A beautiful passage describing a stream

1, summer, scorching sun. But the stream is very lively, some are big, some are old, some are swimming, and groups of people are fighting for water.

Some people are catching fish and shrimp.

There is a clear stream at the foot of my house. The water is so clear that even the pebbles at the bottom of the fish and shrimp swimming in the water can be seen.

Loud and clear. The water there, like a bright mirror, shines on the beautiful scenery of the four seasons.

3. On a sunny day, the stream is crystal clear, the sun shines on the water surface, and the water surface flashes like a shining star on a summer night; On rainy days, naughty raindrops did not hide the elegance of the stream, so they jumped in.

Ripples are everywhere in the stream. Isn't that "like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade"?

There is a bamboo forest in front of my hometown, which passes through. There is a bridge ahead, and clear streams flow under it. This is the best I have ever seen.

The clear stream disappeared. It's not as turbid as Zhongshan Park, and it doesn't want the long river of Xili. Green makes people flustered, and the flow is imitated.

The Buddha squatted by the stream with a clean glass. I can see the small shells yawning quietly at the bottom of the stream, and the water plants are just right.

Italy stretched, and the little fish swam around happily. Seen from a distance, the calm stream is lifeless. Take a closer look and find it burst silently.

Let go of flower of life. Let me admire.

The stream is quiet in winter. There has just been a heavy snow, the earth is covered with a white coat, and the stream is embedded in the soil.

A belt. The rocks in the stream are now white, just like many small animals lying there, waiting for the call of spring.

So what! Inadvertently, a layer of neither thin nor thick will be formed on the surface of the stream, which is the contribution of another painter.

6. The stream in spring is really beautiful! The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the stream is full of vitality. Day after day, I feed the flowers and trees in my hometown.

God, year after year. She is still unknown and selfless.