Riverside reed crape myrtle

My parents didn't adapt to the climate in my hometown, so my sister bought a room with a river view in Huizhou and asked my parents to support the elderly in Huizhou. All the chores at home have been finished these days, and I came to see my parents from Zhongshan to Huizhou.

No matter where you are, the place where you have your mother is home. Although I am also in a foreign land, I have the warmth of home with my parents around me. Standing on the balcony at home, you can see the opposite river view, and parents enjoy the warm climate by the river.

Get up in the morning and go for a walk by the river with my parents. The weather along the river is humid and the air is fresh. Some early risers are walking, some are running, some are playing Tai Ji Chuan, and some are fishing leisurely by the river. The water plants and trees along the river are lush and vibrant, and there is no shadow of autumn in the summer scenery.

/kloc-The weather in October is neither too hot nor too cold, and it feels good. A gust of wind wrinkled the autumn waters of a river. There are waves on the water, and there are many tall buildings on the other side of the river. The building is reflected in the water. A light blue sky and a few white clouds floated by. Mom said to dad, "50 years ago, do you think we will have a romantic walk by the river in 50 years?" Comfortable old age, a stable and smooth life, isn't this what children expect?

From time to time, wooden boats cross the river. Unlike wupeng boats, I guess floating boats seem to be clean boats on the river. Its hull is simple and quaint, and it guards the river with the cleaners on board.

Cross the river and go forward, and you will see the newly-built real estate. There are some modern steamboats here, which should be a small ship port.

Strolling by the river is comfortable and leisurely. In the distance, buildings on the other side of the river live by the river, scattered in the river, and reeds on the river can be seen everywhere nearby. "The white dew is frost, and there are beauties on the water side." Where there are reeds, people always think of this poem. The reeds by the river are different from those in the north. Some reeds are sparse, some reeds are dense, and some big reeds are in full bloom. The reeds are swaying in the wind.

In front is a long observation deck, standing on the observation deck, with a wide field of vision. In the distance is Jiangwan, a river with autumn water, which flows into Dongjiang through Jiangwan.

Walking down the observation deck, it turns out that the Jiangwan here is called Dragon Boat Park. Small Pocket Park, a place for nearby residents to relax, fish and see the scenery.

Mom and dad were tired, so I went home first. I walked alone by the river, breathing the fresh air, watching the gentle aquatic plants, reeds and plantains by the river, watching the autumn on the river very different from the north, away from the noise and noise, and so I walked quietly. ...

It began to rain, misty and foggy, and the riverside under the cover of rain and fog had a different flavor. Walking along the river with an umbrella, the rain is ticking, the rain hits the banana, and the rain falls on the willow tree by the river, feeling the autumn in the south. The water plants and trees on the shore are getting greener and greener, and the buildings living near the water are reflected in the river, and the misty rain is blurred, giving me an illusion of Jiangnan in the rain. The heavier the rain, the more gloomy the weather, the more turbid the river, and beat the shore from time to time.

The sunset is hazy and the night view by the river is beautiful. In the distance, the Hujiang lantern lights up, which looks like a long dragon woven with lights from a distance. Occasionally fishermen paddle their boats into the afterglow of the sunset, which is quiet and beautiful. It was getting dark and the night was hazy, and the river was blurred by the bustling neon lights in the distance. Standing by the river, Ren Jiangfeng gently brushed his cheeks and enjoyed the artistic beauty of the ancient poem "Cold water in a smoke cage, sand in a moon cage". Living by the river and living poetically, I finally had a happy old age for my father.