On Sunday, my father and I went back to our hometown to see what had changed.

Dad asked me to go to the mountain opposite Grandpa's house to see the scenery. Came to the top of a small waterfall below, a cool breeze came head-on, a drop of water on the face, "ah! This water is really cold. " Dad said, "When I was young, I swam in the water with several partners. We called it Headquarters." We climbed the steep hillside together. Soon, we climbed to the top of the mountain. There were some cold mountains on the mountain. I looked to the east and saw a clear stream. The stream is quiet and doesn't know it is flowing; You can see shrimp and small fish in the stream clearly; Green as a flawless jade. Looking west, I saw a golden rice field, and the farmer's uncle was cutting rice. This golden rice field is like a hard bed, and I really want to sleep on it. I looked south and saw a forest. I heard the clear sound of birds. I remembered a song called "Birds". There are many big trees in the forest. As the saying goes, "One tree makes a forest." I looked north and saw a village, because the houses in the village were very old, like a Forbidden City.

It's time for dinner. Grandma cooked my favorite braised pork, shredded pork with fish flavor and sweet and sour pork ribs ...

Look! This is my hometown, and I love my hometown.