My hometown is Yangxian, which is a beautiful town. In the bustling north of the city, there is a hill called Niutoupo. They all say it's a cow's head, and it really is. From a distance, it looks like a strong bull at work.
On a sunny day, my family and I set foot on the path leading to the top of the mountain. On both sides of the road, the wheat fields are green, the rape blossoms are golden, the willows are drooping and swaying gently with the wind. Occasionally there are one or two magpies, chasing each other and twittering as if welcoming us. Walking and jumping all the way, flapping butterflies and chasing bees.
A breeze blew, and I was intoxicated with a fragrance that I couldn't smell in my aunt's flower shop. Ah! What beautiful pears! Pieces, clouds, beautiful beyond description. I like this kind of white, this kind of scenery, this kind of color, and I really want to stop here!
Looking at everything in front of me reminds me of the joy of autumn harvest It is the crystallization of hard-working villagers and labor that makes Niutoupo so colorful. I love Niutoupo in my hometown.