Beauty lies in Bijiang, and beauty lies in 600 words in hometown.

My hometown is a beautiful and rich city.

Spring has come, willows sprout, grass grows out of the soil, and geese fly from the south.

The red peach blossoms also stick out their branches, and the trees on both sides of the Yellow River are covered with a layer of green clothes, facing the spring breeze.

Wave quietly to people.

In summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Lotus leaves are in full bloom, like umbrellas, and supermarkets, streets and food markets are crowded with people.

Watermelon and drinks, eat when thirsty, drink when thirsty, wipe when hot, and wash when hot. At night, many people

Enjoy the cool outside. Some people tell stories and some people go to the theater. ...

In autumn, there are bumper harvests everywhere. Red sorghum raised its black, red, black and red face, as if playing happily.

Sing it. The river is crystal clear, and the farmer's uncle cultivates while harvesting. There are statues in every family's yard.

Hill.

Winter has come, wintersweet and pine trees still hold their heads high and stand tall. After the heavy snow, some of us began to snowball.

Some people make snowmen, and everyone has a good time.

I love my hometown. I prefer people who build my hometown.