Writing a composition around the river

1. A composition describing the small river

The small river seemed to be angry and even wanted to overturn the boat.

Although Xiaohe is quiet most of the time, there are times when he has a bad temper and has a very strange temper. The river here is rippling with blue waves, and there is a small river there. Is it full of emotions? The small river is so quiet and beautiful, flowing quietly across the small bridge, doesn't it seem like it is playing a symphony of destiny? The boats going out have docked one after another, flowing through the small villages, imprinted on the river.

In winter, the fiery red morning glow prints on the river, sometimes beautiful and lively. In the summer, everyone is cheering for the raging waves of the river, and the beautiful scales fall on the river.

I couldn't help but think of the poem "The Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower". Close to the upper reaches of Jianhu Lake, the sky is covered with dark clouds like this all year round. In autumn, I witnessed this scene, so lively and lovely, and the sun was like fire.

In spring, there are different expressions, and there are golden patches everywhere, sometimes turning the page like turning the page in a book. The small river seems to be a green jade belt, plus thousands of hectares of fertile land along the river, as soon as you go out.

Early in the morning. The small river is peaceful and beautiful, and is known as the "Venice of the East". The small river is quiet, sometimes elegant, and has various shapes. They compete to open up, and the small river also becomes golden and lovable, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

If you want to ask why the river is so beautiful, it seems to be competing with the sky, and countless water splashes suddenly hit the water, covering the face shyly, like colorful silk, as if Transparent glass flowers bloomed on the river. Ah, the deafening thunder followed, because my hometown is Shaoxing.

When it was about to rain heavily, the small river forming a picturesque land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River was covered with a thin layer of ice. On a nice day.

Lightning, intertwined river networks, the flowers here are red and willows are green, it is moody, white raindrops jump into the boat: black clouds roll over the ink and the mountains are not covered, and it is particularly pleasant to sit in the coolness. From time to time, there will be ripples on the river, and there will be waves on the water, and a cute smile will appear in the middle.

The river is so beautiful in all four seasons. Thousands of water curtains have finally fallen. It is lined with green trees and is a typical Jiangnan water town. My grandma lives in Ruansi Village. I like it best. The earth's silver attire is wrapped in crystal white. 2. A composition describing the small river

Charming small river

My grandfather’s hometown is a small mountain village located in Qiantan County, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Although I have left there for two or three years, I still miss the plants and trees there, and even more the charming river.

The river is so beautiful. It is clear, quiet and fascinating. From a distance, it is as green as an emerald ribbon, winding around the small mountain village; from a close look, it is so clear that you can see the fish and shrimp on the bottom of the river. At night, the crescent moon is reflected on the clear river. It is so beautiful and gentle. The river is even more charming at this time.

Miss Chun’s rustling footsteps are approaching. The infinitely bright spring scenery on the fields makes the river even more enchanting. The grass on the shore sometimes secretly emerges from the soil, dancing lightly in the spring breeze. The grass looked like a green velvet blanket under the sunlight, and we sat, lay, and rolled on it. Groups of cattle and sheep were grazing and drinking water by the river, and the lambs were calling their mothers by the river. Along the river bank, rows of weeping willows sprouted green buds. The branches stretched into the cool river, as if shaking hands with the river cordially. Cuckoos and magpies jumped on the branches and sang crisp, melodious and beautiful songs. The lively and cute little swallows flew across the sparkling water from time to time. A breeze blew by, causing ripples on the water. The green mountains and green waters reflected in the water sometimes expand, sometimes shrink, and sometimes gather together. Spread out in a while.

In summer, the river has become our paradise. After school in the afternoon, the children took off their clothes and ran. When they reached the river, they jumped in. Some are "dog-pawing", some are "floating with large intestines", and some are shuttling back and forth in the river like loaches. Snow-white waves splashed in the river. . The laughter of my friends and the splashing sound of water are intertwined, like a beautiful pastoral symphony. Whenever this time, I am extremely happy. Charming river, how much joy you brought to my childhood.

In the cool autumn, the fish and shrimps in the river are fat. We always go to the river to build a dam to catch fish. Every time we come back, our baskets are filled with lively fish and shrimps.

At this time, we are so happy. The golden rice in the distance seemed to be intoxicated by the sound of joy, nodding and waving frequently.

Depending on the amount of rainfall, the river in winter is sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. The river is still flowing into the distance.

Xiaohe, I know you understand that you are very small and not as majestic as those famous rivers in Shougang. You also understand that your contribution to mankind is not as great as that of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. But you don't feel inferior, you always flow into the distance silently. , your spirit of constant self-improvement is worthy of my admiration. From you, I gained the courage and strength to forge ahead.

Ah, I love you - the charming river. 3. A composition describing the creek

The branches stretched into the cool creek, as if shaking hands with the river cordially. Cuckoos and magpies jumped on the branches, singing crisp, graceful and beautiful songs.

Charming creek

Grandpa’s hometown is a small mountain village located in Qiantan County, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Although I have left there for two or three years, I still miss the plants and trees there, and even more the charming river.

The river is so beautiful. It is clear, quiet and fascinating. From a distance, it is as green as an emerald ribbon, winding around the small mountain village; from a close look, it is so clear that you can see the fish and shrimp on the bottom of the river. At night, the crescent moon is reflected on the clear river. It is so beautiful and gentle. The river is even more charming at this time.

Miss Chun’s rustling footsteps are approaching. The infinitely bright spring scenery on the fields makes the river even more enchanting. The grass on the shore secretly emerges from the soil from time to time, dancing lightly in the spring breeze. The grass looked like a green velvet blanket under the sunlight, and we sat, lay, and rolled on it. Groups of cattle and sheep were grazing and drinking water by the river, and the lambs were calling their mothers by the river. Along the river bank, rows of weeping willows sprouted green buds. The branches stretched into the cool river, as if shaking hands with the river cordially. Cuckoos and magpies jumped on the branches and sang crisp, melodious and beautiful songs. The lively and cute little swallows flew across the sparkling water from time to time. A breeze blew by, causing ripples on the water. The green mountains and green waters reflected in the water sometimes expand, sometimes shrink, and sometimes gather together. Spread out in a while.

In summer, the river has become our paradise. After school in the afternoon, the children took off their clothes and ran. When they reached the river, they jumped in. Some are "dog-pawing", some are "floating with large intestines", and some are shuttling back and forth in the river like loaches. Snow-white waves splashed in the river. . The laughter of my friends and the splashing sound of water are intertwined, like a beautiful pastoral symphony. Whenever this time, I am extremely happy. Charming river, how much joy you brought to my childhood.

In the cool autumn, the fish and shrimps in the river are fat. We always go to the river to build a dam to catch fish. Every time we come back, our baskets are filled with lively fish and shrimps. At this time, we are so happy. The golden rice in the distance seemed to be intoxicated by the sound of joy, nodding and waving frequently.

Depending on the amount of rainfall, the river in winter is sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. The river is still flowing into the distance.

Xiaohe, I know you understand that you are very small and not as majestic as those famous rivers in Shougang. You also understand that your contribution to mankind is not as great as that of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. But you don't feel inferior, you always flow into the distance silently. , your spirit of constant self-improvement is worthy of my admiration. From you, I gained the courage and strength to forge ahead.

Ah, I love you - the charming river.

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The river is always so calm, not as choppy as the sea. I love the river, everything in the river is so beautiful. If you don’t believe it, take a look:

When the breeze blows gently, ripples will appear on the surface of the river. The water in the river is so clear. I looked from the surface of the river to the bottom of the river, ah! The world under the river is so beautiful! At the bottom of the river, small stones are like chess pieces; at the bottom of the river, small fish are swimming happily.

Out of love for them, I did not catch them, but let them live the free life they wanted. What a beautiful scene it was!

When the sun shines on the river, you can see the dazzling golden light shining on the river. I came to the river again to see the beautiful world under the river, ah! The world under the river is so magical! At the bottom of the river, a small pebble was like countless gems; at the bottom of the river, small fish swam happily past my eyes, splashing on me from time to time, but I never minded.

At this time, a small wooden boat came into my sight. I could clearly see that the boat was filled with lotus roots. When the old man rowing the boat saw me, he gave me two big lotus roots. I know that what he has on board is not just lotus roots, but his wishes. I thought: Why not put my wishes on the petals and let them float far away.

I stood up immediately, found some colorful petals nearby, wrote my wishes on paper, placed them on the petals, and let them float into the distance...

There is a poem that goes like this: "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup." In this poem, the author Su Shi compares the West Lake to Xi Shi, one of the four beauties, in order to praise the beauty of the West Lake. I know that the river I wrote about can never be compared with the West Lake, but in my heart, it will always be the most beautiful.

I once wished that I was a drop of water in the river, so that I could feel the beauty of the river; I once wished that I was a small fish in the river, so that I could go Living such a carefree life; I once wished that I was a pebble in the river, so that I could add a bit of beauty to the river...

Xiaohe, I love you! You are the river in my heart that will never dry up! 4. An 800-word essay on the topic of the small river

The small river is always so calm and will not be as rough as the sea. I love the river, everything in the river is so beautiful. If you don’t believe it, take a look:

When the breeze blows gently, ripples will appear on the surface of the river. The water in the river is so clear. I looked from the surface of the river to the bottom of the river, ah! The world under the river is so beautiful! At the bottom of the river, small stones are like chess pieces; at the bottom of the river, small fish are swimming happily. Out of love for them, I didn't catch them, but let them live the free life they wanted. What a beautiful scene it was!

When the sun shines on the river, you can see the dazzling golden light shining on the river. I came to the river again to see the beautiful world under the river, ah! The world under the river is so magical! At the bottom of the river, a small pebble was like countless gems; at the bottom of the river, small fish swam happily past my eyes, splashing on me from time to time, but I never minded.

At this time, a small wooden boat came into my sight. I could clearly see that the boat was filled with lotus roots. When the old man rowing the boat saw me, he gave me two big lotus roots. I know that what he has on board is not just lotus roots, but his wishes. I thought: Why not put my wishes on the petals and let them float far away.

I stood up immediately, found some colorful petals nearby, wrote my wishes on paper, placed them on the petals, and let them float into the distance...

There is a poem that goes like this: "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup." In this poem, the author Su Shi compares West Lake to Xi Shi, one of the four beauties, in order to praise the beauty of West Lake. I know that the river I wrote about can never be compared with the West Lake, but in my heart, it will always be the most beautiful.

I once wished that I was a drop of water in the river, so that I could feel the beauty of the river; I once wished that I was a small fish in the river, so that I could go Living such a carefree life; I once wished that I was a pebble in the river, so that I could add a bit of beauty to the river...

Xiaohe, I love you! You are the river in my heart that will never dry up! 5. A composition describing the small river

Songs for the Small River

Pieces of stone slabs, green and wet, are inlaid on the road towards the river. The river winds next to the town.

It is the fashion in the small town to let the children fetch water. As a result, all the boys and girls in the town were driven into the water: they learned to carry small buckets first, and then big buckets. To understand life and labor, start with carrying water. This is the first lesson.

I can’t handle water, but I can still do big things? So say the small town people.

Although it costs nothing to use water for draft, it requires hard work. You can go to the river to do laundry, wash vegetables, butcher chickens and ducks. Not far or near, come and go, relaxed and comfortable.

The river has scenery that you will never tire of seeing: willow trees, green bamboos, water piers, and stone bridges; under the crystal clear water, there are uncatchable "fish" and endless aquatic plants. ; On days when the rain begins to clear, the small river under the sun becomes the world of "Half the Sky" - all the sounds, all the colors and countless beautiful curves are intertwined and displayed here...

Let's all carry water. They formed company in twos and threes, shouting loudly and vigorously, singing and joking. If you are a good friend, I will help you choose first, and then you will help me choose. If you have something to do, I will "contract" the water tank at your home.

There is also knowledge in carrying water. What is more difficult is to squat down on the stone bridge and immerse the two barrels in the water from both sides of the bridge at the same time, then stand up and pick it up; what is more difficult is to squat down on the bridge and bend over to lift the two barrels from the sides of the bridge. Dip the same side into the water at the same time, fill it with water, then stand up and pick it up and leave. In addition, the upper mouth of the bucket is usually equipped with a water ring made of bamboo strips to prevent water from overflowing. There are tricks to carrying water home without using a water ring.

Instead of using a water ring, we use the most difficult way to fetch water into a bucket, and we use the fastest way to carry it home - we, who are very competitive, often compete in this kind of labor skill; while girls stand aside. , only to watch the applause and admiration.

On this road set with green slates and wet slates, we go through one year, one year, and another year...

Sixteen years old is the flowering season. . So, the riverside, the road, and the long and shining pole on the shoulder were all soaked with the fragrance of petals. In the season when boys and girls first grow up, thoughts begin to sprout and break ground...

On a sunny day, the eighteen-year-old brother no longer sits by the river, either staying in the town or leaving the town. Use the iron shoulders worn by the water-carrying pole to bear another heavy burden in life. As a result, the long and sparkling singing song has its profound connotation...

To this day, the town is still the same, the river is still the same, and the road inlaid with green slates and wet slates is still the same - —Working diligently and living sincerely are still the eternal themes of the town.

The small river in my hometown

I have been away from my hometown for almost half a year, and I miss the small river in my dreams. Growing there, greedy for the milk of the river.

Every day, no matter whether the sun is shining in the sky or the rooster is crowing and the moon is dawning, there will always be singing and laughter floating by the river. They are the traces of the hometown people’s sweat and the reflection of their dreams. I am intoxicated by the simplicity, beauty and selflessness of the river in my hometown.

The trees beside the small river are lush, and the nimble kingfishers flutter across the water, leaving circles; the heavy ducks float by, scratching the reflection of the trees on the water; the wind blows, and the sparkling waves are floating on the water. It is exceptionally bright and dazzling in the sun. The river in my hometown, a beautiful river.

The river surrounds my hometown, like a beautiful scarf in winter, warming the hearts of my hometown. The river is like a clear spring, nourishing the hearts of people in my hometown. She is a bloodline that runs through the body of her hometown, giving her hometown vitality. The river in my hometown, the selfless river.

I really want to approach her again and listen to the sound of washing; to throw myself into her again; to play with the children; to stand next to her again and watch the beauty of the sky when the sky is red and the river is pouring fire. film. The river in my hometown, the river that makes people miss me.

The further you drift, the deeper you miss your hometown river. 6. An essay about describing a small river

My name is Xiaoqinghe, a famous river in northern Jinan. A lot of changes have happened to me in recent years, and I want to tell you my story.

Before the 1990s, just like my name, I was always a clear and beautiful river with willows on both sides and plump fish and shrimp in the river. It was a famous scenic spot in Jinan. But with the development of society, a lot of black sewage was discharged onto me, and people dumped trucks of garbage into my arms, and I gradually became smelly.

The fish and shrimp in the river are extinct, and the trees on the shore have withered. When people pass by me, they frown and cover their mouths and noses and rush past. No children come to play with me anymore. I cry every day, hoping to find my former self. beauty.

Finally, not long ago, many workers came, cleaned away the sludge from my body, replaced me with clear river water, and made me even more perfect and gorgeous than before. The colored lights at night shone on me, and I looked like a gorgeous princess. Now many people came to see me, and the clear laughter echoed around me again.

I finally regained my former beauty, but I still couldn't be happy. Because there are many unknown brothers and sisters around me - those small river ditches are still struggling in the smelly water, and I am very likely to fall into a nightmare again. I hope people can take good care of the environment, make me and my brothers and sisters beautiful together, and make the world a more harmonious and beautiful place. 7. An essay describing a small river

My grandma lives in Ruansi Village. As soon as she goes out, there is a small river there. It is moody and has a very strange temper. Sometimes it is polite, sometimes it is beautiful and lively, and sometimes it is like turning the page in a book. .

When the weather is sunny, the river is quiet. From time to time there will be ripples on the river. Early in the morning, the fiery red morning glow is printed on the river, and the scales are beautiful and moving, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The river is like a green jade belt, flowing quietly across the bridge and through the small village. If you want to ask why the river is so beautiful, it is because my hometown is in Shaoxing, which is a typical water town in the south of the Yangtze River. It is close to the upper reaches of Jianhu Lake and is known as the "Venice of the East". The rivers here are rippling with blue waves, the river network is intertwined, and thousands of hectares of fertile fields along the rivers form a picturesque land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River.

The river is peaceful and beautiful all year round. In spring, the flowers and willows here are red and green, printed on the river surface, like colorful silk and satin. In summer, the sun is scorching like a scorching fire, and the shade of green trees here makes it very pleasant to enjoy the coolness. In autumn, there is gold everywhere, and the river becomes golden and lovely. In winter, I like the crystal white whiteness of the silver dress the most. The river is covered with a thin layer of ice, covering the face shyly, with a cute smile in the middle. The four seasons of the river are so beautiful.

Although Xiaohe is quiet most of the time, there are times when he becomes angry. When it was about to rain heavily, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the river seemed angry, as if it wanted to compete with the sky. The water kept making waves, and even wanted to overturn the boat. The boats going out came to the shore one after another, and Countless splashes suddenly appeared on the water. I couldn't help but think of the poem "Wanghulou Drunk Book": Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. Lightning, followed by bursts of deafening thunder, cheered the raging waves of the creek. Thousands of water curtains finally fell down and fell on the creek, as if transparent glass blossomed on the river. Flowers, they bloom one after another, with various shapes and expressions. Ah, I am filled with emotions when I witness this scene. Doesn’t the river seem to be playing a symphony of destiny?

The river is so quiet and beautiful, and so lively and cute. 8. Write a composition around rocks, rivers, and strong winds

I was walking on a country path, looking around, and seemed to find something. I think it is the arrival of spring that makes these flowers, plants and trees lose their previous monotony and prosperity. Their new buds are showing, full of energy, beating the beat with me, one step, two steps, one step, two steps...

The branches of the willow tree and the leaves on the branches are all new, they are like newborn babies. They are swaying in the wind, they are beautiful, happy and domineering.

Her delicate branches and buds have not been carved by wind and frost. They lack roughness, maturity, and the scars of friction with the years. Haha, it's really ridiculous. Her domineering attitude... looks so much like me in the past.

Her branches can be made into willow flutes to play, and her leaves can be used to make tea. She can never escape her fate. Her branches will be made into willow flutes by children, her leaves will be picked by grandfathers to make tea, and even her torso will be bent by the wind and rain. Haha, how much like me is her tenacity?

In the future, she will bend down and look down at the laughter of children, and she will learn the indifference of her grandfather watching the sunset. Her ability to bend and stretch, her calmness, are so much like me. 9. How to write an essay using "beautiful river"

The river is lined with green trees and green grass, and the river water is green, as if it is dyed green by the green trees and green grass on both sides.

The water is very clear, so clear that you can see the sand deposited on the bottom of the water and the blackened leaves.

There are many aquatic creatures in the river, including small fish, lobsters, small crabs...

Small fish swim in groups among the aquatic plants, as if they are playing hide and seek. , some are hidden behind aquatic plants, some are hidden in the sand, and some are hidden in the cracks of rocks... Look, don’t the little fishes look cute?

The lobster is wearing thick armor, so mighty! It waved its large pair of pincers, as if to say: "I'm warning you, don't come close to me! Otherwise I will be rude to you!" Isn't it interesting to see lobsters? Some people say that there are no lobsters in the river. Let me tell you, there are, and there are many of them. You should go to the villages around the city to have a look. Maybe you have been to the small rivers in the city to observe, but the result is that there are no lobsters. The rivers there are not original. , it’s water that people brought in from other places, maybe it’s not, but there are no lobsters, that’s because it’s not suitable for lobsters to live there. If you really want to find out, go to the villages around the city and observe. Be careful, lobsters are not that good. Found it!

Does the little crab crawl sideways or vertically? I heard others say that crabs can only crawl sideways. After observation, I found that crabs can crawl sideways or vertically. Now I understand that if you just listen to what others say and don’t observe it yourself, you won’t discover the secret!

Look, isn’t this river beautiful? I believe this river will definitely become more beautiful! 10. A 400-word essay describing the river (written in the order of morning, noon and evening

Chapter 1: The rural river The rural river is always so beautiful and joyful... If you don’t believe it, come and take a look! Spring , the river that had been frozen for a whole winter was finally free.

It flowed cheerfully, as if singing spring, and the wild flowers and grass beside it formed a unique line. Interesting landscape painting.

This is the spring river, the happy river. In summer, the river is full of elegant and beautiful lotus flowers.

The petals of the lotus are white. It's red, like a rouged girl. Looking down at the lotus, you can see the big green lotus leaves lying "lazily" on the bottom. The river looks particularly beautiful. This is the river in summer, a beautiful river.

In autumn, the river is as quiet as a mirror, as smooth and green as a piece of flawless emerald. There are sparkling waves on the river, which reminds me of a poem: "It's beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when the sky is covered with rain."

This is the river in autumn. , a quiet river.

In winter, the river was covered with heavy snow, and the entire river surface suddenly became lively, and the children were laughing.

Look, there are still people rolling and somersaulting on the river. It’s so interesting! The big trees next to it are also covered with thick white cotton coats. This is the river in winter, a unique river.

The river in the countryside is not a joy. , beautiful, quiet and unique? Chapter 2: The river in the four seasons There is a small river in front of my house. The river in spring is very gentle, like a gentle and quiet girl.

I always walk along it. The river, riding a bicycle to school. Sometimes, the river water is very solemn and flowing slowly; sometimes, the river water is very light, like a well-behaved child; sometimes, the river water is very calm, like a sleeping baby.

The early morning sun sprinkles golden light on the river, a gust of wind blows by, splashing thousands of gold waves, and there are small circles, like a spring girl plating a layer of gold on the river, shining brightly, occasionally there are a few Swallows fly over the water, and ripples appear on the river, which makes me intoxicated. The summer river is cheerful and lively.

The summer noon is so hot that it makes people breathless. , people hid in the air conditioners, but I came to the small river. I stood on the bank, watching the microwave in the river, and a chill rippled in my heart. Then, I took off my shoes. Walking barefoot along the river

I like the feeling of the water flowing through my feet, the feeling of the river water splashing on my legs, and occasionally a few naughty fish swimming by me. It slipped between my toes, feeling very happy.

"Come on, let's walk faster and let's go swimming together!" I looked for my voice and turned out to be a large group of boys walking towards the river with water guns. They rushed into the water and started a water fight. The bursts of laughter rippled on the river, and the river suddenly became lively! The river in autumn is full of sentiment! In autumn, the trees by the river began to wither. The leaves on the trees turned from green to yellow, and fluttered down from the trees to the river. Even the wild fruits on the trees fell with the leaves. Come down and decorate this poetic and picturesque river together.

I suddenly remembered the juice made by my grandma. This river is also like the juice made by my grandma, which makes people have endless aftertaste! The river in winter is my happy nest! The river in winter is very quiet, like a sleeping little princess. My friends and I broke its dream.

We came to the river, picked up the stones on the ground, and threw them into the river. We quickly made many small holes in the river, and then the cold water overflowed from the small holes. We were so unhappy. We also broke the ice cubes with sticks. We picked up the ice cubes, dug a small hole in the center, and put a straw through it, so we carried the ice cubes in our hands. Then hang it in a sunny place. Under the sunlight, the ice cube looks golden and beautiful! The river in spring is very gentle, the river in summer is very cheerful and lively, the river in autumn is very emotional, the river in winter is happy, I love the river! Chapter Three: The Nameless River There is a small river in my hometown. It is a very ordinary and unknown river.

I don’t know where the source of the river is. I just remember that the water is extremely clear, so clear that you can see the colorful, round and smooth pebbles on the bottom of the river at a glance. In the early morning, the rising sun coats the river with a layer of golden light; in the evening, the colorful clouds cover the river with a layer of red gauze; late at night, the crescent moon passes through the river like a silver boat.

When the breeze blows, the river ripples, like floating silver scales, like a net woven by a skillful fisherman girl... Ah, in my heart, the river in my hometown is a The most beautiful river. I don't know where the river flows, but I just remember that the water is extremely precious.

Let alone anything else, let’s just talk about the vegetation on both sides of the river. It is lusher and lusher than elsewhere. In early spring, the weeping willows by the river stretched out their tender fingertips, the grass poked out its goose-yellow heads, and other trees sprouted early.

From a distance, it looks like two wisps of blue smoke, with a silver chain spread out in the smoke. Summer.

The leaves and grass are green and shiny in the sun. Needless to say, the vegetation grows so well because they get enough water from the creek.

As for the river, it hurried forward singing. Are you in a hurry to water more plants and trees? One summer, there was a severe drought, so people introduced water from the river into the fields.

The crops have been saved, but the river is getting thinner and thinner, but it is still laughing and singing. Is it proud of the sacrifices it has made? Ah, in my heart, the river in my hometown is the most selfless and lovely river. Later, I left my hometown and Xiaohe because I went to school.

The teacher who teaches me is a middle-aged female teacher. Although she only taught me for one year, I can't forget her and her eyes as bright and clear as river water... One day eight years later, by chance, I saw her again - my enlightenment teacher.

But I almost don’t recognize her: in just eight years, white hair has appeared on the teacher’s head and wrinkles have appeared on her face, but her eyes are still so bright and clear. I stared at the teacher with admiration, and couldn't help but think of a lot: I remembered that the teacher taught me how to write step by step, I remembered the teacher's focused look when giving lectures, I remembered the teacher telling us the story of the mermaid with tears in his eyes, I thought of the fire that shot out of the teacher's window late at night. Lights... As I was thinking about it, the small river in my hometown suddenly flashed before my eyes.