River home

Do not know how many times, and every night, I always want to return home to accompany the piece of the river I grew up around.
Years it is a river with a long, winding it from south to north, through where I had a small brick tile village. sides covered with dense willow trees. Some of the tree trunk, the old and vigorous, and the crooked, out into the river has been central. Some trees, drooping branches, has been down to the water, kicking up clouds of small fish from time to time across it. the water on both sides, the long with scattered patches of reeds or wild rice stem, year by year, from green to dry, withered and green. often Kingfisher call and a fly out, and the rapid skim over the water to fly into it. water crystal clear, Ju Yipeng drink into his mouth, has been sweet to the heart. standing on the shore you can see, there are numerous small fish in shrimp Happy water swimming, playing, foraging. when the river breeze, rippling water, the kind of wrinkles covered the entire surface of the water.
the river, carrying too much of my emotions. When I
boy, always a worry and sentimental. always love before the sun sets, a person sitting quietly bend of the river the old tree trunk
on poplar.
sometimes , relying on the trunk read. sometimes clutching one of the branches, stirring in the water boring. summer, put your feet immersed in water, often naughty little fish peck at my feet, tickled I could not help live to laugh.
sad, look at their own tears, dripping drop by drop into the river, the water immediately wipe away my tears. warm wind over, touched me gently ask
face.
Sometimes, I then looked blankly, watching the seasons, and again walked from the river.
also playful when major changes. summer, looking at the more The more little fish to play in the water too happy, I get from home to the basin, to scatter some rice in the basin, sink into the water, with a mischievous pleasure waiting for the fish taken in psychology. while, fish were here, happy eating the meal. I stuck to catch basins along both hands, slowly, slowly brought out into the water basin. small fish are too clever, and often do not bring out the water They had fled a large majority, and sometimes one did not. so angry that I am straight hum, with the river basin Bash, to intimidate them. Once caught the fish to get a happy grin straight people laugh. then fish into the river again, and then continue to play small fish.
summer, I also like to use a bamboo screen, inserted into the plants, the came, which full of grain size of the shrimp jump forward, jump have my heart swell to the fun. twist a shrimp into his mouth, flavor filled his mouth off in an instant.
This is my home river.
it where the river Yeah, obviously I childhood partners ah!
left his home for many years and have never forgotten it. home dreaming about me, except my family, that it and its fish are out.
Acacia is always on your torture me. One year, no matter how busy, I always have to go back to visit you. stand by your side to accompany you for a while. you year after year in thin, year after year the old. your face more and more gloomy, it is difficult breeze blowing your laugh lines. lost their sight fish.
you no longer live, but became so heavy, I have heard more and more that you send a resigned sigh.
hometown river, why would this be?
I've never been back on you ah.
is who tortured you so haggard, emaciated, sick? even so I love you you have not re-skim the entrance.
fish are all gone?
your bank willow tree where have you gone?
for a living, I can not were not with you. Do they like me can not grasp their own destiny and left you?
me and you have fish who can play happy together again to play you?
you standing around you feel my heart do the kind of deep-seated pain?
hometown river, come back when I'm older, I can see you again, you?