My hometown is not a famous tourist attraction, and there are no beautiful green mountains and spectacular waterfalls. However, there is a small river. I love my hometown deeply, and I love that river even more.
When I was a child, that river occupied almost all my childhood life.
The river in spring is shy. Every year, when everything recovers in spring, the ice in the river slowly melts, and the figure of fish gradually emerges. There is a layer of green things on the shore. It is only after a careful look that it suddenly dawns that it is the grass that shows its lovely little head. A row of weeping willows on the shore also pulled out new branches. At that time, our friends could only play by the river, but they were afraid to go into the water.
The river is beautiful in summer. In late spring and early summer, the river became our paradise. In the morning, standing by the river, lush grass and colorful wildflowers are our best playmates. Pick some small flowers from the grass and put them in the hair room, and stir the crystal dew on the grass leaves with small hands. Occasionally, a butterfly girl will fly and dance lightly. At this time, we will chase the little butterfly back and forth, and occasionally step on a bright little splash on the open space on the shore, splashing all over our face and body, but we are very happy. At noon, I just jumped into the embrace of the river to catch fish and shrimp, and watched groups of fish swim happily in the water, but I couldn't catch any. Just as we were having a good time, the parents called for lunch, and as they walked, they scolded, "You shouldn't play with water ..." Even so, our hearts were sweet. In the evening, when the sun went down, people came to the trees beside the river to enjoy the cool. At this time, the river became more charming and moving. The sunset reflected its face, and she was so beautiful.
The river in autumn is sad. Autumn is the harvest season for people. People are busy and seem to forget the river, and children can't play with it, because children have to watch the door at home when adults are busy in the fields. The river is very sad without company. 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, "Xiaohe, I can't accompany you anymore. I'll play with you next year." Say that finish, it falls, and draws a perfect arc to float into the embrace of the river. The heart of the river is cold.
Winter is coming, and the river is getting lonelier. The surroundings are already bare, and no one wants to take a look at it. Only the rustling north wind roared by, and the river finally couldn't stand the cold and froze. At this time, it hopes that it will be thicker, so that the children can go skating and it will no longer be lonely. Its fantasy finally came to nothing, and parents had already forbidden their children to get close to the winter river, saying that they could not come up again if they fell into the ice cave. The river is quietly waiting, waiting for the warm spring in bloom next year ...
The river in my hometown, I can't accompany you all the year round, just want to tell you that you will always be the most beautiful river in my heart.