Songhua River, like all the mother rivers in the world, sings and laughs all the way, thrives and nourishes all the way. It is a deep-rooted totem and symbol in the hearts of the people in Northeast China. It also gave birth to the best civilization of the northern nationalities and left profound thoughts and wisdom.
If you don't know a river, you don't know a country She is the Yangtze River. If you don't know a river, you don't know a nation. She is the Yellow River. If you don't know a river, you won't know a civilization. She is Songhua River.
Three or nine days later, the white ice raft floated on the Songhua River, just like an ark sailing at sea. In mid-June, around 5438+065438+ 10, the weather suddenly dropped and white snow began to fall. They fell into the river and froze into big ice crystals, connecting the big ice rafts together.
I like to see your sons and daughters of the red forest on both sides of the strait indomitable, fighting against the sky, and having endless fun. I like to see their saplings taking root and sprouting in the vast mountains with warm spring breeze, blue sky overhead and fertile soil under their feet. They reap happiness while sowing hope, and their bright smiles bloom on their sweaty faces.
In the past, every summer, both sides of the Songhua River were full of flowers. Weeping willows, like a girl with long hair; Flowers smile and nod frequently under the breeze. The river is crystal clear, sparkling and dazzling after the sun shines. The fish in the water happily chase and play, whispering from time to time.
Long white veins stretching thousands of miles have washed away your trickle of spring water. The mountains stand abruptly and the canyons stretch for thousands of miles, but you can't stop embracing all the rivers, rushing rapids, surging waves and roaring glory. You dyed a river of young poplars and tender willows, and thousands of crops were golden, spreading a beautiful harvest scroll: looking up at the vast mountains, the Songhua River is still embedded in the earth like a dragon, flowing down from the source.
White dye, small cottages are connected in series on both sides of the river like pearls, smoke billows from kitchen chimneys, the evening is as thin as gauze curtains, the temple bells are stirred up, and the sound is pleasant. There are relics of the leader of North Korea, Waimanchu, and the immortal legend of General Yang's killing Japan and eliminating bandits, which has made a series of thrilling ancient legends. The ruins of the ancient temple, as well as the newly built temple on the other side, can still see the splendor and magnificence of the Han family courtyard.
Beautiful Songhua River My hometown is in beautiful and rich Jilin City, a place with beautiful scenery. A winding Songhua River passes through the city, which is the most beautiful scenery in Jilin.
In spring, on both sides of the Songhua River, the snow has just melted, and only a few small flowers are blooming. When the wind blew, I nodded, as if welcoming the arrival of spring with a smile! The grass drilled its little head from the ground, and they added a touch of new green to the river.
In summer, bloom on both sides of the strait put colorful clothes on the Songhua River. The flower fairies face the Songhua River, as if they were greeting Teacher Jiang! They are getting more and more beautiful every day, as if they cherish their short life.
The Songhua River in my hometown has precipitated the growth of history and years. Time flies, but history is like gravel at the bottom of the river, which accumulates over time and becomes eternal.
Songhua River, Songhua River, Pentium Songhua River, flowing into the distance! Teenagers who used to play on the shore were dressed in military uniforms. With the jubilant waves, dreams are released!
Go to the sunrise without hesitation. Quiet Songhua River, where are you going? The teenager who played with water yesterday went to guard the border; Take a letter and hang it on your sail. Give him a bowl of Songjiang water to taste. ...
She is like a green scroll, like a flowing mirror, like a dragon, like a pair of mother's warm hands, caressing the land of Jilin. It was she who raised the residents near the river.