#用一句话描述故乡究竟是个什么地方#
- My hometown is the laughter of the afternoon in the fields, where the laughter of children chasing butterflies echoes.
- The hometown is the children who dig birds in the trees, they are agile, and their eyes are full of curiosity and love for nature.
- The hometown is the mist by the river in the early morning, gently enveloping the small village, like an ink painting.
- My hometown is a small farmhouse courtyard with smoke curling in the evening, where the smell of home and the call of my mother waft out.
- The hometown is the frog chirping by the lotus pond in summer, one after another, playing the summer music.
- Hometown is the snowflakes that fall in winter, white and flawless, covering the whole land, bringing us endless joy.
- The hometown is the stream that runs through the village, which is crystal clear, and it is the children who play in the water there, and the laughter of children.
- The hometown is the golden wheat field, the busy figure in the field and the joy of the harvest.
- The hometown is the old stone bridge, which is the coming and going and joys and sorrows.
- The hometown is the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, which is the growth and the change of the village.
- The hometown is the peach blossoms that bloom in the spring, the pink petals swaying gently, and the cheeks of the girl, warm and charming.
- The hometown is a golden rice field in autumn, and the rice ears are hanging low, which is hope.
- The hometown is the ancient well at the head of the village, the well water is sweet, and it is the night by the well.
- Hometown is the twinkling stars in the night sky, every silent night.
- The hometown is those old brick houses, the traces left by the years, and the stories of the past cannot be erased.
- The hometown is the fireworks set off during the Chinese New Year, which are colorful and illuminate the night sky and the faces of children.
- Hometown is that winding path, a familiar calling.
- The hometown is the green bamboo forest, the rustling of bamboo leaves, the tranquility and beauty.
- Hometown is those familiar faces and kind greetings, the warmth and sense of belonging of home.
- The hometown is the melodious folk song, which sings about the history and culture of this land, and also sings about deep attachment.
Peach blossoms in spring
The spring of my hometown, open a window,
The peach blossoms are scorching, blooming with the fragrance of first love.
Pink petals, swaying in the wind,
Like a girl's cheeks, shy and delicate.
The stream is murmuring, bypassing the bluestone bridge,
Your laughter floats lightly with the peach blossoms.
At that time, you were the elf in the peach blossoms,
Dancing in the spring breeze softens the time.
The sweetness of first love, like peach nectar,
Quietly hidden in the bottom of my heart, sweet and bitter.
We held hands and walked through the peach forest,
Flower petals sprinkled all over the shoulders, like a dream.
The years are rushing, the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze,
And you, however, have become a distant place in my heart.
The peach blossoms of that year bloomed so warmly,
But not as gentle as in your eyes.
The peach blossoms of the hometown bloom year after year,
And you in my heart have become an eternal waiting.
May the spring breeze be ten miles, not as good as you,
May the peach blossoms bloom only for you.
Looking back on the past, the peach blossoms are still the same,
And you, the first love, have become the most beautiful memory.
Let this peach blossom witness our past,
May you be in the distance, you can also think of this peach forest.
