One beautiful evening, I walked alone on the soft stone road of the farm and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the farm.

This kind of beauty is a poetic beauty: the blue sky is blue, and the light clouds are like smoke. On the hill in the west, there is only a touch of crimson sunset, trying to pour out a faint afterglow for the dead sunset, full of poetry and painting.

This kind of beauty is a kind of soft beauty: on the roofs and fields in the distance, the soft sunshine is still spreading, bringing infinite comfort. The ripples on the water are turning, and they are ready to go home. The gentle voice of the stream came from a distance, from far and near, from far and near. ...

Part II: Beautiful scenery of my hometown.

My hometown is beautiful!

There is a forest in my hometown. The trees here grow very strong, just like soldiers in armor, standing upright and guarding our hometown.

There are long vines in my hometown. In summer, this grapevine is particularly eye-catching, and the dense leaves dance with the wind, as if greeting us!

The most beautiful place in my hometown is my mother's small garden. There are all kinds of flowers and plants all year round, attracting beautiful butterflies to fly in the air.

I like the beautiful scenery in my hometown.