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Qingshui River, picturesque: on the embankment, the grass is dense, and the sun is full of beauty; On the shore, willows are in rows, and soft branches hang down on the mirror-like river; In the water, small fish flock, some swim lightly, some jump, and some stick to the bottom of the river; On the river, swallows fly around, chirp and beat the water from time to time.

The rivers on the grassland are wild and quiet. After every rainstorm, mountain torrents will rush into the Hexiong River. Suddenly, it was like a group of wild Huang Ma. Thousands of flying hooves hit the rumbling waves and rushed to Jasper Lake with unstoppable momentum. But if it clears up in two days, the flood will immediately subside, and the grass will suck up all the dirt like a sponge, showing a clear blue water surface on the shallows.

..... There is a small river in front, which is said to be neither deep nor shallow, and it gathers mountain springs. The wide place, like a deep pool, is crystal clear, with willows dancing and green grass on both sides.

River, deeply yearning for a quiet lake. It crossed the barrier of thousands of waters in Qian Shan and finally came to this clear, quiet, beautiful and wide lake. In order to integrate with it, the wide lake was made wider.

What a beautiful river! Clear, green, quiet and charming. From a distance, it is so green, as green as an emerald belt; Looking closely, it is clear enough to see fish and shrimp swimming at the bottom of the river. At night, the curved crescent moon is reflected on the clear and transparent river, so beautiful and gentle. At this time, the river is even more charming.

The happiest thing is the river, just like a lively girl, singing and jumping, poking at the roots of old trees, flapping the yellow-brown cliffs, stepping on the stones on the beach and running carefree. A fish jumps out of the river from time to time, making the river more interesting and innocent.

The river is full of spring water, with ice from the upstream, flowing happily. Every small whirlpool is a smile, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, reflecting the bright green of the early spring on both sides of the strait, and the voice is soft and cheerful.