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The Pure Beauty of My Hometown Fields |
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The fields of my hometown are filled with the scent of fresh grass and pure
earth. The sight of it is a breathtaking beauty, with a green hue that is both
calming and familiar. The air is filled with warmth and a sense of nostalgia. As
the wind blows, it creates waves of green, and I am submerged in the clear and
pure beauty of it all. There is no noisy city here, just a peaceful and pure
beauty.
In the afternoon, the village is quiet, and the occasional drops of rain create
a rhythmical symphony, hitting the green stone slabs with a gentle tap-tap
sound. It's a different kind of joy from the hustle and bustle of the city, and
the raindrops seem to dye the green stone slabs a deeper shade of green. The
rain is mischievous and lively, yet when it falls, it brings a sense of
serenity. The raindrops are pure and transparent, and there is no city's
dazzling colors here, just the pure and clear drops of rain.
The sky of my hometown is a vast expanse of clouds, and when you look up, it's a
clear and transparent blue. The clouds float leisurely, but they never cover the
crystal-clear blue sky, which is pure and without impurities. It's a pure and
clear blue that is unmatched.
A small stream, only a hand's width, flows silently without caring about the
contempt of the big rivers and seas. The pebbles at the bottom of the stream
shine with the colors of the sun, reflecting brightly on the water's surface.
The water is shallow yet clear, from the source to the end, it's always clear,
and the small fish and shrimps in the stream are clearly visible. It's a
beautiful, clear and pure beauty without the pollution of the city.
Nestled by the mountains and water, simple and unpretentious, this delicate
feeling indeed stems from that pure beauty. |
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