3月25日晴我的家乡是一个普普通通的小山村,这里既没有桂林山水般的美景,也没有杭州西湖般的雅境。但它却以那朴实的美,哺育着一代又一代的家乡人。晨曦微露,浓雾弥漫着整个村子,清凉的小河塘,绕村的小白杨,流溢出淡淡的碧光。那静静的田畦,全被装进烟雾的摇篮……村西的池塘,被烟雾缠绕的缥缥缈缈,犹如蓬莱仙境般迷人。一位老大爷悠闲地哼着小曲,忽然,浮着的小草晃动了一下,几片鱼肚白一闪而过, March 25 Clear My hometown is an ordinary small mountain village, which has neither the beautiful landscape of Guilin, nor the elegant West Lake in Hangzhou. But with its simple beauty, it nurtures generations of hometown people. Morning dawn Wei Lu, thick fog filled the entire village, cool little river pond, around the village of the little white poplar flowing overflow of light Bi light. That quiet Tian 畦, all were put into the cradle of smoke ... ... Village West ponds, smoke winding 缥 缥 缈 缈, as if Penglai Wonderland as charming. An old man leisurely humming the song, suddenly, the floating grass shaking a moment, a few pieces of white flash over,