In my hometown, there is a big river that has nurtured the Han people here for generations. It is called the Han River and is the mother river of the people in my hometown. The sand and gravel field on the north bank of the river is a good place to watch the river.
When I was free, I came to the sand and gravel field, climbed up the high pile of rocks, and looked around - so beautiful! The river is green,
the sky is blue. In the distance, the water and the sky are connected. Although they are different colors, they are also clear. It seems that the water and the sky are one.
A few swallows occasionally pass by on the river surface, and a few small birds occasionally break into the sky, but they bring infinite vitality.
The wind came and the calm river surface stirred up waves. The sun was shining warmly in the sky, and it seemed that it was also enjoying the view of the river. The surface of the river is surging, without the majesty of the waves or the pattern of the lake.
It is gentle and quiet. It feels so kind to people - just like a loving mother, gently patting herself.
The child, coax him to sleep. Isn't the sound of the rushing water and the whistling wind just the lullaby from the mouth of a loving mother? A wave rolled over, splashing a clear water lotus on the shore. When it was accidentally illuminated by the sun, it flashed with colorful brilliance. Before one wave has gone back, the next wave comes in a hurry.
The waves catch up with the waves, the waves beat the waves, the waves cover the waves, and the waves beat the waves. Han River! Witnesses of the history of your hometown, are you telling people about the development of your hometown? Are you inspiring the younger generations to be like waves, and each generation is better than the other?
Yes, we will never forget your kindness in nurturing us. Have you seen the rapid development of your hometown in recent years?
This is your expectation and the reward from the people of your hometown!
At dusk, I walked on the stone beach of the sand and gravel field. To the west is the river. The soft breeze brings the smell of the river, fresh and cool, with a touch of country flavor, caressing me. Bending down, I picked up a handful of pebbles from the water. Oh, it’s a group of bright elves, jumping and shining in my hands
. They cover or block, support or reveal, how natural and harmonious the colors are. Looking around
Isn’t this entire sand and gravel field provided by the Han River? In summer, people play in your arms
The soft water conveys a love deeper than the sea. Who can't feel it?
The sun radiates its most beautiful colors in the west, and the mother river seems to have heard my praise, and its face flushes
.
Ah, the river in my hometown...