I love the 600-word composition of my hometown Weinan.

Hometown, the most beautiful place in my heart. In my heart, there is a photo album belonging to my hometown. In the photo album, there is a golden page-the sky in my hometown.

The sky belonging to my hometown is small and clear.

In the morning, the people's day in their hometown begins with the knocking of pots and pans. The sky in my hometown will give people the best gift-the morning glow. The morning glow is as red as blood. The children looked at the sky, pointed to the morning glow and asked the adults, "Dad, Mom, look how that red silk floated to the sky." Yes, rosy clouds look like silk! She is the masterpiece of the fairy and the proud cloth of the workshop in heaven. That color is saturated and full, thick but not bright, charming but not demon. How can ordinary dyers dye it? After burning the morning glow, it is the setting sun. The sun struggled to climb the towering hills, and the soft light passed through the whole valley.

At noon, my hometown comes alive. People do their own work, and when they are tired, they look up. The sky is like a blue lake, blue to pure blue juice is about to flow out. Looking at it, it seems that I have drunk the sweet lake. She is like a deep blue eye, pure and lovely. In the blue sky, there are white clouds like cotton candy. Baiyun is like a group of naughty dolls, chasing and playing in the charming blue sky.

In the evening, Zhao Xia's sister, Sunset, came to her hometown. As soon as she arrived, she performed the tea set she had just learned. After a while, her footprints turned into red clouds. Hongyun Miao! Some are like young monkeys, some are like naive giant pandas, some are like burning red candles, and some are like ... There are thousands of red clouds flying in the sky, like a magnificent picture. The birds also returned to the forest with the welcome of the sunset glow.

At night, the last sunset has just left, and night falls. The dark night curtain is like an evening dress, so dark. Under the cover of that darkness, the sky is not solemn, but it looks very playful. The evening dress is inlaid with countless bright diamonds, just like eyes full of aura, long eyelashes and playful light, as if there are endless whispers with you. She is also like a small lamp in the valley, navigating for the lost boat-the new moon in the sky. ...

Ah! There is a sky in my heart that belongs to my hometown. She is so beautiful, so vast, so clear, so warm. She carries my yearning for my hometown, my concern and blessing for my hometown.