My Hometown

I grew up in a charming county， I have not been realized how beautiful it is until I left it. It is a place with clear water and green hills, and rains throughout the four seasons. The beautiful landscape prints in my heart profoundly.
In spring, all the greenery grow in great variety and profusion, the peach trees are in bloom and willows are turning green, all thing spring into life. I’m deeply in love for my country’s azalea especially; they cover all over the hills and valleys in spring.
My hometown’s summer days are very hot, the vegetation are wildly profusive and luxuriantly green, and I like the azure sky after a summer rain.
There are only a few kinds of woods would turn to yellow when the autumn comes. The trees go from the soft green to the bottle green, the wind is mournful. This is the best season in my mind.
The winter is cold without snow; there is always hoarfrost on the leaves in the winter morning. They are looked beautiful. I like to blow my breath to see the white air. Every winter I will have chilblains but I still hold it as a magic season.
My hometown leaves me with the deep impression that the memories are so sweet and sceneries are so pleasant. I am attached to every tree and bush in hometown.