Beautiful prose describing rivers

As soon as I arrived at the river, a deep voice came into my ears from far and near. In my eyes, there is only a muddy water mixed with thick yellow sand. Without the initial rough waves, I began to turn around wearily, flowing gently and slowly in rivers with different widths, and was pushed back by the water ahead before I could get out, so there was a strange scene-when all the water flowed forward, it flowed back urgently and naturally.

The river in spring is shy. Every spring, everything recovers, the ice in the river slowly melts, and the figure of fish gradually emerges. There is a layer of green things on the shore. After a careful look, I suddenly realized that it was the grass that showed its lovely little head.

The scenery here is more beautiful in summer. The trees along the river have grown tall, and there are many lively small fish playing in the shade of a large area. The burning sun shines on the river, and the slowly flowing water is shining, golden and dazzling!

In July, there seems to be a dispute on the river-splitting into two-color tribes. The river in the distance is crystal clear and emits blue light; The nearby river is muddy, revealing a dirty soul. The rough waves near and far are so harmonious.

The bottom of the river is covered with a layer of beautiful pebbles of different sizes and shapes. Many trees have been planted by the river. The river has been flowing through the Woods and into the village. People often go to the swimming pool to wash clothes, just like the Eight Immortals party.

A river, like a bunch of velvet, shines in the sun, and flying stars splash between the alder and willow trees on both sides. Manbu basin

The river flows quietly, flashing sparkling water, just like flashing bright eyes, staring at the beautiful colors of Shan Ye in autumn.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has written into his heart.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand.

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Where the mountains end and the plains begin, the river flows into the big river.

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

The stars are down from the empty place, and the moon is surging on the river.