I love the baicaowa in my hometown.

My hometown is in a small mountain village in Baoding, Hebei. Although it is small, the scenery is charming. If you don't believe me, just follow me!

Spring, spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers. The river beside the mountain village thawed and sounded like a symphony. The grass by the river can't bear loneliness, and it emerges from the ground one after another. The young trees have sprouted. The green hills are full of peach blossoms. There are vibrant scenes everywhere.

In summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The cicada on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village kept calling, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " Old people play chess under the tree, fan their fans, drink herbal tea and laugh happily from time to time. Children are playing under the tree, with popsicles in their mouths and wearing shorts and vests. A domestic dog ran around them, spitting red tongue from time to time. It seems too hot to stand.

In autumn, the weather becomes cool, which is really a good harvest season. In the orchard, a group of farmers happily picked pears from Huang Chengcheng with knowing smiles on their faces. I also talk to other farmers about my harvest this year from time to time. There is a harmonious scene everywhere.

In winter, all the leaves on the trees are gone, the earth is covered with snow, and only wintersweet is still in full bloom. In the snow, a group of happy children are having a snowball fight, making a snowman and having a snowball fight. . . . . . Although winter is not as beautiful as summer, these naive children have added a lot of joy to Grandpa Dong.