In spring, everything recovers, and the spring rain continues. Soon it thundered again, and soon it rained cats and dogs. At this time, the water level in the stream slowly rose and the flood rose. After the flood, the number of small fish increased, the stream was shining with silver light, and flocks of ducks were happily looking for food in the stream.
In summer, the stream becomes very clear. At noon, the burning sun makes the shallow stream hotter than the hot spring water, so hot that it seems to boil eggs. At sunset in the evening, the children cheered and ran to the stream to catch fish or play with water. Countless tadpoles and frogs are playing in shallow water, and there are many more ducks than before, and the sound of "croaking" is endless.
In autumn, the wild fruits by the stream are ripe, and there are waves of fragrance. The leaves on the hillside turned yellow, and the fallen leaves floated to the water, like a boat, and set sail along the stream. Through the grass by the stream, if you are lucky, you can find some warm duck eggs left by careless mother duck!
In winter, the stream becomes shallow, revealing a large stone beach. There is thick ice on the stream, so it seems that we can skate. Although all the frogs are hibernating, you can still find some sporadic unknown green plants on the stone beach. Occasionally one or two drakes can be seen looking for food alone.
The streams in my hometown are beautiful all year round. It is not only beautiful, but also brings endless fun to my childhood. It also provides a place for fish, shrimp, loach, tadpoles, frogs and ducks to live. During the holidays, whenever I have time, I always go back to see the scenery of my grandparents and streams. I hope the stream will always be so beautiful and will not be destroyed and polluted.
My hometown is a red ancient town with beautiful scenery and picturesque scenery. The stream in front of the door-Wuxi River, is our mother river. It's like a great mother raising each of us.
In spring, flowers fall in bloom, and everything recovers. The stream is tinkling and flowing happily, and the fish are jubilant, as if to release the strength accumulated in winter to see who can swim fast. On the shore, neat tea gardens are full of vitality. In full of green, every tea tree is scrambling to spit out buds, waiting for tea farmers to pick them. Accompanied by the melody flowing in the stream, tea farmers go up the mountain to pick tea at dawn, which is also the happiest moment of the year for tea farmers.
In summer, the sun is scorching. This is the most interesting and lively season of the year. The children picked up stones on the shore, touched snails in the river, caught small fish, played with heat, and simply took off their clothes and jumped into the stream to take a bath. It was very lively. Every summer, the high-altitude drifting of Wuxi River also begins. Tourists from all over the country are spinning back and forth in the Wuxi River, feeling the excitement brought by drifting, and colorful rubber boats are arranged down, becoming a beautiful scenery of the stream.
After the vitality of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, and the fruitful stream in autumn, there are bursts of fruit fragrance floating by the stream, which is a generous gift from the orchard to everyone. In winter, the stream seems very quiet, as if waiting for the wonderful bloom in the spring next year.
The stream nourishes everyone here, irrigates the tea gardens on both sides and nurtures the people on both sides. There are my happiest times and best memories.
In retrospect, I remember the stream in my hometown best!
My hometown is Liangdao Village, Shenhe Township. The scenery here is very beautiful, but I especially like the stream flowing in front of my house.
It rains in Mao Mao in spring, and the water in the stream is full. Ducks flap their wings in groups and play in the water. The furry gosling is envious. When she first got into the water, she saw a flock of ducks swimming this way. She was so scared that she immediately turned back to the shore.
The summer sun is like fire, and the water of news is getting shallow. Stone crabs waved pliers and enjoyed the cool in the crevices. Shrimp is swimming around in shallow water, and no one is watching. A group of tadpoles with big heads and small tails are also playing freely in shallow water in pairs. Sometimes, they will become trophies of our friends.
Busy double robbery came, and many small canals came to our stream singing songs. The stream widened and became a small river. At this time, a group of our friends couldn't wait to jump into the water and shuttle back and forth like fish, even digging dogs, diving into the water, playing hide-and-seek and having a big water fight. Of course, we also refer to the scolding of adults, but every time, we always accept it with an "open mind", but we will never change it.
In autumn, the stream becomes clearer and emits golden light under the sunshine in autumn. Leaves fall on the stream, fish use it as an umbrella, ants use it as a boat and shrimp use it as a toy. ...
In winter, the north wind roared and the stream was covered with thin ice. Several naughty friends scooped up ice cubes and sent them to their mouths. "click! Hey! " I think I'm eating popsicles. Some people also poke holes in the ice with plastic pipes, put on ropes and hold them in their hands as toys.
Ah, beautiful brook, you brought endless happiness to my childhood. I really like the stream in my hometown.
Comments: First, the streams in my hometown are full of vitality and joy in different seasons; Second, the stream is clear, highlighting its "cuteness". In the description of small and medium-sized authors, personification and metaphor are often used to make the stream lifelike and show its "loveliness". Between the lines reveals the author's love and nostalgia for his hometown stream.
Standing on the bank of the river, I saw a swift river, which was very spectacular, but every time I look at it, I always think of the stream in my hometown.
When I was a child, playing with my companions in the stream every day was my happiest time. At that time, I was happy, free and carefree. I can play with my friends and build stone towers, but my favorite thing is driving on the board. I sat on a board and fell on a smooth stone. My companions rushed after me, but they all fell into the water. I smiled, and they sat in the water as deep as their calves. After each competition, we will sit on the rocks by the stream and watch the clouds in the blue sky play, the lush bamboo forests and their graceful dancing. Everything is so beautiful, so naive, so beautiful. Of course, at that time, I also liked to build dams and catch fish with my companions. When catching fish, we will build a stone wall to surround the small fish and then fish them out with a net. Sometimes we will build a dike and a rest pool. At that time, everyone would always go to the natural stone pit formed by big stones to rest. After the repair, everyone will find their own seat-a stone. Then play in the water. The two partners fell asleep. Four more than holding your breath in the water. I was happiest playing in the water when I was a child, but I haven't come back for a long time now. Sometimes when I sit in a chair, I always think of this happy time, my good friend and the stream.
Standing in the center of the city, looking at the river, I always read "stream, beautiful stream, crystal clear stream in my heart, thank you for giving me a colorful childhood and a happy childhood."
There is a stream in my hometown. This is a charming stream, which not only adds a beautiful scenery to our small village, but also brings infinite joy to the children in the village.
In early spring, the ice in the stream melted, and the children came to the lawn by the stream with their beloved kites to fly happily. A breeze blew, kites flew happily, and the stream set off microwaves. On the stream, a group of ducklings are playing. Chunxi is a happy stream.
In midsummer, this stream has become a paradise for children. Every afternoon when they come home from school, the children run to the stream without even putting their schoolbags. Playing by the stream, some children lift their trouser legs to catch small fish and shrimp; Some carry colorful buckets and dig loach; Some directly took off their clothes and jumped into the water with a splash. Whether it is lively fish, shrimp, loach or this beautiful stream, it has brought endless fun to children. The stream in summer is a noisy stream.
In late autumn, golden rice fields by the stream are reflected in the stream, which looks so dazzling. When the villagers came back from harvesting rice, they sat on the big bluestone beside the stream, chatting about this year's harvest and wiping the sweat off their faces with towels. Daoxiang is floating everywhere, and the stream carries Daoxiang all the way to the distance. Autumn streams are golden streams.
In the cold winter, there is no noise by the stream, and the stream is rippling gently, as if it were still. There are still a few pieces of transparent thin ice floating on the water. The quiet stream is very beautiful in the winter sunshine, and the microwave is shining. The stream in winter is a quiet stream.
The stream in my hometown brings us hope, joy and dreams. ...
My hometown is in Chunhua Chewu, and the stream is just below my field. The clear and bright stream is like a smooth mirror, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the four seasons.
In spring, everything revives, the stream gurgles, all kinds of fish swim around happily, shrimps are busy preying on microorganisms, and crabs sleep under rocks. Everything is so interesting. The most interesting thing is the big stone in the stream. There is a cave on the biggest stone, which is really unique. As long as you drill in, you will see some strange stones. Take a closer look. It's really like water curtain cave, the hometown of the Monkey King, with stone tables, chairs and beds. It's like a mini brand water curtain cave.
This stream is the busiest in summer. The weather is hot and the sun makes people sweat. The children plopped into the river and were as cool as ducks. Some learn to swim in a stream that has just passed the foot; Have a plenty of water, you splash me, I splash you; Some were playing with water cannons, and bundles of "water cannons" were fired at the stream, splashing more "small water cannons" and the whole stream boiled.
In autumn, the stream gradually turns cold, and the yellow leaves fall on the water and travel with the distant stream. At night, autumn insects in the grass beside the stream sing all kinds of minor tunes and shake the stream to sleep slowly.
In winter, the water surface of the stream has been frozen, small fish in the water catch oxygen under the ice, and several children skate on the ice. They are as light as swallows.
How's it going? Do you like my parents' stream? Remember to come and see if you like it!
There is a stream in my hometown, which is a charming stream. It not only adds a beautiful scenery to the small village, but also brings a lot of joy to the children in the village.
In early spring, the ice in the stream has melted, and all the children have put kites on the lawn by the stream with their beloved kites. The breeze is blowing, kites are flying and streams are rippling. On the surface of the stream, a group of ducklings are playing on the stream. The spring stream is a cheerful stream.
In midsummer, this stream has become a paradise for children. Every afternoon, after school, the children ran to the stream to play without even putting their schoolbags away. Some children lift their trouser legs to catch fish; Some carry colorful buckets and dig crabs; Some simply took off their clothes and plopped into the water. Small fish and shrimp in the stream. Crab. The little goldfish and this beautiful stream give the children endless fun. Summer streams are noisy streams and flowers on the grass. The grass is full of smiling faces of winter jasmine.
In late autumn, golden rice fields are reflected in the stream by the stream, which is particularly dazzling. When the villagers came back from harvesting rice, they sat on the big bluestone beside the stream, chatting about this year's harvest and wiping the sweat on their faces with towels. Daoxiang is floating everywhere, and the stream carries Daoxiang all the way to the distance. Autumn streams are golden streams.
In the cold winter, there is no noise in the past by the stream, and the stream gently ripples as if it were still. There are still a few pieces of transparent thin ice floating on the water. The quiet stream is sparkling in the winter sun, which is beautiful. The stream in winter is a quiet stream.
This stream brings us laughter and hope ... I love my hometown and love its purity even more. Beautiful stream.
The scenery in my hometown is very charming. The stream in my hometown is accompanied by the joyful laughter of our children, which makes us linger.
In that hot summer vacation, in addition to homework, children in our hometown like to run to the stream and catch fish there carefree.
In a blink of an eye, the summer vacation came again, and the children went to catch fish in groups. They came to the stream and told stories about their school days. Tell her sad thoughts. They began to catch fish. First, they blocked both ends of a stream, scooped out the water one by one with small buckets, and drained the water from this stream. Where the water is dry, there are lively carp, which are like pieces of glittering gold in the sun! Seeing these pieces of "gold", the children jumped into the stream excitedly, and at this time, there were several lively "carp" in the stream!
Sometimes, there are small holes in the stream. Don't look at these holes. In fact, there is a treasure in it-eel! What an unexpected harvest! There is a lot of soft fine sand on the riverbed of the stream, which is very comfortable for little feet to step on; If you lie on the river bed and look up at the sky, it's like entering a dream world and feeling like an eagle flying freely in the blue sky. If you make handmade mud, the mud on the river bed is the best material. Being a white fat pig, grandpa and kitten is more creative than being a sculptor!
Xiaoxi, you are so great! It is you who add color to our summer vacation and bring laughter to our cause.
I hope you can use our laughter to encourage us to become our hometown-Boluo Chai Dog Scenic Area!
I love my hometown, but I love the streams in my hometown more. It is like a wonderful pleasure, echoing in my heart for a long time, leaving me with infinite memories.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I run along the path to the stream as soon as I get off the bus, and I can smell the fragrance of flowers and herbs mixed with soil from a distance. Along the way, wild flowers are everywhere, white, pink, yellow and red … just like the flowered skirt worn by Mother Earth. All kinds of unknown grass are competing to grow and full of vitality. Walking on the "flower path", the aroma is intoxicating.
Passing through a bright green bamboo forest, I heard the sound of running water nearby, the sound of a gust of wind blowing through the running water and the rustling sound from the bamboo forest, like a beautiful girl playing a beautiful movement, full of poetry and painting.
Hearing this, I was so excited that I unconsciously walked up the steps and finally untied the veil of my long-awaited hometown stream. I can't wait to jump into the stream and splash water, regardless of the slightest chill. The stream became shallow, but it was still so clear, and groups of small fish were scared by me. The lazy and timid crab poked its head out from under the crack in the stone and quickly retracted its head. This made my parents laugh. Petals floating in the water and scattered bamboo leaves slowly flow away with the stream, and chaotic small fish do not forget to look for food. From time to time, they stick their mouths out of the water and peck, making a "bubble" sound.
There are many "small stone bridges" paved with pebbles in the middle of the stream, which can reach the other side, but if you are not careful, you may fall into the water from the slippery stone, which makes people feel more exciting and interesting.
Not far from the stream, the dilapidated houses disappeared and became rows of neat new buildings. My parents say that the government has built a new countryside for the people.
The stream in my hometown witnessed the changes in my hometown. The drumming stream irrigates the fertile land in my hometown and nurtures hardworking and kind ancestors. I believe that with the party's spring breeze, the streams in my hometown will become more beautiful and the people in my hometown will become richer.
Stream composition in my hometown 10 I have traveled all over the country and experienced the colorful changes of the four seasons. Many beautiful scenery can't be left in my mind. Remember the Great Wall, majestic and solemn; Remember the West Lake, with beautiful scenery; I remember the Summer Palace. It was very spectacular. However, after crossing the sea, rivers and mountains, and places of interest, I still miss the stream in my hometown.
There is a clear stream in front of my house. It grew up with me like an old friend.
In the morning, I woke up from my dream. I saw the thick fog floating in the sky outside the window, and everything around me seemed to be shrouded, but the stream was so clear and flowing slowly without being disturbed.
In the afternoon, I came to the stream. The fiery red sun has risen to the sky, and the sun has made me sweat, and the stream has become sparkling and rippling. It seems to say, "very hot, very hot, my friend. You must be hot, too Come, have a little stream and wash your face! " I bent down, leaned over the water, picked up a clear spring and patted it on my cheek. Sweet spring is like a spirit of life, jumping between my broken skin and sweeping away all my troubles. I smiled happily, and the stream heard my laughter and jumped even harder!
It's getting dark, just like a huge black ribbon quietly dreaming of the sky. I walked in a cold stream, jumped up happily, and the water splashed me, like flying beads rolling jade, so I played with the stream. Tired of playing, I sat on a stone to have a rest. At this time, the stream began to flow happily and sang songs for me, which made me full of vitality.
Ah! The stream in my hometown, you are my childhood paradise, I will never forget you, forever, forever. ...