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My hometown, Changxing Island, is a shining pearl at the mouth of the Yangtze River, embedded in the estuary of the Yangtze River.

It has clean water and soil and fresh air. It is a place with beautiful scenery and is also known as the "Land of Citrus".

Around the May Day festival, thousands of acres of orange orchards bloom with citrus flowers, which are white and pure, elegant and quiet, and the floral fragrance is soothing and soothing!

At this time, it is a good time for us to appreciate the orange flowers. It is the happiest time to make an appointment with three or five friends to enjoy the flowers, and then go to the riverside to play.

We chased and fought by the river, and laughter like silver bells echoed in the sky.

When you are tired of playing, go catch some crickets. As long as you go there and play, you will get a small harvest.

July and August are the hot seasons in Shanghai every year. Due to the "heat island" effect, the urban area is unstoppable in the heat.

At this time, Changxing Island was a good place for urban residents to escape the summer heat.

The island is surrounded by water, and the temperature of the water can be adjusted. The average temperature is 2 degrees Celsius lower than the urban temperature. Coupled with the river breeze, it feels much cooler.

Every summer, a large number of Shanghai residents come to the island to escape the summer heat and take vacation.

This is a veritable summer resort.

Autumn is the most beautiful time in Changxing Island.

In the golden autumn of October, I walked in the orange garden. Looking from a distance, the trees were full of yellow persimmons, like countless small lanterns, bending the branches.

Tourists from urban areas who come to the island for sightseeing can enjoy oranges in the orange gardens, and can also pick oranges with their own hands to experience the joy of labor and the joy of harvest.

During holidays, I often help parents pick oranges and sell them at the market.

On the road, I saw cars filled with oranges heading to the dock to be transported to the city.

Pedestrians on the road are walking in a hurry, with smiles on their faces.

People are busy harvesting rice in the fields and picking oranges in the orange orchards. There is a gratifying scene of harvest everywhere.

Winter is here, and the reed marshes are bustling again.

The endless reeds were cut by workers, loaded on boats, and transported to the paper mill in a steady stream, providing high-quality raw materials for the paper mill.