In May, there is a bright amorous feelings in my hometown.

In May, the season of green onion passion, the footsteps of summer happen to stop at the curtain call of spring. Warm and bright sunshine, swinging the lines of poems in the depths of the heart, carrying a ray of fragrance of shallow summer, condensing a clear dream of ice and jade, together with this rich and full-bodied green onions over the branches, stay in the heart that has not been seen for a long time, and moisten a beautiful season.

In May, the lush fields and thick mountains changed the mood into a set of relaxed and natural casual clothes. In the warm sun, facing the gentle wind and colorful morning clouds, walking on the country road. Look at the green fields, look at the distant mountains green and luxuriant, listen to the passionate flow of the stream, feel at ease.

Comfortable mood unwittingly with the rhythm of green mountains and rivers, allowing a cluster of green colors to soak the primary color of life, looking for a long-lost post in a tranquility, the life of the heart is continuing, stepping on a pool of dreamy whispers under foot, rendering the thoughts of attachment to hometown.

Early in the morning, listen to the songs of birds and songs over the village. At noon, I like to hear the fragrance of the pastoral soil under the warm sun. With a sweet and dripping mood, I draw a beautiful picture of the green mountains and rivers of my hometown.

Always like to take the double peaks (the highest peak of Pengze) as the crown, the clouds as the light gauze, the continuous greens as the clothes, the string as the clear and unrestrained river, and the pond as the pearl inlaid, in the vast land south of the Yangtze River, take the beautiful amorous feelings of hometown into the picture scroll to express feelings.

Stay in the green mountains and fields of my hometown, and place the dream valley, which I miss day and night in a foreign land, in the picturesque amorous feelings of my hometown in May. With the rhythm of the wind, I release the feelings of the mind in the obsession and banish the Qinghuan of the soul.

Looking back at the green in the wilderness, I know that the vigorous May of all things is even more fascinating.

Overlooking the north bank, the fog locks the torrent of the Yangtze River, dim and dim, as magical as a fantasy. Surging surging waves, surging rapids of the river, as if a leaping python in the air, taking off with his hometown.

Looking back on the south of the mountain, the hills and valleys of the past are now flat, surrounded by green mountains, blossoming beautiful buds, showing the ever-changing elegant demeanor of the hometown.

On a sunny day, easily humming the Taiwanese campus song "Walking on the country Road" and walking in the fields of my hometown, I will be fascinated by the colorful pastoral scenery in May. The green hills are full of vitality, the clear streams sparkle with silver, the golden wheat waves, the green seedlings, the smoking villages, and the fragrance of the green fruit branches infiltrate the heart.

In May, a green hometown, the mountains are full of green light, picturesque scenery. The jumping and hissing of Taohongling sika deer, the euphemistic and melodious fishing songs of Taibo Lake, the prospect of a bumper harvest of Camellia oleifera in Furongdun Pingchuan, and the ripples of the clear water scales of Fanghong Lake are all romantic glimpses of my hometown in May.

The picturesque amorous feelings can always create the colorful colors of the hometown, and always show the elegant and fresh feelings towards the hometown. I feel light and tranquil because of the amorous feelings of my hometown in May.

The wind in May is very much like the tender and soft hands of a young girl. The love of May opened heartily in the warm summer breeze, quietly overflowing the mountains and valleys of my hometown and drifting into my heart. The green grass spread like a blanket always reminds me of the happiness and happy laughter when I chased with my friends on the green grass in my childhood. I can't help but want to lie down and enjoy the soft green, open my mouth and kiss the green grass, feel the fragrance of the green, or just turn a few somersaults on the green grass and smell the freshness of the soil. Relive the joy of childhood and the childlike innocence that has not been seen for a long time!

The roadside is occasionally interspersed with unknown flowers, and they all take advantage of the sunny weather to open a charming smile to welcome the bright summer. Meiwen.com.cn

The indefatigable rain in May, the sparse lingering softness, moistened the distant green hill overflowing the stream in front of me, wet my path home, and moisturized my wet heart.

In May in my hometown, everything is just right, dripping without losing softness, warmth without losing euphemism. Enjoy showing the beautiful grace, whether it is gentle in the court, or the warm beauty in the twilight, all the waves reveal a distant serenity, and the passion of splash in the splash is shining in the bright sun, everything is so fluttering and detached. At this time, send affection to the landscape of the hometown, a sensitive mind and the beautiful and harmonious communication between the hometown, the scene melts together to construct the synaesthesia of the soul, so that the hard life is in a kind of relief of life return and the desire of life Thanksgiving. Get a kind of comfort and joy.

In your spare time, put a cup of tea beside you, listen to an elegant Huangmei opera, or light water sleeves or sound and music, leisurely and complacent. American Literature Reading Network

Sometimes, on the roof, listen to the laughter of gardenia flowers in front of the door, see the story of pomegranate red behind the house, thoughts along the flourishing tidbits of early summer, chasing the green of May, like the call of a lingering local accent on the top of the double peaks.

All the seasons of the year, May is the most beautiful. The rain in May makes the sky of my hometown clear and blue, fade away the affectionate spring, and let me love the passion of May, the thin red, fat and green mountains and rivers, the countryside full of green fruits, and the fields delicately decorated with hope everywhere, is a beautiful hometown style.

Author: Su Mo Qingfeng