Pentium in Taihang Mountain.

Put together a mirror,

Reflecting old woman with grey hair's face.

Looking down at your waves,

Looking up at the yard where Chairman Mao lived;

The great revolutionary struggle,

Just like you: the waves are too high. ...

The waves rolled forward,

The road of revolution is getting wider and wider;

Destroyed the Chiang dynasty,

Cleaned up the dream of forest thieves' restoration ...

The rolling waves of the Hutuo River,

The source of Yanchang River is far away;

In order to get rid of the scum of the country,

Watering a brand-new history! Hutuo River has many different historical names. The Book of Rites is called evil pool or fire pool. Zhou Li is called the back pool. During the Warring States Period, it was called Lunshui (Hu Chi Water). Qin called Houchi River. The Eastern Han Dynasty called Hutuo River. Historical records call it running, also known as Yalun. It is said that Zhu is human. Cao Wei called Tuohe River. The Western Jin Dynasty was called Hutuo River. The Northern Wei Dynasty was renamed Qingninghe River. Hutuo River originates from Xiagushan Village, Taixi Mountain, Fan Shi, Shanxi, and flows through Daixian County, Yuanping County and Ding Xin Basin. From Dongye Town to the east slope of Taihang Mountain, it enters Pingdingshan from Houcuo, passes through Gangnan Reservoir, Huangbizhuang Reservoir and Lingshou County, enters from Beibaidian Village in Zhengding County to the west, flows through more than 40 villages in the county, and leaves from Dafeng Village to Gaocheng County.

"In the rainy season, water is endless. In dry season, Shazhou Shoal is the Luo Zhi, and the ferry crosses the river, sailing upstream and downstream together. By the time of the Republic of China, there were more than 500 ships in the river, riding between Gaojiaying and Shenze in Zhengding. At dawn and sunset, the Hutuo River is full of boats, waves and scales, light and sparks, countless industries and countless pavements, which is very lively. There are fish, shrimps, turtles, crabs, swans and osprey swimming on the water, birds and animals living on both sides of the river, lush green grass and mixed cattle and sheep along the river ... "This is the record of Hutuo River in the past. Hutuo River and Me is an unforgettable article by Han Niu, a famous contemporary poet, and also a far-reaching narrative prose. This paper describes my love for my hometown Hutuo River when I was young, and expresses the author's love for my hometown.

Hutuo River and My Originality

Since I was three or four years old, my grandmother has always fixed her eyes and sighed at me, saying, "Your temper is really small Hutuo River." When I am naughty, my mother and sister always say the same thing about me. But from their voices, I don't recognize that they are scolding me, and there seems to be some praise; But their serious eyes and tone obviously have the meaning of warning. I really don't understand why Hutuo River is used to describe me.

Hutuo River is only one mile away from our village. At that time, I had not seen the Hutuo River. What is a river? I don't know. All I know is that the Hutuo River is wild and difficult to control. I really want to meet it and see what I have in common with it. I think it's probably a person, stronger than me, and maybe only it can control me.

Before long, I remembered it was spring. I took my sister and aunt Bao, a bamboo basket and a hoe to dig wild garlic in Hutuo River. Aunt Bao took me all the way. She has no children and especially likes dolls. I asked Aunt Bao and my sister, "What is the Hutuo River like? See how to call it? " They said, "Don't shout, it's not people. You will know when you get there. " I still can't figure out their answer.

When we walked into the endless wilderness, Aunt Bao pointed to the front and said, "That's the Hutuo River." But I didn't see anything. Where is the Hutuo River? There is nothing there. It was a dusty beach, lying there knowing nothing, except sand, all stones, large and small. I feel extremely disappointed, Hutuo River, you humiliated me! How can I be like this Hutuo River crying and telling me not to wake up?

Sister and aunt Bao are talking and laughing in the Woods on the shore, bowing their heads to pick wild vegetables. I walked to the Hutuo River, and they said sadly. I am looking for my lost dream, and I am looking for the Hutuo River in my heart in Hutuo River.

No sooner had I stepped off the beach from the shore than my sister called me, "Don't go over there, go ashore quickly." I'm confused. I don't know what a coast is. What's so terrible about sand and stones? I just want to move on. My sister ran down like a gust of wind, dragged me into the Woods and said, "just stay on the shore. Go down and the water will wash you away." I stared at my sister and asked, "Where is the flood?" My sister said to me, "Yes. Come as you say. " My sister explained to me: "A few years ago, someone walked from one side of the river to the other, walking on the beach, and suddenly saw the Hutuo River coming. It stood high and rushed over. The man was washed away before it turned around. "

My sister's words made my hair explode. I looked at the Hutuo River a few steps away, and I was really scared. Is it really coming? Looking from the far left to the far right, gray sand and gray stones seem to be rolling up, and there is no head or tail in sight. I vaguely feel that the Hutuo River is a giant snake flying. This beach is its shed skin, and countless stones are scales of skin. This makes me feel that this lifeless skin (whether it is a snake or a river) is as terrible as a snake swimming in the grass. I know, the snake will come as soon as it says. It has run away from the grass before you can see it clearly. The Hutuo River must also be like this.

I have never seen the Hutuo River, but it stopped me. On the way home, Aunt Bao took my hand and said, "Oh, your hands are so cold!" " "I said nothing. They didn't expect that I was frightened by the Hutuo River that I had never seen before. Not only my hands are cold, but also my heart is cold, and I know it myself.

When I got home, the first thing I asked my grandmother was, "How can I be like the Hutuo River?" Grandma smiled and said, "Have you seen the Hutuo River? Tell me what the Hutuo River looks like. " Grandma must know that she can't see the real Hutuo River now. I said, "Hutuo River is dry stone and dry sand." "That's not a river." "Where is the river?" "The river hasn't come yet." "When will you come?" "Just like your bad temper, no one can tell when you come, for fear that you can't tell yourself." What my grandmother said is exactly the same as what my sister said. Now I understand why they say I am a small Hutuo River.

/kloc-in the autumn of 0/929, I was in the first grade in the village primary school. One day, the window was clear, and I woke up like a dream, as if I had been pushed. First of all, I felt a voice that seemed too loud to hear. It should be a kind of sound, but heaven and earth become unusually silent because of it: all known and familiar sounds are swallowed up by it. I asked my grandmother, "What is this noise?" Grandma whispered, "The river is overflowing." The big river is Hutuo River. I slipped off the kang and fell to the ground before I could get dressed. I started running outside, shouting, "Why didn't you wake me up?" "I came in the middle of the night, and no one knows when I came." At this moment, I seem to hear hundreds of dogs groaning in the village! My two dogs are twisting their necks, but I don't hear dogs barking. Their voices were swallowed up by the Hutuo River. They probably felt strange, too, and stopped barking. They squatted on the ground and pricked up their ears. They have never seen the Hutuo River. That voice, no, that Hutuo River seems to be spewing out from the depths of the ground for a while; Then I felt it thundered in the sky, as if it had fallen from the sky. My grandmother once again said to me, "This is the Hutuo River." At this time, although I haven't seen the Hutuo River yet, I really feel it coming. I can hear the barking of dogs and villagers from far and near, but I can't tell for a moment. In addition, this is a turbulent atmosphere filled with the whole space ... this is the momentum of the Hutuo River.

Grandma held out her hands to stop me from going. Where can she stop me? Am I not just a small Hutuo River? The Hutuo River is getting louder and louder, and the flood seems to have flooded our village. I heard someone standing on the roof and shouting in a muffled voice, "Young students, stop the water quickly and get a shovel and a four-toothed iron rake!" " "Of course, I am a young man. I shouldered the shovel as instructed and ran to the gate. People ran towards the river, and I squeezed into the crowd. ...

A few days ago, it rained heavily. Today, there are no clouds, but the sky feels dark and low. Adults and I ran without rest. After a critical moment (an ancient city wall), we suddenly saw the Hutuo River. It doesn't flow like water, but a large piece of dark brown land crawls around. I can't see the bright splash. This is Qian Qian's 10,000 wild animals, hunched over, coming at a gallop. As a result of galloping, their stretched and contracted bodies have been stretched many times, forming an unusually broad and harmonious rhythm. Hutuo River is divided into two parts: upstream and downstream. Below is the dignified land of water, and above is the colorful wild animals flying, as if flying in the water. I heard the sound of drowning everything. It was the roar of 10,000 wild animals in Qian Qian and the gasps of the water they trampled on.

The forest where my sister and aunt Bao picked wild garlic has disappeared. All the gray sand stones that caused my sadness and fear are gone. They were obviously swallowed alive by the Hutuo River. Now I understand what my sister said about the coast. The shore is the land that the river always wants to swallow, and it is not stable. Older students forbade me and other younger students to walk to the shore, but I still crossed the bare fence with the same color as Hutuo River and walked to the front of the river. I feel that the ground under my feet seems to jump into the river involuntarily. I reached into the muddy river. I want to touch the Hutuo River. It almost pulled me into its arms, and I felt its strong palm tightly holding my hand. A man picked me up and threw me behind the crowd.

My sister came to see me. She didn't force me to go home. She just grabbed my hand and stood on a high ground. Walking through the crowd, I saw a layer of sawdust-like foam floating on the river surface on the shore. There is a bend here. Many brave people used four-toothed harrows to pick up the whole tree, drowned sheep, rafters, windows, doors and clothes from the river … but no one went down into the river.

When I came to Hutuo River, I didn't seem to hear any sound, even the shouts of adults, only their wide mouths and moving nostrils. The sound of the river became a solidified space.

For the first time, I feel how small I am!

A few days later, the flood receded and I went to see the Hutuo River once. The coast appeared again, and the stones appeared again. The Hutuo River doesn't seem to have gone far, as if the whole land has sunk into the deep soil and may pop up at any time.

Hutuo River is the core memorial river of my life. It's big and I'm small. I will never grow as big as it, but I can hide it deeply in my heart, including its dark brown river like trembling earth, its trembling coast, its roar and atmosphere that pervades the world.