1. In the early morning, in the twilight, in the fields, in the mountains, in the cities and on the roads in the countryside, people's smiling faces, people's figures, songs, hopes and happiness are everywhere.

2. The motherland is beautiful. The motherland has a long history. The motherland narrowly escaped death. The dragon of the motherland is still jumping, soaring, hovering and sublimating. I love my motherland.

In this sultry summer, we are playing and enjoying, while the farmers' uncles are working hard in the vast rice fields under the scorching sun, and they don't rest, even though the sweat of beans is rolling down their faces and foreheads, because all they think about is that we can live a good life.

From a distance, the boundless sea seems to be connected with the sky. On the sea, flocks of seagulls are flying. Some of them fly high, some skim the water, some whisper, and some fish happily at sea.

Birds are singing happily in the branches, like praising peach blossoms, and butterflies are dancing among peach blossoms, like inviting elegant peach blossoms to dance. What a pleasant thing it is to see peach blossoms in such fine weather.

6. Ah, that's Guo Zhenshan! What a big man stands tall in the crowd, just like a small waterfowl, and his loud voice is talking to the people gathered around him. Qing Liu

7. Mom, you are really tired; Always see your busy figure, busy at work, busy at home and selfless. Every time my father and I lie on the sofa and watch TV leisurely, you are always away, either at work or at work.

8. My hometown is picturesque. Trees are green, flowers are in full bloom, and people can rest and play freely; Driving on the riverside avenue, a beautiful picture unfolds in front of your eyes. It's really a car driving on the road in a world of pictorial. I love you, my hometown!

9. Bees are noisy among pink apricot flowers, colorful butterflies are dancing on the branches, golden-winged birds are whispering on the tender banyan trees, and pheasants are laughing on the newly awakened hills. It's a time when spring blossoms and spring tides surge!

10, my teenager is on his way home in his hometown, in the middle of the lake in summer, in a school where there is only a loud reading sound, and in a paradise where he plays with his classmates and friends.