Write a composition of about 480 words about rivers in my hometown.

1. Writing composition: River in my hometown, about 480 words. There is a river in front of my house.

The crystal clear rivers and verdant willows decorate our hometown, and they have also melted into my mysterious and colorful childhood dreams. The rivers of the four seasons accompany me to grow up.

In the spring river, the ice and snow melt, and the song "Ding-dong, Ding-dong" flows forward. The tree also put on bright green clothes, and it danced with the wind accompanied by the river.

Swallows fly back from the south, and some fly from rice fields here to willow trees there in an instant; Some pass through the tail tip of the lake and occasionally touch the water surface, and you will see the ripples around. The river is very loud in summer.

If it rains heavily for several days, the clear river will become turbid. But in 20 minutes, the river will be clear.

Xiaohei is like a young and diligent young man. It is full of vigor and vitality.

You see, there are a group of children playing in the water on the other side. Sometimes they come out of the water and suddenly spit at you. Sometimes I go to the bottom and touch a handful of mud to wipe my face; Listen, in the distance, there is a faint sound of cock crowing and dog barking, the sound of fishing boats casting nets nearby, the sound of playing with bamboo poles, the sound of playing, the sound of running water ..... They are mixed with natural music and reverberate over the river. In autumn, the sound of the river becomes smaller.

The leaves on the tree turned yellow and fell into the water to become a boat. The little ant became the captain and set sail. The river is like an old man wandering around the world, returning to his hometown to find his ancestors. He put on a golden dress, brought heavy ears of rice and full corn, brought a yellow leaf letter full of greetings, and stumbled from the village head.

The breeze is blowing gently, and the river is rippling layer by layer, just like the old man spreading his wrinkled smiling face. In winter, the river is frozen solid and quiet as if it were asleep.

At this time, friends will go skating on the river in groups of three or five, chasing each other, and laughter echoes on the river. Ah! The river in my hometown, the river in my dream! My love for you is not because of the changes of the times, but because of your beauty, your diligence, your selflessness and your persistent spirit, which will be buried in my heart.

There is a clear, sparkling and singing river in the back hill of my hometown. It has neither the spectacular roar of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River nor the charming scenery of the Lijiang River, but in my heart, the river in my hometown will always be a unique scenery. When the spring girl came from the edge of the season, the river that had been sleeping for a winter slowly opened its bright eyes in the laughter of the quack duck. The river bank is covered with colorful wild flowers. You see, the clear river is full of a river, flowing slowly, and groups of small fish swim happily among the young grass. Isn't this just like many beautiful girls taking light steps? A wisp of spring breeze is blowing, and the intoxicating floral fragrance is moving. It simply constitutes a fantastic landscape painting, which makes you dazzled. The gentle spring girl left, and then my brother Xia came. At this time, the photographers of the four seasons also changed the river into another lens-a lush green. This green is bright and green beyond description. At this time, wild flowers and willows grow by the river. The river turned into colored satin. This summer, this river has also become a paradise for children. Children go swimming in the river every day after school. Like frogs, they plopped into the water. They swim, play and hide-and-seek in the river. After playing, it is evening. They are lying in shallow water one by one, and the faint night fog gently covers the river bank like mysterious white gauze. Mountain villages and distant mountains are hazy. The stars rising in Ran Ran on the horizon blinked wittily, and the last sunset glow lit them up. The breeze gently blows the shovel, and the river caresses them gently, as if they were sleeping in their mother's arms. Ah! The river in my hometown, how I love you! You are a poem, a painting and a beautiful song. You will sing in my heart forever and flow in my pulse.

Writing a composition on the river in my hometown 450 Because there is love in my hometown, and I only love my hometown, I can't give up. Because there are close family members and intimate friends there, I miss my hometown, my hometown home, my hometown people, my hometown affairs and the river where my childhood memories flow again.

That river is not as imposing as the Hutuo River; There is also no decent name, because it was dug first in the old society, so people call it "old river"; The bridge on the river is not beautiful, but there are two piers at the left and right ends, and the deck is paved with flat slate.

Yes! It is so ordinary, not outstanding at all, but it is the mother river that feeds one side of the water and soil! It is particularly gentle, really like a loving mother, never endangering the people, but dedicating herself to the people in the four seasons!

In spring, people began to plant trees and farm fields, and all the water used for irrigation came from her. Not only is she not angry, but she also silently breeds gifts for us next season.

Before midsummer, we began to get busy. Little friends are busy looking around for bamboo poles to make fishing rods, then looking for grandpa from the blacksmith's shop to help bend a needle into a hook, and finally hanging the hook on the rod head with silk thread, and the fishing rod is ready.

In midsummer, friends will carry homemade fishing rods one by one and accept delicious fish as a gift prepared by the old river. By noon, the fish had filled a can, and his body was sweaty with the burning sun. Nothing! Just jump into the river and dive, and you'll be comfortable again! The clothes are wet? It doesn't matter. By the time we got home, the clothes were already dry. In the afternoon, the girls who wash clothes come to the river. I often play with my sister. However, I'm here to make trouble. Sprinkle some water on their faces while they're not looking. After a while, they also began to make trouble. They put their clothes aside and had a water fight. They had a good time. ...

In autumn, the old river has become a good helper for farmers' uncles. In my hometown, there is a lot of rain in autumn, and the old river channel allows excess rain in the field to flow into the river channel through the channels in the field, thus preventing the occurrence of waterlogging. At the end of autumn, the farmer's uncle had a bumper harvest, but he had to thank the old river!

My hometown has four distinct seasons, it is particularly cold in winter, and there is snow everywhere. But the old river is still a good place for us to play. In winter, there is thick ice on the old river, and all the partners regard it as an ice rink and slide on it without worrying about ice crack. Children are too timid to play this game, so they have snowball fights on the shore.

Lao He, although you are far away from home, you are in my heart in your hometown of in my heart forever!

There is a river in my hometown. According to my grandmother, it's called Luohe. It has a long history and has worked hard for thousands of years.

Before I went to school, I lived in my hometown, and Luohe brought me unlimited fun.

Spring has come, and the banks of the river are lush, with green plants, herbs and flowers everywhere. At this time, the ship that had rested for a winter began to get busy. I have been looking forward to my aunt taking me to the river to wash clothes. My aunt beat clothes with a wooden stick. I play with water for a while and catch butterflies and grasshoppers in the grass on the shore for a while.

Sometimes, we play by the river until evening. At this time, it is the most beautiful time in Luohe. A faint mist, like a mysterious white gauze, gently hangs over the river bank. From a distance, the mountain village and the distant mountains are hazy. Gradually, several stars appeared on the horizon, and they blinked wittily. On the treetops, a bright moon is like a bow, and at the head of the village, there is a rough Shaanxi opera from time to time. This scene is really poetic.

The summer before school started, my father took me back to Xi 'an. At that time, I cried sadly. I really hate to leave this beautiful river in my hometown. It is my best friend, and the rushing river has flowed into my heart.

After school, I always miss the river in my hometown. Whenever I think about it, my heart is full of excitement.

Last summer vacation, I finally returned to my dream hometown. When I came to Luohe, I was suddenly shocked. The green vegetation and bright wildflowers in my memory are gone, and my eyes are full of yellow sand, and there are scenes washed away by floods everywhere. In the turbid and turbulent river, ships are floating up and down, and the ferry is full of goods to be transported. My aunt said, "In the past, the village was poor and could not afford to repair the riverbank or the bridge. In recent years, people in the village have gradually become rich, and we plan to build dams and bridges next year. In the future, we are no longer afraid of floods. " Finally, I bid farewell to my hometown with a heavy heart.

This summer vacation, I returned to my hometown that I miss very much. When I came to Luohe again, I was shocked again. I saw two magnificent banks erected on both sides of the river, and the river was clear and docile. On the shore, flowers are blooming, vegetation is lush, reeds are green, and willows are one. On the beach next to the river bank, there are many fish ponds. From time to time, the fish jump out of the water and greet me as if flying. What surprised me most was that there was a white bridge where the boat ferried. There is a lot of traffic on the bridge, and an asphalt road extends far across the bridge. A brand-new street appeared beside the highway at both ends of the bridge, and shops and restaurants miraculously filled the streets. There are several village-run factories behind the street, with tall chimneys soaring into the sky. Aunt said: "The fish at home can't be eaten by themselves, and they are all sold to Xi 'an. The candied dates produced here have also crossed the ocean and are exported to foreign countries! Dad is also very emotional: "the reform and opening up is good, I can really write" Luohe Great Change "! "

The charming evening has arrived, and I am looking forward to this picturesque time. When the smoke curled up and night fell, a string of lights lit up on both sides of the Luohe River, reflected in the clear river, connected with countless stars in the sky, illuminating my heart.

4. Write a composition of about 500 words on the river in my hometown. I think I am familiar with my hometown. My hometown is a small village in Huangshi, Hubei. I grew up there since I was a child. There is nothing unusual in the village except the river behind it.

This river in my hometown has its unique scenery all year round, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In spring, the river in my hometown is green and surrounded by trees. The green river, covered with sunshine, is permeated with rainbows, and colorful bubbles are constantly emerging, just like little dolls sticking out of the water. There is also a thin layer of moss on both sides of the river, which seems to be an emerald given to the river by Grandpa Earth.

In summer, the river "bathes" itself again. The river is crystal clear, and you can see the aquatic plants growing under the water. The fish jumped about in the river as if to say, "It's too hot. I want to come out to cool off. " Further on, you can see two rows of neat and lush trees, standing straight and motionless, like soldiers defending our beautiful homeland.

In autumn, lush trees change from green to orange, from bright orange to light yellow, and from this color to khaki. How ever-changing it is! The fallen leaves fell to the water as if playing hide-and-seek with them. Bubbles come out here and hide there.

In this most beautiful season, winter. In winter, the river will be covered with a thin layer of ice. Grandpa Sun is still on duty. It looks at the river in the mirror and gives off colorful light from under the ice. The tree also put on a snow-white cotton-padded jacket. Those mosses have receded, and people who have never been there before will definitely not know that mosses have grown there before.

Throughout the year, in addition to the people in that village, there are also painters who have painted four beautiful hometown river scenes.

As a person in this village, I am very proud because there is an extraordinary river.

There is a beautiful river in my hometown. Although it is not as magnificent as the sea and as beautiful as the mirror of the West Lake, it is still the most beautiful in my mind.

In spring, the river is in bud, the ice in the river melts, and the river returns to its old vitality, singing and flowing far away. The sun shines on the river. At this time, there was a bird song, and the students must know it. That is a swallow from far away.

The garden by the river is alive again. There are many beautiful flowers, including white and elegant lilies, rich peonies and golden winter jasmine.

Of course, I also have my favorite-peach blossom. In summer, the sun is like fire, and the lush willows almost cover the river, as if holding a big parasol for the river.

The lotus flowers in the river are blooming, which is very beautiful! In the river, fish are playing games happily. Huh? At this time, what, round big head and long tail, this is of course the baby of mother frog-tadpole, with a big fish around. I guess it's helping tadpoles find their mothers.

At this moment, a group of ducks swam over. Their quack woke me up in meditation.

Look at these ducks. Sometimes they sing with their heads held high, and sometimes they drink with their heads down. At noon, the children who had had enough fun jumped into the water. They had a good time in the water.

In autumn, the leaves on the tree are yellow, and a breeze blows, falling one by one, like yellow butterflies and small parachutes. Leaves fall into the water from time to time, and golden flowers dot the plain clothes in the river.

In winter, the river is covered with ice, the goose feather-like snowflakes turn into a silver world in the sky, and the trees on the river bank seem to be full of flowers. It's really "like spring breeze, night comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"! River, it is the symbol of my hometown. I love my hometown, and I love the river in my hometown even more.

6. "The River in My Hometown" Composition 450 words My grandmother lives in Ruansi Village. As soon as she went out, there was a river. He is moody and eccentric. Sometimes gentle, sometimes beautiful and lively, sometimes turning your face and turning pages.

When the weather is clear, the river is calm. The river ripples in circles from time to time. In the early morning, the flaming morning glow is printed on the river, and the fish scales are beautiful and touching, which makes people relaxed and happy. The river seems to be a green jade belt, flowing quietly through small bridges and small villages. Why the river is so beautiful is because my hometown is Shaoxing, a typical water town in the south of the Yangtze River, near the upper reaches of Jianhu Lake, and is known as "Venice of the East". Here, the blue waters and criss-crossing river networks, coupled with fertile fields along the Yangtze River, constitute a picturesque land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River.

This river is beautiful all year round. In spring, the flowers here are colorful and printed on the river like colorful silks and satins. The summer sun is like fire, and the trees here are shaded, which makes people particularly like it. In autumn, it is golden everywhere, and the river becomes golden and attractive. In winter, I like the crystal white of the earth wrapped in silver. The river was covered with a thin layer of ice, which shyly covered my face and showed a lovely smile in the middle. How beautiful the four seasons of this river are.

Although the river is calm most of the time, it sometimes turns against each other. When it is about to rain heavily, the sky is gloomy, and the river seems to be angry, as if it is competing with God. The sea kept making waves and even wanted to overturn the ship. Ships going out to sea came ashore one after another, and countless splashes immediately hit the water. I can't help but think of the poem "Looking at the Lake Building and Drunk Book": Dark clouds can't cover the mountain, while white rain jumps over the boat. Lightning, followed by deafening thunder, cheered for the surging waves of the river. Thousands of water curtains finally fell down on the river, like transparent glass flowers blooming on the river. They scrambled to open it, with different postures and expressions. Ah, I witnessed this scene and was deeply moved. Isn't the river like playing a symphony of destiny?

This river is quiet and beautiful, lively and lovely.

There is a crystal clear river in front of my grandmother's house. The river is covered with green grass. Water plants are round, like small flowers. As soon as the wind blows, he floats away with it. There are many reeds in the middle of the river, which are in full bloom. As soon as the wind blows, it seems to bend down and nod to me.

You can often see groups of small fish and shrimp playing in the water next to the aquatic plants. Ducks also play in the river all day. Occasionally, I will dive into the water with my head up and my feet up to catch fish and shrimp in the water. Fish sometimes swim very fast, and ducks feel dejected; Fish sometimes becomes delicious for ducks. At this time, the duck will raise its head and croak excitedly. Reed has become a good place for ducks to enjoy the cool.

Summer in the river is the most beautiful and lively time, and lotus leaves and lotus flowers can be seen everywhere in the water. Unfortunately, growing in deep water, we can't pick full lotus seeds. Only when adults paddle a small wooden basin to pick in their leisure time can they eat fresh lotus seeds. But it doesn't matter, the shallow water area has become a "paradise" for children to escape from the summer. We took off our coats and played in the water. The river is full of our laughter.

I only went back a few times in the summer vacation, and now I can't help laughing in retrospect! The river in my hometown, how I miss you, where I have happy childhood memories!

My hometown is Sanmenxia, Henan. I like going to the Botanical Garden and Dennis, the supermarket in the city center, but I like the Yellow River, which surrounds my hometown day and night.

The Yellow River is the birthplace of Chinese civilization and the "mother river" of the Chinese nation. This 5000-kilometer-long river is the second longest in China.

The Yellow River water is khaki, because it flows through the Loess Plateau and brings a lot of sediment, so it is famous for its sediment. The sand it brings is fine and soft, so it is comfortable to step on it.

I like the charming scenery along the Yellow River. Every April and early spring, the scenery there is particularly beautiful. It is a wonderful enjoyment to meet friends and visit the Yellow River on weekends. During the summer vacation, my family got up early and went to the Yellow River to watch the sunrise. The flaming morning sun lifted its veil and presented a wonderful and brand-new world in the sun.

The morning glow in the sky is like pieces of burning gauze. The sun came out, and thousands of golden rays passed through the treetops like arrows and shone on the rolling Yellow River. The Yellow River seems to have brightened a lot and turned golden yellow. It's very beautiful! At noon, it's time for lunch. We chose the best place for the picnic.

I am very happy to eat my own food and enjoy the beautiful scenery around me. After the picnic, we can play by the Yellow River. When we are tired of playing, we can sit on the beach and pick up the clay figurine. Very interesting! My mother often tells me that the water we drink is the water of the Yellow River, and we can't live without the water of the Yellow River, just as children can't live without their mothers.

I love the mother river in my hometown.

9. Write a 500-word composition on the theme of "The River of Hometown", have dinner and chat, and bring up an endless topic-hometown.

Everything is natural and simple. Water is a clear spring flowing out of a mountain gap without any pollution; Trees, towering old trees in the original ecology, can't throw in any sunshine; The courtyard is an antique quadrangle with four courtyards. If every household is connected in series, it will be a huge antique exhibition. The mountain is vertical, and even people look "three-dimensional". When one family visits another, they have to climb up. People and animals coexist and are in harmony. ...

The tranquility in the mountains is incomparable in the middle of the night in big cities. Hundreds of years of history have precipitated this village with mountains and water, and dozens of generations have worked hard to build a thriving place. Sitting quietly in the mountains can simply make people forget all kinds of things and reach a state of great enlightenment. A few breaths of the air here can be said to be the most real enjoyment. ...

Grandma said that when she was young, the village was very lively. Children flocked down the river, catching tadpoles and going up the mountain to eat vegetables and fruits. People cook at sunrise and rest at sunset every day, which is very enjoyable. At that time, it was really the happiest time in my life. ...

Now, the water is still so clear, the trees are still so green, and people are scattered, leaving only a few families. "Alas, they all moved away ..." Grandma's sigh made people feel helpless. Without the lively scene of the past, the lonely village is located there, infinitely desolate.

People in the village yearn for city life.

But who would have thought that at the same time of moving, did you lose anything?

10. Hometown River Composition 500 words written in the third person Many people like the majestic Yangtze River and Yellow River, and many painters go to great lengths to paint, but I like the river in my hometown. Although it is only a small tributary of the Ganjiang River, it has nurtured several generations of children in my hometown, so it is the mother river of our hometown-Fuhe River.

In the morning, before the sun rises, the river wind is a little cold. The wind blows on the river, and the river ripples slightly. Occasionally, I saw several fishing boats casting nets for fishing, and the willows on the shore hung their branches on the river, like a girl combing her hair. There are some grandfathers. Grandma exercises in the garden built by the river. Some run, some do exercises and some dance swords. After a while, the sun showed half a smiling face, like a shy little girl, refusing to show it. After a while, the sun came out completely, and the two sides of the river were full of excitement. Hanoi is sunny and sparkling. It's really beautiful.

At noon, the sun jumps on the water and the Fuhe River becomes warm. The shining light on the river fell on the cliffs on both sides, so the whole Fuhe River rippled. By the river, I occasionally saw several women washing clothes by the river. They play with each other and seem to forget their fatigue.

In the afternoon, before sunset, the reflections of cliffs on both sides of the river rushed to the center of the river, leaving only a line on the river shining in the sky. Some people sit by the river and fish leisurely with fishing rods. They sat by the river without saying a word for fear of scaring away the fish. Fuhe River flows calmly and gently, like a bright belt.

Night finally came, and the lights on the shore and the bridge lit up one after another, and colorful lights were reflected on the river, which was beautiful in an instant. Some adults are singing and dancing by the river, and some grandfathers are playing the erhu and sitting around with several listeners. They are all intoxicated with it and can't bear to be disturbed.

Fuhe River in my hometown is not only beautiful, but also makes Fuzhou people live freely. I think this is another reason why I like Fuhe.