1148313 王玥 第三次作业

My hometown
Since in college, every time I was asked about my hometown, I was deluged with people with all kinds of surprising and ignorant faces, saying” you don’t look like you’re from there at all!” People are prone to imagine my hometown as somewhere cryptic, remote and backward developed, even inhabitants there should rise with the sun and work until the sun declined westward, riding horses and taking good care of our pasture and Mongolian yurt. I suppose you must have known where I come from. For the record, my hometown is Inner Mongolia. For such a long time, I feel like myself are eagerly accountable to clarity these stereotypes.
As is already known to all, my hometown is located on the north of our country, which divided into north-west area. Every time I get on the train, wherever I go, I would feel a sense of delight, interspersed with nostalgia, as if I’m coming home and then realized I was not. I have become used to taking train to home, requiring a 22-hour-journey, all the way through south to north. One can notice the total different scenery outside of the train. Unlike the mild climate of the south of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, my hometown is a rather torrid area, especially in summer, with ridges of Daqing mountain entwined with each other, embodying(unfolding) a majestic and grand looking continental plateau scene.
Unlike the ostentatious flourish of large cities, devoiding of magnificent high buildings and large mansions, she looks quaint in her own flavor, with antique style of straggled wide streets and household arranging, most of which were built or designed by Russians during World War II before the Soviet Union collapsed.
Unlike the levity of coastal area, people there all share common conservatives inveterate in their personality roots. With the beauty in simplicity, they live in amicable and harmony lives, much more hospitable and forthright compared with some other regions.
Unlike the hustle and bustle of rapid-paced cities, she is featured in her cozy atmosphere, permeated among her serene countryside. My grandma’s house is on the periphery of our province, which stands out as typical countryside there, abounded with corns and variety kinds of vegetable. Lying on the small hills piled up by the grains on an autumn afternoon, one would beguile in the field’s scenery, with discernible devious country road, corns shined radiantly by each side, whole land interspersed with impassioned gold everywhere, finally vanished into void, as everything stretched out of sights. This kind of scene is the animate nature connotes harmony.
Every time I see similar scenery as my hometown, it would evoke my childhood memory, playing around my grandma’s house, surrounded by the natural scenery, lightheartedly. Unfortunately, this scene of beauty is vanishing, just as my memory fading away throughout the years, since there, in my grandma’s countryside, set up many coal mines. With time passing by, coal mines exacerbate the environment, which is the biggest in my childhood memory and my whole life.