Muttering… murmuring… water pouring from the upstream is very pleasant to listen to. It's a stream in my village.

The scenery in my village is very beautiful. Natural and simple beauty. The stream is located right next to the village. I don't know where it originates from very far, only know that every flood season the water flows very fast. Seen from above, the stream looks like a soft white silk winding around. The ribbon is quite wide and long. The stream bed has large dark gray stones, stubbornly lying horizontally. There are very big rocks lying right next to the stream, sometimes in the afternoon people in the village go there to sit and enjoy the wind. The clear, cool water clearly saw the sparkling silver pebbles. Mixed in is a layer of smooth sand every time we go up, we see smooth feet. In the late afternoon, the sun shines down, the stream sparkles like gold. The sound of running water creates a fun and catchy music, always murmuring slowly but sometimes flowing very fast. On moonlit nights, the wind blowing from the hills and the sound of running water feels like living in a fairy world. There are green trees on the side of the stream. In the distance, mountains and hills follow each other. The beauty of the mountains is wild but also very attractive.

The stream is a close friend of the people in the village. It has stuck with generations of people here. Every afternoon, people in the village go to the stream to get water, do laundry... Children in the village who go to school also wade through this stream, so it's as close as a friend...

Although I will be far away from home in the future, I will never forget my village and that lovely stream.

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The golden sun covered the whole sky, swaying in the rocky crevices, the shadow of the old tree leaning over the stream. I carried the basket to catch fish with my father, sat with my back to my father on the rocks to feel the breath of the stream. A loving mother. There are peaceful afternoons like that by the stream in my hometown. The stream has been associated with the lives of many people in the village. The stream has been related to the village for a long time. My mother often said that when I was born, the stream was already old. She did not know how old the stream was. From a distance, the stream looks like a soft white silk strip with sparkling silver water color. When we get closer, we can see that the water surface is bluer, rippled waves constantly pushing against each large and small stone that is covered with thick layers of moss around. The two sides of the stream are grass and trees of all kinds, smooth and green, casting shadows on the water. I like it the most when standing from afar listening to the murmuring stream-the clear sound is like a melodious harp that the great thousand are harmonizing, sometimes even a little mischievous, like the laughter of children. When spring comes, the gusty wind brings with it rain dust, creating a dreamy, dreamy look with the young grass growing on both sides. The birds competed with each other to sing beside the murmuring stream: hello crested cuckoo, cuckoo, and nightingale, cheering the whole mountain and forest. In the summer, the stream is clear and clear, each small pebble is clearly seen, and the clouds are floating like cotton candy floating in the water. The stream is splendid in the yellow-orange color of yellow flowers along the banks, and we children compete to pick each other. In autumn, the stream is quieter with purple water lilies. In winter, it is cold, but the stream still exudes warmth and closeness to the village. The stream is everyone's close friend, providing water for domestic use and irrigation. Children and adults often come here to scoop shrimp, catch fish, and play on moonlit nights. The river on the rooftop has helped the countryside to bring many benefits to watering plants, livestock and farming. If I have all wish, I hope that the pollution of the environment does not bring pollution to the water and other plants. environmental disaster will end. More and more, my hometown is renewed day by day, but later, the river is constantly clean and fresh.