Home is a garden with flowers fragrant,Hometown is forest,have cool and refreshing green trees,Home is the field,with the harvest hope.Hometown is snow,have of ice crystals ablaze.
Remember the past,every family in order to not sorrow eat,small yard is full of fruit or vegetables.All the year round,as long as it can kind of something,small courtyard will full,look,all sorts of color doped crisscross,desultorily.Good crowded,good messy one-or-two-family houses.Now,families are not how to plant vegetables,but growing flowers.
Think again before,the village village are bare,almost no trees.In summer,outside chat grown-ups were down the wall to sit,kids are mostly hide in the house thefan fan.The house like steamer,outside like hot pot.And now,around the house,on both side of the street,the village village,were planted greening tree,though not like that,but also thick forest green.
Reviewing the past,garbage owning a paradise -- streets,arbitrary stay around every corner,sometimes also meet wind dance,and even swim on water,let a person see just want to hide,really dirty it.Now,the garbage have end-result - dump,clean street,shop went up by cement,became a dazzling window.Net ah,ice crystals shine hometown.
My hometown is in constant change.In my heart,my hometown as young woman,is getting more good-looking,I from the inside of the mind love my hometown.