Spring, my hometown, green grass and flowers are in bloom. Out of the tree branches, birds singing in the merry. Looking around is the continuous mountains, mountains and rolling hillsides in the spring, as if a domesticated hen the carpet, until the sky. Graceful flowers blossoming in a dotted mountains, attract colorful butterflies; in the depths of the mountain is the terraced rows of shapes, by definition, is the same as the stairs rice; a winding path to article rice into the ever-changing shape, some like crescent, and some, like boats, some as sickle ... ... in the spring, when seedling growth, fresh green color of the home that add still more beautiful.

Summer, sun spit fire, but the hills in the home full of trees, in the shade of the shelter, the very cool; also known bird burst into song. Kind of ripe watermelon in the mountains, home of the watermelon usually round and bright, and that the air moon, as round; cut, I saw a bright red flesh, sweet and delicious; black seeds, like the eyes of swarthy .

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Autumn is a golden rice, breeze, rice started singing a harmony of the song, when hard-working farmers are harvesting rice; rice harvest of the cheerful sound of voices and interwoven success of the harvest of the symphony .

Winter, although the trees have been dying, but is everywhere in the roadside grass and wild flowers, which stand at attention in the cold. They tell you: "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"

This is my beautiful hometown, my favorite home.

春天,我的家乡,绿草和鲜花盛开。树枝,鸟儿在快乐的唱歌。环顾四周是连续的山脉,山脉和滚动在春天的山坡上,仿佛一只家养母鸡地毯,直到天空。优雅的花朵盛开在虚线山脉,吸引色彩斑斓的蝴蝶,在山的深处是梯田成排的形状,根据定义,楼梯大米一样,蜿蜒的道路条大米到不断变化的形状,有些像新月,和一些,像船一样,镰状……在春天,当幼苗生长,鲜绿的颜色,添加更美丽。

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夏天,太阳吐火,但家里的山的树木,在树荫下的避难所,非常酷,也称鸟闯入的歌。成熟的西瓜在山里,家里的西瓜圆又大,空中的月亮,是圆的;,我看见一个明亮的红肉,香甜可口,黑色的种子,像黑的眼睛。

秋天是金大米、微风、大米开始唱这首歌的和谐,勤劳的农民们收割水稻,水稻收获的愉悦的声音声音和交织的成功收获的交响曲。

冬天,虽然树木死亡,但在路边到处都是草地和野花,立正的冷。他们告诉你:“冬天来了,春天还会远吗?”

这是我美丽的家乡,我最喜欢的家。