I love my hometown, because it is a beautiful and happy, happy and happy.
Speaking of my hometown, maybe there is a high-rise building in your hometown, there is no bustling street in your hometown, but my hometown has a fragrant field atmosphere. Don't look at my hometown is a field, Wafang, but there is a hard work created with hard sweat. If there is no peasant's hard work, there will be no big hoe of white flowers, there will be no fragrant rice, and there will not be a variety of delicacies. When you just stepped into this cute land, it was a green wheat field. ! One of the old grandfather is holding a hoe, with a wet towel on the neck, wearing a shabby straw hat on his head, facing the loess, forgetting the sun is hot, forget the surrounding beauty, only know Take care of these small seedlings that can bring me. I look opposite, an old Bo is holding a big donkey, while singing the mountain song, it seems to be intoxicated, it is here. What a simple two old people! Going forward, I saw a winding stream.
This river is a treasure of our hometown. Everyone will care for it, so it is still clear, there is no debris. The sound is broken, don't be afraid, that is the fish playing in the river, so a lively scene. When I entered the village, I saw a group of people around a group of people, noisy, I don't know what to do, approaching, it is a few old people in chess.
what! That is not my grandfather, I am playing, I shouted: "Grandpa", he didn't care about me, I called a sound, I only listened to him "will", I thought it was should be with me, no It is too serious that you think of the army, hey, grandfather, you are too serious. In the evening, the stars in the sunny night sky point, I can't sleep, I climbed to the roof to see the stars. At this time, I looked at this beautiful night sky and sleeping village, I feel very satisfying and happiness, I love my hometown, love everything here.