There are more than 500 words in this composition about my hometown.

My hometown is a garden full of flowers; My hometown is a forest with the coolness of green trees; My hometown is a field with the hope of harvest; My hometown is a snow scene, shining with the light of ice crystals.

Looking back, everyone wanted to eat, and the small yard was full of fruits and vegetables. All year round, as long as something can be planted, the yard will be full. Look, all kinds of colors are mixed together. It's a mess. What a crowded and messy yard. Now, every family doesn't grow vegetables very much, but flowers. Flowers keep coming all the year round. In spring, Chinese rose and roses are in full bloom. Flowers are more prosperous and colorful in summer. In autumn, flowers should wither, but chrysanthemums are in full bloom. In winter, it snows heavily, but plum blossoms are in full bloom in the branches. Throughout the year, the fragrance is constant. Sweet and beautiful hometown is like a garden.

In the past, the village was bare and there were few trees outside. In summer, adults chatting outside sit along the wall, and most children hide in the house and fan their fans. The room is like a steamer and the outside is like a hot pot. Now, green trees are planted in front of the house, on both sides of the street and outside the village. Although it is not as dense as a forest, it is also sheltered by trees. In summer, adults enjoy the cool under the tree and children play under it. Dense leaves bring coolness. Cool, as cool as a forest home.

Looking back, the fields are full of crops, including corn, rice and peanuts. At that time, people's planting technology was not very high. Although they worked hard, the harvest was not very satisfactory. The crops watered with a drop of sweat seem to be deliberately against people. Now with the popularization of science and technology, green and pollution-free crops are everywhere, realizing mechanized production, saving time and effort, farmers' pockets are getting more and more bulging, and their spare time is also enriched. In spring, rice is like a green ocean, with rough waves; In autumn, the rice droops its head and the earth is golden. It can be said that "spring seeds are all green, and autumn harvest is all gold". Happy, a hometown full of harvest like a field.

Looking back, garbage has a paradise-streets, which stay in every corner at will, sometimes dancing against the wind and even swimming in the water, making people want to hide. It's really dirty Now, garbage has its own home-dump, and the streets are clean and tidy, paved with cement roads, which has become a dazzling bright spot. Clean, my hometown shines like ice crystals.

My hometown is constantly changing. In my mind, my hometown is more and more beautiful like a young girl. I love my hometown from my heart.