My home town has an open country, over there all the year round very beautiful.
我的家乡有一片田野，那里一年四季都很美丽。
Spring, field shiny green. Farmer uncle sows the seed below to be like those who heard spring to call, the head comes to a ground smell, tender tender, green green, look, the big carpet with respect to green like on the shop one piece downy.
春天，田野一片绿油油。农民伯伯播下的种子好像听到了春天的呼唤，就一颗颗地探出头来，嫩嫩的，绿绿的，一眼望去，就像铺上一张绿茸茸的大地毯。
Summer, that magnify green blanket became the ocean of bottle green. Blast is blown, the ocean of bottle green, turned over layer upon layer wave, evil spirit it is good-looking, let my exclaim unceasingly.
夏天，那张大绿毯变成了深绿色的海洋。一阵风吹来，深绿色的海洋，翻起了层层波浪，煞是好看，让我惊叹不已。
The autumn, field can become magic! The ocean of big bottle green became the golden field of bright yellow, one is full of the aureate ocean of the hope. Look, the spike of rice of heavy is in of gentle breeze touch below, opened result laugh to bend a waist, it is the picture of a bumper harvest really. Look, mower came, all over the face the farmer uncle of smile is carrying follow closely of bag of two bunches of cereal to be at the back of mower! It is a bumper harvest year!
秋天，田野会变魔术哇！大片深绿色的海洋变成了黄灿灿的金场，一片充满希望的金色海洋。瞧，沉甸甸的稻穗在微风的抚摸下，开心得笑弯了腰，真是一片丰收的景象。看，收割机来了，满脸笑容的农民伯伯正提着两捆谷袋紧跟在收割机后面哩！又是一个丰收年！
In the winter, all round field a hush. Field is in cold wind frost ground of ” of “ verbose verbose sleeps to become aware greatly. In ” of verbose of this “ verbose sleep in sound probably be pregnant with is worn the life of new generation!
冬天，田野周围一片寂静。田野正在寒风霜冻中“噜噜”地睡大觉。在这“噜噜”的睡声中或许正孕育着新一代的生命呢！
I love my native place, love this rice field of home town!
我爱我的家乡，爱家乡的这片稻田！