There is a composition about a scene in Minhe County.

In spring, everything comes back to life. Willow trees turn green, apricot flowers show red cheeks, winter jasmine sticks out countless pigtails of tender leaves and yellow flowers, and pear flowers stand on the branches, wearing white clothes and smiling. A gust of wind blew and the little flowers danced. After a spring rain, everything absorbs enough water and becomes more delicate and charming.

Summer is full of energy. Trees grow luxuriantly, green grass becomes deep and dense, and lotus flowers in the pond are like big green disks. Lotus appears in the big round plate, some petals are half-opened, some petals are in full bloom to reveal small lotus flowers, and some flowers are clustered like little dolls sleeping in swaddling clothes.

Autumn, harvest hope. In Shan Ye, persimmons, apples and pears are all ripe, just like colorful lanterns hanging on branches. In the field, the grains are fragrant, the corn is cracked, and the rice is bent with laughter. Look at these little animals. The little squirrel is storing food and the little frog is digging a hole. They are all preparing for winter.

Winter is full of memories. It sometimes snows in winter in my hometown. Snow is flying all over the sky, and the dance is so light and pure. The children were in groups of three and five, some had snowball fights and some made snowmen, with fog in their mouths and smiles on their faces, almost forgetting the cold. If the weather is sunny on weekends, people will come to the lawn of the sports park one after another, looking at the blue sky in the distance and basking in the intoxicating warm sun, which is simply an unspeakable enjoyment.

These are the four seasons in my hometown.