Childhood river

River
childhood home of the river, in the eyes of my childhood, seemed so mysterious. It is sometimes gentle and amiable, and sometimes unrestrained pride, and sometimes generation Xiaying Qiu, sometimes cold impermanence.
Twittering birds of spring to fly came, slipped the yellow river of grass from the earth mother's arms pulled out, the green one. colorful wildflowers were intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. fish out of water: A group of ducks playing round after round of switchgrass in the curtain between the swim. spring bursts of blowing, the river heads held high, and ran forward.
River put on some laid-back, where the elderly play chess. a group of naive children in the willows in the hide and seek, play games, very happy.
autumn, to put everything in gold, so immersed in a golden land of the world. in the woods covered with leaves, flocks of children in the woods on the roll, there have even been lying to sleep.
autumn to early winter, the river still, it's friends are all asleep. grass back to the embrace of Mother Earth, the river still. it silently looking forward to the arrival of another spring.
I love my childhood river!