I grew up in the countryside. There are no busy streets or the hustle and bustle of the city, but it has fresh and natural scenery and simple and hardworking people. Tired of hearing the hustle and bustle of the city, please start from me and enjoy the beauty of your hometown!

Unconsciously, spring has quietly arrived. The sleeping animals began to wake up, and the grass broke through the ground, sucking up the rain of the earth to the fullest. The long-frozen river began to melt and make a gurgling sound. Ducks chase each other and play on the water. Fish jump out of the water from time to time, and flowers are not to be outdone, and they can't wait to open, attracting many "honey collectors". Hard-working people are carrying farm tools in the fields, and lovely swallows are perched on the telephone poles on the roadside, like jumping notes on the staff.

"The next day, the lotus leaf is not beautiful, and the lotus color is different." In a blink of an eye, the hot summer has arrived. The lotus in the pond has filled the river, and naughty dragonflies are flying around among the lotus flowers. Hard-working people began to transplant rice seedlings. Look, the elderly people are rushing to the field with a bench in their left hand and straw in their right hand. They are going to pull out the seedlings. The young man rolled up his sleeves and bent down to insert some seedlings quickly. The scene of labor is so full of vitality in the sun. In the silent night, people who worked all day began to fall asleep, and only frogs were heard outside.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say spring is better than spring." Autumn is a season of harvest and joy. The harvester shuttled back and forth in the field, choking from time to time. The golden ears of rice make a "thump" sound under the breeze. Looking at bags of "fruits of victory", people laughed, and the feeling of relief suddenly drove away all fatigue.

"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Unconsciously, the cold winter has arrived. People gathered around the fire in small groups, talking to each other, talking about this year's harvest, talking about next year's plans, and laughter filled the room. It snows heavily, and my hometown is like a white velvet coat, pure and beautiful. Look! The children waved happily, made snowmen and had snowball fights. Although the weather is very cold, their hearts are extremely happy! Listen, a string of silvery laughter echoed over the village. Simple villagers, with big brooms in their hands, cleared the road to provide convenience for passers-by.

This is my hometown! It is so natural and simple, I love my hometown!