My hometown has many beautiful places. My village has bright red tile-roofed houses. Houses lined up close together, always crowded, busy. There is also a green river flowing from one village to another. If you want to go back, you must cross a bridge. In addition to the tile-roofed houses and the green river stretching, this place also has vast immense fields. The parcels of land kept running one after another, running far away. The bumper rice fields are the joy and the life of man. Right next to my village is a large lotus lake. Summer is the most favorite, the breeze from the lotus pond is mixed with the faint aroma of lotus, both romantic and pleasant. Each village has its own beauty. For me, my hometown has things that are nowhere near equal. And you? What is your hometown?

My hometown has many beautiful places. My village has bright red tile-roofed houses. Houses lined up close together, always crowded, busy. There is also a green river flowing from one village to another. If you want to go back, you must cross a bridge. In addition to the tile-roofed houses and the green river stretching, this place also has vast immense fields. The parcels of land kept running one after another, running far away. The bumper rice fields are the joy and the life of man. Right next to my village is a large lotus lake. Summer is the most favorite, the breeze from the lotus pond is mixed with the faint aroma of lotus, both romantic and pleasant. Each village has its own beauty. For me, my hometown has things that are nowhere near equal.