在我的脑海里,常常会呈现出一条流水潺潺的小河,它是我故乡的小河,也是我难以忘怀的小河。阳春三月,小河里冰消雪融,清澈的河水又开始活跃起来。勤劳的婶婶阿姨三三两两地来到河边洗衣服,朴实的农民伯伯则引水浇灌着自己绿色的希望。河边的花草树木,最先绽开笑脸,长出绿叶,使人们早早地感受到了那股浓浓的春 In my mind, there is often a stream of small rivers. It is the river of my hometown and it is also my unforgettable river. In the spring of March, the small river melted away and the clear river began to become active again. The hard-working aunts came to the river to wash their clothes, and the plain peasant uncle drew water for their own green hope. The flowers and trees along the river first opened their smiling faces and grew green leaves, making people feel the thick spring early.