家乡的小溪,没有大海的汹涌澎湃,没有长江的源远流长,也没有湖泊的绿波荡漾,但它在我心中,比一切都美。早晨,太阳像一位娇羞的新娘,从后山爬上树梢,用朝霞把小溪装扮得绚丽多彩。两岸的垂柳随风徐徐舞动,并不时低下头欣赏一下自己水里的倒影,陶醉于自己婀娜的舞姿。几只肥胖的大白鹅摇摇晃晃地踱进小溪,开始一天的 Hometown streams, no surging sea, there is no long history of the Yangtze River, there is no green waves rippling lakes, but it is in my heart, than all the United States. In the morning, the sun looks like a shy bride, climbs the treetops from the back of the hill, and glows the stream with glow in the morning glow. Weeping willows on both sides of the wind slowly dance, and occasionally bowed his head to enjoy the reflection of the water, intoxicated with their graceful dance. A few obese goose staggered into the brook and started the day