Yangtze River, you are a symbol of the great Chinese nation. You rush out of the Tanggula Mountains, the highest in the world, and head straight for the East China Sea, pouring into the world's largest ocean, the Pacific Ocean. You are so ancient, vast, surging, and moving forward, great and beautiful. However, you have bravely advanced through difficulties and twists. The Three Gorges are your trials and tests. How many cliffs and cliffs! How many hidden reefs and dangerous beaches! How many stormy waves! How many rapids and fierce bays! Nothing can stop your progress. You are so brave and tenacious, running non-stop, always moving forward, moving forward! Driven by emotions, I suddenly remembered the image of my mother and closely linked her to the Yellow River. The Yellow River is the mother. Although she has been violent, sad, and shed tears; Her children have experienced many hardships, and shadows and sorrows have also appeared in their hearts. But from the day she became a mother, with such a broad mind and sweet milk, she has been nurturing her children! How many centuries have passed, she didn't dress up, combed herself, didn't wear fancy clothes, surpassed fancy clothes, and became younger and younger day by day. Today, she lies on the gentle loess ground, shining brightly with the sun, appearing so kind, so gentle, so magnificent, so noble! The water of the Yellow River rises from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning! With its unwavering spirit and the strength accumulated through countless twists and turns, it rushed out of Tongguan, bravely defeated the three gates, and split open the land of the Central Plains. It poured nine curves of yellow into the sea, painting a brilliant brilliance of red, orange, yellow, and green on the blue, green, and purple sea surface for dozens of miles. The Yellow River in summer is incredibly beautiful. The green trees on both sides of the Yellow River are shaded, with lush branches and leaves. The weeping willows are reflected, and waterfowl fly. Climbing the dam to block the river, looking up from afar, the turbid waves of the river emptied out, like a mother's blood flowing into the plains and the children's stripes; Blood vessels;, Nourishing the fertile plain of Hetao. At this moment, the sun was shining directly on my head, and the weather was already relatively warm. The ice and snow were quietly melting, and the ice water was like milk, dropping drop by drop from my head; Tongue tip; Dripping downwards, under the sunlight, so crystal clear and so round, quietly gathered into a small pond of only over 10 square meters. After the small pond is full, it slowly overflows outward, forming a thin stream that flows quietly forward. Between the peaks of this glacier like forest, it is so small and inconspicuous. This is where the first drop of milk is squeezed out by the mother river, and the vast Yangtze River, which runs for thousands of miles, starts from here! As we walked forward, we could see clearly the just melted Songhua River. Although it lacks the momentum of the Yangtze River rushing for thousands of miles and cannot compare to the magnificent scenery of the Yellow River, it also has its own unique scenery. The light blue river water slowly flows eastward. Under the gentle breeze, the water surface rippled like fish scales, so gentle and peaceful. There is a small boat with leaves floating on the river, and some people on board are casting nets to fish, while others are loading and unloading goods. Several ships were sailing on the river, causing layers of waves. The sound of the ship's whistle and the noise of people made the Songhua River boil. Liushu Island in the river is also lush and full of spring scenery. The Nandu River rushes forward like a python, roaring and rushing forward. It has been nurtured in the hinterland of Wuzhi Mountain for an unknown amount of time, sucking on the nutrients of many mountain springs and streams before it stands out. I don't know how many mountain peaks and valleys I have climbed, how many winding roads I have walked before flowing here. Along the way, it may be gentle and soothing, singing softly; Or it could be a swift current swirling back and forth, with blue waves rippling. Although winding and winding, it always moves forward without hesitation, identifying its target, until it falls into the embrace of the vast and boundless South China Sea. Jialing River, majestic as fire and gentle as water, is this your sentiment? Capable of accommodating soft waves and raging waves, with a hundred boats and a thousand sails; It can also withstand wind, rain, lightning, blood, fire, and smoke. Farewell yesterday's poverty and shame, and bring today's prosperity and pride. There is so much water in the Lijiang River, filling the riverbed all over, and there are occasional small raindrops jumping into the water in the sky; The water of the Lijiang River is so clear. Although there is no direct sunlight, you can still see the small pebbles at the bottom of the river. There are also a few mischievous little fish swimming around in the water from time to time; The Lijiang River is so quiet, as if you can hear her whispering in your ear. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows by, and the clear sound of the water is like a little girl singing softly; The water of the Lijiang River is so soft that one cannot help but touch it, but cannot bear to wrinkle it. The waves swept by the gentle breeze were like the skirts of graceful dancers, so soft and beautiful. What surprised me the most was the green of the river, which was extremely dense. It is already late autumn, but the dense green gives people a feeling of spring as deep as the sea. The majestic mountains, lush trees, moss stained stone walls, and dripping bamboo forests all cast green reflections in the river. In fact, the sky and ground are completely green, and even myself is in that sparkling green. You are a male river, and also a mother like river. Your serene river, the crashing waves, like a heartfelt mother's lullaby, like a sorrowful symphony of fate, swirling on the red soil of your hometown. Qingshui River, picturesque: on the embankment, small grass densely intertwined, competing for greenery in the sunlight; On the shore, willow trees lined up in rows, their soft branches hanging on the mirror like surface of the river; In the water, small fish flock together, some swim lightly, some jump, and some stick to the bottom of the river without moving; On the river, swallows fly back and forth, chirping non-stop, and occasionally flapping their wings on the water surface. The rivers on the grassland have a dual personality of wildness and tranquility. Every time after a heavy rain, mountain torrents erupt and merge into the Xiong River. Suddenly, it is like a group of wild yellow fat horses, with thousands of flying hooves hitting the rumbling sound of the waves, rushing unstoppably towards the Jade Lake. But if it stays clear for two days, the flood will immediately subside, and the grass will be like a sponge sucking up dirt, showing a clear and green color. The flowing water on the shallow beach is as clean as glass and white jade, revealing light yellow or light green pebbles at the bottom of the water. Every hundred meters, there is a emerald green water pool washed out by a rushing current. From a distance, the Bear River looks like a silver band adorned with dark green gemstones. …& hellip; A small river in front of the door, whether deep or shallow, is formed by the convergence of mountains and springs. In a narrow place, the murmur makes a sound, and with a few stones, one can step over it; A wide place is like a deep pool, crystal clear and transparent, with willows swaying on both sides and green grass. The river yearns deeply for a still lake. It rushed through the barriers of thousands of mountains and finally arrived at this clear and peaceful, beautiful and wide lake, in order to blend with her and make the broad lake even wider. The small river is so beautiful! Clear, emerald green, tranquil, captivating. From a distance, it looks so green, green like a jade colored ribbon; Up close, it looks so clear that you can see the fish and shrimp swimming at the bottom of the river. At night, the curved crescent moon reflects on the clear and transparent river, so beautiful and so gentle. At this moment, the small river appears even more charming. The happiest thing is the river water, it's like a lively girl, singing and dancing, plucking the roots of an old tree, patting the yellow brown cliffs, stepping on the stones on the riverbank, running carefree. A fish occasionally jumps out of the river, making it more interesting and innocent. The small river is filled with spring water, carrying fragments of ice from upstream and flowing happily. Every small vortex is a smile, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the tender green of early spring on both sides, flowing with soft and cheerful voices. Ah!