Soon after I was born, I was sent to my grandmother's house. There is a clear river in front of my grandmother's house, which accompanied me through many happy times. Until now, the winding river in my hometown always haunts my dreams, even though I have been away from my hometown for five years. ...

The river in my hometown is nameless. It's nowhere to be found on the map. It just meanders in front of my house, then meanders through grasslands, forests and mountains ... The river in my memory is always so clear, as if it were a dust-free green ribbon; The sound of running water is always so beautiful that it is better than any wonderful ballad in the world. ...

Although my hometown is a remote mountain village, people are hardworking and kind. In my mind, my hometown can even rival the beautiful Jiuzhaigou as a "scenic spot", because the beautiful rivers decorate the originally barren land and make her beautiful Tsinghua. This river has nurtured generations of kind people!

Spring in my hometown is particularly charming, and the spring scenery by the river is even more intoxicating. Look! The stubborn ice on the river has melted, and the river is jubilant, singing "Flowers" and cheerful Haruka, flowing into the distance. When everything is still shivering in the cold spring, the trees by the river are covered with bright green camouflage clothes and continue to guard the river energetically; The grass also woke up from a lethargy, leaned out of the soil and looked at the spring world with a smile; The flowers were awakened by the gentle spring breeze and put on colorful spring clothes one after another, waiting for the arrival of butterflies ... Ah! Won't this vibrant spring scenery intoxicate you?

In the sultry summer, cicadas in the trees sing tirelessly. The village is really like a big steamer! At this time, as long as you come to the river, the cool water vapor will definitely make people feel comfortable and sleepy. In this hot summer day, two little girls, with bare arms and bare feet, struggled to move a lot of yellow and wet mud to the big bluestone board by the river, and embraced the little clay figurines wholeheartedly one by one. That concentration is like creating a precious work of art! Soon, the little clay figurine was pinched, and everyone said that they were pinching each other and quarreled. Finally, they angrily pushed their "masterpiece" into the river with a clash. The little clay figurine was quickly melted by the cool river and flowed away with the river. The little girl couldn't help laughing ... One of the naive little girls was me. River in summer! She has brought us endless happiness!

In this laughter, unconsciously, the weather gradually turned cold, the flowers and plants along the river gradually withered, the leaves gradually turned from green to gold, and finally fell one by one, only the flowing water of the river was still so clear and beautiful.

I don't know which cold morning, when I woke up, I found that the window had turned into a silvery white world, and the river that had been running and dancing had quietly frozen with a layer of crystal clear ice. My friends and I are more excited. We quickly put on our hats, scarves and gloves, ran out of the house, jumped around in the snow and made a snowman. We pushed the snowman down and turned ourselves into a living snowman. We will also go to the frozen river to play top, put a handful of grass under our shoes and skate on the river. We are very happy! Although the river is frozen, it brings us more happiness, doesn't it?

Finally, when I was six years old, my parents took me away from my hometown and the river, saying it was time to go to school and I was going to study in the south. When I was leaving this river and my friends who had been with me for many years, I couldn't help crying with a "wow". When I left, I seemed to hear the river crying and saying goodbye to me. ...

Five years have passed in an instant, and rivers and friends in my hometown often appear in my dreams. My hometown must have changed a lot! However, I believe that the winding rivers in my hometown will not change. ...

Oh, the sentimental river in my hometown. ...

Pastoral rivers and fields

Xian Pengfei, Class 4.5, Tianye Suicheng Primary School in Autumn

Autumn has come, leaves have fallen, and autumn is crisp and fruitful. How charming! Looking at the fields in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the most beautiful and attractive is the autumn fields.

In the hole below, the rice is ripe and golden, as if someone had spread a thick layer of gold on the ground. The autumn wave shakes the ear of rice, making the heavy ear of rice swing rhythmically, as if the golden mountain is sliding. Wind and waves are like moving music.

On the hillside, an ear of sorghum stands proudly. Autumn wind blows, they are like handfuls of victory torches, shaking happily.

At the intersection of Tian and Grandma, the thick green corn stalks at the waist spit out big ears of fruit. Under the illumination of Qiu Guang, it is gold and Huang Chengcheng, like a crown in a palace.

There is a big road in the middle of the hillside. The grass on the roadside is not full. Maybe they are losing weight. The small shrubs on the roadside look a little listless. I wonder if they didn't sleep well last night.

A section of road is covered with trees on both sides. Wearing a cotton-padded coat in summer and a blouse in winter has lost a lot of weight. A gust of wind blows, leaves fall down one after another, red, yellow and flowery ... like a fairy scattering flowers, and like thousands of colorful butterflies flying in the air.

An old cow was pulling a cart on the road and walked a little slowly. From time to time, she stepped on a litter and gasped.

A group of children are playing under the tree. Some of them are playing hide and seek, some are throwing sandbags, and some are playing 123 Woodenhead. Look at the clothes they are wearing, some are long trousers, some are long shorts, some are short shorts, and some are shirtless, as if they are doing a fashion show.

Looking up at the sky, I saw a flock of geese flying from the north and flying far away to the south. They lined up neatly, changing the lineup and flying in the air. One is Chinese characters, the other is adult characters, and the other is big characters. ...

The fields in autumn are really beautiful!