1. A 300-word excerpt from a junior high school composition (15 articles) depicting scenery

The world we live in is rich and colorful, with endless mountains and rivers, endless rivers, and endless scenery. The sea, lush forests, gorgeous flowers and plants, and all kinds of animals... According to statistics, there are about 370,000 known species of plants and about 1.5 million species of animals in the world. These** *Together they constitute our beautiful and lovely world.

If we want to understand the rich and colorful world, we must master and be familiar with some of the best in the world. The highest mountain in the world is the Himalayas, the longest river is the Nile, the largest ocean is the Pacific Ocean, the tallest plant is the yew, and the largest animal is the whale. Of course, the smartest and greatest people in the world are us humans.

We humans rule and govern this world. We have built the greatest buildings in the world with our hard-working hands and ingenuity: the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, the Pyramids, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe...; invented rockets, airplanes, ships, trains, cars, submarines...; formed Countries and nations have become one after another, thus making the world a more colorful place.

However, the endless expansion of human beings will destroy this beautiful world. Therefore, it is the responsibility of each of us to maintain and protect the colorful and beautiful world! 2. A 300-word essay on scenery for junior high school. The composition contains visual, auditory, olfactory, and fantasy

The autumn wind is mixed with autumn rain, and the coolness of the night adds a touch. The whistling is endless, and the fallen leaves dance leisurely. "Yes! Autumn wind. The autumn rain blows by, and Mother Qiu is busy covering the trees with gold.

Looking from afar, it is like a vast "golden sea" swept by the autumn wind. Falling, some dance like butterflies; some spread their wings like orioles; and some spin lightly like dancers.

The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket in autumn. , although it is not as lively as the spring when the flowers are in full bloom, nor as full of life as the tree-lined summer; but it attracts people with its attractive autumn colors and golden fruits

I love to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival. The bright moon at night; I love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; I love to see the wild geese marching south in neat lines; I love to see the clear Fen River water reflecting the blue sky; and I love to see the pearly grains filling the granaries and the heavy apples. The branches are covered with flowers. In autumn, the chrysanthemums stand gracefully and proudly in the cold wind.

There are red, white, yellow, purple and pink ones. >

Colorful colors make autumn beautiful. Isn’t there a saying that says, “Chrysanthemums are not preferred among flowers, and there will be no flowers when all the flowers are in bloom.” "

In autumn, Jueiwei Mountain is covered with red leaves. They are as red as flames and like sunset, as if they disdain the cold autumn. It is really "frost leaves are redder than February flowers." How can we not let this beautiful autumn color People like it! As we enter autumn, the ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn, and sorghum are all ripe, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums are fragrant in the fields.

The ears of rice are ripe, and their golden faces are like beautiful pieces of gold, shining in the sun. The sunflowers are ripe, and they all bow their heads and bend down, as if they are hunched over. Walking.

The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone wore a red cotton jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch.

The grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and each one of them was covered with a purple robe, as if the grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind. Each one was covered with a purple robe, as if they were beautiful grapes. Like purple pearls, the strings are so beautiful! Corn holds up the red tassel and opens its mouth with joy, as if it has forgotten all the troubles of the summer. Sorghum smiles with a red face, as if it was praised by others.

The wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in autumn. When I walk on the path in the fields, I smell the fragrance of the wild chrysanthemums. They are as beautiful as roses, honeysuckles, morning glory and cactus flowers. Just as beautiful. In autumn, there are the golden ears of rice, the yellow sunflowers, the fiery red apples, the purple grapes, the yellow corns, and the glowing red sorghums, so beautiful! ! How colorful you are! How sublime you are!

I want to thank you for bringing us a harvest. After dinner today, my friends and I played in the yard. When we were tired, we lay down on the soft sand. On the ground, looking at the sky, suddenly, a piece of sunset floated into my sight. I looked around and saw more sunset. I looked carefully and found that the sunset looked like many things.

Some sunsets are like an old hen, with little chicks covered with yellow feathers. Behind them, there is a sunset chasing closely like a vicious dog. Suddenly, the hen turns around, and the hen turns around to peck the vicious dog. , drove away the vicious dog.

Some sunsets are like a dozen horses. They are galloping on the field, seeming to be competing with who can run the fastest. After a while, a horse crosses the finish line first. It is the strong one in the group of horses. It is the horse. The leader of the group. I want to be the first no matter what I do in life and not fall behind others.

Some sunsets look like a few children playing together. Sometimes they play in the river; sometimes they pick up stones by the river; sometimes they wrestle under the shade of the trees, and sometimes they pick fruits on the trees... They play So happy. The sunset is so beautiful, why didn’t I notice it before? Grandpa’s courtyard In the early morning, a burst of birdsong like silver bells awakened the sleeping earth.

I opened my sleepy eyes, put on my clothes, and came to my grandpa’s farmyard. I looked up at the sky, and the white fish belly appeared in the east. The small courtyard gradually came alive in the rising sun.

Look, the rooster walked up to the courtyard wall with his head held high and his chest puffed out, and cried "Oooh"; the bird stood on the treetop and sang "Chirp" , like happy notes one by one; there is a curl of smoke from the chimney, it is so warm, I think it must be grandma starting to cook. After breakfast, the sun has risen very high.

The small courtyard suddenly became brighter. Peonies, roses, clivias... all blooming in the sunshine.

The peonies are blooming brightly, and each one looks like the bright smiling faces of children. The red, yellow and pink roses dance in the breeze, like a graceful girl.

Clivia is blooming in the corner, but it is not ostentatious, as if it is showing its gentlemanly demeanor. There is an apricot tree in the middle of the yard. It looks so tall among the flowers. It stretches its strips of paper to all sides.

On the branches, there are small oval leaves, emerald green. Pushing aside the dense leaves, I also saw small apricots, like beating little hearts, showing us its strong vitality.

What surprised me even more was that in the clump of bamboo at the entrance of the courtyard, there was a small drop of water hanging on the tip of each leaf. I asked my grandfather why there was a crystal dewdrop hanging on each bamboo leaf.

My grandfather told me that bamboo absorbs as much water as possible at night to supply its growth needs until it reaches the leaf tips. It suddenly dawned on me that this patch of dark green was just the manifestation of its vitality.

It was gradually reaching noon, and in the moist earthy smell, I smelled waves of tangy fragrance. When I looked up, I saw that it was coming from the locust tree outside the yard.

The branches are full of white sophora flowers, like a mountain of silver. It is really like "a sudden spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of locust trees bloom"! Bees are buzzing, adding more vitality to the courtyard.

This is my grandfather’s courtyard, a vibrant courtyard. 3. A complete collection of junior high school compositions, 300 words

"Memories Locked in Autumn", 600 words

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In my life journey from birth to now , through countless autumns. Each one is the same, but that autumn alone made me feel and realize something different - the importance of friendship. Because of some factors in the autumn of that year, I have never been able to forget that beautiful, passionate and warm memory. It was the last autumn in my elementary school career, and it was also the first autumn that made me realize the preciousness of friendship. Everyone knows that we don't have much time together, and it can be seen that everyone's face is full of reluctance and sadness. One day everyone became cheerful and no longer sad, because if we don't cherish this time, we will have no chance, so someone in the class proposed to hold the last class outing. On that day, everyone went out with anticipation and excitement and gathered at the school. In the car at the destination, some of us chatted, some played video games, and some slept. At that time, I told myself that I must get along well with my classmates this time. The teacher also talked to us about what we wanted to be when we grew up. Some of us were teachers, writers or engineers. When the teacher asked me, I scared everyone when I answered that I was a musician. The teacher also encouraged me to continue working hard. Move forward towards the goal. After getting off the bus, we rushed to the pier and prepared to reach our destination on the other side. Divide into groups and get on the boat. It may be the first time for some people to ride on the boat, and their faces are full of nervous expressions! My friend also playfully stretched his hand into the sea water to enjoy the cold ***, but it seemed that his hand was bitten by a fish. It was really his own fault! The boat went faster and faster, and the bow of the boat turned up like a cartoon. Some people were scared and screamed! Everyone was enjoying the smell of the sea breeze and they were all so happy. Yes, this is the result we want. While everyone is having fun, this memory will be engraved in their hearts and will never fade away. On the other side, after choosing a bike at the bicycle rental shop, I took a commemorative photo of our class’s last trip at the pier. The ground was covered with golden leaves, and the autumn wind gently touched my face. Everyone got on their bicycles and ran fast on the driveway, enjoying the excitement of chasing the autumn wind. The competition between classmates, I saw our friendship network gradually connecting and weaving, and I seemed to see that autumn was also accompanying us. While we were having fun, the classmates were playing in the fallen leaves. It was really full of autumn spirit! We fulfilled our common wish during this trip - to write a new page in our class's "memory diary". No one can take this diary away or erase it, because these memories are already there. . . .

4. 300 words of excellent junior high school essay

Thoughts on reading "Gulliver's Travels"

A few days ago, I read "Gulliver's Travels" by the British writer Jonathan Swift ", the novel uses pungent satire and humor, bizarre imagination and exaggeration to describe Gulliver, who loves sailing adventures, traveling around the world four times and experiencing thrilling and interesting adventures, large and small.

The weird and bizarre stories of Lilliput and Adult in the travel notes deeply attracted me. However, what impressed me the most was that in 1710, Gulliver went sailing in North America and visited the desert island. Hui Yinguo got acquainted with Hui Yin, who had the virtues of kindness, honesty and friendship. There are no words like "lying" and "cheating" in the language of Hui Yinguo, and people do not understand its meaning. They don’t understand what “doubt” and “distrust” mean. In their country, everything is real and transparent.

Gulliver spent a good time in the country of Hui Yin. He was completely integrated into this society, so much so that he formed a strong contrast when interacting with the Yahu, who is a metaphor for human beings, because they always treat him with suspicion. Looking at his honesty with such eyes made him feel lost and developed an extreme disgust for human beings.

I am very envious that the protagonist in the article is lucky enough to go to Hui Yin Country. Hui Yin Country is the ideal state we pursue and yearn for. Here you don’t need to worry about the truth or falsehood of what others say, but in the real world , there are too many things that we don’t want to see happen: some people use sweet words to defraud others of their hard-earned money, some people abduct children to make huge profits, and some people even abandon their biological parents for money. No wonder our teachers and elders have taught us since childhood to be vigilant and not to be deceived. This is difficult to reconcile with our advocacy of helping others and loving others. When I meet someone in trouble and want to lend a helping hand, I hesitate; when someone comes to my rescue, I dare not accept it. All these made me feel painful, conflicted and at a loss. It not only prevents me from "loving" others, but also misses the "love" of others. Isn't it a kind of sadness?

I look forward to the day when our society will be like Hui Yinguo, where children no longer have doubts in their eyes, and education and reality are unified. I am willing to work hard for this, and I hope everyone will join me in starting from yourself and starting now to make this society more sincere and less hypocritical. 5. Looking for 20 junior high school essays of about 300 words

Article 1: Building a Heart Bridge In this colorful world, there is a tool that serves as a connection and extension of the road - the bridge.

There are all kinds of bridges: exquisite and small stone arch bridges, majestic overpasses, twisty and unique nine-curved bridges... However, there is a kind of bridge, which is invisible and built with care, trust and friendship - the heart bridge.

The bridge of the heart is a kind of bridge worth cherishing. It will make conflicting people get back together, turn enemies into friends, and it will make two people become close and intimate friends.

The heart bridge is a kind of bridge worthy of love and care. Only by preserving it forever can people's friendship be immortal; only by cherishing it forever can you have your true confidant.

The heart bridge is a trustworthy bridge. Believe in it, your friendship will last forever; believe in him, this country will be prosperous and strong.

The heart bridge is a kind of bridge worth liking. With it, you will always be popular; if you like it, you will also benefit the most.

The heart bridge is a warm bridge. Through it, you can know what happiness is; through it, you can also know what warmth is.

Ah, build a bridge of heart, a warm bridge that is worthy of trust, liking, cherishing and loving. The more such bridges there are, the more harmonious and beautiful our world will be.

Chapter 2: Youth without Regrets Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but sigh: "I have grown up!" Yes, the childish little face back then no longer exists. I have grown from a naive little girl to a young girl.

I couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies so fast!" I am now a young girl full of youthful vitality. In this flower-like, fleeting youth, we should do some meaningful things so that we can live our youth without regrets.

Sleeping after eating and eating after sleeping, this must be very happy, right? No, not happy at all! This is too boring and lonely! I can't waste my youth like this! So what should we do to keep our youth without regrets? We have grown up, so naturally we have to do some symbolic things. For example, study hard and don't waste an inch of time; do something for your family and be a sensible child... These can prevent us from regretting our youth.

Girls in adolescence are often troubled by this problem and that problem. For example, small acne breaks out, breasts start to get bigger... This is not really a problem.

Raise your head, hold your chest high, and face your youth with confidence! Youth comes only once and is fleeting. We cannot waste our time, but let this short youth have no regrets! Chapter 3: I have a curtain of dreams. I have a curtain of dreams. I wonder who I can have sex with? ——Inscription: A branch of pear blossoms brings rain in spring, and pear blossoms are sprinkled with mist and rain on the street. The rain silk is woven into a piece of plain silk. In the calligraphy and ink legacy of the Tang Dynasty, I hold an oil-paper umbrella in my hand and walk in the graceful fragrance of Song Dynasty.

Looking up, under the beaded curtain is my dream of intertwined light and shadow. The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.

Autumn is deep, the frost is thick, and the bleak wind brings bursts of coolness. In the distance, a pretty red figure floated by, and the boy in white followed closely.

The river was so turbulent that I could only vaguely see groups of people floating in the air. As the years turn and time flies, a tall figure stands on the bank of the river. He is looking forward to it and waiting for it.

Thousands of years later, the prosperity has come to an end, but he has no regrets or complaints, and is willing to guard the beauty in his heart. On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.

The morning breeze blew, the willows rustled, and a waning moon quietly climbed up the treetops. Turning around and looking back, there was no one behind me.

There was a faint chirping of cicadas in my ears, so feeble. When will the neglected Qingqiu be able to hold his hand again? Now we have to be separated by the world forever.

Reluctance, melancholy, and all kinds of thoughts came to my mind. "Green Zijin, My Heart Is So Long" is the only farewell song, "The Dawn Wind Cancels the Moon".

Get involved in the fleeting time, and spend the time in ink. As time goes by, I am still obsessed with the charm of words when I first wake up from the dream.

Make a pot of fragrant tea, light an oil lamp, and paint the ink on the rice paper, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Late at night, holding a long scroll in hand, looking down at the stars, with the cold rain accompanying me, the breeze as my companion, and the flying snow as my companion, I take a sip of tea and the fragrance lingers in my teeth.

Chapter 4: Hug Hug, so ordinary, so familiar. Hug, so happy, so beautiful.

A hug is an action, but full of meaning. Hugs, the most sincere encouragement from the heart.

Embrace, and gain motivation when you are frustrated. Hug, there is no distance, but it needs to be cherished.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, rising and falling in the morning and evening. The first ray of sunshine slowly shines through the window in the morning. Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, I can’t wait to embrace the earth.

When I walked outside, took a breath of fresh air, I suddenly smiled and kept kissing the earth. No one understands the homesickness of a wanderer after being away from his hometown for a long time.

Year after year, week after week. It seems that all the wanderers outside have had the same dream.

Climb high on the Double Ninth Festival, raise your chest and look up, look into the distance, imagine in your mind, and give the most beautiful hug to the loved ones you miss! One day, when I retire and return to my hometown, I will be overjoyed to see my family. It is no longer a fantasy, but a real embrace. When I grow up, I still study and listen to my parents, and work hard just to make a difference.

But one day, if you fail, should you embrace yourself or follow your results? Who doesn’t have dreams, who doesn’t think, and who says dreams equal achievements! Facing life, embrace each other with love and repay each other with sincerity. Face yourself and listen to the teachings. A wise person is like a treasure, but a foolish person is like a rotten tree that cannot be carved.

If one day, someone steps onto the podium and achieves success, facing the golden trophy, will they embrace the trophy or their mentor? Only by embracing gratitude can we embrace the future. Hugs, the attraction of family affection, and the longing of friends.

A hug, a sincere return, and a lifetime of gratitude. Hugs, distant blessings, and eternal nostalgia.

Hugs are silent but full of friendship, hugs reveal strength in sadness. Hug, in each other's hearts, ordinary actions, engraved for thousands of years.

201311/15662 There are many on this website, pick your own. 6. Excerpts from junior high school essays, more than 300 words

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2010 Rizhao High School Entrance Examination Full Score Essay: The Taste of Life

The Music of Life - Pots and Ladles Symphony of the basin. The colors of life - red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. So what is the taste of life? Naturally, it is a sour, bitter, spicy and salty five-flavor bottle. Don’t believe it? Then go and experience it!

A sour feeling

Alas, annoying Chinese and annoying mathematics, this exam must have failed. After the results were announced, the teacher’s smile was sour, our noses were sour, the teacher’s words were sour, and our eyes were sour, as if everyone was chewing a green olive in their mouths. "What's the use of crying? I don't believe in tears in exams." The monitor said to the students. "Yes, wipe away your tears, find yourself, and move forward bravely. One failure is nothing!" Maybe it will be this green olive that will give us endless aftertaste in the future!

Sweet enjoyment

"Wow..." Applause rang in my ears, and I felt happy. More than a year of hard work was not in vain. My calligraphy finally won the award. Listening to the congratulations from the classmates, I felt a sweet feeling in my heart. On the way home from school, the birds chirped so crisply, the flowers bloomed so beautifully, and the rivers flowed so cheerfully. They were also sharing this sweetness with me. I quickened my pace. I wanted to bring this sweet happiness to my father. Mother.

Bitter taste

There is sweet taste, but there is even more bitter taste. Learning life is a feeling of hardship. No, just after copying the two blackboard assignments left by the math teacher, the Chinese teacher brought another test paper. The teacher said: "You must digest it well." It was really "endless homework, endless test papers rolling in." Not many If my classmates don’t stick out their tongues and elongate their faces, it’s hard!

A spicy experience

"Wow, you did so well in the exam!" There was a hint of spicy in the students' words.

I lowered my head and said nothing, looking at the bright red score on the test paper, not knowing whether I was happy or sad. The teacher was still praising me for doing well in the exam. "Humph!" Some students glanced at me and squinted their eyes, while others looked at me doubtfully... I buried my head lower, because I didn't want to see the sexy eyes of my classmates. But my face felt strangely hot, as if it had been rubbed with chili sauce. what to do? I finally mustered up the courage, grabbed the paper with the disgraceful score and walked towards the teacher. I don’t want to experience the spicy taste anymore.

Life is like a cup of tea, you have to taste it carefully. The ups and downs, red, yellow, blue and green, weave life into a sweet song and a colorful painting. Let's experience it and you will find that it is colorful.

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2010 Meishan High School Entrance Examination Full Score Essay Sample (2): Days

Some people say that a day is a certain day in a certain month of a certain year. Looking back suddenly without realizing it, I realized that although the road of growth left no traces, the wrinkles left deep memories in my heart.

--Inscription

Time flies away, and the pace of dreams stops; the wrinkles become deeper, and the stories lying inside become richer; the sun sets, and the smile of the moon emerges.

Life is a book, and days are like pages. Each chapter "day" you write will be controlled by you. Turning the days upside down is the preface of the dream; turning the days backward is the prologue of the dream.

If in the season of flowers, the fragrance is spread all over the ground, the feeling of longing blends into the mellow fragrance of the past, brewing the wine of your life.

Looking for a color tone in the colorful days, I got colorful answers: red ***, orange sweetness, green purity, cyan coolness, blue melancholy, color fantasy . And the purity of white.

In peaceful days, I always want to find a bit of ***, but I am afraid of breaking the quiet beauty. It seems like the silence of winter snow, the desolate whirling of autumn leaves, a hint of cool breeze under the thick summer shade, and the hope on the green fields of spring. There is fulfillment and happiness, happiness and eternity in this most ordinary thing.

In the days when I am lost, I always want to find a direction, but I don’t know where to go. It’s like a child who is lost and confused. The road is so far, where should I go? Even if I know, how should I go?

The days of growing up can be described as full of flavors. There are always endless stories and secrets to discover. That locked diary may explain the mystery of growing up. The years of growing up are always lively and noisy, and the craziness of being with peers; the years of growing up are always lonely and lonely, and you shed tears quietly in a lonely night. !

Walking through the path of life, you will always look down at the people on the way, and think of the sentence: "You don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because you are in this mountain." At the same time, you will recall the happiness you had at the time. With that sweetness.

When the days disappear and never come back, you will always have endless moods and stories to tell. Maybe, this is the day. 7. A 300-word essay describing a close-up of a character

"La la la la..." Oh my God, my deskmate was showing off his broken voice again.

Really, I don’t care what the song is called, it’s already an antique and I still sing it. Speechless, hey hey hey.

My deskmate is named x. Characterized by being stingy, domineering, boring, and abnormal.

He always likes to bully others. In the past, he would always sit outside and I would do the inside. During class, he would have to beg me in every possible way and say all the compliments to him. He showed an expression that said, "You know what's going on." Then he obediently raised his stool to let me in. I have quarreled with him more than ninety-nine and eighty-one times because of this. However, my lord has a lot of things. Seeing as he is usually not praised by anyone - hey, let's just waste some words and praise him.

My deskmate was originally a kind-hearted student, and was praised by some people as having "fair facial features". However, due to living under my dark rule for a long time, he turned into a typical gentleman-"talking but not doing anything." ". His motto is: "I can't beat you and I'll make you mad."

So, every time I "boxed" him, he would always dodge while counting my crimes. As a result, I was always dumbfounded by him, blushing and thick-necked, but unable to come up with a retort.

Hehehehe, although I can't defeat you, I can beat you. As the saying goes, "If you don't go to hell, who will?"! The handwriting written by my deskmate is quite unique. It can be said that it is unprecedented and unprecedented. It is a kind of mess. To use a song to describe it, it is: "Three circles on the left, three circles on the right, and the neck is twisted." , *** Twist. "One day in a certain year, I was bored, so I grabbed his homework book, took out a small piece of paper, and imitated his handwriting.

Oh my god, I wasted 10 pieces of paper and wrote more than n words, but there is no resemblance at all! Fortunately, he had the foresight to snatch the homework book quickly, because I had the urge to tear up his homework book... There are many, many stories about my deskmate... Here, I would like to dedicate a paragraph to him: God He said, "Let there be light." Then there was light in the world.

God said: "Anyone who does something wrong will be punished." So... I will be your deskmate.

This is not my fault! It’s all your fault…. 8. Write a 300-word essay on panorama and close-up

Weinan is a small city, but I love her deeply.

There are various shopping malls in Weinan, so as long as you go to Dongfeng Street, you will linger and come back with a full load. There are many specialty stores on the street. After visiting the shopping mall, when you are tired and thirsty, you go into the fast food restaurant. The tempting taste makes you eat in large quantities.

After you have eaten and drank enough, you will go out to the central square of Weinan. Whether it's a cold winter or a blazing summer, this is a good place for Weinan people to relax.

There is the Suhe Reservoir in Weinan. It does not have many artificial features, but it is not monotonous at all. It is also very beautiful. The cool wind blowing from time to time on the lake makes people feel relaxed and happy.

There are also soil plateaus in Weinan. If you climb to the top of the plateau, you will have a panoramic view of Weinan. If it has just rained at this time, there will be bursts of earthy fragrance, including the fragrance of flowers. ! Weinan seems to be a big flower bed, with all kinds of flowers competing for beauty. It is also like a comprehensive book, including literature, geography, science fiction, and history. In short, in my eyes, there are various types of articles waiting for me to interpret.

Weinan seems to be another piece of fabric, with patterns such as tabby cats, puppies, and little rabbits, making the land more beautiful. Weinan is also the first beautiful scenery in eastern Shaanxi.

This is the Weinan in my heart, this is the Weinan I love. I love my hometown - Weinan.