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! The vitality of spring!