When beautiful spring comes, the river bank is full of beautiful wild flowers, then. How happy we children are! Barefoot, step on the sand. It's like stepping on soft cotton, jumping and yelling, chasing after each other. Sometimes I roll on the ground. Enough fun. We went to pick that little wild flower, and we picked a lot, which was not enough. Some children even joked: "I want to pick more for my little wife!" " "Made us laugh. It's noon, and we're still playing, as if we forgot to eat. We sat hand in hand by the river, singing childhood songs.
When the hot summer comes. The river rose to the shore. We are happier now. Naked and barefoot, we came to the river and jumped into the water to swim and play. Some people even hold water in their hands and sprinkle it on our faces like pearls. How comfortable and cool it is! Passers-by sat on the rocks on the shore and soaked their feet in the water. Suddenly, all the fatigue and heat were thrown out of the cloud nine.
When the cool autumn comes, the leaves float on the river, like a telegram, so that the river can carry it far away. The trees on both sides of the river bank are bent by the wind, as if combing their beautiful hair/
When the cold winter comes, a thick fog rises on the river, white and soft, giving you a mysterious feeling.
I love the mountains, rivers, grass and trees in my hometown, and I love the rivers in my hometown even more. Love its hard work, love its selfless dedication to everything!