[初中英语作文]我的家乡美英语作文 我的家乡美英语作文 Night ten years ago, the little wild peach trees, I like to sit outside gently shook his trunk, low humming a little song waiting for dinner. At that time the village, every family is old. Is in the evening, the ink blue tile back just floating smoke, like fairy fog with whereas vegetables joss-stick, float to the sky that rosy clouds. Sunset xishan, but also a persistence stay in mountain city. With a small wooden table 3 dish one soup, quietly standing in the yard, the family all around it. At that time, I love to eat while looked at the afterglow of the city, going white floor light flashing eyes. Mother said, that is the home of the city dwellers, tall and big, warm in winter and cool in summer... The limpid eyes is filled with infinite yearning. The night was dark in the village, I often end with a small bench sitting under the peach tree. Whenever this time, the crickets are played happily in the pastoral symphony, and I am also very happy to enjoy the only belong to rural nocturnes. Always willing to listen to the like waves of nocturne side looking at the colorful lights in the city, beautiful! Also some light flowing in the crisscross streets. Mother told me that it was passing vehicles. The city has a flat road, vehicles running at night can also be easily. "Really? There is a real beauty." Charming color of looking at the dark night, the heart also with cricket's serenade falling. A few years later, a white band leaching with the sweat and efforts of the villagers to break through the difficulties achieved throughout the village of village head tail. Night black still submerged the whole village, but this article as the silver dragon coiled in villages cement road and cricket serenade still clear. The road goes, many people bought a motorcycle, or truck, the dark can occasionally see lights along the silver dragon coiled like fireflies. The light is small, but it lead me. Some days passed, and on both sides of the road past white buildings pull up one after another. This is the house in which mother once said of that kind of warm in winter and cool in summer, really. Many people in order to beautiful, also specially to set the color of the glazed tile, sparkling sunshine sprinkled on the above,... Gradually, the village is no longer dark night. Conspicuous coloured lights decorated with a silver dragon, the music of the cricket is never stopped. Everything is accompanied by the winding dragon leaned toward the sunrise. 十年前的夜晚，小小的我总爱坐在屋外的毛桃树上，轻轻摇着树干，低低哼着小曲儿等待晚饭。那时候的村庄里，家家户户都是瓦房。快要傍晚，墨青的瓦背上就浮起袅袅炊烟，如仙雾般夹着缕缕菜香，飘向天边那团彩霞。 日落西山，却还有一抹余辉停留在山下的城市里。一张小木桌背着三菜一汤，平静地立在院子里，一家人都围着它。那时的我，爱边吃饭边望着那抹余辉下的城市，一栋栋白色的.楼闪着亮眼的光。母亲说，那就是城里人的家，又高又大，冬暖夏凉……清澈的眼眸里充满了无限的向往。 村里的夜晚黑压压一片，我常端跟小板凳坐在桃树下。每当这时候，蛐蛐儿们就欢快地奏响田园交响曲，而我也很乐意欣赏这只属于田园的夜曲。总愿意边听着这如波澜般此起彼伏的夜曲边望着城市里七彩的灯，好美!还有些灯川流不息在纵横交错的街道里。母亲告诉我那是过往的车辆。城里有平坦的马路，车辆夜晚也可以方便地行驶。“真的吗?那儿可真美。”望着漆黑夜色中的那片迷人的彩色，心儿也随着蛐蛐们的小夜曲一起一伏。 几年后，一条白色的带子浸着村民们的汗水和心血突破重重困难终于如愿地贯穿村头村尾。夜晚的黑色仍然浸没了整村，唯有这条如银龙般盘绕在村庄的水泥路和蛐蛐们的小夜曲依然清晰。这条路修通后，许多人家买了摩托车，或是货车，黑夜里偶尔也能看见车灯像萤火虫一样顺着银龙盘绕。光点虽小，却引我注目。 又过了些阵子，路的两边一座座白色的楼房相继拔起。这就是母亲曾说的那种冬暖夏凉的房子，真的如此。许多人家为了美观，还特地镶了彩色的琉璃瓦，灿烂的阳光洒在上面，光彩夺目…… 渐渐的，村里的夜晚不再漆黑一片。星星点点的彩色灯光装点着这条银色的长龙，蛐蛐们的乐声也从未停止过。一切都伴随着这条蜿蜒的长龙探向那日出的地方。 My hometown is not rich, but the mountains and rivers beautiful, gorge spilled green, clear four seasons, the plants and rich, rich natural resources. Speak of the beautiful scenery have to go to my hometown "Bai Zhaoshan" look, one of the best Bai Zhaoshan way early in the morning, when you stand on the high peak, if have put the fairyland feeling, white fog fills the air around, thin clouds linger throughout the mountains, like a fairy dance dance silk gauze, pure and fresh and fragrant flowers; Birds sing sound played to the beginning of a new day, played to wake me up the industrious and simple, more played up the arduous struggle the spirit. 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/2dc053050366f5335a8102d276a20029bd646313.html