My hometown is like a small and pretty pearl, located in the green jungle of high mountains and ridges.

Below I will bring you the content of an essay describing hometown food. I hope it will be useful to you.

Part 1 of an essay describing hometown food: The taste of hometown Grandma asked her aunt to bring a bag of sweet potatoes from her hometown. The sweet potatoes were still wrapped in a layer of soil, giving them a simple taste from the countryside.

When it's steamed, wash your hands and pick one up gently to avoid crushing the sweet potato into a cute shape.

The smell of the fields comes to us, sweet and fragrant.

Suddenly, my thoughts returned to my distant hometown? My hometown is a small village in Changting. The rippling blue river, the overlapping mountains, the green mountains and green waters have nurtured the hometown people for generations.

I went home during the National Day and saw that the original simple low house had been completely transformed.

There are more shops, wider roads and better life.

Everyone imitated the popular urban construction style, demolished many old houses and erected new buildings, all covered with red and green bricks, which looked a bit rustic.

My hometown is changing, becoming unrecognizable, and the air is full of factors of the new economic era.

The people and things in my hometown are no longer what they were yesterday, and the scenery and objects are quietly becoming blurred. However, the flavor of my hometown is surrounding me more and more strongly.

I closed my eyes gently and took a deep breath. The smell of my hometown floated in the air.

It turns out that the taste of my hometown is so beautiful and has already penetrated my heart.

The most beautiful thing is the smell of childhood, mixed with the smell of mischief.

I remember when I was four years old, the yard at home was planted with flowers and plants: orchids, clivias, iron trees, camellias, and tuberoses. There was also a grape and plum tree in the backyard? Because my grandfather liked growing flowers, especially orchids, so orchids

They plant the most.

The tree in the backyard is so big that it takes several children to hug it.

Now I'm not sure what kind of tree it is, but I have a vague idea that it is a plum tree.

Probably in autumn, it will bear a tree full of plums, and then they will fall all over the ground, and children will rush to pick them up.

I like summer nights the most. At that time, tuberose will bloom quietly, exuding a peculiar floral fragrance, faint and gently lingering around you. That is the breath of summer nights.

The fragrance seems to be there or not in the air, and the subtle fragrance floats, and it becomes more real when you take a step further.

Tuberose always attracts some fireflies, so we turn off the lights and watch those fireflies flying around with their faint green light, which are the stars in the summer night.

While eating, the evening breeze carried the fragrant fragrance of tuberose, and fireflies danced around my feet.

Therefore, eating has become a kind of enjoyment. When I returned to my hometown in the countryside, I was sitting in the car, and large tracts of bright yellow rapeseed flowers flashed by, and the air was filled with the slightly earthy aroma of soil.

And I love the dusk in the countryside the most, looking for wild camellias and gardenias under the setting sun.

Only now do I realize that my little heart already longs for the nourishment of beauty.

Spring has just begun, and orchids have come to announce the news.

I couldn't stand the temptation of the fragrance of flowers. Being naughty, I often picked flowers to play with.

My cousin put the blooming petals into the pages of the book one by one.

Before I knew it, the fragrance came out from the pages of the book, which made me envious.

June in summer is the season to see lotus flowers.

There is a pond full of lotus flowers not far from my house, so my friends and I secretly went to pick lotus flowers.

I even fell into the pond because of this, but all the unhappiness was washed away without a trace by the pride of strutting through the market holding a lot of lotus flowers in my hand.

The fragrance of osmanthus in August.

Several osmanthus trees were planted in the school where my grandfather taught.

Every time during lunch break, I would go in on the pretext of looking for my grandpa.

Looking at the clusters of goose-yellow osmanthus, an evil thought occurred to me, so I shook it desperately, and the osmanthus fell all over me and to the ground.

Of course, a scolding from grandpa is unavoidable.

It’s Chinese New Year, and the whole village is filled with the choking smell of firecrackers. This is also the time when I hate going out the most, because maybe that bad boy will throw a bang at you.

But now, there is a crackling sound in the air, and the smell of firecrackers has become better.

The taste of hometown stays in my memory like this, one after another. I dare not forget it! And the memory just melts into the taste of hometown. Even a little bit of missing will lead to endless thoughts, which is enough.

I am alone in a foreign land, quietly tasting alone? Part 2 of an essay describing the delicacies of my hometown: Oranges in my hometown are produced all over the country, and I like the oranges in my hometown very much.

After several spring rains, many light green buds appeared on the branches of the orange tree. After more than ten days, the branches were covered with small white flowers like snow. The gentle spring breeze blew by. From a distance, they looked like...

Like white butterflies dancing.

When you approach the orange tree, a hint of fragrance will penetrate your nose and enter your heart, making you drunk and forget to leave.

The weather is getting warmer day by day, the small orange flowers are falling one after another, and there is a thin layer of snow under the trees, and oranges as big as mung beans are also rushing out.