Hometown scenery Duhao composition 600 Chaoshan

My hometown lives by the sea and was born by the sea. This is a town near the sea.

I don't have much contact with my hometown, but I think I still like my hometown, the coastal city facing the sea.

Many times, I like to wander around the sea. Such a quiet and magical sea. Proudly swaying, telling exquisite and gorgeous stories for thousands of years.

And those desperate and humble lonely stories have sunk into the depths of the sea. Under the comfort of the sea breeze again and again, all the wounds have healed, once again jumping out of the sea and into the sky, painting clouds, watching the joys and sorrows of the world, crying for the misfortune of the unfortunate and the happiness of the happy, thus accompanying people and dyeing the love of the world.

Blue sea, golden dusk, beating waves, smoked red clouds. Goldfish are playing freely and carefree, which is such a leisurely scene. Occasionally, children's playful laughter came from a distance. With the sunset, everyone and everything seemed to be plated with a thin layer of gold, just like ancient Roman sculptures.

Mysterious and distant, free and leisurely.

Oh, the scenery in my hometown is unique!

There is always some contempt for parks. It exists in that artificial way. Just like a good piece of cloth, it was suddenly splashed with ink, and suddenly it existed, ugly and domineering.

But Jinsha Park is so different.

Exquisite sculptures are distributed in various scenic spots without publicity. The dense forest next to it grows wantonly and loosely, just like groups of children who go fishing with their father. It is thick and powerful, but it is still accompanied by a bit of innocence. Raise your innocent smiling face in the sun and make a crisp sound.

The pool is as clear as the legendary fairy. Tourists go boating. I seem to see such a group of people rowing in the middle of the lake, talking loudly, and sometimes bending over and putting their hands into the water, fiddling at will and letting the lake pass through their fingers.

A pool of spring water is calm.

Oh, the scenery in my hometown is unique!

Many times, I like to write about people. Real travel is not about mountains and rivers, but about local conditions and customs. I like the enthusiasm of my hometown people when they advise me to drink; I like the hearty laughter of the people in my hometown; I like the reality of bargaining in the people's market in my hometown; Those hospitable and simple people in my hometown, aren't you enjoying a beautiful scenery?

Ah! Hometown, your scenery is so unique, your scenery is so quiet, you are so mysterious and you are so beautiful.

Oh! The scenery in my hometown is unique!