7月8日星期五家乡的小河弯弯曲曲向东流去,显得温柔而恬静。春天,两岸的树木都发芽了,柔柔的柳条随风舞动,花儿的笑脸时刻点缀在青草中间。河里的冰融化了,引来成群的鸭子在泛起波纹的水中悠闲地游着,好像在说:“春天来了,春天来了。” On Friday, July 8, the stream of the hometown crooked eastward, looking gentle and tranquil. In spring, the trees on both sides of the Strait sprout. The soft wicker danced in the wind, and the smiling faces of flowers dotted the middle of the grass. The ice in the river melted and drew swarms of ducks swimming leisurely in rippled water, as if to say: “Spring is coming, spring is coming.”