I have a beautiful hometown with beautiful scenery and fruitful achievements. It is a charming place.

In spring, the trees there sprout new branches and grow green leaves. The ice in the creek melted into clear water, flowing gurglingly. The small fish and shrimps are swimming happily in the water. The farmer uncle came to the field, pulled out radishes, Chinese cabbage, and buried the seeds of broad beans in the soil, so that he would have a good harvest as soon as autumn came.

It’s really hot in summer, the big rooster is drooping its wings, and the dog is so hot that it sticks out its tongue. The cicada was so hot that she didn't know what to do. She kept shouting under the tree: "I know, I know." The children there are not afraid of the heat. Look at them naked and wearing shorts catching loaches in the creek!

In autumn, the waves of rice in the fields bring the joy of harvest to the farmer uncle. The apples in the orchard blushed with shame, the bananas bent over with laughter, and the dragon fruit grew its beautiful hair. . . . . .