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1 a quiet midsummer

Without the prosperity and noise of the city, without the dampness and obscurity of the seaside, without the clouds lingering in the south of the Yangtze River. After the boiling, the euphemistic expression of peace and harmony may be little known, ordinary and monotonous, but it is only the corner of the vast world, but I still miss her so much, because she is my hometown, a simple, comfortable, cheerful and simple country.

Fragments woven by the broken sun are scattered in the midsummer evening, cicadas are singing and playing the tireless works of Liu Yemei. The radian of the sun still rises and falls beautifully, with a little warmth in implication.

Xia Feng flirted lightly on the treetops at dusk, conquering the noise and disharmony of the world. Everything is shallow and sleepless, only the brush touches the nib. I wanted to record the irritability in the hot summer, but I scratched it and landed on the boundless rice paper. The blue night is confusing. Looking at the twinkling stars in the night sky, the shadow of the phoenix tree is sweeping the whole summer. The night lights were scattered all over the floor, and the farmers who came home late with their wages unloaded the fatigue of the day, quietly lying on the grass at midnight, wandering on the edge of their dreams, painstakingly drifting, quietly tracing the elves, butterflies, purple dragonflies, turtles and frogs at noon ... jumping to meet every boredom and resentment.

After dinner, we all went out of the house. The pitted bluestone platform is covered with green moss, which exudes a humid atmosphere and captures the femininity of the night. On the ancient earth wall, the earth is full of interest, mixed with flowers, but there is a faint light lingering in our hearts. At the right time, we walked out of the house with excitement and anxiety, looking for cicada pupa in the dim light. The rough tree is covered with cicadas and pupae, standing opposite each other, with a happy smile on his face. We are jumping happily on the rugged country road, constantly catching every flicker in our hearts, and every capture will give us every sweet happiness.

The faltering grandmother came out trembling, leaning back on the bamboo basket chair, singing with a huge cattail leaf fan in her hand, her kind eyes tied with the shadow of the moon and the traces of the road, and her wings flew in the golden years.

People in twos and threes gradually got together and chatted under the huge shade. No matter what the content is, they don't want to use refined words or not. As long as people are interested, they will always put in a sentence or two from time to time, and laughter, sighs and research sounds will continue to come from the east to the west of the village.

Late at night, cicadas began to get tired, unable to play the cool moonlight music, and the frogs in the field were dumb. People who have worked hard for a day, with smiles, fall asleep, slowly hide in the curtains of the night and disappear with the wind. At this time, the wind will whisper with the stars, gently shake in the cradle of midnight, and shake in the mood of the country.

Stories without twists and turns, novels without feedback, moonlight inserted in village dreams.

The flying ladybug, like a competent tour guide, is deeply missed by rice. Seasons inject fresh milk into April's life and promote maturity.

The cuckoo's voice crossed the mature hillside and planted fragrant memories.

This is my hometown; This is my village; This is the place that haunts me.

2 Beautiful hometown

My hometown is very beautiful. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and new rural buildings are hidden in dense Woods.

In the morning, I walked through the fish pond. The towering plane trees and willows on both sides nodded in the breeze. Fish swim freely in the water, and the wild flowers by the pond are reflected in the water, which is very beautiful. It really feels like "fish in the middle of a hundred flowers, people walking in the painting".

I came to the vegetable garden before I knew it. 1 of "Ah", just stepped into the vegetable garden, a new autumn wind came to my face, and at the same time rushed into my sensory organs with the fragrance of flowers, which was so deep and fragrant. At this time, I opened my mouth and opened it wider. I opened my eyes and absorbed all the beautiful scenery before me. Look, those watery vegetables look so tender. It must taste sweet and crisp! Golden and silver cauliflowers are in full bloom, attracting groups of bees and butterflies to sing and dance, collect flowers and pollinate. Although the beautiful scenery here is not as good as Guilin's landscape, it embodies the blood and sweat once shed by my hometown elders.

The morning in my hometown is so charming. Although it is not as fascinating as Hangzhou West Lake, I hope to be in its arms forever.

The four seasons in my hometown are colorful and unforgettable. It is not only picturesque, but also has good memories of my childhood.

In my memory, my hometown is the most beautiful in spring. Spring is the time for everything to revive. From that moment on, everything was full of vitality. Willow buds are sprouting, the ice in the river is melting, and even swallows are flying back here from the far south. All this is so beautiful and prosperous. Almost every spring, I will go for an outing with my companions and observe the changes in my hometown.

Hot summer often makes people lazy, but we children can't be idle for a moment. We went up the mountain with friends to catch cicadas and butterflies, and when we were tired, we rested in the tree. The scenery in the forest is more beautiful. There are many kinds of birds living and multiplying, and there are many beautiful wild flowers, butterflies and bees flying in the air, singing birds and flowers.

The geese fly south, and autumn has arrived. In this harvest season, we also ran to the mountains, not for anything else, just to eat wild fruits and pick wild mushrooms. Although the earth will gradually lose its former grace, we are all very happy because we have been blessed and rewarded by the earth.

The cold winter is a white world with silver makeup everywhere and the scenery is very charming. Of course, this also creates a lively atmosphere for us. We have snowball fights and make snowmen ... The so-called "old people are not old", and even grandparents aged six or seven come out to play with us.

Although the scenery of the four seasons in my hometown is not as beautiful as the scenic spots near and far civilization, it contains many childhood feelings and will always be the most beautiful in my heart!

3 Chen Chun

One morning in March, I came to the canal bank with my camera on my back, stepping on the thin morning fog and facing the morning wind, eager to capture a beautiful spring morning.

A glow from the east, shining with golden light, swayed on the river and painted the opposite mountain clearly. At this time, in addition to the tactfulness of crisp birds singing, it is the gurgling canal water beating against the embankment and playing a beautiful morning song. Suddenly, a faint fragrance came with the wind and shocked people. I can't help looking at the depressions and hills on both sides of the canal river, piles and pieces, such as sunrise and flame ... Oh! It is the spring breeze that blooms peach blossoms.

Spring and March are the seasons when peach blossoms bloom. At this time, in addition to the tender grass, little by little, occasionally appear under the roadside dam, that is, peach blossoms that smile all over the mountains.

Looking at the banks of the canal river from a distance, the north shore is really the hometown of peach blossoms. The breeze is blowing, and the peach blossoms on the shore float leisurely. No wonder the poet Wang Wei said, "The grass is green in the rain and the peach blossoms are burning on the water." So I jumped on the ferry and hurried to the north shore.

The morning sun leaped over the hill, removing the faint morning fog on the surface of the light cage and making the river suddenly clear. The mountains on both sides of the strait are reflected in the water, presenting a beautiful landscape picture. You see, peach blossoms are burning, and Ying Ying is about to drip, red and white, uneven and harmonious. As the canoe moves slowly, this long-axis photo is gradually elongated. ...

I jumped off the boat, climbed the stairs and went deep into the peach blossom jungle. I accidentally bumped into a branch on the way, and the dew on the petals was sprinkled on my body and face from time to time, which was extremely cool.

Drilling into the depths of peach blossoms is a charming scenery. Be in bud, shy; In full bloom, slim and graceful. Clusters of pure jade, dreamlike; The burning pink clouds are very beautiful. Laugh at the peach grove in spring, and make trouble in spring. A peach blossom is fragrant and charming. Immersed in this elegant and refined state, my heart can't stand the harassment of fragrance and gradually get drunk.

I quickly grabbed the camera, eager to photograph this beautiful spring morning. Suddenly, a pure poem came to my ears: "The most important thing is the benefits of a spring …" I looked inside, ah, what a picture it is!

Not far from the lens side, there is a girl leaning against a peach tree. She was dressed in light green, and peach branches fluttered slightly above her head. The bright morning sun passes through the peach grove, which casts a wonderful background color on this painting. The girl is holding a book and reciting a poem gently, just like an absorbed painter, with longing in her eyes and hope in her eyes, drawing a blueprint in her heart one by one.

This is more than a landscape of "peach blossoms set each other off"!

short review

The author seized the beautiful scenery of spring morning, mobilized his hearing, sight and smell, and enjoyed the beauty of nature to the fullest.

In Infinite Spring, the author found a moving picture of a spring morning: a girl is studying in the spring morning!

The author grasped the characteristics of spring and wrote an atmosphere with the characteristics of the times, which is a rare masterpiece.

Four eyes passed by in the spring breeze.

Spring has arrived, the sun is shining, it is warm and crisp, the wind is very thin, and the willow branches are brushing the wall. Passers-by don't know, but rouge worries can't be brushed off.

It's dawn and I'm sleepy. I woke up in my dream and realized that my clothes were cold and empty last night. I opened the window with my hands. The wind is moist and fragrant, and the moisture is fragrant. It rained last night and fell all over the floor, soaked in dust and mud. It's another spring. Touching the scene of injury adds a bit of sadness.

In the mirror, the hair is covered with snow. If the skin is coagulated, the eyebrows are far away from tears, cold as ice, and the makeup is silent. No one can understand this smell. Lonely railings, delicate hands, who wants to hold them. Looking to the north, there are heavy smoke screens, long grass and flying warblers, and peach blossoms everywhere. Whoever comes out of the group laughs.

Several cold and hot summers, like a lifetime ago. I remember when you went to the north, the shadow of loneliness was still there. You waved a farewell paper and I wanted several generations to resolve it. You gradually become a lonely shadow, so I don't know my loneliness. The wind is blowing and whistling, making people leave, making your determination fade and making me sad. Far away, strangers to each other, so the letter was broken and there was no news.

How can I know where to send a complaint against acacia? Over the years, everyone has been competing for utility. Warm first and then cold, you can know whether your clothes have lost weight. Do you know it's spring in ancient countries?

Looking up at the sky, a few shallow clouds, soft springs, sky blue and refreshing. How many kites are flying and which children are playing in the green fields? Suddenly, I felt my eyes moist, and the spring water gradually floated, and the wind rippled.

I've been trying to have a long dream all my life. Wake up with tears on your pillow, and the world of mortals remains the same. If time were reversed, would you and I laugh all over the world? People go to the empty building, an oath, I care about it all my life. what can I do?

Iraqis feel sorry for themselves, stick tea on the fence and look north. This is a stranger. The lonely shadow refracts, the rouge is cold, the spring is crisp, it doesn't warm the Iraqi people's hearts, and the wind blows shallow clouds, which can't erase the rouge sorrow.