A passage describing the rural scenery.

1. In the early morning, before the fish in the river woke up, people had poked their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog is very thick, and there is no one opposite. When the two boats approached, they both broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that it was close, but the ships were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old fisherman here, 78 years old, with a fair face and a Hong Zhong voice. "Small fish and shrimp for sale-",although it is a common cry, makes people intoxicated. When you wake up with a cup of tea, you feel comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that it was dark, he stood at the stern and raised a line of mud and urine. Many of them have been scolded by their wives, and the water for cooking has to be picked from this river! There are often two lovely birds, holding the top of the willow tree by the river, with their eyes facing each other, singing chirp, infinite tenderness and snuggling up to each other. A pair of carp came out in the morning to get some air, taking advantage of the fog and playing to their heart's content, regardless of the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun is shining, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early, nothing more than two things, burning incense at night and making breakfast. In this place, people's toilets are often by the river, and men and women do their own things and go hand in hand, but they don't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work.

2. I always wake up naturally in the morning and the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter. The singing of birds has gradually decreased from the enthusiasm and noise of singing. I think it's to catch insects after the party. Occasionally, a sweet singer flew away crying. Get up and look at the time on your mobile phone. It's not six o'clock yet. The sun is already in the bushes, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall. The light cast in the house was covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rose and sank happily in the light, like dancing in the morning light. Pack up mom, push her to sit in the sun and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be leisurely.

There is a path between villages. Both sides of the path are covered with fragrant flowers, and the intoxicating fragrance enchants the children who run in March in spring. Country Road is a March story that stretches and climbs between villages. There are countless folks on the country road. There are naive children leading spring kites through country roads, old people leading plowed cows through the roads, and rural girls with dark and thick braids through the roads. A strong young man crossed the path with two full buckets. Sing a cheerful song on the country road every day, and happily sing a beautiful story of March and spring, extending to the distant fields.

There is a path between villages, which is a story of spring. Countless simple villagers pass by the path every day. There is a clear stream beside the path, and the story of the country "Ding Dong, Ding Dong and Ding Dong" is flowing on the blue grass. In the story, there are hopes that the old cow will work hard in the fields and have a good harvest, and there are laughter and laughter when the children come back from school. In the story, a butterfly dances among the flowers in the village, and the air is filled with spring songs and dances.

The path between villages is the most beautiful story in spring. The poem written in March depicts a spring home in China. Countless country stories, singing songs in ancient villages along country roads. There are several huts in the field as the jumping notes of the stream flow far away. The sunset glow shines on the hut, and the smoke from the kitchen is filled with the dream of the country, drifting towards the long white clouds and the ancient countryside.

The path between villages is an extension of dreams, and there is a deep affection between villages. The path between villages is the homesickness of the bright moon, the mountains of my hometown, and the loneliness and loneliness of a distant foreign land. The path between villages is the color of flowers, and the gorgeous color turns into the light of years, shining in the dazzling spring in March. A kind of peaceful and quiet beauty depicts a beautiful and harmonious rural pastoral.

The path between villages is the cloud of hometown, floating alone in the long blue sky, floating with a youth ballad. Love in the countryside is the fruit in the orchard, which germinates in spring, matures in summer, harvests in autumn and flies in winter. On the country road, you entrust the dream of a wanderer to a distant guest. On the country road, you write about the life between villages, flying dreams and clouds in the harmonious fields.

Walking through the country road, walking through the spring in March, walking through the kite in March, walking through the countryside in March and walking through the country road are all the worries of my hometown. In a long alley, I am worried about my hometown and country at the same time. Caring is also a yearning. In a distant foreign land, I miss the old dream, the hope of returning to the field, the white clouds flying in the blue sky and the passion of dancing youth. Country Road is a poem with vicissitudes of life.

Country roads are songs of life. In the ancient stories, in the poems of the years, in the clean stream, in the diary of life and in the composition of the years, there is a scarecrow in the country, guarding the happy future for this beautiful country in the field. We children who live in cities always feel that there are tall buildings, wide and clean streets, beautiful and wide squares, supermarkets and shopping malls rich in goods ... some look down on the vast countryside and countryside! What impressed me most was that every year when the school organized a spring outing, especially during the winter and summer vacations, my parents would take me to Lushan and travel around Qionghai. Or visit relatives and friends in the countryside. Ah! When I arrived in the suburbs, I always felt that everything was exceptionally fresh, the water was exceptionally clear, the sky was exceptionally blue, the trees were exceptionally green, and the air was exceptionally fresh. It makes people feel particularly refreshed and not tired at all.

My friend, when we walk into Wenchang's countryside, everything recovers in spring, and it is pink and green. Winter jasmine is in full bloom, and Yin Yan flies from the south ... It's a scene of spring. In summer, everything is thriving, flowers are in full bloom, and the seedlings in the rice fields are green, just like laying a green carpet on the ground. The orchard is full of lush foliage, fruits and vitality ... In autumn, the rice in the rice ball is golden yellow, as if laying a golden carpet on the rice field, which looks particularly dazzling from a distance. Pomegranates in the orchard show round smiles. Persimmon trees are covered with many small red lanterns, which seem to convey the good news of harvest to people, and farmers' uncles are all smiling.

Ah! Friends, cities, villages and villages are very different. After studying, let's step out of the city and go to the countryside to enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature, pay off the fresh air and broaden our horizons!

The scenery in the countryside is a beautiful picture. Their customs are quite different from ours. Their customs have their own characteristics. Let me tell you something about the countryside I saw!

When I was eight years old, my grandparents and I went to an ancient village. It is not only a village, but also a tourist attraction. Many people either saw the scenery there, painted there, painted there, or recorded the beautiful scenery here! Houses in rural areas are very remote, similar to those in ancient rural areas. Every household has a small ditch that flows at any time. He is the artery of these houses. The willows there are also very charming. Look at that long weeping willow, it really looks like Miss Liu's braid, so tender and smooth! Pink and white lotus flowers are very beautiful. From time to time, several dragonflies landed on the lotus. This scene suddenly reminds me of a poem, in which there is a sentence: "Excellent talents show sharp corners, and dragonflies stand on them." Lotus is beautiful, the lake is magical, and there is a clear lake that is spiritual. From 7 am to 8 am, people can drink water. If you taste it carefully, you can taste a little sweetness. I can make women kneel on the slate and beat clothes from 4 pm to 5 pm. Now I have seen some women beating clothes!

There are many painters by the lake. Willow reflected on the lake, and the lake turned green. Lotus is reflected on the lake, and the lake is rich; Dragonflies are reflected on the lake, and the lake becomes cheerful!

Ah! I seem to be intoxicated in this beautiful country. It's really "the ship sails on the blue waves, and people travel in the picture world"!

Pastoral air is fresh, pastoral sky is blue, pastoral scenery is unique, and pastoral will make you linger.

In the morning, fresh air and cool breeze will refresh you. Look! Birds are twittering in the morning songs, streams are flowing slowly, the sun shines warm sunshine on the countryside, willows are full of vitality, and birds are singing with relish.

At noon, the weather was sultry, not as cool as in the morning, so cicadas sang "Know Know Know Know Know" in chorus ... In the morning, the birds were tired and slouched on the branches, and the willows bent down with fatigue. Children in the countryside jumped into the stream one by one. The stream greeted the children, hugged them with water flowers, played water fights and splashed water balloons. Their laughter and happy mood melted into the air, adding a little fun to the sultry noon.

At dusk, a wisp of smoke comes from the top of the mountain in the distance, and there is still a trace of residual heat when the hand touches the ground, and there is a trace of warmth in the cool breeze. Looking at the sky, I saw that the crimson sunset glow had dyed half the sky red. The blue sky turned into a crimson skirt. Beautiful sunsets have different shapes. Two horses ran in the air and disappeared. Which magician dressed the dusk so beautifully and charmingly?

At night, the sun reluctantly left the sky, and the beautiful moon sprinkled a piece of Yin Hui on the quiet earth. The gentle moonlight shines on the stream, which is more beautiful. The sky is like a blue Persian carpet, inlaid with yellow "little gems" and "twinkling stars are full of little stars" The little stars are singing sweet songs. Quiet and charming night, chicken. Dogs. Cats. Ducks. Everyone fell asleep, flowers and grass fell asleep, and people entered a sweet dream.

Pastoral picturesque, poetic and song-like, pastoral beauty makes people want to stay!

1 faint lake, windmill, green grass, small house, what a comfortable and prosperous tulip field, a burst of fragrance, the windmill is turning leisurely! Is this a dream? Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting! Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass. Its surroundings are green. The green is amazing, the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery. There are 1 faint lakes, windmills, green grass and small houses. How delightful!

Tulip fields are booming, fragrant and windmills are spinning! Is this a dream?

Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting!

Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass.

Surrounded by full of green, the green is amazing, the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... The rain falls from the sky and comes to the world in a subtle, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Touching the square earth, Mo Mo loves all creatures on the earth.

Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.

However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.

I know, it is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying down the clear wheat grains of Hayes to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from glittering and translucent to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission?

Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.

However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.

I know, it is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying down the clear wheat grains of Hayes to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from glittering and translucent to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission?

6 cleverness is the other side. How can such a light rain not make people excited? How to stop people staring at the window?

When the rain dimly blurs the line of sight, the dry movement in the deep heart is silent. Just like the original messy building in the sun, after the noise of fine dust was washed away by rain, it began to show its patchwork under the casual rendering of gray. The white and gray buildings set off the boundless sky with grid lines.

The houses in the distance are blurred in the looming, covered with mysterious veil, shaking the uneven shadows of trees and conveying illusory beauty in the rain. In the change of late autumn, blue and yellow also reduce the clarity and aggressiveness of a few inches of sunshine and increase the gentle whisper in the wind. Whether stupid or angry, it is the poet's deep affection.

So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself wander on the pastoral path. Throw away the diaphragm of the umbrella and have the closest contact with Xiaoyu.

I didn't realize the change of season until the coolness penetrated my thin dress. Life in the south is like this. I am often confused and break into a new season without the preparation of boundaries. But this is all right, so that many awakenings suddenly appear in their ignorant smiles, rather than being captured in the inexplicable sigh of seasonal changes.

It's a beautiful day today. Let's visit grandma's house. On the road, I saw the rice on both sides of the road heading ... A gust of wind blew and the rice danced. In the vegetable garden, yellow-green Japanese pumpkins hang on shady vines. Short September beans are covered with curved pods, just like curved bananas. Corn is like a bearded old man, with a long beard in the wind. Persimmons are yellow in the orchard, like yellow lanterns. The countryside in autumn is really beautiful!

It's summer vacation. I want to go to grandma's house to play. Grandma lives in the country, and I like it there. When I enter the beautiful and quiet countryside, I can see cows with pliers bells, bird's nests, green valleys, beautiful lakes, green mountains and lotus flowers, which all attract my heart. The beauty of the countryside lies in its beauty and vitality. No matter from which angle, no matter where you go, it is a beautiful picture, a century-old cup, lasting fragrance, smooth and comfortable. No matter in which season, the countryside is a classic "tourist attraction".

As soon as I got to the river, I saw a crystal clear river with many colorful lotus flowers on it. I seem to be attracted. So, I walked under a big willow tree and observed the lotus carefully. Some lotus flowers are in bloom, like a smiling face, smiling at us, as if welcoming our arrival. Some lotus flowers are blooming, like a small bowl, and some flowers are still blooming, like a flame that is about to spark. There are some ducklings swimming happily in the clear river. Wild flowers of various colors, such as red, blue and white, grow on the grass, which is very beautiful. On the distant mountain, the trees are lush and green everywhere, full of summer breath. Suddenly, I heard a sweet bird song. I looked up and found some lovely birds in the sky, as if singing a happy new song. At this time, a breeze blew, the lotus gave off a burst of fragrance, and the willows swayed as if dancing happily.

Late at night in the country, the sun is about to set on the other side of the mountain, leaving only half a smiling face blushing, reflecting the sunset glow on a rainy day. The red light of the sunset glow moves slowly along the trunk, getting higher and higher from the trunk to the treetops. After dinner, people who have worked hard all day, after cleaning up their housework, take a small bench to the basement dam to enjoy the cool. Under the green female bamboo, they looked at the green rice seedlings in the opposite field and breathed the fresh air, so they forgot the fatigue of the day, and were happy and relaxed, talking and laughing. As night falls, Xia Hong has faded. The dark blue sky is particularly empty, and the twilight is pervasive. The fields exude warm moisture. The distant cellar and the rice seedlings in the nearby fields are blurred and out of sight in this smoky moisture. Gradually, the trees in the pond can't be seen clearly on the water, and the whole village is shrouded in endless veil. It was getting darker and darker, and a crescent moon appeared in the dark sky. The moon like a silver plate hangs high in the sky, transparent as a veil, the starry sky is particularly high, and the village is immersed in dreamy peace. The moonlight quietly soaked the whole dam. The grass outside the bamboo forest is wet and seems greener than during the day. Dewdrops on the leaves sparkle under the care of moonlight, like a pair of big eyes shining with water. A breeze blew, which made me feel chilly. The cool breeze kissed my little face lightly. The moon seems to follow me. I stepped into the eaves and saw that the walls were all yellow. When I look back, those elegant bamboos occasionally hang their heads. Sitting by the window, looking up at the sky, a few stars appeared, blinking, overlooking the countryside at night, occasionally hearing frogs and insects, echoing the rumble of pumping water in the distant motor room, further rendering the tranquility of the countryside at night. After a busy day, the village finally fell asleep. Rural scenery, cool breeze, dense forests, busy people in the fields, and homing birds ..... This is the pastoral scenery in my eyes. There is a large field near the house. The wheat in the field has changed into a dazzling light yellow new dress. Each straw holds a full ear of wheat, and the evenly brushed ear of wheat is like a line on the score, and a ear of wheat is a beating note. Watermelon is also planted in the ground. Watermelons with round heads and brains are hidden in dense green leaves, just like playing hide-and-seek one by one. There are rape blossoms, broad beans and radishes ... If there is a river behind their home, there will always be lotus flowers in the clear river. The posture of lotus flowers one after another. The powder is white. Some bow their heads shyly, some are full of flowers, just like a lovely pink bag; Some bloomed and showed themselves to me very enthusiastically. Standing by the river watching lotus flowers, people often smell faint fragrance, which makes people reluctant to leave. If you walk in front of and behind their house, you will always see hens quacking with chickens in front of and behind their house; Or how proud I am to see a rooster striding around on the ground! There are many children playing on the yellow grass. Tired of running and playing, I squatted in the wild and dug some wild vegetables, so that my mother could go home and cook a delicious game side dish and put it on the table. ..... The children played heartily in this beautiful rural environment, and their laughter echoed in the fields. The scenery in the countryside is very beautiful and charming at any time.

In my opinion, the rural scenery is the most beautiful, which is what I yearn for most: fields are embedded at the foot of the mountain, rivers surround the mountains like blue ribbons, and houses with simple and harmonious colors are in the distance. ...

As soon as you enter the countryside, you will find that their houses are still made of bricks. Walking in front of and behind their house, you will see a feeding pen with horses, sheep, pigs and other animals. They screamed as if a band were playing a symphony. In front of people's houses in rural areas, there will be a loyal dog to defend their homes.

Whenever the sun rises, hardworking farmers work hard on this land and plant all kinds of vegetables: sweet and delicious corn; Fresh vegetables and green vegetables, etc. Looking at the working farmers, I remembered a poem: "It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " The spirit of farmers is really touching.

Some families also planted several fruit trees in the open space next to the house, including apples, pears, pineapples and many fruits. Autumn has come, and the red apples are smiling and covered with branches; The pears in Huang Chengcheng are mouth-watering, and I seem to smell the sweet taste; A bunch of grapes hung on the tree, and the farmers were very happy. Another bumper harvest year.

In the evening, rural women came to beat their clothes on the stones by the river, and their skilled hands washed them clean and brand-new.

The scenery here is really beautiful: the grass on the roadside is laid on the ground, like a soft carpet, and the winding path surrounded by wooden fences leads to the virgin forest. The trees there are lush, dense and endless. The sun in the sky is smiling at us, and white clouds are floating around leisurely ... what a beautiful pastoral scenery, full of pastoral flavor.

The scenery in the countryside is very beautiful and charming at any time.

Cool breeze, dense forest, busy people in the field, homing birds. ..... This is the rural scenery in my eyes. The most special place here is the house belonging to rural people. There is always a vegetable field in front of them, in front of which is tied a watchdog. The wall is covered with creepers and cast a shade, which is more beautiful and environmentally friendly than painting with green paint!

If there is a jujube garden behind their house, under the jujube tree and in the grass, you will see a group of chickens following the hen mother for food in the forest, and you will see a rooster walking around in the grass, swaggering. There is a small river next to the jujube garden. In under the greenwood tree, there will be a flock of ducks frolicking in the river and dipping their heads into the water for food from time to time.

The wind rustles the leaves in the poplar forest, which is a good place to hide and seek. Tired of running, I squatted in the wild and dug some wild vegetables, so that my mother could go home and cook a delicious game side dish and put it on the table. ..... The children played heartily in this beautiful rural environment, and their laughter echoed in the fields.

The countryside, a place with pleasant scenery. In a summer vacation, I stayed at my grandmother's house for three weeks. After a week, I found this kind of scenery every morning. In the early morning, the red sun rises from the east, putting a golden scarf on the turquoise mountain, and the pink azaleas quietly spread their beautiful smiling faces. The magnificent rooster shrugged his colorful tail, stood in the yard, held his head high and screamed at the sky: "whoa, whoa, whoa." People who hear the familiar "alarm clock" sound immediately get up and start working. When the owner let the hen out of the henhouse, a group of chickens followed the hen. The hens are cooing and the chickens are chirping. It's so cute. Whenever a stranger comes, the puppy barks, and the master gives the big pig something to eat. The big pig purrs as if to say, "Thank you, master." At noon, the grass raised its head feebly and people were in the shade; Playing chess, drinking tea and enjoying the cool air, the children played games in the open space in front of the house, and a scene of joy came into view. In the evening, people who worked hard all day came back. They served them a bowl of rice spray. After eating, people are talking about the interesting things of the day. At night, every household's lights are on. Crickets also sing. 1 1 o'clock, the lights of every household went out, and the song of Weaver Girl was better than lullaby, which made people fall asleep sweetly. I like the scenery in the countryside. How beautiful!

Our sleeping place is on the dry thatch, and there are no mosquito nets. Mosquitoes bite insects at night, which keeps me awake all night. There are piles of cow dung in front of the door, which are smelly and dirty. I don't know what my feet will look like when I step on them. The muddy road is full of puddles. If you accidentally step into a puddle, your whole foot will sink in, and finally you will take it out, but your shoes will stay in the mire ... and come to your hometown. How beautiful! Is this my vertigo? I rubbed my eyes, didn't I? The original bumpy path has now become a flat asphalt road, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, bees singing, butterflies flying and tall buildings rising. My father and I came to my uncle's house. Wow, my uncle's house has also changed. The walls are painted as white as snow, as if they were made of powder and Daiyu, as if they were wrapped in white. The furniture is also brand-new, engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns. The house is so big that they don't have to cook with a stove anymore. It's all changed into a gas stove, which is convenient and fast ... I feel like I'm in a fairyland on earth. My uncle took me into a room and opened a piece of cloth. Ah, this is exactly what I am familiar with-a computer. My uncle operates the computer skillfully, just like talking about the piano. My sister also has a computer. She is good at playing with computers. The old social concept of son preference is gone forever now. I didn't expect the quality of my hometown people to improve so quickly! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw that those farmers in the distance no longer used old Niu Gengdi, but used various tractors. The sound when plowing seems to praise the changes in my hometown.

The people in my hometown have changed, the land has changed, the transportation is convenient, and there are telephones and so on. But what caused these changes? I was puzzled when two women were talking and laughing. One said, "It's better for the government. I don't like boys better than girls. I just found out now that girls are so great! " "My daughter is also ..." I suddenly realized that this is the credit of the government! I think: if we talk about the future, it will definitely get better here!

When I was a child, I often heard adults tell me that the world is constantly changing, and everything around you will not remain the same for life. At that time, I didn't quite understand, just curious why everything would change, even beyond recognition. It's like a face change in a movie.

When I grow up, I look at the people and things coming and going around me, and the environment is constantly changing, so to fully understand the importance of development, take Hangzhou as an example. No, I'm afraid I can't talk about the changes in Hangzhou for days and nights. Let's narrow it down a little and talk about Wen 'er Road, which is neither long nor short.

My elders told me that about twenty years ago, there were not so many houses there, mostly farmland and cemeteries, which were very desolate. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can probably imagine the situation at that time.

I have lived in that area since I was a child. When I was a primary school student, I often went there because my school was near my home. At that time, although the road was much better than before, it was only an alley at best. When the wind blows, the dust is flying, and the eyes are foggy, but when it rains, it is not much better. If you travel there, you must wash your shoes, because the ground is like a thick layer of mud.

It seems that the spring breeze of reform didn't reach our remote mountain village until the late 1980s. Before that, villagers, men, women and children, worked hard to dig in the soil. It's just that our beloved land didn't give us much in return. There is not much other income in the village except farming. Many people are capable and hard-working, but there is no place to show their skills. In the last years of the 1980s, the villagers no longer counted on that land. I heard that there were gold miners in the city outside the mountain, and they went out one after another. Young people, middle-aged, skilled and unskilled all want to go out and pick up some gold. They walked for about a year, and when they came back, although they were not covered with gold and silver, they were always more than those dug out of the soil. So I went out after resting at home for more than ten or twenty days. Most of the people left in the village are old people and children. By the mid-1990s, even teenagers couldn't sit still in the classroom, and many of them got on the train to work in the south. There is less rural labor force, and the land that was hard to reclaim land before is covered with weeds in a few years. In recent years, paddy fields have dried up, farming is too hard, and the family has money. Who wants it? In the past, just a few days after the Spring Festival, there were busy figures in the fields and corners. It seems a shame to go to the fields before the Lantern Festival. Rural women who stay at home will get together to play cards every once in a while during the slack season, which is something they never dared to think about before! Go out to meet the morning dew on a sunny day and go home with starlight. Rainy days come and go in the wind, and there are few rest days all year round.

In recent years, buildings in the village have mushroomed from all corners. Three floors and four floors, some of which are beautifully decorated. Even if it's only one floor, it's not a building. After all, it looks much more pleasing to the eye than those mud brick houses. Not to mention the interior decoration, the floor tiles are smooth enough to show the figure, and the gorgeous wallpaper … is simply sticking money on the wall and spreading it on the ground. Even if it is only painted with white lime, it looks much brighter, and it is no longer as dark and depressing as a mud brick house.

But what makes people uncomfortable is that the water in the stream is getting dirty. In the past, we couldn't afford tap water, and the water used by the villagers was taken from the stream that passed through the village. The first thing the villagers do when they get up in the morning is to fill their big water tanks with water for a day. When we were young, we often swam in the stream. Sometimes when I am thirsty, I drink water in the stream. Don't talk about cooking in the stream now, just wash the vegetables and bring them back to the home tap water once or twice. Seeing this dirty water in summer, we no longer have the impulse to jump. The sight of fish swimming in the water is out of sight now. There are all kinds of rubbish everywhere in the stream. Some plastic bags have long changed color, but they just won't melt. The villagers are used to dumping all the rubbish into the stream, thinking that the stream will take away what they don't need. Or pile it in the open space in front of the door and light a fire when it is piled up, so that the garbage will go up in smoke when talking and laughing.

It can be predicted that the life of villagers will be better and better, money will be more and more, and buildings will be higher and higher. Will people become more and more "lazy"? But will the water get dirty? The laziness of the villagers is unacceptable to the older generation. But it also shows that life is getting better! It is the descendants of hometown who benefit. The water is getting dirtier and dirtier, and even the children in the village have long been used to it. Aren't they also victims?

My hometown is Jiujiang. Although not as prosperous as new york in the United States, not as gorgeous and colorful as Venice in Shanghai port, and not as simple and elegant as Tokyo in Japan. But I love it because I love this land, and I love these hardworking and simple people who are brave in innovation and exploration.

As we all know, Jiujiang has a beautiful Gantang Lake, which is our mother lake. In those years, our mother was not beautiful. She looked so haggard and pale, so worried and helpless! Mud and muddy water, fish and shrimp don't want to regard it as their lovely home, and even wild flowers and weeds with tenacious vitality don't want to take root in her arms. My mother shed tears in the face of this situation, and she confided and shouted to us sadly. That voice once echoed in our ears and hearts for a long time.