My hometown is in this small village afar. Here, there are a lot of green, a lot of flowers all over the hills and mountains. Here, people live in harmony and respect each other, leading a happy life. This is my hometown - the Snow Mountain.
In spring, buds come out of small trees, grass come out of the ground, and flowers all over the hills are all competing to show their youthful face to others. Farmers are busy tending to the field. Sweat runs along their whole body. You can see the expectation for the autumn harvest in their eyes.
In summer, all the green on the field brings a sense of pleasure to the villiage. Elder men get together to chat with each other joyfully, shaking their fan, holding a cup of tea and smoking. After school, teenagers with a backpack on their back run in the fields, playing with each other.
In autumn, all fruit trees are dressed with ripe fruits. Crops in the field have all become ripe Look, farmers are all harvesting in the field. Walking on the street in the village, I feel like the ground is so soft. Leaves are falling from the tree. After dancing in the air for some time, they return to the arms of mother nature.
In winter, snowflakes fall from the sky. Look! A bunch of children are playing with each other over there. They are having snow fights, building snowmen and pushing snowballs...... They light up the fireworks in their hands cheerfully. At this moment, it seems like I have gone back to my childhood.