The reeds in my hometown. The reeds in my hometown have haunted me in my dreams for many years. What I can never forget are the reeds in my hometown.

Yes, they are those that seem to be inconspicuous. The simple and unpretentious reeds. Pieces and clusters, green and lush, facing the breeze, swaying the slender sapphire-like branches. From a distance, they look like light green clouds, fluttering on the horizon. , adding a bit of tranquility and elegance to the countryside.

Almost all rivers, lakes, and ponds are shaded by green reeds.

Every year, when the spring breeze blows away the snowflakes, , the reed in my hometown can’t wait to poke out its pointed indigo head from the soil that has not faded away from the cold. It grows very fast. In a few days, it can grow to several feet tall and stretch out happily. Its flat and long leaves.

──At this time, my friends and I like to pick a piece of reed leaf, skillfully roll it into a small whistle, put it to our mouths, and blow various kinds of sounds. The sweet music. The children were intoxicated by this wonderful music. They ran happily by the sparkling river and on the green grass, calling out forgetfully...

We also like to use The reed leaves are folded into green reed boats. Those who are skillful will also cut small pieces from old matchboxes to use as rudders and install them at the stern of the boat. They also use tin foil from the cigarette area to make small silver sails. Ye. One by one, we crouched on the river beach with our bare feet and carefully moved the boat to the water. "Sail the boat! Sail the boat!" Then, amid cheers and cheers, the green "fleet" Then we carried the flowers of our innocent fantasy and went down the river...

On that summer night when the stars and the moon shine together, my favorite thing is to take my brother to the reeds to catch the weaver girl. The weaver girl is completely transparent. , with two slender tentacles on its head, and its body wrapped with two thin cellophane-like wings. We carefully put the captured weavers into a small bamboo cage, and stuffed a few golden-red flowers into them to avoid them being hungry. pumpkin flowers. Then we hung the cage on the mosquito net, and let the weaver girl accompany us into sweet dreams with her beautiful singing...

Reading Tips

The short story is about the hometown of Reed. Cuteness is used to express the author’s thoughts and feelings of loving his hometown and missing his hometown. Read the passage carefully and think: What are the cute things about the reeds in my hometown?