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The place I live in has so many beautiful scenes, but every person away from home always remembers. But perhaps imprinting in me the most is the image of my home river. I don't know where the river comes from, when it flows through my village it winds its way through the middle of the village and runs endlessly towards the far horizon. The river bed is deep and wide, the widest part of the river flowing through my village is about 300-400m. Along the two banks of the river are rows of tall green bamboos shining in the clear blue water.
In the morning, when the morning rays of the sun weave on the bamboo tops and shine on the surface of the river, the surface of the river rolls up the small waves rolling on the shore, making the early morning quiet quiet with sounds of good morning. This is also the time when everyone in my village came to the river carrying water, laughter, and calls to each other. On the clear blue of the river water a few floating boats are all hurried, urgently expecting to be heavy. I see how gentle and warm the new river is. In the afternoon, when the sunset had just turned off, the last few rays of the sun shone on the surface of the river to create a beautiful picture. In the evening, when the full moon passed over the village bamboo, reflected on the sparkling river, the surface of the water rippled, the river seemed to be covered with a layer of silver. At this time we go to the river to sit and have fun and it is very interesting. In the silence of the space, I could hear the whispering of bamboo talks, the soft sounding of each wave. I feel my soul become more relaxed and comfortable after stressful studying hours. How could I forget the hot summer noon, I and the five groups gathered to bathe in the river. The cool, clear stream of water dispels the weariness and heat. The sound of jokes and dams resounding a whole river. And maybe that's why the river is attached to you? Every time I'm happy, when I'm sad, I confide in the same river, the river is like a close friend of mine. The river is so gentle and so close that when it comes to flood days, it becomes extremely intense. It carried a stream of red and alluvial red, each wave swirling like it would engulf it all. On the banks of the bamboo shoots the whole body as if to urge the water to flow faster to avoid flooding the villages.
After each round, the field was covered with silt, the rice was soon sprouted, the trees became greener. The river has been attached to how happy and sad my childhood as well as the ups and downs of my village. That's why whenever it is away from home, the river seems to be deeply embedded in my memory.
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Everyone has a homeland, everyone has a thing to remember when they talk about their homeland. Referring to my hometown, I will probably never forget the dear Dao river attached to me during the beautiful childhood years.
The Dao River is a branch of the vast Red River, which flows through my homeland. It has been there for ages, ever since I was born, the river has been peaceful there. The river stretches through many villages, everyday, fertile alluvium, the whole river like a peach silk band around the village. Every day, the peaceful, flat water imprints the whole blue sky with pink white clouds. On both sides of the bank, rows of bamboo and green willow trees stand tall and spread their long hair into the water like young women combing their hair, making designs and making love. Every time she passed the breeze, the water rippled, some leaves left branches, dangled in the air and then gently fell into the river surface, indifferently drifting like small boats.
The Dao River flows around the village, the river like a gentle mother, a source of life for the people of my hometown. It is the main source of water for the fields, vegetable fields, a valuable source of seafood, sometimes as a source of water for daily life. It is also attached to many memories of my childhood. In the afternoon, the children invite each other to the river to play and have fun. show interesting games. At that time, the river was like a gentle friend watching our children play, the water was silhouetted with bright smiles. In the evenings, women and mothers dragged themselves to the riverbank to wash and talk after a hard working day and bright moonlight illuminating the water like gold inlaid with silver. On fishing days, the river was crowded with busy boats and boats, batches of shrimp, and fish were full of spoils that the river gave to the people of my hometown.
For me, I like it the most when I sit by the river, bring my feet to the water to feel the cool, catch the fresh breeze, watch the peaceful homeland, calm, easy feeling bear that extremely peaceful. The river has always been here, existing as a truth, it is no longer just a normal river but it is an indispensable friend in my village's lifestyle. That homeland river has nurtured so many generations of children as it is today, so it is dear and respectable.
I grew up in the village water. Perhaps after the day, no matter how far I go, I will never forget my native Dao River. It always existed in me as an indelible memory of my childhood, of my homeland's heartbeat.
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