The green grass, leisurely day old...... "A song the green river of grass was blowing in my heart I cherish the beautiful memories for years, and years of wind blew past the fragrance of flower. The night also cannot help but home the top, then the sweet mother river flour water fake oakleys, and the cool wind river. But the most exciting or green jade river in front of such as, a river with I grow up.

The spring breeze and tender, gently blowing the small courtyard door of green grass and flowers. Through the fragrance of the flowers and plants is green to the end of the stream, it quietly flowing, everyday want to pass my door. Its water color on both sides of the green trees reflection appear more they, as if a green bud silk in the sun shine quietly. Light rain point on the river in play, each a ripple are rippling stream infinite relaxed mood. It smile, seems to be on the road to the east and harvest. Sometimes it will SiFang tour a farmer uncle walked into the rice fields and gardens, and the latter rain together moist germ of crisp; Sometimes it will quietly walked to the distant place, the river residents clothes stains out of a area far; Spring river is the most selfless dedication, perhaps is a spring rain infected with it, and make it coming softly.

Summer is the more lively, perhaps because of children's chorale pure sake. When the summer through the leaves dappled the aperture of the lay, the genial wind was blowing the door of bamboo, a song of the country tunes warm hearts. Bamboo four seasons green, green bamboo leaves it every day of spirit, because in it have around the children play in the water of lively bold and unrestrained. The group of children is not others, it is the childhood we. Sweat man back it doesn't matter, because the river for our melancholy. The time when we play in the river, transform all kinds of games have fun. Play water wars, play diving and swimming competition... These are our popular game, but also because of the river is much more spirit, always can fly the passion of splash.

Shadow on the river in quiet time dancing with the gentle dopie, when leaves fall down. Look at the fallen leaves from the eyes YiYeYe flies away, some desolate depression is the sadness of the river. However, sorrow is still beautiful and moving the stream. If not letter, you along the river and look ahead in the distance, there is the above that is the golden lobular ship, each one with a spring dream. In my heart, fall river is quiet, that time doesn't know any better, and just with stones throw down, then clapped palm on the ground jump a few times, just hear "product" ShiSheng shots. Autumn gradually thick, the weather is gradually cold, two season rice don't need water, and the government to its task was completed, it disappears in October in our eyes.

Water disappear, river plate nudity in our eyes, the glance, as if hibernate. The winter without passion for life, but we give it to add fun. Childhood we will catch duckling, little goose on the river from the past, because without the water, easy to cut corners. Put the duckling, little goose circle in one place, for the children in the neighbourhood took out the rope, immediately goose and duck high call, children laugh, the river and the laughter. Walk along the river, there is covered with the can eat red fruit, that is the river has nurtured four seasons are sweet. Only in all branches of the bald, on both sides of the river bamboo is still green, the bamboo of modesty as we town of countryside, the beauty of the mind had no winter, the spring season is.

The river at the four seasons, each season and our life. Now than when the creek, some old, maybe because we grew up, it no longer have those who make the adults is glad and worried emotional textures. Now back to home, always used to go to the river, even if not for a long time it has water come near it, but there's laughter was clean as before. The history of the story, is we know these junior hard to completely, just in the mood of the surface of the added a contracted beauty, may it forever, and never dried up. Some feelings, no love foakley sunglasses, but will in memories long treasure. Tong zhen smile, the fragrant memories I engraved in mind, if you want to have a time limit, that is forever.