A composition about the four seasons scenery in my hometown.

I like the four seasons in my hometown.

In my mind, the four seasons in my hometown are the most beautiful.

In spring, weeping willows sprout, peach trees blossom and the river flows quietly. Frogs croak and birds sing excitedly on the branches. My brother and I were about to throw water into the water when a smell came to our nostrils. Aunt, what kind of flowers are there? We follow the footsteps, oh! It turned out that the snow-white pear blossoms in the yard opened.

In summer, the trees are lush and cicadas are barking, so the "black" at home has to stick out its pink tongue. The lotus flowers in the river are blooming, so fragrant and colorful. The water drops on the lotus leaf are like rolling dew, like broken pearls, like bubbles spit out by fish, and like …

Autumn is full of fruits, and the dates on the jujube tree are ripe, showing a sweet smile; Apples are red, and children turn red when they eat them; Persimmons on the persimmon tree are ripe, like a burning lantern ... the farmer's uncle is happily carrying a basket to pick fruits.

In winter, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky. At this time, naughty children are playing in the snow. Suddenly, there are more brothers and sisters in the snow. Snowflakes fall on your skirts and shoes ... when you wipe off the naughty snowflake, it becomes a small drop of water.

I love my hometown, especially its four seasons.

I like the four seasons in my hometown.

Although my hometown is very ordinary. But it deserves our appreciation. My hometown is a remote mountain village with many people, forests, flowers and trees, different scenery in different seasons, and farmers' uncles have different plans. ...

Spring, accompanied by the drizzle like smoke, fog and yarn, quietly came to the world, putting on a new energetic dress for Mother Earth.

Under the spring breeze, the grass straightened and stood the test of winter. Under the nurturing of the spring rain, I absorbed enough nutrients and put on a bright green shirt, a peach blossom with a smiling face, a white pear flower and wild flowers all over the mountains. Under the call of spring, they are competing to open up and compete for beauty, making my mother look beautiful. The delicate "willow girl" is swaying branches as soft as long hair with yellow-green eyebrows in the spring breeze.

In the fields, the spring sunshine melted the snow. Green wheat seedlings are floating in the wind, and golden rape attracts a large number of bees. The farmer's uncle carried a laundry list on his back and went to the field to start hard spring ploughing. Because spring is the season of sowing.

Summer is the hottest season in the whole year. Summer is interesting. We gathered some friends to play in the forest. The wind always feels hot. In the afternoon, people take a bath and have a walk and chat with a fan in their hands. The lotus flowers in the fish pond opened and the lotus leaves stood motionless in the lake. Lotus is unknown and hard-working. The fruit trees are full of lovely fruits. Mulberry provides nourishment for our silkworm farmers, although it is not as beautiful as Miss Liu. Not as tall as birch, and the skin is thick. He is so great and selfless, isn't it the hard work and dedication of our silkworm households? Summer is beautiful.

Autumn, it also comes quietly, silently. In the blink of an eye, Mother Earth changed into a golden dress.

It came quietly, went to the field, and the fragrance of rice was fragrant. From a distance, the crops in the field were blown by the autumn wind and rolled with waves. Looking carefully, rice bent over with laughter, sorghum blushed, and corn drank happily ... because of the bumper harvest, the farmer's uncle was very busy.

It came quietly and walked into the fruit tree forest. Yes, these trees are full of fruit. There are persimmons like little lanterns. There is a bunch of grapes. Red Huang Chengcheng, purple Yingying ... Very cute. Large and small, deep or shallow, countless, the children climbed the tree, picked a fruit and took a bite. My Sweetie is crisp and sour.

Winter comes quietly. Autumn passed quietly, and Mother Earth changed into a white and flawless dress.

I came to the hillside and saw the snow. The children were very happy. As the saying goes, "Xue Rui heralds a bumper harvest year", farmers get together happily to talk about snow. The branches are covered with furry balls. It's really "like a strong wind in spring, which comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Xue was a makeup artist and soon turned the trees into beautiful "princesses". The floor is covered with a soft white carpet and snowflakes are flying all over the sky.

Ah! What a beautiful hometown, what a beautiful countryside!