How to write a composition about 400 words about the characteristics of hometown scenery

My hometown is picturesque, surrounded by mountains and waters. In front of the village, there is a crystal clear river. In the sunlight, it looks like someone spilled a handful of gold and it sparkles. Unknown little fish are swimming happily in the river. Some small fish parade really fast, even faster than the students who take part in the competition! Behind the village, there are green mountains. On the mountain, there are towering trees, just like a patron saint, guarding the safety of villagers far and near. Like me, the grass dressed as jasper wants to grow taller quickly, try to grow up and put green clothes on the mountains. There are shops next to the village, which are rich in goods and cheap, and there is a wide and long road. Every year before Tomb-Sweeping Day, the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest are awakened from the soil by Lei Gonggong and emerge one by one. At this time, people came to the bamboo forest with hoes and baskets to dig bamboo shoots. Then they picked bamboo shoots one by one and dried them into dried bamboo shoots ... In front of the bamboo forest, there was a large paddy field. In autumn, the rice fields become a golden ocean, and the crops in the fields are crowded and touched, vying for people to take them home! I love every grass and tree in my hometown, and I will try my best to make my hometown's tomorrow better! This is my hometown, a beautiful place that no one can draw. There are many beautiful scenery in my hometown Jinan, among which Daming Lake is my favorite. In summer, the lotus in Daming Lake is the most beautiful. Lotus pink and yellow, Bai Lianhua is more beautiful! Colorful lotus flowers give off bursts of fragrance. Lotus leaves are dense, like big green disks. The breeze blew, and the lotus in the pool danced with the wind. From a distance, it looks like a vivid painting! Autumn has come, the lotus has withered, but the chrysanthemum is smiling with a hint of coolness. When you smell them carefully, a fragrance of flowers comes to your nose. After only a few rains in Mao Mao, Daming Lake was covered with a layer of rain and fog, like a gauze. Looking through this gauze, the whole Daming Lake looks like an ink painting. On the hazy water, ships in twos and threes are driving, which adds a little agility to Daming Lake. Daming Lake turned silver. The tree is silver, the boat is silver, and the bridge in the distance is covered with snow, leaving footprints of children playing and our laughter. This is my beautiful hometown Jinan, and this is my favorite hometown beautiful Daming Lake. It is a beautiful and charming place all year round, with different shapes!

Grandpa Dong quietly took Mr. Qiu's class and came to our side.

When I get up in the morning, the milky fog covers the earth and there is white everywhere. Walking on the road, I can't see the figure dozens of steps away, only the lights are flashing like eyes.

The cold brought by winter is everywhere, even when there is no wind on a sunny day, it is dry and cold. Bare trees stood pitifully by the roadside, and the once vibrant grass could not support it and withered and yellow. But in such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold-pines and cypresses. In the cold wind, the pine and cypress are still so rich and green and full of vitality.

The early morning in winter is very lively, and people who exercise on the clear water platform can be seen everywhere. Young people are full of energy, running and jumping. Old people also leave home, some are practicing Tai Ji Chuan, some are dancing ... Although they are old, they are not worse than young people in sports. Look, even seven or eight-year-old children are running! They were panting and sweating with fatigue. What a vibrant winter!

One day, I was going to school. When I went out, I was stunned by what I saw. Ah! It's snowing. I'm so happy! The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Snowflakes are falling from the endless sky. Pieces of jade are crystal clear and flawless, just like jade leaves and silver flowers scattered by fairies in the sky ... Looking at the scenery in front of us, everything is wrapped in silver, and the roof, trees and ground are covered with snow.

Ah! What a beautiful winter! I love winter in my hometown!

My hometown is in Harbin. I love the spring, summer, autumn and winter in my hometown, but I love the winter in my hometown more.

When winter comes, snowflakes fall in succession, and the earth turns white for a while. Splendid mountains and rivers become a world of powder makeup and jade, and it creaks when you step on it. Let's take a look at colorful activities, such as ice pumping, snowball fights, snowmen and snowball fights. But what fascinates me most in the game is making snowmen and having snowball fights. Whenever it snows heavily, my friends and I can't help playing outside!

We each make a snowman, and then we will have a snowball fight. I remember once when I finished making a snowman, I rolled a small snowball and threw it in the face of my friend's snowman, so they began to fight back. Before I could escape, a snowball hit me and I quickly hid. I continued to throw snowballs at their snowman. After a while, we were covered with snow. Suddenly the assembly bell rang and we stood in a row.

I remembered an ancient poem about winter: Early Winter was written by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty.

"Jiangnan is sunny in October, and the cold light is like spring flowers."

"The frost is light and does not kill the grass, and the desert sand begins to dry."

"Old leaves are yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are wild flowers."

"At this time, the idle people are drunk, and the five horses have no reason to enter the restaurant."

When I think of my hometown, I think of the winter in my hometown.

I love my hometown, and I love winter in my hometown.

A new year has begun, a new semester has begun, and a new spring has begun. Spring has come, red is red, green is green, and yellow is yellow. ...

This weekend, I went to my grandpa's house again. Grandpa told me that the azaleas in the world are a little blooming. I couldn't wait to run to the field and saw golden rape flowers swaying in the field from a distance. Grandpa likes fishing when he has nothing to do, so I ran to the grass near the pond to see wild flowers, and everyone laughed. On the dam, there are several dewdrops on the pink face of Shanghai peach blossoms, pure white flowers on pear trees, and many other unknown beautiful flowers. After the lightning, the thunder roared and the rain poured down. I squatted by the stream with an umbrella. I rolled up my sleeves and put my hand into the water. What cool water! The breath of spring is immersed in it. I stopped a clover drifting with the flow. I saw it green and soft, and I felt as if I were just sprouting grass in spring. A breeze blew and I felt a little cold. Suddenly, I heard a plop and a few drops of water splashed on my face. It turns out that frogs herald spring. With the crisp sound of rain, I seem to be completely integrated into this nature and feel the moisture of the spring rain.

After a while, the rain stopped. But it didn't clear up, so the rainbow didn't appear after the rain cleared up. Everything looks like I just woke up and I opened my eyes. Everything is new in Vientiane. Rhododendron on the mountain is like a piece of jade inlaid with several big rubies, dotted with green hills, rape fields like gold nuggets, and grass like pieces of pure and shiny jade ... as if everything is a treasure.

This is the spring after the rain in my hometown, this is the beginning of spring and the beginning of the four seasons!

Spring in my hometown is full of vitality, summer is like fire, autumn is full of fragrant rice, and winter is covered with silver. And my favorite is the autumn when the rice is fragrant.

"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February" is a famous sentence by Du Mulai describing autumn. Autumn has arrived, and there are golden, mature rice and fruitful fruit trees everywhere, which symbolize the maple leaves in autumn.

Autumn is the harvest season. When you look at the golden rice fields, you can see as far as the eye can see, just like an endless ocean. Harvesters can be heard everywhere in the rice fields. You can smell them. They are full of fragrant rice. Farmers' uncles are busy in rice fields, and farmers' laughter and laughter can be heard everywhere, because they know that they have been busy for a year, and then they have gained something.

Autumn is blue, look up if you don't believe me! The flawless sky is like a huge gem, and sometimes a few clouds float in, making infinite water drops for the beautiful gem. I am often attracted by the blue sky, and sometimes I daydream. ...

When we arrive at the orchard, there will be more colors in autumn, such as red apples, yellow pears, purple grapes and orange oranges. ...

Autumn is a colorful palette, including blue, yellow, red, green and purple ... but what color is it?

Autumn is a poem that amazes me. It is also a glass of wine, which makes me deeply intoxicated. It's also a dream that drives me crazy. This is autumn in my hometown, and I love beautiful autumn.

The sunshine is gorgeous and the golden wind is cool. Angels in autumn, wearing fog shirts as thin as fine sand, come to nature, blending red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple, spreading them all over the world and dyeing my hometown into beautiful and moving pictures.

Autumn in my hometown is a lively and lovely little girl. She dyed her hair in color to reflect the beauty of the fields in autumn. Her red face reflects the red fruit of autumn; Her slender fingers are branches.

Autumn in my hometown gives people a lot of tempting maturity. You see, in the pepper field, under the green leaves are strings of bright red peppers, which are crystal clear under the sunlight; In the sunflower field, rows of bright smiling faces meet the sun, and the golden petals exude a faint refreshing fragrance; In the corn field, the golden corn cob is like a baby trying to break away from his mother's arms; On the grape trellis, red, purple and green are hidden in the green leaves, which are colorful and beautiful. In the fields, the farmer's uncle waved his arm and gained hope for a year. Although they are sweating, they are full of joy and sweetness.

When I saw a fallen leaf flying, I thought it was a solid footprint of autumn; Seeing the apples covered with branches, I thought it was a mature smiling face in autumn; When I saw chrysanthemums in full bloom, I thought it was the brewing of autumn.

Some people say that the feelings of autumn are bleak, but I say that autumn is beautiful and colorful. Although she has no hymns, only the breeze has no epitaph, and the earth is home, the grass remembers her great achievements and the tree remembers her great achievements. She has achieved rich and fruitful results with her own efforts, and won infinite vitality with her own life.

Autumn gives us songs and laughter, and gives us the joy of harvest. I love autumn, and I love autumn in my hometown more.

The four seasons in my hometown are colorful and unforgettable. It is not only picturesque, but also has good memories of my childhood.

In my memory, my hometown is the most beautiful in spring. Spring is the time for everything to revive. From that moment on, everything was full of vitality. Willow sprouted, the ice in the river melted, and even swallows flew back here from the far south. All this is so beautiful and prosperous. Almost every spring, I will go for an outing with my companions and observe the changes in my hometown.

Hot summer often makes people lazy, but we children can't be idle for a moment. We went up the mountain with friends to catch cicadas and butterflies, and when we were tired, we rested in the tree. The scenery in the forest is more beautiful. There are many kinds of birds living and multiplying, and there are many beautiful wild flowers, butterflies and bees flying in the air, singing birds and flowers.

The geese fly south, and autumn has arrived. In this harvest season, we also ran to the mountains, not for anything else, just to eat wild fruits and pick wild mushrooms. Although the earth will gradually lose its former grace, we are all very happy because we have been blessed and rewarded by the earth.

The cold winter is a white world and the scenery is very charming. Of course, it also created a lively atmosphere for us. We have snowball fights and make snowmen ... the so-called "old people are not old", and even grandparents aged six or seven come out to play with us.

Although the scenery of the four seasons in my hometown is not as beautiful as the scenic spots near and far civilization, it contains many childhood feelings, which I like!