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Hometown river

My hometown is not a famous tourist resort, also does not have the beautiful green hills, spectacular waterfalls. But, there is a small river. I love my hometown, more love to the stream.
When I was young, the river almost all of my childhood.
Spring creek is shy. Every year in the spring when all things recovery, stream slowly melted the ice, the fish was gradually emerge, the shore has a layer of green, a look carefully is suddenly enlighted, originally is the grass shows cute little head. The shore of a row of willows also take out the new branch. At that time, we a few friends playing on the edge of the river, but dares not to water.
Summer is a beautiful stream. Late spring or early summer, the river became our playground. In the morning, standing on the edge of the river, the lush grass, colorful flowers, is the best playmates, we adopt small flower in the hair between the grass, with a small dial dew glistening on the grass. Occasional butterfly girl gently fly dance, then, we will be running back and forth chasing a small butterfly, occasionally like empty land on the shore on a small splash, splash face, heavy, but very happy. By noon, straight-tempered arms dived into the river to catch fish and shrimp, looked at groups of fish cheerfully in the water shuttle, but one also can not grasp. Is have fun, parents had gone to the call for lunch, walk while scolded: "shouldn't play with water..." Even so, our heart is sweet. By late afternoon, the sun is down, people have come under the tree enjoy cool air beside a river, the river have more enchanting and moving, the setting sun is red on the face of it, she is so beautiful.
The autumn river is sad. Autumn is the harvest season, people are busy and seem to forget the river, the children played with it can't, because the adults above busy, children in the home guard. Brook no one accompany, very sad. Then the leaves began to speak: "river, stream, don't be sad, you still have me, I will accompany you to play." Then the leaves began to pieces of litter, because it want the stream back to ripple, to be happy. Leaves less and less, until just the last one, it said: "the river, I can't accompany you for a long time, I play with you again next year." Say that finish, it fluttered, draw a perfect arc float into the arms of the river. The stream of the heart is cool.
Winter has come, the stream grew more lonely. Around are already naked, no one willing to come to see it at a glance, only cold north wind roared, the river finally couldn't stand cold, frozen. At this time, it want to have ice thicker, in that way, children will be able to go skating, it will no longer be lonely. The illusion of it eventually, parents don't allow children close to the river in winter, already said it couldn't come up to fall into ice. Creek waiting quietly, waiting for the coming year when flowers blossom...
Hometown of river ah, I can't stay with you all the year round, just want to say to you, you will always be my heart the most beautiful stream.