In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together.
What kind of compositions have you seen?
The following is a collection of essays about my hometown for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need.
What about my hometown? Essay 1 In my hometown, there is a long river flowing in front of my home.
Viewed from a distance, the river meanders and moves slowly, like a snake gliding slowly.
Walking closer, the river is as level as a mirror and as clear as the bottom. Sometimes there are one or two small fish swimming in it. On rainy days, small water droplets fall from the sky and fall into the river, making ripples.
In summer, the weather is hot and the sun is scorching the earth.
The surface of the river is sparkling, reflecting the dazzling sunlight, but it maintains its coolness all the time.
There are also several large and leafy trees beside the river, forming a large shade. Along with the shallow river, it has become an excellent summer resort for children, so many children ran to it in groups.
I play around the river and in its shallow parts, and I am no exception. Every time after lunch, I will invite a few of my best friends to play by the river.
Sometimes we catch snails by the river, often squatting motionless, staring at the water attentively, finding the right moment, reaching out to grab them, causing splashes of water; sometimes we have a water fight in the shallows of the river.
When the auspicious snow gradually falls, covering the entire land, winter is coming, and there is a vast expanse of white everywhere.
The river began to have a thin layer of ice, and small fish could be vaguely seen moving under the ice. Then the ice became thicker and thicker, and only a little water was still flowing. Because the weather was too cold, the adults did not let me go out. It took a long time
, I felt very bored, and sometimes I would sneak out to play.
Once, I boldly walked onto the ice and carefully walked to the other side step by step.
The river in my hometown still flows and is still crystal clear.
Every time I go back to my hometown and see this small river that records my interesting stories, I still think of the past of my childhood... What is there in my hometown? Essay 2 I love the groves in my hometown!
In my hometown, there is a green grove.
That’s where my good cousins, cousins, brothers, and cousins ??and I gather. We’re always happy every time we get together!
Play with this, play with that, the most fun thing is the hammock!
That day, my cousin rode a tricycle and took her mother, brother, and cousins ??to the woods. Where were my cousin and I?
I set off on a bicycle and a hammock, and my cousin also set off on an electric bike.
My hometown in the woods is not far away, just two turns away.
finally reached!
I parked my bicycle next to the crop field, came to two trees that were far apart, and tied up the hammock. My good friends and I (except for my brother and cousin) saw it and ran out with a "swish" sound, squeezing in.
Lying crowded in the hammock, ah!
So comfortable!
The hammock swings leisurely, which stirs up our childlike innocence.
I opened my eyes, ah!
The eyes are full of green. Looking at them for a while will help your eyes!
I got tired of wandering, so I broke off a branch and ran downstairs to find my brother and cousin.
oh!
It turns out they are feeding sheep!
I stretched out the branches, and the sheep ran over, shouting "咩-咩". They were eating green grass and the branches we fed. The sheep were so comfortable!
The grove in my hometown is the happiest place in our childhood. I love the grove in my hometown!
What's About My Hometown Essay 3 I love the beautiful and picturesque mountains and rivers of my hometown, but I love the golden osmanthus that blooms in August in my hometown even more.
I love the sweet-scented osmanthus in my hometown.
It is a very common tree that can be seen everywhere in our hometown.
look!
They stand on the hills, in the fields and on the roadsides, like green sentinels guarding their hometown.
The winding branches and clusters of long and narrow leaves on the branches are tightly hugged together, forming a giant green umbrella that is evergreen all year round.
This is the "money tree" of our hometown - the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
I love the sweet-scented osmanthus in my hometown.
When the autumn wind comes with a hint of coolness, before other plants go to sleep, they send pieces of orange leaves to the ground with the autumn wind, but the osmanthus tree at this time is still so green and green, standing proudly.
After bursts of drizzle, the hanging flower trees showed even more vitality. The sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom, and the mountains and fields were covered with gold. The intoxicating fragrance of flowers drifted dozens of miles away in the autumn wind.
What used to be huge green umbrellas have turned into layers of golden waves.
At this time, people carry bamboo poles, flower canopies, and baskets, and go up the mountain to pick flowers.
Suddenly, the sound of flying bamboo poles in the Osmanthus Garden and the laughter of the flower-cutting crowd intertwined with each other, forming a crisp and sweet symphony.
Osmanthus not only has a unique appearance and intoxicating aroma, but also has a wide range of uses. It can not only make fragrant osmanthus tea, brew fragrant osmanthus wine, but also make sweet and delicious osmanthus cake.
I love the sweet-scented osmanthus in my hometown.
I love its simplicity and diligent quality; I love its strong will to stand proudly and stand proud of the frost and snow; I love its intoxicating fragrance and the spirit of serving the people wholeheartedly.