The beautiful hometown of Longkou is written in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

1. A composition for third grade students describing the spring, summer, autumn and winter in their hometown of Longkou

There are five wonders in Wuzhi Mountain: strange rocks, strange seams, strange caves, strange trees, and strange vines.

We walked through the winding paths and saw ancient arm-like vines wrapped around the towering old trees on the roadside. The vine is bare, clinging tightly to the huge tree trunk, lying on the steep stone wall. It's unclear how long it is. It is said to be more than a thousand years old! Some strange and different boulders are dotted among the green forest.

Unknowingly, we came to the Five Fingers’ Wonderful Seam—the belly seam. This is a long, narrow stone crevice that gets darker as it goes in, and can only allow one person to pass sideways.

I looked up and looked, ah! There is only a thin blue line left in the sky. The stone walls on both sides were slippery and wet.

After walking for about ten minutes, my eyes suddenly opened up. We have already walked through the belly-grinding gap, and it really rubbed my belly just now! Crossing the line of sky, various birds chirped one after another along the way, the mountain peaks in the distance were rolling, and the clouds covered the fog.

Suddenly I heard a burst of high-pitched and powerful Hakka folk songs, and I quickly ran along the singing. It turned out to be a white-haired, ruddy-faced old man singing folk songs leisurely.

After singing, the old man told me that he had written all the lyrics engraved on the stone tablet describing the beautiful scenery of Wuzhi Peak. He is almost eighty years old and has lived in the mountains for decades.

The water here is sweet and the mountains are beautiful, which is very nourishing. Now he can even carry a load of more than 100 kilograms up the mountain! After saying that, he started playing and singing by himself again. The singing was so beautiful. 2. A third-grade composition describing the spring, summer, autumn and winter in Longkou, my hometown

There are five wonders in Wuzhi Mountain: strange rocks, strange seams, strange caves, strange trees and strange vines. We walked through the winding paths and saw ancient arm-like vines entwined on the towering old trees on the roadside. The vine is bare, clinging tightly to the huge tree trunk, lying on the steep stone wall. It's unclear how long it is. It is said to be more than a thousand years old! Some strange and different boulders are dotted among the green forest.

Unknowingly, we came to the Five Fingers’ Wonderful Seam—the belly seam. This is a long, narrow stone crevice that gets darker as it goes in, and can only allow one person to pass sideways. I looked up and saw, ah! There is only a thin blue line left in the sky. The stone walls on both sides were slippery and wet. After walking for about ten minutes, my eyes suddenly opened up. We have already walked through the belly-grinding gap, and it really rubbed my belly just now!

Crossing the line of sky, various birds chirped one after another along the way, the distant mountain peaks were rolling, and the clouds covered the fog. Suddenly I heard a burst of high-pitched and powerful Hakka folk songs, and I quickly ran along the singing. It turned out to be a white-haired, ruddy-faced old man singing folk songs leisurely. After the old man finished singing, he told me that he had written all the lyrics engraved on the stone tablet describing the beautiful scenery of Wuzhi Peak. He is almost eighty years old and has lived in the mountains for decades. The water here is sweet and the mountains are beautiful, which is very nourishing. Now he can even carry a load of more than 100 kilograms up the mountain! After saying that, he started playing and singing by himself again. The singing was so beautiful! 3. A 310-word essay on my beautiful hometown, Longkou

My beautiful hometown is located in Longkou, an urban area in the northwest of the Jiaodong Peninsula. This is the largest local port in the country, and it is shining like a bright pearl. If you want to know about my hometown, then follow me to learn about my charming hometown. The most famous thing here is our red apples and delicious vermicelli.

&When I mention my hometown, Longkou, I can’t help but think of the specialty of my hometown - apples. The apples in Longkou are big, sweet and delicious. The skin of a ripe apple is very smooth and red. The look of it makes my mouth water. When I take a bite, it is crispy, sweet and delicious. But it comes at an unusual time. My family also grows apples, and I have a deep love for it. Every spring, tender buds appear on the apple trees. Don’t underestimate these little buds. This is the farmer’s uncle’s hope for the year! Under the caress of the spring breeze girl, a few days later, the buds slowly grew up, and then a tree full of flowers bloomed. A week later, small green apples grew. This is all the credit of Miss Chunfeng, who nurtured Little Apple’s life. The little apple slowly grows up, during which there is an important step - commonly known as "fruit thinning". "Thinning the fruit" means to cut off the useless apples. This is a careful job, which is related to the success of the apples when they grow up. The second step is bagging, which is hard work. Most every household has dozens or even hundreds of trees, with about millions of small apples. The farmer uncle has to bag them all. You can imagine how time-consuming and labor-intensive it is! This is only a small part. To cultivate good apples, you need to apply pesticides, fertilize, pick bags, etc. Apple's management process is really not easy. 4. Composition: 170 to 200 words about my beautiful hometown in spring, summer, autumn and winter

My hometown is a beautiful place. Here, green mountains are surrounded by green water, and the Xin'an River flows out from here. Folk culture It develops from here. This is Dameikou Village. Here flowers bloom in spring, green trees shade in summer, fresh fruits fragrant in autumn, and white snow falls in winter.

Let me introduce them to you one by one!

Early spring is a painter with gentle steps. When you notice the arrival of early spring, a few misty spring rains, the mountains are green and the water is green. At this time, Miss Chun has printed every corner. The colors are pink, delicate yellow, snow white, and of course more tender green. The gurgling Xin'an River becomes more and more rapid and beautiful. On the mountain, green buds sprouted from the trees, and the spring sun turned the grass mats into bright green. The delicate grass leaves seemed to be poured with a layer of oil, which was bright and attractive. There are also beautiful azaleas all over the mountains and plains. There are patches of rapeseed flowers everywhere in the fields, as if they have laid a golden carpet on the earth. A group of children shuttled through the sea of ??flowers, running and playing...

In early summer, the sun shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is filled with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins. The two ancient large camphor trees at the entrance of the village are in bloom, and the fragrance is fragrant. People passing by here will stop and quietly smell the fragrance. The puppy lay under the eaves with its tongue hanging out and panting heavily. As long as you come to the farmland, in this hot weather, you can still see the farmer uncles still working hard in the fields. Farmers all hope they can have a good harvest. During the summer vacation, children bathed, swam, and had water fights in the river. From the willow trees on both sides of the river, the sound of "cicada, cicada" came from the cicadas, as if they were reminding the children to pay attention to their safety.

Autumn, no matter where it is, is beautiful. However, there is a different kind of beauty in autumn in my hometown. The fallen leaves dancing with the autumn wind are so elegant and moving. In the rice fields, there is a scene of harvest. The sorghum seemed to be drunk, red and red, but the rice was bent down, as if to welcome the arrival of some distinguished guest. The cotton was also ripe, the cotton bolls split their mouths, and the cotton was exposed like teeth. There was also a group of children who picked up bamboo poles and ran to the mountains to beat chestnuts. As soon as the stick was hit on the chestnut tree, the chestnut fell down with a "plop".

When Father Time stepped into winter, his hometown was covered by the pure and crystal snowflakes, and even the water surface was covered with shining ice. Beside the pond, wintersweet and green bamboo are friends. The lingering fragrance fills the garden, which is intoxicating and makes people forget the chill of winter. As soon as it snows, a group of children will go straight to the open field and play making snowmen and having snowball fights.

Spring blossoms and autumn harvests, year after year, the four seasons change. This is my beautiful hometown, where I grew up. No matter how long it takes, I still retain the deep memories of my childhood and my deep love for my hometown. 5. The third grade composition about the beauty of spring, summer, autumn and winter in my hometown must be written 360

Beautiful hometown

My hometown is in the countryside, it is a very beautiful place. I like its tranquility, but even more so the colorfulness of its four seasons.

Spring has returned to the earth, and all kinds of plants have begun to take root and sprout. The little swallows are also back, singing "chirp" on the branches, adding infinite vitality to the lovely spring. The children took off their cotton-padded clothes, rushed out of the house, and ran to the fields. Some of the children were fertilizing and watering the plants; some lingered in the fragrance of the flowers; and some were playing games in the fields. Such a scene can only be created by the most skilled painters. You can draw it.

In summer, the earth is shrouded in scorching sun. The flowers are blooming in all their glory. You will see many people enjoying the shade under the big trees, and occasionally you will smell the fragrant fragrance. oh! It turns out that an unknown flower bloomed. Although they are very inconspicuous, they also add color to the summer scenery.

In autumn, Aunt Qiu quietly came to the orchard. The fruits of the orchard are ripe. The red persimmons hang on the branches like agates, and occasionally chat with sister Apple; the yellow pears are making faces with the children; the pomegranates also want to play hide-and-seek with the children! It's a dodgy scene, and it's a beautiful harvest scene.

In winter, heavy snow covers the entire village. The trees are covered with silver, the ground is covered with snow blankets, and everything is white. The children put on cotton-padded clothes and made snowmen and had snowball fights in the snow. It was really a charming pastoral landscape painting.

My hometown is not bad! If you come to our hometown, we will warmly entertain you! 6. Composition: Beautiful hometown (not written according to the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter)

Beautiful hometown

This autumn, my parents took me to my hometown to play. On this day, The sky is so high and so blue. In the high and blue sky, there are traces of white clouds, and groups of wild geese fly south, sometimes forming a line, sometimes forming a herringbone. Unknowingly, I walked to my grandpa’s house. The charming scenery of my hometown unfolded before my eyes.

There is a green orchard in front of my grandfather’s house. The large grape trellis is covered with a large bunch of purple grapes, the purple is green inside, the green inside is translucent, like big, round, extremely beautiful pearls, sparkling and watery. Those bright red oranges, in groups of five and three, head to head and face to face, seemed to be whispering: "Little master, welcome back! We thought you had forgotten us!" "I smiled slightly, shook my head and said, "No, how could I forget you!" The most coveted thing is the golden and yellow pear.

The skin is thin and juicy, and it tastes so addictive! The big, round and heavy red apples bent the branches, blowing in the breeze, and kept nodding to me.

There is a small river beside the orchard. The river water is cool and the bottom is cool. Several small fish are playing and playing in the river, which is very cute. There are maple trees on both sides of the river, how red they are! It was like a fire. Fallen leaves drifted down with the breeze. But the pine trees by the river are still so tall and green. The clear river reflects the red leaves and green trees, how beautiful it is!

There are also rice fields, with bursts of fragrance wafting from the yellow fields. The grains of rice are so plump that the stems of the rice can't stand straight up when pressed, as if they are thanking the earth for its nurturing grace.

I like my beautiful hometown! 7. Grade 3 composition "Beautiful Hometown Seizes Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter", 100 words

One morning fifty years ago, a middle-aged man took one last affectionate look at his hometown where he had lived for half his life. Embarked on the road away from home.

That man is my grandfather. That day, he got up extra early in order to see his familiar hometown again. He didn't like to wander around, but he made an exception and walked around the old town of Sui'an. Use your weather-beaten hands to touch the broken city wall, and use your feet accustomed to walking on mountain roads to step on the streets paved with bluestones. He really wished to seal every scene in front of him in his mind, even if it was a crack on the city wall, even if it was a bird in the sky, even if it was the crooked old locust tree at the city gate... Everything that was ordinary in the past is so important to him now.

My grandfather still left. He immigrated to Jiande and settled there. With hard work, the family's life gradually improved. But the appearance of the old city of Sui'an was always lingering in my grandfather's mind. Every evening after dinner, my grandfather always sat on the threshold under the setting sun, looking in the direction of the old city of Sui'an, and uncovering the appearance of the old city of Sui'an that had been buried deep in his memory. He seemed to have returned to his hometown, seeing those ancient buildings again, seeing the pedestrians rushing back and forth on the road paved with bluestones, smelling the smell of various snacks in the shops on both sides of the road, and hearing the shouts of the vendors. Whenever he thinks of this, he smiles. But when he realized that everything around him was no longer the scenery of his hometown, he often showed a sad expression. He really hoped that one day he could return to his hometown and see the changes in his hometown. However, he ultimately failed to achieve it.

My father and I fulfilled our grandfather’s last wish and returned to Chun’an. Chun'an at that time was no longer what my grandfather described. There are no longer low and old tile-roofed houses here, replaced by row upon row of buildings; no more shouting vendors on the roadside, replaced by lively and bustling markets; no longer human-powered unicycles, replaced by beautiful and streamlined cars and motorcycles. ...

It turns out that the ancient Sui'an has been sleeping under Qiandao Lake, and the young Qiandao Lake Town of Chun'an County, which it gave birth to, is striding towards us, with a lake of clear water and several lakes. There are green mountains, 20- and 30-story high-rise buildings reaching into the sky, a constant flow of cars on the wide highway, and spacious supermarkets with everything you need... Speedboats speed across the lake, creating waves, and how many Chinese and foreign tourists swim in this landscape. ...

The construction of the mountain city is still developing rapidly. It is difficult to fit the new look of Chun'an in 50 years into a photo album. Let's pick a few fragments! My father also said with emotion. This year during the Qingming Festival, my father and I took photos of the Qiandao Lake Memorial Monument and the new tourist pier, bringing this embodiment of beauty to my grandfather’s grave. The breeze blew by, and I seemed to see my grandfather smiling at the prosperity of his hometown like thousands of wanderers from Chunsui County...

Junior High School of Qiandao Lake Junior High School, Chun'an County, Zhejiang Province 2: Yu Ruiyang 8. The third grade composition of the beautiful hometown Shidian is about spring, summer, autumn and winter

My hometown is very beautiful, otherwise just listen to me!

In spring, the trees sprout new branches and grow green leaves. Suddenly, a few cute little swallows flew over, one behind the other, one to the left, one to the right, flying back and forth, like a few children chatting while walking. The little swallows are so cute. They fly to the beams and then fly to the wires. When they stand on the wires, their bodies are like little musical notes. They are so cute.

In summer, the lining of the tree is tightly packed together and turns into a huge green umbrella. Although it is steaming above, it is cool below. Children like to play or chat under the trees. And the adults play chess there and enjoy the cool air. How wonderful this is!

In autumn, fruits and crops are ripe. You see, the apple's rosy face looks like a shy little girl; the grapes are like the smiling faces of dolls, and the chubby body will make people feel that the grapes are sour, sweet, delicious and delicious! Mai Miao shook her body and looked like a golden silk scarf, so beautiful!

In winter, there is silvery white snow in the sky. The snow on the ground is thick, like a thick brocade quilt, cold and very cold. The pond is frozen, and I often skate on it.

My hometown is very beautiful, otherwise let me tell you!

In spring, the trees sprout new branches and grow green leaves.

Suddenly, a few cute little swallows flew over, one behind the other, one to the left, one to the right, flying back and forth, like a few children chatting while walking. The little swallows are so cute. They fly to the beams and then fly to the wires. When they stand on the wires, their bodies are like little musical notes. They are so cute.

In summer, the lining of the tree is tightly packed together and turns into a huge green umbrella. Although it is steaming above, it is cool below. Children like to play or chat under the trees. And the adults play chess there and enjoy the cool air. How wonderful this is!

In autumn, fruits and crops are ripe. You see, the apple's rosy face looks like a shy little girl; the grapes are like the smiling faces of dolls, and the chubby body will make people feel that the grapes are sour, sweet, delicious and delicious! Mai Miao shook her body and looked like a golden silk scarf, so beautiful!

In winter, there is silvery white snow in the sky. The snow on the ground is thick, like a thick brocade quilt, cold and very cold. The pond is frozen, and I often skate on it.

My hometown is very beautiful, otherwise let me tell you!

In spring, the trees sprout new branches and grow green leaves. Suddenly, a few cute little swallows flew over, one behind the other, one to the left, one to the right, flying back and forth, like a few children chatting while walking. The little swallows are so cute. They fly to the beams and then fly to the wires. When they stand on the wires, their bodies are like little musical notes. They are so cute.

In summer, the lining of the tree is tightly packed together and turns into a huge green umbrella. Although it is steaming above, it is cool below. Children like to play or chat under the trees. And the adults play chess there and enjoy the cool air. How wonderful this is!

In autumn, fruits and crops are ripe. You see, the apple's rosy face looks like a shy little girl; the grapes are like the smiling faces of dolls, and the chubby body will make people feel that the grapes are sour, sweet, delicious and delicious! Mai Miao shook her body and looked like a golden silk scarf, so beautiful!

In winter, there is silvery white snow in the sky. The snow on the ground is thick, like a thick brocade quilt, cold and very cold. The pond is frozen, and I often skate on it.

My hometown is very beautiful, otherwise let me tell you!

In spring, the trees sprout new branches and grow green leaves. Suddenly, a few cute little swallows flew over, one behind the other, one to the left, one to the right, flying back and forth, like a few children chatting while walking. The little swallows are so cute. They fly to the beams and then fly to the wires. When they stand on the wires, their bodies are like little musical notes. They are so cute.

In summer, the lining of the tree is tightly packed together and turns into a huge green umbrella. Although it is steaming above, it is cool below. Children like to play or chat under the trees. And the adults play chess there and enjoy the cool air. How wonderful this is!

In autumn, fruits and crops are ripe. You see, the apple's rosy face looks like a shy little girl; the grapes are like the smiling faces of dolls, and the chubby body will make people feel that the grapes are sour, sweet, delicious and delicious! Mai Miao shook her body and looked like a golden silk scarf, so beautiful!

In winter, there is silvery white snow in the sky. The snow on the ground is thick, like a thick brocade quilt, cold and very cold. The pond is frozen, and I often skate on it. 9. An essay about loving my hometown and loving Longkou

In the east of the world, there is an ancient country, which is beautiful and broad; in the east of the world, there is a great nation, which is hardworking and strong; In the east, there is a vast fertile land, which is magical and vast.

The surging Yellow River is her blood; the towering Mount Tai is her backbone, and she is my motherland, China. Since I was a child, the word "China" has left a deep impression in my heart. Looking at the globe filled with mountains and rivers, the majestic mountains and ridges of the motherland, the winding Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, have been deeply impressed by my mind. deeply engraved in my heart.

I remember when I was a child, my mother pointed to several national flags and asked me: Which one do you like best? I proudly answered: Of course it is China’s five-star red flag! Mom asked why again? I said: "Because China's red flag is the brightest, because I am Chinese, 7a64e4b893e5b19e31333264623837because I have the blood of the Chinese nation flowing in my body, and because I am a descendant of Yan and Huang." For thousands of years, my motherland has gone through many ups and downs.

Today, we have finally embarked on the road to internationalization on the horizon of the world. Today's China is no longer a weak country at the mercy of others. Today's China has a splendid culture and has created great achievements that have impressed the whole world.

You see, the Shenzhou spacecraft soars into the sky; Chang'e-1 invites people to travel to the moon; and the great motherland's successful bid for the Olympics are all showing to the world: China is integrating with the world, advancing with the times, and developing rapidly. develop.

As a Chinese, how can I not be proud? Just on this land, there is a magical and beautiful place, that is my hometown-Ningxia.

Ningxia’s mountains and rivers include not only the majestic and rough desert scenery, but also the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. It is also rich in rare treasures. You see, the lush 800-meter forest belt on both sides of the Linggu Highway is showing the world that the vast desert has bowed its head before the Lingwu people! The clear long flowing water is like a white stream, lying quietly on the edge of the Mu Us Desert. It inherits and records the endless wonders of thousands of years! You see, those long red dates that are fragrant for thousands of miles have left China and gone to the world.

Its bright red color and sweet taste symbolize the diligence and wisdom of the Lingwu people. As a Lingwu person, how can I not be proud? I love my hometown, I love her soft cashmere, I love her Wujin Yanghe, I love her clear flowing water, and I love her fragrance of red dates.

My beloved hometown has wings to fly, riding on the east wind of the western development, flying to the world and the future. Ah, Lingwu, my lovely hometown, you are a passionate land that nurtures us endlessly! You are a fertile land that nourishes our souls from generation to generation! Let us dress you and sing for you.

I believe that in the near future, my hometown will have a better tomorrow! The future of our motherland will be more brilliant.