I love me to be full of joyous sound to laugh at the home town of language then.
我爱我那充满欢声笑语的家乡。
Spring, willow elder sister took off white dress, changed green new clothes. Smell of piquant little careless little brother cerebella bag, floret little sister showed white cheek. In farmer uncle afield arduous cultivated, sow. Our dot is on lawn amuse oneself. Birdie ases if to be attracted, also put sound to sing. Good echo stayed in that beautiful country.
春天，柳树姐姐脱掉了白色连衣裙，换上了绿色新装。调皮的小草弟弟探出了小脑袋，小花妹妹露出了洁白的面颊。农民伯伯在田野里辛勤的耕耘、播种。我们小孩子在草坪上玩耍。小鸟仿佛被吸引住了，也放声歌唱。在那美丽的乡村里留下了美好的回声。
Summer, brook water clang clang flowing. Our children plays in water edge amuse oneself. Old people talks of everything below shade. Cicada is crying, seem to saying: “ is heated up dead! Heat died! ” birdie is footloose on the sky the ground is happy fly. Good memory kept in that beautiful open country.
夏天，溪水哗哗的流着。我们小孩子在水边玩耍嬉戏。大人们在树阴下谈天说地。知了在叫着，好象在说：“热死了！热死了！”小鸟在天空上自由自在地愉快飞翔。在那美丽的田野里留下了美好的回忆。
The autumn, ginkgo tree elder sister waves falling young fan, as if one year when the composition is receiving a bumper harvest. Floret preparation goes and its brother elder sisters left. Farmer uncle goes up in the field of the hope, reaping oneself labor gain. We also work in the ground. Birdie gang ground is in and everything here leaves. Leave in what happiness stayed in the field that is full of mirth then sound.
秋天，银杏树姐姐飘落着小扇子，仿佛作文在迎接丰收的一年。小花准备去和它的哥哥姐姐们告别了。农民伯伯在希望的田野上，收获着自己的劳动成果。我们也在地里干活儿。小鸟成群结队地在和这里的一切告别。在那充满欢笑的田野里留下了美好的告别声。
In the winter, heavy snow swirls underground rise. We are happy on alley ground amuse oneself. All plants succumbed, only evergreen tree is in wind snow loftily stand erect. Animal people mostly hibernant, kept the track of wintry elder sister only.
冬天，大雪纷纷扬扬地下了起来。我们在小路上愉快地玩耍。所有的植物都屈服了，只有冬青树在风雪中傲然屹立。动物们大多都冬眠了，仅留下了冬姐姐的足迹。
Every time the teacher lets us write the composition about home town, I can recall these good memory, especially the change of these a few years of home town, let me feel more glad, I hope my native place will be better tomorrow, I love my native place!
每次老师让我们写关于家乡的作文，我都会想起这些美好的回忆，特别是这几年家乡的变化，让我感到更加的高兴，我希望我的家乡明天会更好，我爱我的家乡！(文/袁茂)