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When the sun rushed to the west of the mountain to finish the long journey, it was time for me to finish my study and run to the top of the village to breathe the fresh, cool air. Wow, how beautiful is my hometown now! The space is very airy, the atmosphere is fresh and wonderful. The sky is blue and high, white clouds, pink clouds floating like they are going on a trip. The golden rays seemed to be lingering, raindrops poured down on the branches, the roof and flooded down the village pond. It all looked brighter. The breeze of the Southern wind blows along with the aromatic scent of the newly cultivated rice fields to make people feel uneasy. On the tree branches, she happily beat the breeze beat the leaves singing joyfully. I deliberately walked on the road to the top of the village to admire my homeland. Wow, so beautiful! Against the sky, the flute kites fluttering high of someone because soaring on the vast space. In the distance, the undulating green peaks look great! Under the pond surface, the difference in sunlight made the whole pond glistening and sparkling like people had just finished a batch of gold. At the foot of the dyke, every herd of buffalo heads goes out. Seeing his hometown, when did the sun go down the mountain. In the village, flying kitchen smoke is intertwined with the fog strip like a thin chiffon veil making the scene fade. On the branches, the birds chirped to call each other to harmonize with the cooperative loudspeakers to create a du song

How beautiful my hometown is

Green rice fields, mountains and forests thousands of trees.

One of my favorite scenes is the sunset on the peaceful, peaceful countryside.

As the Sun gradually descended behind the mountains, the warm yellow sunlight was scattered on the banks of the dyke, the grass, and the long reclining fields. The waves glowed and bobed in the breeze. From the horizon, the birds chirping call the flock and then fly to the nest. Sarus cranes roam in the sky and the deep blue is not the same.
   Far away, looming people go draining water, be shore. The cool water is brought into the rice field, they blend into the soil to help the rice plant have more strength after a day of fighting with the sun. The sunlight gradually faded and then disappeared. At the top of the mountain is a golden shade of afternoon covering. The herd of buffaloes engrossed in the grass on the hill:
   "Gnawing at the sunset, gnawing at the afternoons." Then, the sound of the flute rang, the buffaloes prickled their ears and then wandered back, the silhouettes of the buffalo horns bold in the middle of the silent field. the grass is a crowd of shepherds chattering, all making the village more beautiful.In the field, the farmers also come back, they discuss the upcoming crop.
   At that time, the afternoon sun also gradually faded away. The light is only wafting to the west. Cloudy gray clouds are coming. The sky is dark blue. The night fog fell and gathered on the top of the grass, hidden in the dim darkness that was about to fall. Road pedestrians gradually disappear, the sound on the village road also sink after sunset. In the bushes along the road, geckos crept out, and then they jumped up and down, crawled up the trunks, and raised a clang. Here and there, echoing the sounds of insects chatting in the ground, they woke up after a day of deep sleep. In the village, the family cooked dinner and had fun in a quiet countryside. The flock of chickens went to the coop and proclaimed ... profane. The girls whispered to each other and would stay up all night worrying about laying eggs. Then, they also sleep with sleep without waiting.
   Oh! I have many interesting things in my hometown. I love that place very much.

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