我的家乡有一处风景优美的地方,那就是九龙江。九龙江,她以甘甜的乳汁哺育着我们的祖祖辈辈;她以百折不挠的精神激励着我们前进;她像一条长长的带子伸向远方,似乎在告诉我,远方的路还长着呢,要加倍努力才行。春天,岸边那些不知名的小花在春姑娘的叫唤下绽开了羞涩的笑脸,白的、紫的、粉的、红的,姿色秀丽。小草悄悄地绿了九龙江沿岸,给家乡编织着装扮春天的衣裳。你看,那一排排竹子也不禁赞叹地拍起手 My hometown has a beautiful place, that is, Jiulong River. She nurtured our ancestors with sweet milk; she persecuted us in an indomitable spirit; she stretched out like a long ribbon in the distance, as if telling me that the long way to go was long, to double Trying hard. Spring, the shore of those unknown flowers in the call of the spring girl bloom shy smile, white, purple, pink, red, beautiful. Grass quietly green along the Jiulongjiang, hometown to dress spring clothes. You see, that row of bamboo can not help but applauded clap their hands