The creek in my hometown is the milk that raised me. In my memory, the stream in my hometown is like a beautiful picture, flowing eastward along the foot of the mountain. It is so clear and bright. In my childhood memory, whenever there was a drought in my hometown, the rice fields would break into small ditches. At this time, in order to save the rice seedlings, the villagers went to the creek to carry water to fight the drought, and irrigated the fields little by little. Although the water was insignificant to the dry rice fields, it barely saved the rice seedlings and enabled them to survive the difficult drought years. The creek in my hometown breeds a large number of fish and shrimps. Spring is here, and the children in the village and I go fishing in small groups by the stream. Every time, we carried strings of fish caught and jumped home, happily enjoying them with our parents. In summer, the climate is dry and hot. At this time, we children had to take off our clothes and jump into the stream to take a bath. With this creek in my hometown, it makes the folks feel extra cool within ten miles. I am often proud of the creek in my hometown. However, since the disintegration of the people's communes, the creek in my hometown has been divided into countless small areas by the few who got rich first for fish and shrimp farming. However, without the source of the stream and without the luck of the stream, fish cannot survive and shrimp cannot grow
. A few years ago, according to letters from villagers, the man who took the lead in learning from Dazhai was now the captain of the production brigade in his seventies. He could not bear the suffering of Xiaoxi, so he once again led the whole village to start from the few who got rich first. The creek was taken back from human hands and restored to its original appearance. Nowadays, whenever there is a drought, the water in the creek turns into a waterfall, gurgling into the fields, nourishing the land and people in my hometown. At this moment, when I was walking by the creek in my hometown, I seemed to see the reflection of my childhood again, which made me see the hope of my hometown again. Although I am far away from my hometown, half of my heart still remains in the depths of the creek in my hometown