My hometown is in south of fujian province in a small village in the mountains. Hamlet back against the hill facing the river, along the Banks of the river village, where long slender.
Out of the door, a dozen meters is a long river bank, we use size stone into the river embankment, the river is very long, from the beginning to the end to protect the village from flooding. River, especially by village side
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There are more than 20 meters wide, river water is not deep, but clear, the river kept flowing day and night. Village in the middle of the river is a river with slabs of stone and bricks simple urine bridge, through the other side of the river, on the other side that my family and folks from generation to generation in the garden of survival. When the river flood, small stone bridge is always flooded away scattered, and people have to build it, after the flood one thousand years long held people are always so again and again.
The river is full of forms, large and small, granite, the villagers habit to huan washed clothing such as drying on the rock
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River is the mother river of the I, is the mother river of the village, it to the full milk selfless feeding up generation after generation, also gave birth to me, on both sides of the generous nourish the patches of fertile land.
Every morning, the east to flush, the sky was a fish-belly grey river has been busy with the. I saw the shore with small groups of women in wun sha laundry, or sitting or standing, wash while whispering, exposing white arm crus, let the small fish in feet to chase, the clear water mirrored the beautiful image of their beautiful industrious. More a flock of ducks call the happy swimming in the water, looking for the fish. From time to time will meet to fishing net and pass through the river. Every time they come back from across the field cultivation, used to always first step into the river and wash away all the dust and sweat, and then clean through the small stone bridge to go home. In the evening
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