance around the flowers.

Pedestrians passing by are happy to see it.

Look, there are tall and lush fruit trees planted on the mud ridges beside the fields and in front of the farmhouses.

Peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and pear blossoms are all vying to bloom. .

You won’t let me? I won’t let you.

Look, the red, white, pink grass is so beautiful under the tree. It is also very lush and green, which adds a lot of vitality to spring. As the saying goes, "bamboo shoots are springing up after the rain."

Of course, spring rain is also indispensable.

The grass looks brighter and more vibrant.

The spring rain drips into the heart of the flower. The spring breeze shakes the flower branches. It is so beautiful.

When the spring rain comes, all the plants suck it greedily. .

The spring rain is not stingy? Dedicate everything you have to the earth.

Spring is green? Spring is fresh? Spring is colorful? Spring is full of vitality. Full of vitality.

It can be said that no season is as colorful as spring. It is impossible for any kind of paint to paint all the colors of spring.

I like spring? I love spring? I love the charming and beautiful spring in my hometown even more. Write an essay on the beautiful scenery of my hometown in spring

My hometown is a beautiful place with rolling hills and mountains. Mountains, crystal clear streams, and lush bamboo forests.

"Cluck, cluck..." The rooster began to crow.

Slowly, the east became white, and the sun came out.

In the bamboo forest, warm sunlight shines in from the cracks in the leaves.

On the bamboo leaves, naughty little dewdrops rolled around.

Suddenly, from the depths of the bamboo forest, a clear and melodious chirping of birds came, breaking the silence of the early morning.

People who got up early started to get busy.

On a spring morning, if you go for a walk in the fields, you will definitely see a beautiful scene.

Standing on the ridge of the field, looking far into the distance, rapeseed flowers are like a golden carpet, stretching as far as the eye can see.

A gust of wind blew by, and the rape blossoms were waving their hands, as if welcoming guests from afar.

The hard-working farmers are busy in the fields with hoes and shovels.

Let’s go for a walk by the stream again.

On the shore, the pear trees bloomed with small white flowers, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers floated in the air.

The willow tree girl combed her long braid in the warm spring breeze.

A breeze blew by, and the water surface sparkled.

From time to time, cute little fish jump out of the water, greedily sucking in the fresh air... Ah, everything is so vibrant and intoxicating! If you go for a walk on a summer evening, you will often hear the chirping of crickets, weavers, and frogs, forming a cheerful night symphony.

The bright moonlight illuminates the rolling mountains in the distance, covering them with a golden jacket.

"Hurry up, this way!" Looking for the sound, it turned out to be a few children catching fireflies.

The innocent laughter that day is like a beautiful song, telling the joy of childhood...

The tinkling spring water flows into life, and the vastness of the mountains is remembered in my heart. It was during the spring trip that I set foot in the deep mountains and huge valleys. I followed the mountains and went upstream. A stream of poetic and warm wind gently blew over my cheeks, which always makes me nostalgic. It is not difficult to imagine. The green always surrounds you. Green is refreshing and never gets tired of it. It represents the color of life and the color of nature. The long-lost green has regained its freshness and brightness after a winter. I understand. I stopped in the woods and asked, and played hide-and-seek with me. I sang "The Story of Spring" in my mouth, thinking about the joy of summer. There was no shortage of the harmonies of birds, which I never tire of listening to. I sometimes shuttled between In the forest, I sometimes climb and stand on the rocks. The only belief in my heart is-keep going up! The spring soil is treading under my feet. These soils are full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. A trace of clear spring flows in the valley. It keeps flowing down, into my heart, and nourishes my heart. It is like drinking water that has been stored in the cellar for many years. The old wine made me slightly tipsy. I looked at the distant scenery, as if the heaven and the earth were on my chest. I seemed to be the mountain, the mountain god in charge of the green mountains and forests. I always feel a little proud when I think of it. The water flows down, and the mountain goes up. It is long, and I am like a mountain, constantly moving upward. The nearly 90-degree slope failed to make me slide down the deep valley; the cunning old tree failed to trip me. Although my knees were bruised and my hands were scratched, the higher the mountain, the higher the mountain. The harder it is to breathe; the sweat is dripping down like water. But it is all a sacrifice for fighting. Fighting against oneself, fighting against nature. The eyes are always fixed on the top of the mountain, the target is there, the highest end of the mountain! People say: "The benevolent are happy in the mountains, and the wise are happy in the water." Today I walked through the world and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon! Happy!

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