The scenery by the river.

How beautiful the stream is in the early morning of 1. The stream reflects the brilliant morning glow like a floating ribbon. I like reading by the river. The fresh and moist air moistens my throat, and the running water is accompanied by my reading sound.

In my hometown, in the corner of the park and by the river, you can see rows of willows. The willow is not tall, but a tree is graceful. The long and narrow willow leaves are the hair of willow trees, which droop softly to the waist. Some of them are very long and hang down to the river. From a distance, they look like a green-haired girl dressed by the river. Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. Yes, when the breeze blows, wicker flutters like a beautiful dance, showing the posture of countless women.

We came to the river again, the frog was walking with the tadpole, and a group of small fish swam over again, as if playing a game of chasing with the tadpole. A group of children are flying kites in the distance. They ran and laughed and were very happy. Kites in the sky are colorful, like beautiful fairies to welcome Miss Chun!

At this time, everything seems to be still. Only the sunset remains, and the willows remain. The setting sun is more and more oblique to the west, and a beam of light is obliquely scattered from its golden sphere. Willow seems to be covered with a faint watercolor, which makes it more elegant and noble. With the sunset and evening breeze, willows began to dance with slender branches, which became more slender. However, this kind of dance has no vigorous momentum, no breathtaking atmosphere, only a faint feeling, because it is so delicate that you have to hold your breath to watch the most exquisite performance in the world.

The river in autumn is sad. Autumn is the harvest season for people. People are so busy that they seem to forget the river, and children can't play with it, because when adults are busy in the fields, children have to watch the door at home. Rivers without companions are sad. At this time, the leaves began to speak: River, River, don't be sad, you still have me, I will play with you. So the leaves began to fall one by one, because it wanted to make the river ripple again and be happy again. There are fewer and fewer leaves until the last one is left. It says, Xiao He, I can't accompany you anymore. I will play with you next year. Say that finish, it falls, draws a perfect arc and floats into the arms of the river. The center of the river is cold.

After the rain, the wind stopped and a rainbow appeared in the sky. The willow tree quieted down and bent down to look at the river, as if combing its hair in front of the mirror. The golden sun shines on the willow tree, and the dew on the tree flashes and slowly flows down the willow hair. Under the sunlight, the colors of branches and leaves are different, ranging from green to dark green.

As early as before, I heard that the greening in Weifang was unusual. I used to go back to my hometown occasionally and pass by here. I feel the same way. There are rows of dense trees, large grasslands and clusters of small flowers, which not only cover up the noise of cars, but also purify the turbid air. It really deserves its reputation!

The river is like a raging dragon, breaking through mountains and walls and rushing down to pray angrily.

Every ripple is a gentle string. White waves beat rhythmic drums; Water waves, large and small, should be in harmony with the sound of tractors in the field; That slender whisper is talking to the wheat seedling that just poked its head out of the snow quilt; The tinkling sound of touching the coast is like the bell of a wheel rolling on the road; The rushing water waves are urging the villagers to plow and sow!

10 Hutuo River flows down from Taihang Mountain. Like a fierce horse, flying in the canyon.

1 1 I don't know where the source of this river is, but I remember that this river is so clear that you can see colorful, round and smooth pebbles at the bottom of the river at a glance. In the early morning, Chaoyang coated the river with a layer of Hui Jin; In the evening, rosy clouds cover the river with a layer of red yarn; Late at night, the crescent moon crosses the river like a silver boat. The breeze blew, and the river rippled layer by layer, like floating silver scales, like a net woven by a skillful fisherman girl. In my heart, the river in my hometown is the most beautiful river.

/kloc-in the spring of 0/2, the river that had been frozen for a winter was finally free. It is flowing happily and clattering. Just like singing spring, the wild flowers and weeds beside them are painted into interesting scenery. This is the river of spring, the river of joy.

/kloc-In the summer of 0/3, the river rose. The burning sun shines on the river, and the children shuttle back and forth in the river like loaches. Snow-white spray splashed on the river, and laughter on both sides of the river spread to every corner of the mountain village.

On the green river of 14, crystal blue light is reflected.

15 Autumn is coming, and the sky is crisp. The clear and transparent river is like an oval mirror, which clearly reflects my figure. I can see the blue-brown stones at the bottom of the river, the sand deposited at the bottom of the river, and the blackened leaves.