The banker VDI Solution has been harvested, the whole field was silent, only the head on the edge of the purple chrysanthemum in full bloom. The fruit of the tree on the tree of the river, which is the fruit of the tree, is red and red. In winter wheat has two inches long, the pan with a piece of green, mature earth suddenly becomes infinite vitality, no autumn bleak. Qing Ling Ling River knowledge transfer office around the village, crashed forward, rang a bell. This river has brought me endless joy. Countless times with bare feet as the wet pants, countless times with cool water drink, countless played water fight...... The dream of a child, has gone forever. Along the stone path, I came to brushless motor the edge of the mill. The mill has completed its historical mission, remember the years of youth in the wind and rain erosion, standing quietly in the river. Childhood and mother grinding surface is still fresh in our memory, mill creak leisurely turn, roll up a circle of white spray, I pick bunches of flowers to disc SA, a blossoming colorful wildflowers with rotating disc, forming a round colorful wreath, very beautiful. The mother in a mill, the white flour was put into flour bags, we have sweet beanflour can eat up group. The plum tree, the leaves have almost lost, a few pieces did not fall leaves fluttering in the wind. Thorn plum blossom has been opened, the bustling and bustling downtown has disappeared. Think of summer, blackberry flowers have quite strong, endless blossoming, attracted the hard-working bees busy. Flower Xie, natural law, do not have to be sad. Roadside, see people digging potatoes. They are sweat harvest, looking at distributed with earthy potatoes, crops face exposed solid smile, this is the fruits of their labor. They would like to give it to the land, to work hard, and to reap the harvest. Small village houses this year after the disaster state funding reconstruction, Isshiki Qingwa white walls, freshly painted, from afar, Jiangnan region of rivers and lakes is delicate and fresh. The wood River flows around the small village, with its sweet milk to nourish the industrious and kind-hearted people of the river.