春,风尘扑扑地来了。她停在了我的家乡——张家峪,这个群山环抱的小山沟里的小村庄。绵绵的细雨飘飘洒洒,树变绿了,山也绿了。地里的小草像从花棉袄里怯怯地露出了头来。夏,飞快地来了。我们村的小河被暖洋洋的微风吹开了一道道波纹,微微地荡漾着。许多人都说:“小鸭子们下水了。小鸭子们在水里乐开了花。”可 Spring, dust came. She stopped in my hometown - Zhangjiayu, a small village in a small ravine surrounded by mountains. Rain drifts, the trees turn green, the mountains are green. The little grass in the field timidly revealed itself from the floral cotton jacket. Summer, come quickly. The small river in our village was blown open by the warm breeze rippling slightly. Many people say: “The ducks are in the water, and the ducks are blooming in the water.”