高中英语作文：故乡的田野

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　　The field of the hometown is the most beautiful, I like it. I like to stroll on the fields of field. The kind of comfort that smells rice incense and grass is enough to let me forget all the unhappy and worries. In this field of rice, I feel the magical magic of the field to the field. Eliminate red dust, the mood is more superior. Due to my family background, I have no extraordinary experience in Xiaoda, and there is a special feeling of fields. Unlimited yearning, this year, I can't figure it, I can only say that my heart is touched, and the spirit is embarrassing. On the occasion of the spring, it is a good time to play the valley.

　　At this time, the field is full of farmers who are busy with cultivation. They in their hands and laughter, and they are expected, speculative, speculation autumn harvest season. How warms the scene is, the child is playing, and some are based on the field playful. The seedlings sent back to the living environment is even more quiet and quietly listening. Summer, knowing on the tree, Huang Dog followed the footprint of the owner in Tian, u200bu200bcontinued to breathe atmosphere: farmers are busy with the seedlings, weeding, water, and the seedlings have changed a green small dress, showing delicate The beauty of the beauty; a gust of wind, "Green Ocean" turned over a wave, and the rice is being tuned by the style of the girl, and it is so beautiful that it is, and it is really beautiful!

　　Autumn is the most popular, it also brought the joy and joy of people's harvest, the whole land is all overreamed. At this time, the rice field has become a big and warm gold duvet. In the body of the earth, it seems that the earth mother loves to wear, it also holds a unique fragrant rice fragrance flower, so that the earth mother has more beautiful and beautiful.

　　At the time of winter, the fields were bare, and the rice has no trace. Leave only the straw stalk after the Valley is piled into a hill in the field, and the child treats it as a toy. You throw me, I still You have stacked, it's not easy, look, they also played a hide cat in the field, hiding in the stachete, hiding behind the stalk, the field came from time to time, the silver bell is like laughter And the rice fields at this moment become a child's paradise. Four seasons in the fields, I am praised for it, I have praised it, I love my hometown field.