I love my hometown Chen Zhuang composition, 450 words, Grade 5.

I love my hometown, and everything in my hometown is so beautiful and moving!

In spring, everything is revived, the grass sticks out its head from the embrace of Mother Earth, and roses, daffodils and plum blossoms are smiling and full of vitality. My friends and I are playing in the rice fields. We are so happy!

In summer, when the trees are lush and the weather is getting hotter, cicadas shout "cicadas" in the trees. Although the weather is very hot, it does not affect us to enjoy this crazy summer. Two friends and I jumped into the Woods with cicada nets. Cicada sounds like a provocation to us, which makes us full of fighting spirit. At the end of the day, the cicada has filled a bag, which is a symbol of our victory.

Autumn, standing in the distance, is attractive golden yellow. Almost all the men in the village are busy harvesting the fruits of their year's labor in the fields. The sickle in the hand danced like a cheerful dance. In the golden sunshine, feeling the golden sunshine and looking at the golden fruits, we are so satisfied.

In winter, the village quietly enjoys sleeping under a white quilt made of snowflakes. In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine came into our village, some of our friends were busy making the snow on their hands into the shape we needed. After the work was finished, we made a snowman together. Arms made of sticks, eyes made of charcoal, ears made of carrots? Is the representative of our happiness.