In spring, the farmers transplant rice seedlings with hard work everyday. Under the foil of metropolis castle peak, rambling one thousand mu of terraces present a splendid sight. In Summer, the rice seedling grew into rice grain. It burst out spike of young rice. The terraced fields looked like rolls of green picture scroll. In Autumn, the terraced fields felt like nature of the piano. Terraces sprayed with gold immediately when the nature plays its golden keys. The whole world turned into gold. The golden rice flushed a wave and piece of rice under the touch of the breeze. In Winter, although full rice stubble of terraces was bare, my heart was beautiful. Water filled terraces was flashing in the light of the sun. It looked like the mirrors of goddess with shining. Beautiful sceneries in the four seasons and a riot of color. You live in this place like an imaginary.
When I walk into the terraces of my hometown, it feels like a magical world. The terraces are graceful, the density interaction. Modeling different. The terraces are in the surrounding mountains. Green trees. Beauty of the rivers and mountains. Vast expense. It is thought to make up pastoral poetry when combine with field house, curling smoke, working people.
My hometown of terraces is in the mountains, in the fog, in the skies. It is the most beautiful earth sculpture. Under city-churned and haze intrusion, do you want to go with me to enjoy the beauty of poetic picturesque, refreshing terrace?
I put my love for hometown into my job. I use the marble to create my terrace in my heart. It deeply promotes my love for my hometown. At the same time, I convey the beauty of hometown to you. I prefer to share with my friends.
Terrace Mosaic,Water Jet Mosaic
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