My memories of some interesting things
It takes me several days to think about the things I`m going to write about. Here, for my first composition, I`d like to write something about me when I was small.
There was a mountain and a river in my village. The river was not very deep. I could see the golden sands deep into the water. It wasn't very wide either. Putting some stones in a shallow place, you could easily get across by stepping on the stones. There were fish in the water. We used to make fishing tackle out of bamboo and needles. Sitting quietly by the river bank and seeing the fish swimming around the bait really is an unforgettable thing. There were also leeches which I was afraid of.
There used to be orchards near the mountain. The only thing I remember is the golden pears on the trees. When it turned into summer, there would be locusts in the grass, some of which were green and some grey.