Sentence 1 1 About the riverside, the autumn wind yellowed the leaves by the river, and the leaves danced like golden elves by the river. The river looked at the golden rice fields, sang songs with the joy of harvest, and flowed to the distance.
When winter comes, this river becomes more and more lonely. The surroundings are bare, and no one wants to have a look. Only the rustling north wind roared by, and the river finally couldn't stand the cold and froze. At this time, it hopes that it will be thicker so that children can go skating, and it will no longer be lonely. Its fantasy was finally dashed, and parents had already banned their children from going near the Winter River, saying that they could not come up again if they fell into the ice cave. The river is quietly waiting for the next spring. ...
Snowflakes in winter put crystal gowns on Xiaohe, which is a fairy tale world made of pink makeup and jade. The river in winter makes people linger.
How quiet this river is in winter. The river is like a shy little girl, silent, silently flowing into the distance.
In winter, the river freezes and there is a white world everywhere. All the animals and plants are asleep quietly, and no one will come to this quiet river again.
In winter, the river is covered with a heavy snow, and the whole river is frozen hard. Suddenly, the river was full of excitement, and the children laughed and laughed. Look, someone is rolling on the river. It is really interesting! The big tree next to it has also changed into a thick white cotton-padded jacket. This is the Winter River, a unique river.
When the spring breeze blows to the river, the river begins to flow slowly forward. The trees by the river sprouted and the grass grew out of the ground. From a distance, it is green, and the wild flowers by the river are smiling. The geese flying back from the south are playing by the river with the message of spring. The river is crystal clear, blue sky and white clouds are reflected in the river, and the river is like a blooming Bai Baihe. In spring, the river becomes colorful. The farmer's uncle led the river to the field to irrigate the seedlings, and the river was full of vitality. The river not only irrigates the seedlings, but also nourishes the grass and trees in my hometown and nurtures the people in my hometown.
8. In spring, the river that has been frozen for a winter is finally free. It is flowing happily with "Hua, Hua". Just like singing spring, the wild flowers and weeds beside them are painted into interesting scenery. This is the river of spring, the river of joy.
9. In spring, the river flows slowly and there are vibrant scenes everywhere. Spring girl's green gauze covered the grass and the grass turned green at once. A child is playing by the river, and his heart is full of joy. The water in the river is cool and comfortable. Spring passed year after year, and the child grew up gradually, and the river grass witnessed her growth.
10, Chunjiang is shy. Every spring, everything recovers, the ice in the river slowly melts, and the figure of fish gradually emerges. There is a layer of green things on the shore. After a careful look, I suddenly realized that it was the grass that showed its lovely little head. A row of weeping willows on the shore also pulled out new branches. At that time, our friends could only play by the river, but they were afraid to go into the water.
1 1, spring comes to the world quietly, and the river that has slept for a winter wakes up from its dream and flows far away. On the river bank, the bamboo baby broke through the ground and the grass woke up. She borrowed a tender dress from Miss Chun and changed it for herself. Flowers greet spring with a smile and are reflected on the river like a long picture scroll. Decorated with the river, the river seems to be wearing these simple "garlands". In the blue sky, a few swallows flew in from time to time, twittering and singing beautiful songs, releasing the Buddha and praising the river.
12. This river is very beautiful in summer. In late spring and early summer, this river became our paradise. In the morning, standing by the river, lush grass and colorful wild flowers are our best playmates. We picked some small flowers from the grass and put them in our hair, stirring the crystal dew on the grass leaves with our small hands. Occasionally, butterfly girls fly lightly. At this time, we will chase the little butterfly back and forth, and occasionally step on a bright little splash on the open space on the shore, splashing all over our face, but we are very happy. At noon, I just jumped into the arms of the river to catch fish and shrimp, watching groups of fish swim happily in the water, but I couldn't catch any. Just as we were having a good time, our parents called for lunch, cursing as they walked: "You shouldn't play with water …" Nevertheless, our hearts are sweet. At night, when the sun goes down, people come to the trees by the river to enjoy the cool. At this time, the river becomes more charming and moving. The sunset reflected its face, and she was so beautiful.
13, summer is coming, and the river widens from time to time with the rain; Sometimes narrow; Sometimes very slow; Sometimes in a hurry. This river has become a free swimming pool for hometown people. This river is a paradise for children.
14. In summer, the river is full of elegant and beautiful lotus flowers of all sizes. Lotus petals are white and crimson, like a girl painted with rouge. Looking down the lotus, I saw the big green lotus leaf at a glance. Which lotus leaves are "lazy" lying on the crystal clear river, which is particularly beautiful. This is the river in summer, a beautiful river.
15. In summer, the river flows slowly, and there is a scene of full of green everywhere. The summer child came, and he hung the hot sun in the sky. The earth is scorched by the hot sun, cicadas have been singing, there are all kinds of flowers by the river, and a slim girl is standing by the river, gently holding the river. In hot summer, the river seems to get cool. The girl grew up and became an adult, no longer playing in the river as she did when she was a child. Summer after summer passed, and she began to get old again. The flowers in the river watched her grow old.
16. In summer, the burning sun scorched the earth, and it seemed that plumes of smoke appeared. At this time, people like swimming here best, and colorful swimming rings decorate the river with colorful colors. Happy laughter echoed in the sky, and the whole peace became an ocean of joy.
17, the river in autumn is the most eye-catching, and the autumn wind gently blows the Buddha on the river. The river is beautiful! Just like Miss Qiu stroking the river gently. At dusk, the beautiful sunset glow is reflected on the river, like a colorful picture scroll, and the river is like a fairy tale world.
18, autumn river is sad. Autumn is the harvest season for people. People are so busy that they seem to forget the river, and children can't play with it, because when adults are busy in the fields, children have to watch the door at home. Rivers without companions are sad. At this time, the leaves began to speak: "River, River, don't be sad, you still have me, I will play with you." So the leaves began to fall one by one, because it wanted to make the river ripple again and be happy again. There are fewer and fewer leaves until the last one is left. It says, "Xiao He, I can't accompany you anymore. I will play with you again next year. " Say that finish, it falls, draws a perfect arc and floats into the arms of the river. The center of the river is cold.
19, in autumn, the river is as calm as a mirror, smooth and smooth; Green as flawless jade. The sun shines on the river, sparkling, which reminds me of a poem, "Water and light meet in the clear sky, and the mountains are Kong Yu." It's beautiful. This is the autumn river, a quiet river.
20. In autumn, the river flows slowly and there are cool and pleasant scenes everywhere. The leaves gradually turned yellow and fell from the tree. Miss Qiu hung the red clothes on the maple tree. Cool autumn is obviously not as hot as summer, and the water in the river will get cold. A middle-aged woman sat by the river, as if thinking about something, lifted the river and got up to let it go. Autumn after autumn passed and she didn't come.
The second sentence is about the river: there are leisurely flowing water, light green water color and silky waves in the canal.
A river, like a bunch of velvet, shines in the sun, and flying stars splash between the alder and willow trees on both sides. Manbu basin
The river winds like a silver line. It sparkles like a snake scale.
Full of water, tender as water, blue waves, gently touching.
Hutuo River flows down from Taihang Mountain. Like a fierce horse, flying in the canyon.
The bright river is like a narrow path, winding on the undulating fields.
A river like a white ribbon. Curled up on the green grassland.
The river flows quietly, flashing sparkling water, just like flashing bright eyes, staring at the beautiful colors of Shan Ye in autumn.
The dark river flows in the moonlight, shining like a dream.
There is not much water in the river, but there is a lot. Green algae is like a greasy long green belt, narrow and dark green, emitting a slight fishy smell.
This river is like a silver string embedded between green curtains, flowing and jumping happily, nourishing the lush grass and urging the flowers to bloom.
The river is like a raging dragon, breaking through mountains and walls and rushing down to pray angrily.
There are beautiful mountains and strange water here. Some rivers are like naughty little girls, suddenly jumping out of underground rocks and jumping around. They wandered around for a while, then got into the cave unnoticed and disappeared.
The Yellow River twisted together like countless dragons, whirled down and roared among the narrow Shan Ye, and the white waves rushed up even higher than the hills on the shore.
The running water in the river is like overflowing mercury. Shining bright light.
The dark brown river roared between the two mountains and whirled down, making a sudden noise. Although things have changed, they last for a long time.
The water waves on the river sparkled with faint starlight. It really looks like a giant snake with smooth black scales.
The waves sparkled like thousands of jumping silver carp.
Behind the ship, an endless river gurgled, as thick as asphalt and as smooth as satin.
The river flows quietly and ripples, and it feels fast and cold when you look at it.
This river is like a stream of molten tin.
The river is full of Bai Baihe and water lilies. Like pure flowers embroidered on a green carpet.
Wind, wind, waves, waves on the river. A turbulent, somewhat black mass, like the shadow of a bird's wing, quickly jumped from one end to the other on the water.
The turbulent river, chaotic, so heavy and dim, always rushes forward.
On the river, there are only surging large light rafts, thousands of running water and flickering eddies.
The rivers in this village are very busy and never overflow. It just flows quietly, as if it were a member of every family in its coastal villages.
Neva river did not move, like a sleeping man. When he heard some noises, he opened his eyes and then closed them again. He was sleepy, and his heavy eyelids closed more tightly.
Wave after wave, overlapping like an avalanche, rolled up a huge whirlpool, violently hit the embankment and made a huge noise.
With all the load, the water rushed to the stone ridge, let the waves bloom, and then withdrew from the field, splashing white waves violently, and then bravely moved forward, just like a raging fierce horse, trying to find a way to jump over.
The river burst like a monster, panting like a wounded and painful beast.
The river makes a huge roar, like the roar of a hundred guns, and also like a whole group of wolves, showing sadness.
The beautiful river brilliantly exposed the silver box.
This river is like a wayward girl, playing with her temper endlessly, changing the environment and choosing a new channel every year.
This is a river without a lighthouse, so it presents a simple, simple and natural beauty, just like a mountain woman without decoration.
Looking around, I can only see the flood raging and the turbid waves emptying, but I can't see the north shore.
The current is swift and quite unrestrained.
The water is green, and there are not many ships coming and going. There are several wrinkles or small eddies on the mirror-like water surface here and there.
The river twists and turns in the mountains and in the sun. The scales sparkled.
The Yellow River spewed cold air in mist, which made people breathless, penetrated into the joints of bones and got into blood vessels.
Rivers crisscross and the running water is knee-deep.
The river is like a blue vein. It twists and turns on the river bed. Zhang Weng beat.
The river flows quietly like a ghost.
The Jiuqu River is like a dressing mirror, reflecting the stars and girls in the mirror.
Crystal blue light is reflected on the green river.
On the river, the inverted images of trees on the shore twisted like drunkards.