Rivers in my hometown

The river flowing through my hometown is so pure, with simple style and persistent pursuit; From the long ancient times to the modern civilized society, I don't know how many years it has gone through. However, she always nourishes the children of the mountain people with her sweet milk and sniffs the thousand-year history of the cottage with her own blood. The warmth of her kiss in the body of the mountain people is like a love song that will never be lost. There are songs of maternal love, which are soft and firm in her blood.