Composition "The Road Home" Grade 4

The roads in my hometown, except those deliberately designed, present a kind of natural beauty. Because he was not designed by any designer. Its appearance is very common, and it was trampled out by people. The path is by the pond, not far from my home. When I was a child, I always liked to play with my friends on the path, so adults should look at the path from time to time, lest we accidentally fall into the pond. After junior high school, I have to take a walk on the path every weekend when I go home, and I feel particularly warm in my heart.

Every spring, a layer of green shoots will be born on the path, so lovely and gentle, just like naughty children, full of curiosity about the outside world, you won't have the heart to step on them. Standing by the path, I seem to have become a grass, completely integrated into the spring.

When the hot summer comes, the path presents another scene: the sun is shining, but the grass and wild flowers stand there indomitable, and after some tempering, they are full of vitality. Green makes people want to lie down and indulge in it.

When autumn comes, I like to walk on the path in the morning light. It's a little cold in the morning and it's quiet around. The air is mixed with the smell of earth, and the dew on the grass is crystal clear, showing different colors under the illumination of morning light. My shoes were soaked with dew, but I didn't care, because I got spiritual satisfaction.