Longkou, a beautiful hometown, writes compositions in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

1. There are five unique compositions describing Longkou's hometown in the third grade: strange stones, strange seams, strange holes, strange trees and strange vines.

As we walked through the winding path, we saw the arm-like Gu Teng wrapped around the towering old trees beside the road. The vines are bare and tightly attached to the huge trunk, lying on the steep rock wall, and you can't see how long it is. It is said that it is over 1000 years old! Some grotesque and varied boulders are dotted in the lush forest.

Unconsciously, we came to the five fingers seam-grinding abdomen seam. This is a long and narrow gap. The darker it is, the only one can pass sideways.

I looked up, ah! There is only a thin blue line left in the sky. The stone walls on both sides are slippery and wet.

After walking for about ten minutes, my eyes suddenly opened. We have passed the belly grinding seam, and it really rubbed my stomach just now! Through the sky, all kinds of birds are singing one after another along the way, and the peaks are undulating in the distance, and clouds cover the fog.

Suddenly I heard a powerful Hakka folk song, and I quickly ran with it. It turned out that a white-haired and ruddy-faced old man was singing folk songs leisurely.

After singing, Grandpa told me that he wrote all the lyrics that described the beautiful scenery of Wu Zhifeng on the stone tablet. He is almost eighty years old and has lived in the mountains for decades.

The water here is very sweet, and the mountains are beautiful and particularly moist. Now he can carry 100 kilograms of burden up the mountain! After that, he played and sang. This song is beautiful.

2. There are five unique compositions describing Longkou's hometown in the third grade: strange stones, strange seams, strange holes, strange trees and strange vines. As we walked through the winding path, we saw the arm-like Gu Teng wrapped around the towering old trees beside the road. The vines are bare and tightly attached to the huge trunk, lying on the steep rock wall, and you can't see how long it is. It is said that it is over 1000 years old! Some grotesque and varied boulders are dotted in the lush forest.

Unconsciously, we came to the five fingers seam-grinding abdomen seam. This is a long and narrow gap. The darker it is, the only one can pass sideways. I looked up, ah! There is only a thin blue line left in the sky. The stone walls on both sides are slippery and wet. After walking for about ten minutes, my eyes suddenly opened. We have passed the belly grinding seam, and it really rubbed my stomach just now!

Through the sky, all kinds of birds are singing one after another along the way, and the peaks are undulating in the distance, and clouds cover the fog. Suddenly I heard a powerful Hakka folk song, and I quickly ran with it. It turned out that a white-haired and ruddy grandfather was singing folk songs leisurely. After singing, Grandpa told me that he wrote all the lyrics that described the beautiful scenery of Wu Zhifeng on the stone tablet. He is almost eighty years old and has lived in the mountains for decades. The water here is very sweet, and the mountains are beautiful and particularly moist. Now he can carry 100 kilograms of burden up the mountain! After that, he played and sang. That song was really nice!

3. My beautiful hometown Longkou Composition 3 10 My beautiful hometown is located in Longkou, an urban area in the northwest of Jiaodong Peninsula. This is the largest local port in China, and it shines like a bright pearl. If you want to know my hometown, follow me to know my charming hometown. The most famous here are red apples and delicious fans.

& When I mentioned my hometown Longkou, I couldn't help thinking of my hometown specialty-apples. The apples in Longkou are delicious and delicious. The ripe apple skin is smooth and red, which makes me drool and take a bite. Crispy, sweet and delicious. But it's not normal. My family also grows apples, and I have deep ones. Every spring, buds will grow on the apple tree. Don't underestimate these little buds, this is the hope of the farmer's uncle for a year! Under the touch of the girl in the spring breeze, a few days later, the buds grew up slowly, then covered with trees and flowers, and a week later, green apples grew. This is all due to the spring breeze girl, who has nurtured the little apple all her life. Small apples grow up slowly, and there is an important step in this process-commonly known as "fruit thinning". "Fruit thinning" means peeling useless apples, which is a cautious life and is related to the good luck of apples when they grow up. The second is bagging, which is very hard. Every household has dozens or even hundreds of big trees, and there are probably millions of small apples. It is conceivable that it is time-consuming and laborious for farmers' uncles to bag all of them! This is only a small part. Cultivating good apples requires pesticide application, fertilization, bag picking and so on. The management process of Apple is really not easy.

4. Composition: Write 170-200 words in the beautiful hometown in spring, summer, autumn and winter. My hometown is a beautiful place. Here, the green hills are next to the green waters, and the Xin 'anjiang River flows out from here, from which the folk culture begins to develop. This is Dameikou Village. Flowers are in full bloom in spring, trees are shaded in summer, fresh fruit is fragrant in autumn, and it is snowy in winter. Let me introduce them to you one by one!

Early spring is a light-footed painter. When you notice the arrival of early spring, several misty spring rains have turned the mountains green and the water green. At this time, Miss Chun has printed colors in every corner-pink, delicate yellow, snow white and, of course, lighter green. The bubbling Xin 'anjiang River is becoming more and more beautiful. On the mountain, trees grow green buds. Chunyang painted the straw mat bright green, and the delicate grass leaves were painted with oil, which was dazzling and pleasing to the eye. There are also beautiful azaleas all over the mountains. There are patches of rape flowers everywhere in the field, as if the ground were covered with a golden carpet. A group of children shuttled through the flowers, running and playing. ...

In early summer, the sun shone through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground was covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins. Two ancient camphor trees at the entrance of the village are blooming, and the aroma is fragrant. People passing by will stop and smell its fragrance quietly. The puppy stuck out its tongue and lay panting under the eaves. As long as you come to the farmland, you can still see the farmer's uncle working hard in the field on such a hot day. The farmers all hope that they can have a good harvest. During the summer vacation, children bathe, swim and have a water fight in the river. On the willows on both sides of the river, there was a sound of "knowing knowing knowing knowing knowing knowing", which seemed to remind children to pay attention to safety.

Autumn is beautiful everywhere. However, autumn in my hometown has a different kind of beauty. The fallen leaves dancing with the autumn wind are so elegant and moving. In the rice fields, there is a scene of bumper harvest. Sorghum is drunk as red, but rice is bent down, as if welcoming some distinguished guests. Cotton has matured, cotton peaches have cracked, and cotton is exposed like teeth. There are also a group of children who picked up a bamboo pole and ran to the mountain to beat chestnuts. The stick hit the chestnut tree and the chestnut fell with a splash.

When the old man entered the winter, his hometown was covered with pure and glittering snowflakes, and even the water surface was covered with glittering ice. Chimonanthus praecox and bamboo are friends by the pool, and their long fragrance makes people forget the chill in winter. As soon as it snowed, a group of children went straight to the open fields, made snowmen and had snowball fights.

Stone, year after year, four seasons change, this is my beautiful hometown, where I grew up. No matter how long it takes, I still have a deep memory of my childhood and a deep love for my hometown.

5. The third grade composition must write 360 beautiful hometown about the beauty of hometown in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

My hometown is in the countryside, which is a very beautiful place. I like his tranquility, but I prefer his colorful seasons.

In spring, spring returns to the earth, and various plants begin to take root and sprout. Swallows are also back, singing in the branches, adding infinite vitality to the lovely spring. The children took off their cotton-padded clothes, rushed out of the house and ran to the fields. Some children are fertilizing and watering the plants. Some linger in the fragrance of flowers; Others are playing games in the fields, such a scene can only be drawn by the cleverest painter.

In summer, the earth is shrouded in the scorching sun. When the flowers bloom, you will see many people enjoying the cool under the big tree and occasionally smell the fragrant fragrance. Oh! It turned out to be a nameless flower. Although they are very inconspicuous, they also add a lot of color to the summer scenery.

In autumn, Aunt Qiu quietly came to the orchard. The fruit in the orchard is ripe. Red persimmons hang on the branches like agates, and occasionally talk to Apple's sister. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are making faces with children; Pomegranate also wants to play hide-and-seek with children! Hide, what a bumper harvest.

In winter, heavy snow covers the whole village, the trees are covered with silver, the ground is covered with snow blankets, and there is white everywhere. Children put on cotton-padded clothes, make snowmen and have snowball fights in the snow, which is really a charming pastoral scenery.

My hometown is not bad! If you come to our hometown, we will certainly give you a warm welcome!

6. composition: beautiful hometown (not written according to the four seasons) beautiful hometown

This autumn, my parents took me to my hometown to play. On this day, the sky is high in You Lan. In this high blue sky, there is a trace of white clouds, and flocks of geese fly south, one in a line and the other in a line. Unconsciously, I walked to grandpa's house. The charming scenery of my hometown unfolded before my eyes.

There is a green orchard in front of grandpa's house. The big grape trellis is covered with strings of purple grapes, which are green in purple and bright in green, just like big, round and beautiful pearls, sparkling and watery. Red oranges, in groups of five, in groups of three, head to head, face to face, as if whispering, "Welcome back, young master!" " We thought you forgot about us! "I smiled and shook my head again and again and said," No, how could I forget you! " "The most coveted is the golden pear in Huang Chengcheng. The skin is thin and juicy, which makes people fondle it! The big, round and heavy red apple bent the branches and kept nodding to me in the breeze.

There is a river beside the orchard. The river is cool to the bottom, and several small fish are playing in the river, which is very cute. There are maple trees on both sides of the river. How red they are! Like a fire. Fallen leaves fall with the wind. But the pine trees by the river are still so tall and straight and so green. The clear river reflects red leaves and green trees. How beautiful!

There are rice fields, and the fragrance wafts from a field in Huang Cancan. Rice with full grains and rice with shriveled grains can't stand up straight, as if thanking the earth for its nurturing grace.

I like my beautiful hometown!

7. The beautiful hometown of the third grade caught the spring, summer, autumn and winter. One morning fifty years ago, a middle-aged man took one last affectionate look at his hometown where he had lived for half his life and set foot on the road to leave his hometown.

That man is my grandfather. That day, he got up early in order to see his familiar hometown again. He doesn't like loitering, but he made an exception and took a walk around the ancient town of Sui 'an. Touch the broken city wall with those weather-beaten hands, and set foot on the street paved with bluestone with those feet accustomed to mountain roads. He really wants to seal everything in front of him in his mind, even a crack in the wall, even a bird in the sky, even the old pagoda tree with a crooked neck at the gate ... everything that used to be unremarkable is so important to him now.

Grandpa left after all. He immigrated to Jiande and settled there. Through hard work, life at home has gradually improved. The face of the old town of Sui 'an always haunts my grandfather's mind. Every evening, after dinner, grandpa always sits on the threshold in the sunset, looks at the direction of the old city of Sui 'an and turns out the dusty old city of Sui 'an in the deep memory. He seemed to have returned to his hometown. He saw those ancient buildings and pedestrians rushing by on the road paved with bluestones. He smelled all kinds of snacks in shops on both sides of the road and heard the shouts of vendors. Whenever he thinks about it, he laughs. But when he realizes that everything around him is no longer the scenery of his hometown, he often shows a sad expression. He really hopes that one day, he can go back to his hometown and see the changes in his hometown. However, he finally failed to achieve it.

My father and I fulfilled our last wish on behalf of my grandfather and returned to Chun 'an. At that time, Chun 'an was not what my grandfather described. There are no low and old tile houses here, instead, there are rows of buildings; There are no vendors selling by the roadside, but lively and prosperous markets; There are no wheelbarrows, only beautiful streamlined cars and motorcycles. ...

It turns out that the ancient Sui 'an has been sleeping under Qiandao Lake, and the young Qiandao Lake town, Chun 'an county town bred by it, is striding towards us. A clear lake, several green hills, 20-to 30-story high-rise buildings rise into the sky, cars flow endlessly on the wide expressway, and there are all kinds of spacious supermarket goods ... speedboats gallop past the lake, stirring up waves, and many Chinese and foreign tourists swim in this landscape ...

The construction of mountain city is still developing rapidly, and it is difficult for an album to hold the new look of Chun 'an for 50 years. Pick a few clips! Father also said with emotion. This year, in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father and I took a photo of the Thousand Island Lake Chronicle Monument and the new tourist pier, and brought this embodiment of beauty to grandpa's grave. When the breeze blows, I seem to see Grandpa smiling for the prosperity of his native land, like Qian Qian, a wanderer who walked out of Chunsui County. ...

Yu Ruiyang, the second grade of Qiandao Lake Junior High School in Chun 'an County, Zhejiang Province

8. The beautiful hometown of the third grade composition poetry wants to write spring, summer, autumn and winter. My hometown is beautiful, so listen to me!

In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves. Suddenly, several lovely swallows flew in, one after another, one to the left and one to the right, twittering like children walking and chatting. Swallows are so cute. They fly to the beam and then to the wire. When they stand on the wire, their bodies are like small notes. They are so cute.

In summer, the inner layers of the tree are tightly packed together and become a huge green umbrella. Although it is steaming above, it is cold below. Children like to play or chat under the tree. How nice it is for adults to play chess and enjoy the cool!

In autumn, fruits and crops are ripe. You see, Apple's red face looks like a shy little girl. Grape is like a doll's smiling face, and its chubby body will make people feel that this grape is sweet and sour. The wheat seedling shakes its body. It looks like a golden silk scarf. How beautiful!

In winter, there is silvery white snow in the sky. The snow on the ground is thick, like a thick quilt, cold, cold, cold. The swimming pool is frozen. I often skate on it.

My hometown is beautiful, or listen to me!

In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves. Suddenly, several lovely swallows flew in, one after another, one to the left and one to the right, twittering like children walking and chatting. Swallows are so cute. They fly to the beam and then to the wire. When they stand on the wire, their bodies are like small notes. They are so cute.

In summer, the inner layers of the tree are tightly packed together and become a huge green umbrella. Although it is steaming above, it is cold below. Children like to play or chat under the tree. How nice it is for adults to play chess and enjoy the cool!

In autumn, fruits and crops are ripe. You see, Apple's red face looks like a shy little girl. Grape is like a doll's smiling face, and its chubby body will make people feel that this grape is sweet and sour. The wheat seedling shakes its body. It looks like a golden silk scarf. How beautiful!

In winter, there is silvery white snow in the sky. The snow on the ground is thick, like a thick quilt, cold, cold, cold. The swimming pool is frozen. I often skate on it.

My hometown is beautiful, or listen to me!

In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves. Suddenly, several lovely swallows flew in, one after another, one to the left and one to the right, twittering like children walking and chatting. Swallows are so cute. They fly to the beam and then to the wire. When they stand on the wire, their bodies are like small notes. They are so cute.

In summer, the inner layers of the tree are tightly packed together and become a huge green umbrella. Although it is steaming above, it is cold below. Children like to play or chat under the tree. How nice it is for adults to play chess and enjoy the cool!

In autumn, fruits and crops are ripe. You see, Apple's red face looks like a shy little girl. Grape is like a doll's smiling face, and its chubby body will make people feel that this grape is sweet and sour. The wheat seedling shakes its body. It looks like a golden silk scarf. How beautiful!

In winter, there is silvery white snow in the sky. The snow on the ground is thick, like a thick quilt, cold, cold, cold. The swimming pool is frozen. I often skate on it.

My hometown is beautiful, or listen to me!

In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves. Suddenly, several lovely swallows flew in, one after another, one to the left and one to the right, twittering like children walking and chatting. Swallows are so cute. They fly to the beam and then to the wire. When they stand on the wire, their bodies are like small notes. They are so cute.

In summer, the inner layers of the tree are tightly packed together and become a huge green umbrella. Although it is steaming above, it is cold below. Children like to play or chat under the tree. How nice it is for adults to play chess and enjoy the cool!

In autumn, fruits and crops are ripe. You see, Apple's red face looks like a shy little girl. Grape is like a doll's smiling face, and its chubby body will make people feel that this grape is sweet and sour. The wheat seedling shakes its body. It looks like a golden silk scarf. How beautiful!

In winter, there is silvery white snow in the sky. The snow on the ground is thick, like a thick quilt, cold, cold, cold. The swimming pool is frozen. I often skate on it.

9. Love your hometown and love Longkou composition In the east of the world, there is an ancient country, beautiful and vast; In the east of the world, there is a great country. She is diligent and strong. In the east of the world, there is a vast fertile soil, magical and vast.

The rushing Yellow River is her blood; The towering Mount Tai is her backbone, and she is my motherland-China. Growing up, the word "China" left a deep impression in my heart. Looking at the globe painted with mountains and rivers, the majestic mountains of the motherland and the winding Yangtze River and Yellow River have been deeply branded in my heart.

I remember when I was a child, my mother pointed to several national flags and asked me which one did you like best? I proudly replied: China's five-star red flag, of course! Mom asked again why? I said, "Because the red flag in China is the brightest, because I am from China, 7A64E4B893E5B19E3133264623837, because I am a descendant of the Chinese people." For thousands of years, my motherland has been weather-beaten and weather-beaten.

Today, on the horizon of the world, we have finally embarked on the road of internationalization. Today's China is no longer a weak country that is trampled on by others. Today's China has a splendid culture and is making great achievements that make the world sit up and take notice.

You see, shenzhou spaceship has soared into the sky; Chang 'e, I invite you to swim in the moon sky; The great motherland's successful bid for the Olympic Games has shown the world that China is in line with the world, advancing with the times and developing rapidly. As a China person, how can I not be proud? In this land, there is a magical and beautiful place, and that is my hometown-Ningxia.

The mountains and rivers in Ningxia have both magnificent desert scenery and charming scenery bordering the south of the Yangtze River, and are rich in treasures. You see, the lush 800-meter forest belt on both sides of Guling Highway is showing the world that the vast desert has bowed its head in front of Lingwu people! Clear water is like white practice, lying on the edge of the Mu Us desert, inheriting and recording the endless wonders of the Millennium! You see, Wan Li's fragrant long red dates have gone out of China and into the world.

Its bright red color and sweet taste symbolize the hard work and wisdom of Lingwu people. As a martial artist, how can I not be proud? I love my hometown, the softness of cashmere, the harmony of Wu Jinyang, the clarity of water and the fragrance of red dates.

My hometown has inserted the wings of flying, riding the east wind of western development, flying to the world and the future. Ah, Lingwu, my lovely hometown, you are an affectionate land that feeds us endlessly! You are a fertile soil, nourishing our souls from generation to generation! Let's dress you up, song for you.

I believe that in the near future, the future of my hometown will be even better! The motherland's tomorrow will be more brilliant.