1, it's raining, people are walking in a hurry, and the wind is blowing around people. As I walked, I thought about what the teacher had just told me. It doesn't rain much in spring. Raindrops hit my face. I walked on the side of the road with my head down. When I turned the corner, my eyes tilted and I saw a man.

In my childhood memory, the river next to my home is so clear and quiet. There is a row of graceful weeping willows on the shore, and soft wicker dances in the breeze. In spring, white catkins float gently into the river, which makes people feel spring.

Every holiday, I will go to my grandma's river to play. In spring, everything recovers, the grass on the shore begins to sprout, and the water in the river seems to have vitality again. The river is swift and the sound in the morning is so sweet.

It was a summer day, and the sun shone on the earth as if to dry it. I play in grandma's yard. In front of me is a row of small flat-topped houses with chimneys smoking out. Every household is cooking lunch, and the sun is still roasting the earth.