Xianyou's Spring Festival composition, four articles with more than 500 words.

The scenery in my hometown is intoxicating all the year round, which makes you linger. Then let me introduce you.

Spring is like a lively and lovely little girl, turning the world into a vibrant scene. The farmer's uncle sowed seeds in the fields, the grass peeped out, the old trees grew branches and leaves, and the graceful willow branches danced with the wind.

The early summer sun shone through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground was covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins. In summer, the sun shines on the rippling river, making it emit thousands of golden lights, like sparkling little stars, winking at people playfully. When summer comes, the bamboo forests in the wild are more beautiful and lovely. Sunlight passes through the cracks of mottled bamboo leaves, like pieces of silver paper, very beautiful, like a fairyland in a fairy tale.

Every time I walk out of the house. Looking up and looking around, I saw the endless rice fields as golden as gold. I took a closer look, and the ripe rice bent down like handfuls of golden hooks, full of grains as if it were about to crack, and it also exuded a burst of fragrant rice. There are some red sorghum huddled around, which looks like a curved torch from a distance; Burning like grass. As soon as I entered the orchard, the fragrance of fruits came to my face, and the branches were covered with fruits, including Huang Chengcheng pears. There are red apples. Wait a minute. My mouth is watering. I really want to eat it all! At this time, there was a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and several leaves were floating in the wind. ...

In the winter morning in my hometown, I can often see the fog, and the gray fog all over the sky sneaks into every corner of the earth. It is like an indestructible city wall. It can't see the houses nearby, the pines and cypresses on the roadside, and the road ahead. If you accidentally take a breath of fog barrier, you will feel bloated, want to vomit but can't spit it out, accompanied by unbearable abdominal pain. Pity the young pomegranate tree in my backyard, it can't stand the cold wind and fog, and it has long been convex. She swayed from side to side, making it difficult to stabilize her thin body. The biting cold wind made her tremble. How much she misses the warmth of spring, the heat of moxibustion in summer and the coolness of autumn. She complained that the pace of winter came so fast that she was caught off guard. At this time, the sun came with a kind smile. He waved his strong arms, dispersed the fog and sprinkled warm sunshine on the earth and small trees. The young tree seems to be covered with a thick winter coat.

I love my hometown! But my hometown is my dream hometown. I love my hometown-Xianyou! !

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