Historical geography class the teacher let us write an impromptu on the spot with their closest living river, ah must be prose, poetry what the halo ~! Think he fell dead of the ~ ~ last night finally organized into electronic text issued in the past Now put her here. First affirm mm not to laugh! mm Although this looks like the students to write the same, Oh it :-)
be a log Note: The following is a personal originality, all rights reserved, without my permission, shall not be reproduced publication types
river of change
(greenery)
my home in the depths of the Dabie Mountains of West Anhui mm is not an economically prosperous little village. She's surrounded by wrapped in the steep mountains, clear rivers an impulse from north to south section of the mountain barrier, breaking the silence of the mountains and guarded. streams of sweet milk with her feeding her children on both sides, a piece of farmland, houses along a channel lined up on both sides. my family is that hundreds of families in a village, next to the river to flow from my house.
child, crystal clear stream of water, lightly, softly, with a touch of sweet taste. joyous lightness of touch with flowing water and smooth stones beautiful flow of the distance. morning fog dispersed, moderate morning shines on the human face, people feel a little comfortable, relaxed clothes basket full of women leaving for, carry the kegs to the small river, a busy day starts from here. far, you can hear the waves of grace and rhythmic rubbing sound of hammer, this is the rhythm of the morning.
summer, the small volume partners from Kutong and sleeves, little by little into a small river, fishing, catching shrimp and catch crabs. If the odds, the scene may spectacular. is often a burst of spray lifted one side to make him fall on the other mm this be and also those of us born in the era of the children change during the most wonderful memories of childhood.
more beautiful river in winter. North of snow is the atmosphere, the South seems to be gentle snow, mountain snow and we seem off than plain but also more masculine. and often accompanied by the unique mountain winds mm deep as the , the entire mountain is mostly covered with white snow, the river has changed into a snow, the river still flows though, it lost its former passion and bright, more like a sleeping beauty in the little bit of flow mm mm phase mapping with the surrounding mountains, a quiet of a dynamic, static in action, just like a beautiful village landscape winter landscape plans.
passage of time, as the years of erosion, the river changed.
I do not know when, the river next to a bare road repair mm said to be to venues tend sparsely mm is to give full play to the potential advantages we area, to develop forest industries. due to upstream of trees were felled, along with middle and lower reaches of the vegetation is destroyed, one of the summer, the original tender to the small rivers have changed rude and bad temper. river flood, carrying sand washed away farmland and crops on both sides, the Government had to spend a lot of money constructing embankments. As to the construction of embankments, as if built between people and a river to longing looks, prostrate on the water, turn a piece of rough stones, and occasionally turn to the smell of the crab with an ecstatic expression when the heart can not help but thrown up a number of sorrow and grief and loss. creek without a joyous past, people Perhaps because life really better off because of it, and use the water mm they seem to have forgotten that they had previously been feeding the river, the river in their view, it has no value for themselves, became the afterthought and even, in their view, disasters and failures are the fault of the river washed away the river mm seems to be their farmland.
This is the river near my home I grew mm a river, a childhood made me rich War is no longer the lonely river colorful. Now, she has become senile, become familiar with, is no longer in my memory to which the beautiful river, we seem to divide between them and her.
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