Small river in hometown

Hongchuan, a small third-grade class, Wang Shangfu

There is a small river in front of our village called the Ball Creek River. The river is very quiet, just like an obedient child. When the summer river rises, the rumbling flow is like Liu Xiang who is rushing to the end.

In the spring, the willows along the small river sprouted, and the verdant branches hang in the water. The breeze blew the branches and swayed with the wind, adding a little spring to the river. Under the willow tree is full of laughter and laughter, there are grandfathers fishing, some aunts are washing clothes, and children are catching.

In the summer, when the temperature is dry, the rice fields are dried up, and the seedlings are withered. They seem to be saying, “Give me water, let me die.” People quickly lifted the water pipes and pumped the rice fields in the river.

In the autumn, the rice is ripe, and the river is flowing, it seems to be saying: "I help you grow rice, and bring you a good harvest. I am very happy."

In the winter, the creek is frozen, like wearing a warm cotton jacket. It says to the winter grandfather: "Thank you, Grandpa Winter, I can finally take a break."

How beautiful is the river in my hometown, I love the small river in my hometown.

Third grade: Wang Shangfu