In spring, I went back to my hometown to see the mountains in my hometown. At the foot of the mountain is a green lawn dotted with colorful wild flowers, which is so harmonious. Halfway up the hill, surrounded by tall and straight pine trees, the warm sunshine came down from the cracks in the trees, so warm. Come to the top of the mountain, overlooking the distance, is a terraced field. Golden rape flowers are swaying in the wind. Golden petals and light green rape stems are intertwined, which looks so dazzling and beautiful.

In summer, I come to see the mountains in my hometown. The grass turned emerald green and the pine leaves turned dark green. Several children are playing with a cow in the pine forest. Children are lying on the grass, looking at the blue sky, thinking about something ... cows are leisurely chewing fresh green grass and smelling beautiful little wildflowers from time to time.

In autumn, the mountains in my hometown turn golden and full of joy. The grass is yellow, but the pine tree is still so green. In the terraced fields in the mountains, the wheat waves are rolling and the farmer's uncle is smiling. The joy of harvest brings beautiful colors to the mountains in my hometown.

In winter, I go home by car. Through the window, I saw the mountains in my hometown. Snow covered the mountain, and it was all white. Occasionally, with a creak, a cloud of snow falls from the pine tree, adding a little dazzling green to the vast white.

With the growth of age, many things have disappeared from my memory. But I will never forget the mountains in my hometown, gorgeous mountains, tall mountains and simple mountains. ...