When I entered my hometown, the rugged road came into view. Poplar trees standing on the roadside, like solemn soldiers, are defending the farmland around them. Looking at a beautiful house, there is no end in sight. Corn, sorghum and soybeans in the north and south fields are lush. When autumn comes, they all turn into Huang Chengcheng and red. The singers, led by sorghum, are singing a symphony of farmland full of fragrance. I am very happy. What a pleasant thing it is to walk alone on the narrow path of the field, smell the flowers and look at the scenery!
Persimmon is also a specialty of my hometown. Persimmon trees are planted in front of every household. In spring, persimmon trees sprout and bloom, and persimmon flowers are very special. It is like a beautiful fairy, surrounded by an umbrella bag, protecting the delicate persimmon flower. In summer, it withered and produced a small and round little persimmon. Persimmons grow up day by day and become big and round, with yellow in green and red in yellow.
There is also an artificial lake behind our house. The lake is sparkling, moving and quiet, just like a naughty little doll, if people like it. When it is quiet, the lake is like a huge silver mirror, and the pebbles are as smooth as jade. When it was moving, a breeze blew, and the lake made waves, and the waves hit the feet.
I love my hometown! This is a beautiful place.