I have been to many places: Hong Kong, Dalian, Qingdao, Shanghai, etc., but I like my hometown - the city's abundance of a small village. There all year round attractive scenery, picturesque, it is away.
Spring recovery of all things. Grass quietly stuck his head out from the earth, looking around curiously. Wildflower meadow colorful: red, green, white, blue, strange shape. Trees on the mountain out of the new branches grow green leaves. Mountain azalea blooming also red faces. Fireballs, clusters, like red fireworks, particularly noticeable. The fields of farmers uncle painstakingly planting, wind dance at the green seedlings, farmers uncle's face showing a happy smile.
Summer, lush. Grass looks especially impressive, the breeze blowing, stand erect and still on the grass. Trees grow more lush, the original tender and short twigs, and has now become hard and thick; the original small, tender leaves, it has now become a large and green. Tree all day cicada "cicadas! Cicada!" Cried incessantly. Of course, ultimately, summer swimming. Every afternoon, naked children jump into a small river, and some enjoy a water fight, some with the help of an adult learn to swim under, as well as set a spare tire in the "dog paddle" too!
Autumn, yellow grass, and is not so delicate spring, unlike the summer so tenacious, it is like a dying old man, a man standing there quietly waiting for the end of life. Autumn is also the paddy harvest season, farmers uncle began to get busy - harvesting, threshing, screening. Watching with their hard sweat in exchange for rice, all face filled with the joy of harvest. Fruit is also a scene of bumper crops: grapefruit grapefruit tree is big and round, sweet and delicious; pears on pear tree exudes seductive fragrance, mouth-watering; orange trees, persimmons you squeeze my touch, the tree Dad knees are pressed.
Winter, snow. Snowflakes flying in the air, on the trees, like a tree to put on a white jacket; paddy falls, like