The mountains in my hometown are gorgeous, tall and simple ...

In spring, I went back to my hometown to see them. At the foot of the mountain is a green lawn dotted with colorful wildflowers, which is so harmonious. When I came to the mountainside, I was surrounded by tall and straight pine trees, and the warm sunshine shot down from the cracks in the trees, which was so warm. Came to the top of the mountain, overlooking the distance, is a piece of terraced fields. Golden rape blossoms are swaying in the wind. Golden petals and light green rape stalks are intertwined, which looks so dazzling and beautiful.

in summer, I came to see my hometown mountain. The grass turned emerald green and the pine leaves turned dark green. Several children are playing with a cow in the pine forest. The children are lying on the grass, looking at the blue sky, thinking about something ... The cow is chewing the fresh green grass leisurely and sniffing the beautiful little wild flowers from time to time.

In autumn, the mountains in my hometown turn golden and full of joy. The grass is yellow, but the pine trees are still so green. In the terraced fields in the mountains, the wheat waves are rolling, and the farmer's uncle is smiling. The joy of harvest brings a beautiful color to the mountains in my hometown.

In winter, I went back to my hometown by bus. Through the window, I saw the mountains in my hometown. Snow covered the mountain, a vast expanse of whiteness. Occasionally, with a creak, a cloud of snow fell from the pine tree, adding a little more dazzling green to the vast white.

As I get older, many things have disappeared from my memory. But I will never forget the mountains in my hometown, the gorgeous mountains, the tall mountains and the simple mountains ...