My favorite place essay

Everyone has their favorite places to go, such as the crowded Tiananmen Square; the majestic Great Wall; the clear and majestic Three Gorges; The West Lake is "red"; and Mount Tai, where "the bells of nature are beautiful, and the yin and yang separate the dusk"... There are of course countless places like this, but I don't have a lot of love for them, I just fall deeply in love with that place... Although the mountains there are not as high and dangerous as Mount Huashan, the mountains there are heavy; although the water there is not as strong as the water in the Three Gorges, "even if you ride on the wind and ride on it, don't rush to it", the water there is clear and the four seasons are beautiful. It is different from other places, so I fell in love with it deeply. The spring there has come with the wind blowing gently before the old year is over. All over the mountains and plains, the flowers, plants and trees seemed a little shy at first, and then they dared to sneak out of the soil after a while. They dress themselves up beautifully and prepare to participate in the annual beauty contest in the plant world. The green grass there can give you joy, the colorful flowers can give you affection, and the cozy trees can give you tenderness... The road up the mountain is very narrow, and you will fall into a pile of thorns if you are not careful. But even if you stand on the top of the highest mountain there, you can only see a small part, because each tribe is placed in a cradle by the mountains around it, and others cannot see it at all. The stream flowing under the mountain is crystal clear, flowing from west to east, and you can even see some fish and loaches in it! Summer wakes up after the dream of spring, and the sun warms the earth. On the branches, some cicadas kept chirping, thousands of colorful butterflies were dancing, and hard-working bees were gathering honey among the flowers. At this time, the rain suddenly hit. Some were like cow hair, some were like filaments, and some were like flower needles. They were densely woven diagonally, and some were endless. Despite this, everyone there would still be there. Wearing a straw hat and a hat, we work silently in the water. The sky has finally cleared up, but the stream has swelled. The "water general" here - the crab climbed from the stone cracks to the stone cracks, enjoying the warmth of the sun shining on the body, enjoying the comfort given by nature, and enjoying the beautiful scenery. Fresh air. The picturesque autumn has arrived, with fallen leaves flying up and down the mountain. The stream is still flowing. At this time, there was a picture of a good harvest. Everyone was holding a sickle and harvesting the golden crops happily. There are fruits everywhere. Every time I go there, I will go to the mountains to play and pick some apples, pears, dates, persimmons, oranges and so on. They all taste great. Of course, this is closely connected with people. Yes, because this is the result of the hard work of the people here! The winter girl came, and the mountains became silent. After a heavy snowfall, everything there was wrapped in crystal pure snowflakes. Whenever this time comes, I will invite my family to go there to climb the snowy mountains, have snowball fights, build snowmen, and look for the infinite fun in winter. The creek was covered with a thick white quilt, and I was ready to fall asleep. People have been busy for more than half a year, and it’s time to take a rest. They all lit fires at home and made full preparations to spend the Spring Festival with their families.

"Three layers of wheat quilt in winter, sleep with steamed buns on your pillow in the coming year", yes, that's what it says there! There is my hometown, and I fall deeply in love with it!