As people look forward to it, when the simple farmers push their mud boats around in the water, the trees on both sides of the bank have been quietly covered in green, with many unknown flowers mixed in. Beautiful shadows are cast in the water. At this time, the birds sang happily on the branches; beautiful butterflies sometimes flew on the water and sometimes rested on the water plants in the river; the farm ducks also began to "bend their necks to sing to the sky, and the anthuriums stirred the clear waves." They played and flapped their wings from time to time, causing ripples. The river water rippled, nourishing the tender stems and grass on the bank to become more green and bright. In early summer, pieces of water chestnuts floated on the wide water surface. The round-bellied frogs squatting on the water chestnuts screamed "croak", which was similar to the "croak" made by the village women on the riverside wharf when they beat their clothes with sticks. The sounds of "plop" and "plop" blend together to form a beautiful music of nature. After August, the water chestnuts in the river will bloom with white flowers, clean and beautiful, and stunning. It's good-looking. The most admirable thing is the lotus that comes from the mud but is not stained. It stands gracefully and gives people wisps of fragrance.

The river is beautiful and generous. It is so willing to serve the hard-working villagers. It dedicates its pure "nectar" to people to cook, wash vegetables, and wash clothes... In midsummer, when the sun is scorching and people feel hot and irritated, the gurgling sound of the river sounds like After a gentle call, people rushed to the shore, jumped into its arms, or poured water over themselves in a basin. After a while, they felt refreshed and tired. The selfless river also irrigates the farmland with sweet clear water and nurtures the trees, flowers and plants on the bank. In its open-minded mind, countless fish are nurtured. On the eve of the Spring Festival, Xiaohe always offers nets of lively fresh fish to people as delicacies for the festival.

My unforgettable childhood was spent with the river in my hometown.

Scenes from that time often appear in my mind: my friends and I were peeling tiles by the river and calling happily; while we were swimming, we were happily biting the meat we picked.