What's by the river? How to mend it?

There are small fish, shrimp and frogs by the river; There are small fish, big fish and ducklings by the river; There are swans, ducks and cows drinking water by the river; There are children, adults and bison by the river; There are boats, fishermen and ducklings by the river.

Spring has come, everything is revived, the spring breeze gently blows the earth, and the spring rain also moistens the endless fields. Green willows rippling along the river, together with pink peach trees and snowy pear trees, make spring colorful. The little frog slept all winter. They woke up. They opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues. They ate pests for breakfast and had a hearty meal.

The joy of childhood is by the river, and I sent away the small paper boat that sailed far away; The joy of childhood is on the grass, and I fiddle with the moving red ants; The happiness of childhood was in the Woods, where I picked ripe cranberries; The happiness of childhood is in the diary, where there are countless sweet little dreams.

Small fish swim in the river in droves; The weeping willows by the river sprout new buds and sway in the spring breeze. The river spouted forward, the river ran forward happily, the lotus bloomed one after another, and the lotus twisted its waist and smiled shyly.

We came to the river and saw the river rise. The clear river and the sound of running water stirred my active heart. At this time, a few small fish jumped out of the water and spat bubbles. Before I could look carefully, they suddenly returned to the water.

Several ducklings are playing on the water, croaking from time to time, as if to tell us: "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet." The willows by the river spit out rows of green buds, and the small and soft wicker hangs straight down the water like a girl's hair.

A breeze is blowing, swaying gently, as if dancing, forming a beautiful picture with the reflection in the water. Ah, spring is in the river.