Although my hometown is not a big city, the big cities have far less than my hometown. The criss-crossing streams in my hometown are crystal clear, and they ruthlessly occupy my childhood life ...
This stream passes through my hometown quietly like a slender ribbon ...
In spring, it comes to the side of the stream with fragrance, and the grass on the bank jumps. Flowers are not to be outdone. They are all blooming, weeping willows are bent, willow branches are beating the river, rippling and sparkling, just like a fairy dress full of precious stones. The brook is full of vigor and spring under the spring breeze. It is like a shy girl, with a light gauze and brisk steps, walking far away ...
Summer is full of green waves, and the flowers and grass beside the brook are thirsty and unbearable, and even weeping willows are dejected and moaning. The stream has also become warm, the sun is jumping on the water, the stream is turning over the waves, just like a golden scale python, rolling, whistling and rushing away, and the stream is full of the warm breath of summer. Xiaoxi seems to be an energetic teenager, striding with vigorous steps and running forward quickly.
Autumn came to the stream with the fallen leaves dancing, and the grass and flowers withered, and the fallen leaves seemed to be butterflies dancing by the stream and staggered. The stream flows slowly and silently, and the wrinkles on the stream surface emerge one by one, as if it were much older, but the harvest fruit suddenly turned the situation around, making it look faster and more beautiful ... At this time, the stream seems to be like an aspiring young man, strolling into the distance ...
Winter has come quietly, and the flowers, grass and weeping willows on the stream bank are all afraid to hide. The stream flows slowly, without a trace of strength, and it is cold and astringent by the ruthless winter, which makes people feel a little sad. The layers of frost on the river surface of the stream are melted by the layers of the stream, and the cold is full of every little corner, showing a dead silence. At this time, the brook is like an old man who is over sixty years old, slowly approaching the edge of death ... < P > The brook in my hometown changes endlessly, and he silently occupied my childhood life ... The brook in my hometown 2
Hometown people who grew up by the brook used to call themselves Xiafeng people, and there is a deep "Xiafeng hometown" complex in their hearts, because the village in the creek basin was Xiafeng Township (once it was) for a long time. However, people in Yandian and Xuejiayuan villages in the lower reaches of the stream, although sharing the same stream with us, have never had the affection of the villagers in the sense of "Xiafeng", unlike other places where the same source (stream) is a fellow villager, there is nostalgia.
It's a cold joke handed down from the older generation that "Xue Jiayuan, a roadside shop, was dropped and Lujiatian, a Tongshan was picked". It is said that when the administrative divisions of Sui 'an County were divided in the Qing Dynasty, the villages of Yandian and Xuejiayuan on the bank of Fengjiayuan Creek and the village of Fenglin Port (Qiduyuan) Valley separated by a Hutaoling were merged into "Seven Capitals" intentionally or unintentionally, but the Tongjiatian in Tongshan, which is upstream of Fenglin Port, was allocated to the "Nine Capitals" separated from Fengjiayuan Creek by a Panjialing Mountain.
After talking and laughing, hometown people always bring a sentence: "This is really reasonable by mistake." Although Xuejiayuan and Xiafeng people along the store live by the same stream, I don't know why, but what Xuejiayuan people along the store say is not Xiafeng (Jiudu) dialect, but Fengshuling (Qidu) dialect. Although Lujiatian and Xiafeng in Tongshan are not from the same source (stream) and are separated by a mountain, it is the only way for Tongshan people to cross Panjialing to get out of the mountain. They have to go through Xiafeng (Tongshankou Village) to communicate with the outside world, which makes their dialect slang in tune with Xiafeng people. There is also the fact that after liberation, until a few years ago, when Xiafeng Middle School was moved to Fengshuling Town as a whole, Tongshan people came to Xiafeng Middle School to study. It is no wonder that Xiafeng people and Tongshan people meet together and affectionately call each other authentic "nine fellow villagers". The stream in my hometown 3
The stream in my hometown is a unique and charming landscape, with great vitality in spring, laughter and laughter of children in summer, intoxicating poetry in autumn and dreamlike fairy tales in winter.
in spring, the streams tinkle, everything revives and a hundred flowers blossom. In the crystal clear river, you can always see several fish playing in the water, and from time to time, you can do a 36-degree somersault, just like a dancer with full confidence. The small flowers on the bank of the stream are blooming like a charming girl sitting on the shore. At this time, a breeze blew, and the branches of willow swayed with the wind, as if to show people their beautiful and beautiful hair!
In summer, when the scorching sun is on the head, the willows brush their hair listlessly, and the beautiful flowers are also bowed by the scorching sun, so the fish dare not stick their heads out of the water. Only the children skipped to the stream and jumped into the water one by one. The splashing water seemed to say, "Come and play in the water quickly!"! "Tired of playing, they leaned against the big tree, enjoying the cool air and listening to the songs played by cicadas. It was not until the evening that they were willing to enjoy themselves.
In autumn, the maple leaf dyed red by Miss Qiu turns the stream into red, and the long white clouds are reflected in the water and painted with the maple leaf into a beautiful picture. Pieces of golden leaves are like butterflies falling into the water and drifting away with their thoughts.
In winter, the stream is wrapped in silver, just like a fairy tale kingdom, which makes me indulge in it and linger. From time to time, several couples will come to the stream and talk and joke, as if they were the only ones in the world in an instant. The stream stopped flowing and seemed to listen to their sweet words.
This is the stream in my hometown, which contains many beautiful memories. Stream in my hometown 4
There is a beautiful stream in my hometown, which is picturesque in four seasons. There is a circle of mountains outside my hometown, which surrounds our small village like a delicate baby sleeping in a cradle. Needless to say, our stream here is the most beautiful in four seasons. Let me introduce the four seasons of my hometown stream to you.
Spring is the season when spring comes back to the earth and everything is revived. When the brook finally thaws, it starts to tinkle with musical instruments as soon as it thaws, and slowly runs away. When the grass and flowers emerge from the soil, it is necessary to listen to how beautiful the music of the brook is. What a beautiful and charming spring scene!
In midsummer, the trees beside the stream are lush, and in some places, branches and leaves have to be pulled out to see the stream. At this time, the stream has new partners and friends, namely, small fish, shrimp and frogs. They are playing with their hearts, bringing infinite fun to summer.
In late autumn, golden leaves are like autumn stamps and telegrams from Miss Qiu, telling everyone that autumn has finally arrived. Numerous leaves have fallen into the stream, and the stream is immediately covered with a golden veil, which makes it look more beautiful. However, the cold weather makes all the flowers and plants wither, and trees will lose their leaves, leaving only bare branches, and will grow again next year. Only the evergreen pines and cypresses have not lost their leaves, and they still do. They stood slim by the stream, as if to say to other trees, "Look how strong I am, you will all lose your leaves, but I don't have your bare trunk, I still have green leaves, how strong I am."
In the severe winter, the cold snow is blowing, and the stream is covered with a thick layer of ice. Children skate on the ice, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Children who are not afraid of the cold are playing happily. They are very happy, and laughter brings infinite happiness and vitality to the stream.
This is the beautiful stream, and this is our hometown, a beautiful and lovely stream. If you have free time to play with friends, don't forget to go to the beautiful hills in our village to enjoy the scenery and cultivate sentiment. Stream in my hometown 5
In the mountains, between the stones, there is a crystal clear stream.
When you leave home, you can walk for about ten minutes and cross a small bridge, and you can see the stream. If you don't look carefully, you will think it is a waterfall!
The water in the stream is crystal clear, and every gravel under the stream can be vividly seen. Maybe people have stepped on it too many times and the stones are cracked. I walked on the stone and suddenly felt cool and refreshing. There are no sundries and peels in the stream, so this stream is called "the cleanest water flow". I squatted down and looked carefully. It turned out that there were small fish here! Sometimes the stream is rushing, sometimes it is slow. When it is rushing, it looks like a lion. When it is slow, it looks like a fairy. When it is not fast or slow, it will flow with a brisk beat. I can't help but beat it down!
The source of the stream is the waterfall on the mountain. I walked up slowly and saw the waterfall. Whenever the water from the waterfall reaches the "crossroads", the water flows in two streams, one to the bottom of the mountain and the other to the stream. I walked down the current and unconsciously came to the stream. Is that the current? The stream is also very kind. If the current is fast, it will be fast. If the current is slow, it will be slow. The stream changes speed because of the current.
The spray in the stream is more unique. I sit on the stone and look carefully. She is sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes fierce, and sometimes gentle. When it is big, it is like a hole, when it is small, it is like a pool. When it is fierce, it will splash all over you, and when it is gentle, it will only pat your feet gently. The spray of the stream will also stop, but it just moves slowly. I passed by it and it suddenly attacked again. No, I became a drowned rat again!
I walk on the rocks by the stream. I don't feel uncomfortable when I step on this pile and that pile, but I feel very smooth all over. Large and small footprints on the beach around the stone are like its medals.
I love the stream in my hometown, the crystal clear of the stream, the source of the stream and the spray of the stream. Streams in my hometown 6
My hometown is in Yanjiashan, where there are many crystal clear streams and the environment is very good.
In spring, there are trees on both sides of the stream, including ginkgo trees, peach trees, winter jasmine, Chinese rose, roses and smiling faces ... all kinds of plants are countless. There are many birds singing happily in the big tree. In the blue sky, the geese flew back from the south in a neat zigzag line. In the stream, groups of small fish are playing happily in the grass. They sometimes jump out of the water, sometimes hide in the grass, sometimes spit small bubbles, and sometimes whisper to their companions.
in summer, the stream is lively. Under the lush trees on both sides, there are many old people. Some of them are playing chess, some are telling stories to children, and some are chatting together. Children have a good time in the stream! The girl is wearing a beautiful little skirt, and the boy is wearing a small vest and shorts, playing happily in the stream together.
In autumn, on both sides of the stream, the leaves of trees change into golden clothes and dance in the sky. There are some leaves floating in the stream. The little fish hides under the leaves and treats him as an "umbrella". In the orchard near the stream, melons and fruits are fragrant. The oranges in Huang Chengcheng are ripe and hang on the branches like nightlight. Small fragrant pears, you squeeze me and touch them, vying for people to pick them! Outside the orchard, chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
in winter, the stream is quiet. Snowflakes are falling from the sky, staying around the stream and accompanying it. The animals all hibernate, and the geese and birds fly away, but with the company of snowflakes, the stream is not lonely.
The streams in my hometown have pleasant scenery all year round, adding a color to Yanjiashan. Stream in my hometown 7
There is a bay stream in front of my house, which is a very common stream. When the water level is the highest, the water surface is four meters wide. When the water is small, I can get up my strength and jump over it at once. On the bank of the stream, there are swaying willows and a small peach tree, and on the other side is the field of the production team. All this is so common.
however, I like it very much.
Spring is blooming, and the clear stream is like a white jade belt. The willows fluttered gently with slender twigs. The grass is mixed with unknown wildflowers in twos and threes, light yellow, light blue, pink and purplish, like twinkling stars. Large tracts of cauliflower on the other side are reflected in the water. Huang Cancan's is like a golden carpet on the horizon. That group of cute little fish floats on the water for a while, dives into the water for a while, gathers together for a while, and scatters one after another. These small fish are pitifully small, most of them are only half the size of a matchstick, but their eyes are big and black, and their bodies are transparent, which looks like a colon flashing from a distance.
In the hot summer, this is my most comfortable resting place. The willows on both sides of the river have already grown luxuriantly and densely, and only wisps of sunlight leak to the water through the shade, just like supporting silver needles. At noon, when cicada kept shouting "hot _ hot _", I took a book, sat under the willow shade, leaned against the trunk, and let the cool stream touch my calf. Suddenly, the cool and comfortable feeling flooded all over my body from my feet. Hey, be as beautiful as you want. Look at the stream again, the clusters of aquatic plants, like soft thin strips, curl and float lightly on the water for a while, and then stretch out, which is more beautiful than painting. Sometimes, the neighbor's little boys come to the stream, bend over, tilt their heads, grope around the dock or in the grass, and they will touch some shrimps and crabs, so they will hold their trophies high and laugh happily all over the stream.
Ah, the stream in my hometown, a very ordinary and beautiful stream. A brook in my hometown 8
In Jinyun, there is a crystal clear brook, which is always gurgling. On both sides of the stream, there are several willows that are affectionate, and there are often more or less birds singing moving songs on the trees. It looks natural and harmonious.
When I was in Jinyun, I set off firecrackers, made boats and picked wild onions with my brothers Fan Zhengxin and Fan Yixuan. Today, let's talk about making boats and picking wild onions. First of all, let me talk about making a boat. I am a reed boat. I first found the reed stems and put them together in a mixed way to form a solid circle. Then tie them up with thin and long ropes. A simple reed boat is made, but it is too thin and too small. It doesn't matter. I'll just put more reeds on the outside of the boat, then tie it up with a rope, and prepare to put a beer bottle in the back. What bad luck The small stern didn't match the bottle mouth. At this time, I used my quick wits and put some longer reeds on both sides of the boat and tied them again. Insert the extra part of the long reed into the bottle mouth, and you're done! It looks beautiful. I put the boat into the stream and it slowly flows in the water. The boat abandoned the bottle and flowed by itself. The water was not strong, so I picked up the boat and the wine bottle. Drop the bottle and put the boat on the shore. After a while, the two younger brothers made boats one after another. Then, we started the race. Each reed boat was placed at the starting point, and then let go of each boat and drove forward quickly. After a few minutes, it disappeared. We ran to the other side of the stream.
Three boats came here at the same time, and rushed forward ...
There were many wild onions beside the stream. My brothers and I went to pick wild onions, and they refused to bow their heads regardless of the wind and rain. After I picked wild onions, I had a delicious meal. It was "a hard work, a harvest"!