My hometown is a beautiful place.
In spring, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, everything is revived, and fish come out of the ice.
In summer, the trees are shady, knowing that they are also constantly shouting, as if playing a summer march.
In autumn, the trees in the mountains are in golden clothes. Farmers and uncles are also harvesting fruits.
Winter is a new picture, and the earth is covered with a thick white blanket. In the community, a group of lively and lovely children are making snowmen and fighting snowballs.
The four seasons in my hometown have their own merits. Why dont I like such a lovely home?