1148513赵贺永第三次作业

My Hometown
My hometown is a small out-of-the-way laggard village in the frontier between Henan and Hebei. These diligent farmers’ days are always labor-intensive, beginning well before sunrise and ending at sunset. Comparing to city life, the life in the village is a little bit hard and boring. But in my mind, it’s more leisure and makes people feel self-satisfied with joy. I will never forget these fields where I spent my whole childhood. Especially in spring, knee-high wheat becomes the sea of green. The golden flowers sway and glitter as the spring breeze blows, like gold islands floating on the su***ce of the sea. Some tombs scatter in the fields without gravestones, covered with grass. Birds sing on the lush willow trees growing besides the mound of kurgans, forming a lively painting. After school, my brother and I used to ride bike with baskets to the fields to pick spinach. Having finished our task, we would fly kites or climb on the poplar tree by the path. We wore straw trees and played the whistle, which were made of poplar branches in the light of the west red sun. That’s the best memory I have.