My hometown is located in Mei County, a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, where there are honest and honest farmers, innocent and lively children, and the fascinating and beautiful scenery.

There is a majestic mountain in my hometown. I heard from the older generation that this mountain has existed since their ancestors moved here. I counted with my fingers and found that this mountain was over 100 years old. I heard that this mountain had no name yet, so I took it upon myself to give it a name: Fragrant Mountain.

Fragrant Mountain is a beautiful place. Every spring, Fragrant Mountain is covered with colorful wild flowers. There are sunflowers that are thriving and blooming towards hope; representatives of luck, the three (four) petals, which are famous for their rarity, and the watery morning glory... The flowers are beautiful in appearance and charming in color, making people immersed in them and intoxicated. . Several butterflies flapped their colorful wings and flew around among the flowers, happily passing pollen to the flowers. Looking from a distance, it seemed like a beautiful Phalaenopsis was flying! The industrious little bees flap their transparent, gauzy wings and are busy collecting nectar from the flowers, preparing to store some food for the cold winter and spring!

There is a clear small river in my hometown. Although this small river is not as good as those famous rivers or the great contribution of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers to the world, it has selflessly nurtured us generation after generation. The river in my hometown is clear, beautiful and quiet. From a distance, the river is as green as an emerald-colored ribbon winding around my hometown; when you look closer, it is unusually light, and you can almost see the clumps of aquatic plants in the not-too-deep river. Clumps of green algae float on the soft sand. Both sides of the river are covered with green trees and red flowers, and the willow trees that have just sprouted buds shake hands with the river. The petals of the flowers are sometimes blown off by the wind and fall on the calm lake. Circles of ripples immediately appear on the river, disrupting the unique beauty of the river. A few small fish jumped out of the water and drew a beautiful arc in the air. Sparrows, magpies and cuckoos made bursts of joyful calls on the willow branches, and swallows slid across the water and flew into the blue sky. After school, children go to the river to catch fish in groups. The brave boys roll up their trouser legs and sleeves, stand in the river, take aim at small fish, wait for an opportunity, and grab them in the river. The fish is in hand. The timid girls did not dare to catch fish, so they had to catch some tadpoles and pick some beautiful wild flowers to make them into corollas and put them on their heads. They were so happy.

The mountains in my hometown are beautiful and charming; the water in my hometown is clear and transparent; the folk customs in my hometown are simple and true; the fields in my hometown are boundless...

Ah! How desirable my charming hometown is, I love my charming hometown!