Daoxiangli's hometown.
Where is the hometown, forget unless you are drunk. "I always remember that the golden rice is the eternal hometown in my heart.
On an autumn afternoon, the sun shines obliquely on the rice paddies, shimmering like a flowing oil painting. The rice paddies are densely clustered together, as if whispering, as if laughing. The plump grains, each one full of vitality, hung heavily, as if to tell the world that this is a harvest season.
I stepped barefoot on the soft earth and felt the warmth of the earth. A breeze blew, and layers of golden waves spread in the rice fields, which stretched all the way to the sky, meeting the blue sky and white clouds. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, it was the aroma of rice, fresh, sweet, full of life power.
The rice in my hometown is not only a crop, but also an emotional sustenance. It bears witness to our hard work and carries our yearning for a better life. Whenever the rice is ripe, we are always excited and look forward to the moment of harvest. At that moment, all the hard work turned into satisfaction and joy.
In this golden paddy, I saw the development of my hometown and the industriousness and wisdom of the people. They ploughed the land with their hands and watered the rice with their sweat. Their efforts have brought the joy of a bumper harvest and the happiness of life.
The rice in my hometown is the most beautiful scenery in my heart. It's not just a crop, it's a symbol of emotion. It made me feel the warmth of my hometown, and it also made me cherish and be grateful for every harvest in my life even more.
The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. "In this golden paddy, I found my roots and my soul. This is my forever hometown.