My hometown is located halfway up the mountain in the ravine. The small quadrangle faces south, facing a small river, and the back hill is green bamboo forest and fir forest; On both sides are rolling hills, covered with fir and pine trees. From my hometown to the town at the foot of the mountain, I have to go through a winding narrow path. When I was a child, my grandparents often took me to play in the town. After I came back, I insisted on walking by myself and walked up the steps along this stone road. It took me about 65,438+00 minutes to get home. Although I feel a little tired, it is very interesting. On one side of the stone road, there is a stream flowing and crystal clear. Dad often takes me to catch loaches, small fish and crabs, and I always come back with a full load. What makes me most happy is the way and form my father catches crabs. It's really funny. When I get up in the morning, grandma goes to the vegetable field in the back hill to pick vegetables. I followed behind with a small basket on my back and skipped along. When passing through a bamboo forest, you can hear the chirping of birds in the distance, and there is a feeling of "hearing their voices before meeting their people". I am also happy to follow the harmony of birds, close my eyes and breathe fresh air, and feel the strong local flavor here. The beautiful scenery of my hometown is countless and can be seen everywhere. The people in my hometown are simple and lovely, hardworking and kind. I love the scenery in my hometown, and I love the people in my hometown even more.