The mountains in my hometown are really unimaginable! There are high ones, short ones, horizontal ones, along the way... there are so many like the stars in the sky that they are countless.

Below is a 500-word essay that I collected for you to describe my hometown. Welcome to refer to it.

A 500-word essay describing my hometown. Part 1. My hometown is in Jianshan, which is a beautiful place.

Spring is here, the sky is blue, snow-white clouds are floating gently in the sky, and a few birds are spinning happily in the sky, singing beautiful songs, and some are still dancing in the clouds.

Ah! The sky in my hometown is beautiful, and the river bank is even more beautiful.

The grass on the shore is green, like a green carpet.

The ice in the small river has melted and turned into crystal clear water. Lively fish are playing happily in the water, sometimes even emerging from the water, as if they are admiring the charming scenery of spring.

My hometown is not only beautiful in spring, but also in autumn.

Autumn is yellow and red, not as green as spring.

The yellow leaves dance with the wind, as if they are turning the whole world into a golden ocean.

Put on a new red and yellow dress for the earth.

The leaves stretched out two big hands and clapped continuously, as if to say goodbye to themselves.

However, what cannot be heard in autumn is the beautiful singing of cicadas.

Autumn is a good time for harvest. Whenever autumn comes, apples, oranges and other fruits are harvested at this time. The cotton in the fields is harvested, and crops such as wheat seedlings and rice ears are also harvested. The fragrance of osmanthus permeates the nostrils.

, very fragrant.

I put the sweet-scented osmanthus in a bottle.

The whole house is filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

With the fragrance of osmanthus, I fell into a sweet dream. I seemed to become a fragrant osmanthus. I saw an uncle came to the osmanthus, raised his thumb and said: "It's so fragrant!"

The river is also beautiful! Standing on the high mountain and looking up, the river is like a green ribbon surrounding the entire city, and like a white ribbon flying. Looking closer, there are willow trees on both sides, with long willow branches stretching out.

On the water, it seems to be shaking hands with children affectionately.

The little swallows flew across the water, making small circles. The small circles spread out in all directions, and finally disappeared on the river in circles.

I love every plant and tree in my hometown, and I love the pleasant scenery of my hometown even more! 500-word essay describing my hometown Part 2 My hometown is located in Nanji Village, Damoujia Town, Gaomi City, Shandong Province. Nanji Village is the paradise where I grew up.

Growing up there since childhood.

Nanji Village is my mother. She nurtured me with her sweet water, and her scenery nourished me. In 2007, I left my hometown. My parents bought a building and opened a restaurant in Damou’s house, so I

I can no longer sing about Nanji Village, ade my friends, ade my flowers, ade my hometown, etc.

I don’t know anything, I only go there every weekend.

My hometown does not need to mention the green vegetable beds and smooth stone wells, nor the tall poplar trees, weeping willows and locust trees, nor the fat bees lying on the flowers and the colorful butterflies flying around.

There is endless fun in the short flower bushes. My friends and I usually catch bees and butterflies. Colorless butterflies are flying in the air. Fat bees are watching us blankly on the flowers. We are admiring them from the side.

I caught a few and put them in bottles, dried them in the sun and made specimens to stick on the wall. In the hot weather, people usually enjoy the shade under the weeping willows, and the children enjoy the shade under the locust tree. Some even climbed up the trees. We were between two poplar trees.

I bought a swing and it was very cool sometimes to swing there.

Played poker among the weeping willows.

It was even more interesting at night. I went to the road early to have a drunken boxing session, and the adults watched it on the roadside.

My hometown is relatively boring in winter, but it changes when it snows. I knock on the door and take pictures of the snowman.

Use wooden sticks to prop up a bamboo sieve, spread some grain underneath, and put a long rope on it. People held it from a distance and buried the rope in the snow. When they saw birds coming to eat, they pulled the rope and covered it in less than half a day.

We got a lot of them, and we built a house specifically for them to fly in. We fed them every day. Some of the old birds, we took special care of the birds that had died of old age. We fried them and ate them. Within a year, the house was full. At first, there was only one room.

Later, we went to room two, and it wasn’t until we got to room five that we ate the small ones and now they’re all out.

This is my hometown.

A 500-word essay describing my hometown, Part 3. New York, Paris, London, Venice, and Hong Kong are known as "century-old cities"; the Amazon jungle and the Sahara desert are known as the "last Garden of Eden"; the Greek islands and the Hawaiian Islands are known as the "

"Paradise on Earth"; the Great Wall of China and the Egyptian Pyramids are called "Sunshine Zone"... My hometown - Huanghua - does not have a good reputation, but in the hearts of us Huanghua people, it is the most beautiful city.