Walking in the fields in spring with gentle steps, grabbing a handful of dirt, emitting intoxicating fragrance, catching a butterfly and flying it gently ... Spring in the countryside is always blurred with beauty, and the songs on the land are mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. Wheat seedlings jointing under the moisture of sweat, with the drizzle from the breeze, played a beautiful but very moving melody.

The sunset in early summer is sprinkled on the river, and the afterglow of the sunset ripples back and forth with the microwave. Together with several fishing boats resting in the water, it constitutes the most beautiful picture of this village.

In autumn mornings, the countryside is always shrouded in dense fog. Walking in the dense forest, you can also feel the artistic conception of "sunrise forest blossoms". A rustling autumn wind blew and the trees began to become bare. Picking up a few yellow leaves has given me a deeper understanding of "fallen leaves return to their roots".

A strong country can stand the test of winter. Beautiful snowflakes fall down, putting on a holy coat for the remote village. After several snows, the warm spring is not far away. ...

Ah, hometown! Reading thousands of books can't finish reading your beauty, and walking on the road in Wan Li can't finish thinking about you. Your beauty and kindness have already penetrated into my luggage and accompanied me everywhere.

Homesickness is the flute sound of Qingyuan, melodious and far-reaching. Nostalgia is an ancient fairy tale, beautiful and moving. Nostalgia is an old wine with mellow fragrance. ...

Don't say that the country road is long, no matter how long it is, it can't compare with my thoughts; Don't say that the world is far away, no matter how far it is, it is far from my eyes; Don't say the sky is high, no matter how high it is, it can't be higher than I thought. Hometown, you are the eternal root in people's hearts.