Notes on rivers in my hometown

I believe that everyone has tried to write a composition, especially the significant expositions in the composition. According to different objects, expositions can be divided into two categories: things expositions and things expositions. So what is an excellent expository? The following is a description of my hometown river that I compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

The description of the river in my hometown (1) has no thrilling cliffs, no spectacular waterfalls, no magic of colorful changes ... Here, there are only leisurely bridges, only quiet wisps of smoke, only quiet green forests ... Where is this? Yes, this is the quiet river in my hometown.

Nothing special. I flow at the head of the village every day and never stop.

What a small river! It is wearing transparent clothes, with an ancient stone bridge across its waist and many green "soldiers" standing on both sides. It flows slowly into the distance.

Because of its nourishment, the fish in the water are both fat and big, swimming around in droves; A stone bridge is aging, but there is not a wrinkle, but there is rust on the handrail, and the large and small stones are covered with dust, which adds a touch of massiness; On both sides of the river are tall and straight poplars, towering into the sky. Although green branches and leaves can't "hold up the sky", they can shed a shade for people. The sun shone through the dense layers of leaves, and there was a mottled and finely divided shadow on the grass, which seemed to be scattered with broken gold, grotesque and very interesting; There are countless wild flowers, large and small, colorful, some small and exquisite, some as big as a jade plate, some as gold in Huang Cancan, some as red as a gem, beautiful ... The best thing is winter morning. If you get up early, come to the river: the river is covered with thick ice, and there are small benches for children to climb plows on the ice not far away; The morning sun reflects ice red, as if to put a flower dress on the river; A thin layer of frost also fell on the old stone bridge, sparkling, which is really wonderful; The most beautiful is the bend of the river, the winding river, holding the grove, quiet and distant: the empty branches are covered with beautiful tree hangings, like beautiful rimes, stepping on the earth against the blue sky, holding up the sunrise on the horizon steadily, dazzling but harmonious and quiet.

Ah, the rivers in my hometown are ordinary and great, quiet and elegant. I love you, the river in my hometown!

Description of Hometown River 2 There is an unknown river in my hometown, and no one knows its origin.

Although it is not as magnificent as the sea and famous as Guilin's landscape, it gives people a quiet and soft beauty. The river in my hometown is really green, like a green ribbon. The river in my hometown is very clear. You can see the shrimp and fish in the river and the green aquatic plants at the bottom. The river in my hometown is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing.

There are green grass and colorful flowers by the river. In spring, we roll on the grass, fly kites and play football. A gust of wind blew, and the willows on the river bank raised their hair and twisted their slender waist, as if to say to us, "Look, am I beautiful?" Suddenly, a flower fell into the water and floated away along the river.

The river flows silently all year round, failing to attract tourists and glittering magnesium lights, but she is a great mother. It has nurtured generations of hardworking villagers. Whenever there is a drought, the mother of the river will lend a helping hand and flow into this rice field and that vegetable garden ..... to nourish the seedlings and people's hearts.

I love you, the river in my hometown. Without you, my hometown will lose half its beauty.

My hometown has beautiful scenery, but what I like best is an ordinary and colorful river.

I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child. My grandmother's home is in the countryside, where the scenery is beautiful and picturesque. There are blue sky, tall and undulating mountains, dense and lush forests, green grasslands and my favorite clear rivers.

The river in front of grandma's house is really beautiful! I feel this is "fairy water". The water here is so quiet! Quiet enough that you can't feel it flowing; The water here is so clear! Clear enough for you to see the sand and stones at the bottom of the river; The water here is really green! Green as a flawless jade; The water here is really bright! As bright as crystal clear sapphire. The river is quiet, clear and green. Taste it carefully, it's sweet! Because the water is very sweet, my grandmother and I call this river "Sweet River".

Later, due to my father's job transfer, I went to the city and went to school, but the river at my grandmother's house haunted me in my dream.

During the summer vacation, I couldn't wait to go to my grandmother's house to see the river that passed by. When I approached the river again, I found it was a mess and tears could not help flowing down.

It turned out that someone was digging manganese in the upper reaches of Grandma River, and the manganese washing water went down the river, making the river dirty. The original clear river is now dirty, and the river is full of all kinds of garbage, and it also gives off an unpleasant stench. I told my father about the pollution of my grandmother's river, and my father told the relevant units. Soon, people were sent down to investigate the manganese diggers. I also asked some friends to clean up the river with them. The river is full of vitality.

As the days passed, the river returned to its original appearance, like a shining green mirror, and it was more beautiful than before. The breeze blew, and several sparkling "wrinkles" appeared on the river, as if the river was grinning happily!

The river in my hometown, you will always be an inextricable knot in my heart. I like the river in my hometown.

Description of the small river in my hometown There is a small river in my hometown, which divides the village into two parts. My home is on the east bank of the river.

Spring has come and the river has melted. Many small fish swam out of the water and watched curiously the changes in their hometown. The grass by the river quietly exposed its little head and put on green clothes for the rivers in their hometown.

In summer, when the weather gets hot, our friends go swimming in the river. When they are tired, they lie on the green carpet by the river for a while. Sometimes, we will put some steamed bread residue in canned bottles, then put the small basket with canned bottles into the river, and then sit on the river bank, flapping our feet and splashing on the water, which is very interesting. When I was tired of playing, I lifted the can bottle and a dozen greedy little fish got into the bottle. We put them in a small fish tank and put them on the windowsill to become our leisure friends.

In autumn, the leaves are yellow, many leaves fall on the water, and some naughty little ants climb on the leaves and treat them as boats. We sometimes catch a few small ants, put them in paper boats and put them in the river. After a while, the boat slowly sank into the water, and the little ants quickly climbed up the leaves and went with the flow. Sometimes, we will catch up with hundreds of meters until we can't see the leaves.

The moonlit night in autumn is even more interesting. Several of our friends made an appointment to catch crabs together. At least three people catch crabs, one carries a bucket, one lights a lamp and one catches crabs. The most dangerous thing is to catch crabs, because if you are not careful, a water snake will suddenly wrap around your calf. Crab's big pliers will often crush you to pieces. Nevertheless, we still fight for the water, because the more dangerous, the more fun. Besides, no one wants to be regarded as a coward by friends. Sometimes we have a good time. We chased the village from the north to the south. After a few hours, we can catch more than half a bucket. Although we are very tired, our back aches and backaches, but that kind of happiness is incomparable to any activity.

Children, you said that the rivers in my hometown brought us a lot of fun!

Description of the river in my hometown 5. Behind my house, there is a clear river that twists and turns and flows into the distance. Clear rivers always remain so slow and calm. At that time, my mother and I often walked on the soft beach by the river, listening to the flowing music and letting the waves beat our feet. In the evening, the beautiful sunset by the river is particularly touching. In this way, it flows quietly day and night in the extended Yuan Ye, and grows with me day and night. This river is very ordinary, it can't compare with the rough sea and Lijiang River. But it nourishes the plants and people on both sides with clear river water, just as a mother nurtures her children with sweet milk. In the face of gurgling water, I always like to let my thoughts gallop.

I remember that since I was five or six years old, I have lived in the fairy tale world described by my mother. There are kind birds, fierce wolves and clever monkeys ... It is in this fairy tale world that I began to understand the good, the evil, the beautiful and the ugly, and began to appreciate the truth of life. I can't forget that time. I didn't buy a ticket because the bus was crowded. After returning home, I proudly asked my mother for credit. Unexpectedly, my mother's face suddenly sank and she said, "The picture is small and cheap, right?" I was unconvinced, ran into my cabin and fell asleep without dinner. Wake up in the middle of the night with a stomachache and feel hungry. How much I want to eat my own braised pork ribs at the moment! Just then, I heard the sound of boiling water in the kitchen. After a while, my mother came to me with a bowl of hot tomatoes and noodles and said in a friendly tone, "You are hungry. Eat while it's hot. This is specially made for you. " Listen to what mom says. I feel something blocking my thinking, and I feel a pain. I threw myself into my mother's arms with tears on my face, as if I were in a clear river, gently soothing the child's heart.

Motherly love is like a long river. Very quiet, with slight ripples, very clear, and you can see pebbles at the bottom of the river. It sends me forward gently and slowly. In the long river of maternal love, I spent 12 spring and autumn. I know that in this quiet, clear and gentle river, every ladle and drop is full of mother's youth, hard work and wishes.

Lovely river, gurgling water, great maternal love, who can tell how deep and long it is?