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I don't like to go out to travel in the mountains and water, I don't like to travel, I just like to stay in a small world, a place that doesn't need too much is enough. So, this summer vacation, I lived in the cousin's house, where the beautiful scenery is full of sounds of nature, and everywhere is the green ocean. I often go out with my cousin and walk together on the mountain vagina road, like walking in a beautiful landscape. When dawn dawned, the village was huddled everywhere, covered with a layer of soft tulle, as if a shameless girl was covered with a thin veil, making people feel sacred and inviolable. A devoted, round drop of dewdrops like the girl's crystal clear eyes, silently staring at the rising sun, silently nourishing the earth, and offering pure and transparent kisses to flowers, trees and grass, branches Flowers bloom and die one after another. Soon, the clear breeze blowing away the mist, and the sound of the gurgling water in our ears. We came to the stream and watched the flowing water hit the stone. Swim around happily. We reached out and took a handful of water to wash our face, which was cool and refreshing. Another beautiful landscape painting. We came to a lotus pond, where the lotus flowers were beautiful, some were slim, some were standing tall, some were standing, and some were hiding under the lotus leaves to hide and seek with us. The water surface was light blue. When I came to the hill behind the village, I saw green trees and vines, grass and flowers, and a vibrant scene. The bee woke up from his sleep and started his day's work buzzingly Newport Cigarettes. Butterflies also spread their wings and danced on the green grass. In the ears are cicada songbirds, sparrows, cuckoos bouncing around the trees, free and carefree. Unconsciously, we came to a mountain of bamboo. This is the world of bamboo, the ocean of bamboo, and I ca n��t help but remind me of the bamboo and stone of Zheng Banqiao. The fog was floating, like being in a green cloud. Those sturdy bamboos are tall and straight, heading straight to the sky. The dense green branches and green leaves cover the sky and the sun. When the breeze blew, we listened to our ears as if it were a sound of nature, the soothing rhythm, the majestic tone, the bamboo tao that the wind blew through the bamboo sea, let us float intoxicatedly. In the afternoon, a light drizzle floated and fell on the face, itchy and cool. At this moment, bamboo shoots protruded their little heads and looked at this green world curiously. "When there is no excavation, there is a festival first, and I will always be modest at Lingyun." Whenever I see bamboo shoots, I can't help but think of these two verses. Bamboo branches swaying, bamboo leaves whirling, and when the sun is showing off the smiling face again, it is sprinkled mottled among the bamboo forests, like a dancing elf walking around in this dreamy place, enjoying it is undoubtedly the most beautiful thing. Excellent writing composition 900 words two _ The beauty of my hometown My hometown is in Yuange Village, Zhuqi Township. Grandma heard that it used to be very poor, there was desolation around, and the surrounding mountains were bare and ugly. At that time, the houses where the folks lived were paved with tattered tiles. Every rainy day, rainwater will flow into the house from the pores of the tiles, and it will form a light rain. It is really raining outside the house. The house is lightly raining. A gust of wind blew through, and even the tiles would fall and hit people. Everyday people need to go to the county to buy ordinary daily necessities. They have to walk two or three hours on the rough mountain road to the Min River, and then have to take a steamer to cross the river. I often hear adults say: "Life is not easy, everything has to look forward." Still adults have a vision. This is not my hometown. Although it was very poor and backward, it is now more and more beautiful. The folks lived in a solid concrete room, and were no longer afraid of water leakage. A wide cement road leads directly to the Min River and connects to 316 National Road. A mighty golden flowers. A gust of wind blew the flowers and the flowers scattered, attracting many small bees to gather honey. The peach trees on the hillside also have pink flowers, which is really beautiful! At this time, if you are fortunate to be immersed in the sea of ??flowers Marlboro Gold, you will definitely look extra spirited. Whenever summer comes, the mountains are filled with Huang Chengcheng's loquat. From a distance, it looks like a lot of yellow light bulbs are hanging on the big tree. If you go to the mountain and pick a loquat from the tree, peel off the skin, and the golden flesh inside is sweaty and mouth-watering. If you take a bite, the sweetness of the loquat will surely not close, and you want to have another one, another one ... When autumn comes, the olives in the mountains are ripe. After a series of cool autumn winds blowing, the fragrance of olives will drift with the wind. The newly ripened olives are greenish-green, covered with branches like flawless emeralds. You pick one from the tree and put it in your mouth to bite. First you feel your tongue numb and astringent, and then there is a sweet taste straight from the tip of your tongue into your throat. My dad and I climbed onto the tree and shook the branches hard. The olives fell like green rain from the tree. When winter comes, many leaves have fallen. Only the sugarcane leaves are still green and the sugarcane field becomes a green ocean. The black shell of sugar cane turned into a dark forest under the "ocean". At this time, the sugar cane has matured, you fold one, cut the outer skin to bite, and it will be as sweet as honey. If you have the opportunity to come to my hometown, the hospitable folks will always take out the sweet melon Come to entertain you. My hometown is really getting more and more beautiful, I love my hometown.