When everything comes back to life, the fields become our paradise. The grass quietly poked its head out from the embrace of Mother Earth and became greener and greener. The grass is dotted with colorful wild flowers, which puts new clothes on the fields. We lay on the soft grass, watching a few white clouds flying in the blue sky, smelling the fragrant flowers that secrete people's hearts and feeling the warmth of the sun. We're drunk! Kites fly higher and higher in our hands. In the ditch of the field, tadpoles are chasing and playing happily. We walked quietly to them, gently took them away with a net and put them in a bag. When we are tired of playing, we put them back in the ditch.

In the hot summer, the farmer's uncle was sweating like a pig and was busy transplanting rice. The seedlings swayed gently in the breeze, as if they were dancing the happy dance of plants.

In autumn, in the field, the heavy ears of wheat bent down. The autumn wind blows, and the wheat waves roll as far as the eye can see. The sun shines on the earth, and when you look up, it is golden, as if a thousand golden lights were scattered on the earth. The farmer's uncle welcomed the bumper harvest ... the field was full of excitement.

In the cold winter, dense fog covers the fields, and the vast light fog flows slowly and floats lightly. The falling snow is dancing gently, like a small silver butterfly. Under the sunlight, the snowflakes are shining silver. What a world wrapped in silver! The children are busy making snowmen, having snowball fights, and having snowball fights in the fields ... Naughty, we are running in the snow, making a "squeaky" sound, and a string of clear footprints appear behind us. .......

Ah! The fields in my hometown have brought us endless happiness and freed farmers from poverty. Here ... come and visit this field! Open your eyes wide, love my hometown from the bottom of my heart, and love the fields in my hometown!