Four seasons Ili River

There is a river in my hometown that feeds the Ili people who have lived here for generations. It is like a mother, giving us the sweetest milk. Because of this, my hometown has never dried up. Everyone who grows here loves it. It is the mother river of the Ili people, the Ili River.

spring

In April, spring is coming. Spring is like a girl with her soft hand stroking across the river with layers of waves, and there is still snow that is not melted by the river. Standing on the bridge overlooking the Ili River, it is like a silver belt that stretches far and far to know that it blends with the pale blue sky. The river of the main road is still flowing, and sometimes the sound of the ice is coming out. The row of dry, lonely poplars standing on the banks of the river stood in the spring breeze. The spring girl gently stroked it with her hands, and some green and green shoots grew on the branches of the poplar trees. This also brings a touch of spring to the Ili River. At this time, the Yili River was filled with the fragrance of a jujube tree that people could not forget.

summer

In June, summer is coming. Summer is not as gentle as spring. The Ili River that she has stroking will roll up a big wave, and the slap on the shore will bring a heavy smell and cool breeze. The Ili River was exposed to the hot sun, and it was still cold and bitter after a day or night of exposure. The summer sun drives people into the water, and people are playing in the water. Playing, and the Ili River silently provides this kind of coolness to people. At this time, the Ili River was filled with a hint of cool river water.

autumn

In September, autumn is coming. In the blink of an eye, the earth has turned yellow, and the green trees on both sides of the Ili River have turned yellow and fluttered down like butterflies. The sunset hits the Ili River, and the Ili River instantly turns into a golden road. The breeze blows over the scales like waves. It shines like the gold on the river. The crooked river stopped until it touched the sun. The Yili River is filled with the ripe aroma of melons and fruits.

winter

December, winter is coming. The winter is like a big quilt, covering the earth, the reeds on both sides of the Ili River, and the dwarf pines are covered by the snow. The surrounding shallow water beaches are also frozen with thick ice. Everything is white, and it seems that the Ili River, who is monotonous and tasteless, is still rushing. It seems that it will never stop.

I love my hometown and love this river in my hometown. It brings me unlimited joy and happy childhood!

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