A clear stream gurgles around the village all year round. Many weeping willows are planted on both sides of the stream, and long, soft willow branches are fluttering in the wind. Elegant dance is so beautiful and natural. There are two or three particularly long ones hanging on the water, painted with sparkling ripples.
A burst of Wudi dialect sounds, with a little drunkenness, how beautiful and kind! Whose are these white-haired old people and old women?
Looking around, their eldest son is weeding the bean fields in Dong Xi. He looked at the thriving bean seedlings, shook a sweat and said happily, "There will be a bumper harvest this year. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! " Said, and seriously in addition to drafting, fertilization.
Their second son is weaving a chicken coop with sticks and bamboo under the tree! He thought that when I tied up the chicken coop, the chicken wouldn't get away. How sensible the second son is! Look, his hands are all cocooned.
Naughty, naughty is the nature of children, and their youngest son is picking lotus leaves on his stomach by the stream! He ate a few from time to time and muttered, "I want to give some to my parents and brothers in exchange for delicious food on earth!" " "Look, he is busy!
Looking at this happy and carefree family is really enviable!
4 rural people
People in rural areas always like to plant some crops, corn or sunflowers in the fields and small plots of land in front of and behind the house ... Some people also set up scaffolding in front of the door and plant a bunch of grapes. Crystal clear grapes are really like pearls. Every time I harvest, Sister Sorghum blushes, Sister Cotton shows her white teeth, and the soybeans are full. Persimmon dolls hang on the branches like small lanterns, and people who are busy harvesting are laughing their heads off!
Next to the ridge, you will see several small fish ponds. Fish swim happily in the water, and occasionally a few shrimps cross like swords. There are some lotus flowers in the fish pond, which are slim and graceful. Some villagers are feeding fish, some are fishing ... it's really enjoyable.
When you come to the river, you often see a flock of ducks playing in the water. They stayed in the water for a while, and then stood on the water. It seems that children are playing on a swing, but they are actually very naughty. There are also some ducks, swaggering around on the river bank, feeling that they are the masters of the world.
Walking on the hillside in spring, the flowers are fragrant and there is a sea of flowers in front of you. Winter jasmine, azalea, pear and peach blossom ... compete with each other and open up, just like a girl dressing up.
Rural people, no matter what season, are a unique and charming scenery.
People in rural areas, although not as prosperous as cities and brightly lit at night, are simple and lovely.
The scenery of rural people is different all year round. Spring is warm in bloom, and country people always like to plant some plants at their doorsteps. There are impatiens, sunflowers and chrysanthemums. Or build a melon rack, or plant pumpkins, or plant loofah. The wall is covered with ivy and green leaves, which adds a touch of green to the next generation of spring and makes it full of vitality. In summer, the sun shines brightly on people. After the sunshine, impatiens blooms and bamboo grows tall. No matter how hot the sun is, as long as we hide under bamboo, we won't get sunburned. In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and dahlias are in full bloom. People come out for a walk in the evening, and the cool autumn wind blows on people's sweet faces. How comfortable it is to look at those beautiful flowers. In winter, wintersweet slowly pokes its head out of the snow-covered land to see how white the snow-covered countryside is, as if it were in a paradise on earth! The scenery of rural people all year round is really beautiful.
Animals, rural people naturally have to keep a few. They all like some pets, such as chickens, ducks, dogs and cats. At the door of a rural family, you will see a hen leading a group of chicks to forage in the bamboo forest, and a rooster standing on a high place looking at this colorful and beautiful world. At three or four o'clock in the morning, the rooster got up early and shouted "oh-oh-oh." As soon as the country people hear the sound, they get up and start a new day. There will be a flock of ducks playing in the river in front of people's houses in the country. When they play, ducks will be terrible and splash. Sleeping by the river at night, the water is as calm as a mirror, and people always feed these lovely ducks.
Washing clothes in rural areas is not as advanced as in cities, so washing machines are used. Their laundry is called smashing clothes, that is, holding a club head by the river and knocking clothes with it. That's how country people wash clothes. Passing by the houses of rural people in the evening, you will see them moving tables, chairs and meals to the door, eating, talking and laughing, chatting for a while, playing cards for a while, and giving out happy laughter. How interesting! Cool breezes and glowing fireflies are good friends of rural people. Together with rural people, it forms a beautiful and harmonious pastoral landscape.
Rural people are different from urban life and have unique and charming scenery.
My grandmother lives in the country. Every time I go to the country, there are always some interesting things that attract me and make me forget it.
In late autumn last year, my parents and I went to my hometown. Just after lunch, grandma said to me, "Let's go! Let's shoot dates by the pond! " After listening to my grandmother's words, I jumped three feet high and walked to the pond with a stick, a long hook and a fine net.
Grandma and I walked along the winding path, looking at the beautiful flowers on the roadside and listening to the insects in the grass, and unconsciously came to the pond. Ah! The water in the pond is so green! Green as a flawless jade. The wild ducks swimming by the pond flapped their wings and seemed to welcome us. Platanus acerifolia was placed around the pond like a sentry.
There are not only phoenix trees but also jujube trees by the pond! Jujube trees with thick branches lean against the pond, and sparse leaves are covered with dates with blue inside and red outside.
I looked at the dates on the tree and my mouth watered. I can't wait to say to grandma: "grandma! Grandma! Go on a date! " "Don't worry! No hurry! When I get ready, I will add more dates to make you eat enough! " Grandma said with a smile, and then began to work. Grandma laid a fine net around the pond and hit the lower part with a wooden stick. Where's the long hook? Of course it's high! Red dates are falling on our heads, faces and shoulders. I picked up the dates on the ground and said, "It's raining! It's raining jujube! " "grandma! Grandma! Let me play with dates! " I told my grandmother that she gave me a hook. I started hooking dates on the tree! But jujube seems to be deliberately against me and always slips off the hook. I was so angry that I lost my long hook, climbed up the tree like a monkey, and threw the dates down when I caught them. Unfortunately, I am not good at climbing trees. I only caught a jujube and fell from the tree. I looked up and saw jujube scrambling to jump down, sink like a diver and float up again. Jujube in the water rolls around like a wheel. Grandma closed the net, and the dates were crowded in the net, shining red in the sun. I quickly took out a handful of dates, washed them in the pond and ate them with relish. Grandma looked at me and smiled.
I really hope I can come to the countryside to play dates next time.
Taking advantage of this rare May Day holiday, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house in the country. Grandma's home is located in a beautiful mountain village. There are beautiful scenery in all seasons and the scenery is pleasant. Don't believe it? Don't panic, let me explain.
After a sleepy hour, I set foot on this familiar but refreshing land again with excitement. A few steps away, you can see a low bungalow in the distance. Yes, that's my grandmother's home. Looking from here, through the mist, grandma's house is hidden from time to time, just like a hut that can bring good luck to the protagonist in a fairy tale; Closer, the mist gradually dispersed, and you can see the whole picture of the small bungalow. Not far behind is a high mountain peak, which makes people feel like a house rising halfway up the mountain peak.
On the left of grandma's house is a pond. Don't underestimate this small pond, many people come to visit it all year round! People in our village come fishing in this small pond when they have nothing to do. Sometimes the fish don't take the bait, they sit by the pond and chat with the people who are fishing together, but sometimes they seem to be afraid to wake the fish and say nothing, which is terrible. Sometimes, people in the village get together and fish with big nets. After successful fishing, cheerful laughter will always reverberate in the sky. ...
On the right of grandma's house is a small vegetable garden. Although this vegetable garden is small, it is said that this small vegetable garden is not a small vegetable garden. This small vegetable garden can be described as "the sparrow is small and complete". For example, corn, peanuts, beans and sweet potatoes ... how about having such a small vegetable garden?
Behind grandma's house is my favorite hillside. The hillside is covered with soft grass and delicate flowers. In summer, my friends and I play happily here. Tired of playing, I lay on the grass. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, breathing the air with the moist smell of soil, touching the soft grass with your fingers, and passing the whistle of the wind in your ear. It's like being in a fairyland on earth
In front of grandma's house is a country road. Walking on it, you can still feel the fresh earthy breath. Looking from a distance, looking at the winding and extending path, there will be a paradise-like place along the path.
I have been to Chengdu, where there are many places of interest, and I have also been to Beijing, which is called the capital, but what I miss most is still beautiful countryside, which has the freshest and simple atmosphere. ...
It's summer vacation. I wanted to have a good sleep at home, but my friend took me to her hometown.
After an hour's drive, we finally arrived. The air in the country is very fresh, and there is no smell of smoke from the exhaust pipe of the car. I went to my friend's house first, and then settled down in her house.
It's almost noon, and it's almost time for lunch. Looking back, her grandfather was holding a big fish alive and kicking, and a trace of worry in his heart disappeared. My friend took me to her hometown. This place is really big. I got hungry after not walking for a while. We talked and laughed on the road and went home before we knew it. Looking at the delicious food on the table, my stomach seems to be more hungry. Finally, dinner is served. I tasted the fish first. It's really delicious. The fish is tender and delicious, and so are the other dishes on the table.
After lunch, we enjoyed the cool in the small yard. Although there is no electric fan and air conditioner in the small yard, it is very cool, blowing the wind of nature, and our hearts are very comfortable.
In this way, as time went by, grandpa said he would go to work in the fields, and we were bored with it. Sitting on the boat, grandpa paddled the boat, and we staggered to our destination. Watch it, all the vegetables are planted by my grandfather. Under his careful care, everyone grows well. Grandpa finished his work in the field and took us to another place. Grandpa took us to the watermelon field and saw those watermelons. He walked around happily and picked a watermelon. Grandpa washed the mud off the watermelon with river water, took out a knife and cut the watermelon. Grandpa picked watermelons in the field, and we sat there eating watermelons. Watermelon is red and delicious, with few seeds and very sweet.
Eating watermelon, I can't help thinking of an interesting thing. I immediately went to the field to see the watermelons my grandfather picked. I thought I could pick it, too, but I found a watermelon. Whether I like it or not, I took it off immediately. I showed my grandpa a watermelon, and his expression immediately changed, saying that the watermelon I picked was not ripe. I don't believe it. My grandfather broke it for me. It's really unfamiliar. I walked away in embarrassment. Grandpa said that picking watermelons is also skillful. It depends on whether the vines of watermelon have withered. You can basically pick withered ones. I picked another watermelon according to grandpa's words, and it was ripe when I broke it. Grandpa said I would eat it when I broke it, so the three of us shared another watermelon.
Life in the country is really different. I do things every day, but all I do are interesting things.
Now, whenever I work, I will see the scene of grandpa cutting wheat and think: Grandpa is wearing those black cloth shoes and plowing the field with a hoe. This special scene constantly inspires me to continue to abide by the glorious Chinese virtue of diligence! ……
He has tools in his hand all day; He is wearing a pair of rough black cloth shoes. His footprints are all over every inch of land. He is my grandfather in the country.
Grandpa is not tall, probably because he is carrying a hoe all day. His weather-beaten face was printed with deep wrinkles, which eclipsed his bright eyes.
Grandpa retired and went back to his hometown in the countryside to farm. Grandpa's sweat moistens every field. Whenever the blue sky is just covered with a layer of pale pink and deep silence still hangs over the village, grandpa goes to the ground with a hoe. His figure is so small in the open field, but every time he waves a hoe, it is so powerful.
When the wheat is ripe, it is grandpa's busiest time. He often picks up his sickle and goes straight to the wheat field before finishing his grandmother's cooking, and finally disappears into the rolling waves of the golden sea of wheat. Despite the assistance of the wheat harvester, the sweat of the bean kept rolling down, fell to the ground, and then slowly infiltrated into the ground. Grandpa's expression is solemn, without a trace of fatigue. Later, whenever grandpa ate the flour ground from his own wheat, he always had an elusive smile on his face. I didn't remember until I grew up. It was a smile full of relief.
Grandpa doesn't like lazy people, but he never criticizes them directly, but guides education-like me. I was very reluctant to work when I was a child, and I was too lazy to send bowls after dinner. Go to grandma's house in summer vacation and deliver bowls honestly on the first day. However, my true colors were exposed the next day, and my grandfather shook his head with a wry smile. Someone touched my head and said, "Like a bug, Grandpa will catch more for you!" " "I'm a monk in Zhang Er-I'm at a loss." Bugs? "Grandpa said," If you put the bowl on the table, the bugs will live in it! "I suddenly realized that I was ashamed and immediately sent the bowl to wash. From then on, the habit of not sending bowls after meals is no longer my "little tail".
Hard-working and simple words shine with grandpa's spiritual light!
Now, whenever I work, I will see the scene of grandpa cutting wheat and think: Grandpa is wearing those black cloth shoes and plowing the field with a hoe. This special scene constantly inspires me to continue to abide by the glorious Chinese virtue of diligence!
Although the countryside is not as prosperous as a big city, it shows a unique beauty full of local flavor.
Behind the low thatched cottage in the country, large tracts of golden wheat seedlings came into view, and the wheat waves looked like an ocean shining with golden light. The wind blew layers of wheat waves, and the wheat seedlings twisted their slender bodies and danced. Beautiful and charming dance moves convey good wishes and expectations to people.
By the canal in Tanobe, several white geese strutted and flapped their beautiful wings proudly from time to time. Their necks are always upright and motionless. How arrogant!
Approaching the fish pond, I only heard the sound of "plop" and "plop". It turns out that the fish are playing freely! Some fish are playing hide-and-seek with the farmer's uncle who feeds the fish, hiding from the east, so that the farmer's uncle can't find it; Some fish are smart, they don't hide, they just compete for delicious fish feed; Fish out of water, "breathing" fresh air ... so happy!
When I came to the loquat garden, I stood still and saw the trees here. The golden loquat was covered with branches. It's really mouth watering! These loquats are very close, and they are all vying to "stand" in front for farmers to pick. They playfully shook their little heads in the breeze, bringing endless joy to everyone. Birds in the distance are also pecking at loquat freely. What a harmonious and natural rural scene!
Out of the intoxicating loquat garden, at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the blue sky, thinking about clouds, driving away fog, throwing away all shackles, flying freely in boundless time and space, people's thoughts flying ... Dad and friends talked about work, life and study, and I also learned a lot. Dad told me that chatting with friends in the country is like turning over a new leaf. When you face the mountains, life has just begun. Only by working hard can you climb to the top of the mountain. Only by working hard can we see the bright sunshine. Only by working hard can life be full of warmth and wonderful ... My father's teachings have been lingering in my heart. ...
The beautiful scenery in this country is unique, and I can never get tired of seeing it. She is a beautiful and shy girl, hiding in the field and wearing colorful green clothes. Hidden in wild flowers, with a wisp of flowers; Hiding in the orchard, holding countless fruits. She-needs you to take your time. She's right here with us. She embellishes our ordinary life and makes our life colorful. She is my favorite scenery. ...
After the exam on Friday, I will have a holiday in the afternoon. We planned to go to grandma's house for a day on Saturday, so we called Third Aunt.
On Saturday, my mother and sister and I went to take the No.2 bus to my grandmother's house in Nanzhuyuan. We got off the No.2 bus and came to grandma's door. We saw that Sanyi had arrived before us. In the afternoon, grandpa came back from work, and soon his uncle came back, and soon his father came. In the evening, we sit together for dinner, after dinner. My mother and my third aunt went to clean up the dishes. After cleaning up, they flushed water to drink. I watched TV for a while. It's getting late. We're going home. When we were about to go home, Sister Sheng fell asleep. Dad drove us, Ye Sheng and Eun Eun to our third aunt's house.
There is no street lamp in front of Zhao Yu village halfway. We rushed to their door and waited for our third aunt and uncle to come back. After a while, they came. My cousin, En En, said that his uncle ran in front like a horse on a motorcycle, and his aunt followed slowly like a donkey on an electric car.
After a while, my mother got off and put down the Eucharist, and my sister and I also got off and went to my third aunt's house. Corn stalks are piled up in front of their house, and rows of corn are hanging in the yard, as if a Yellow River is flowing slowly.
We entered the house, very fresh, and there were several sacred cars. Soon, we will leave and pass by the yard. I saw rows of corn standing there, and I heard the barking of my third aunt's puppy and other big dogs, as well as the cooing of chickens. I suddenly looked up into the air, and the stars and the moon were high in the air. This moment is not the place where people live, but the standing trees, like the telephone poles on the expressway, as if we had walked into the forest.
Because I grew up in a city, I think there are no tall buildings, big hospitals and small clinics in this country. There are no good schools and no strict roads. There is also a dense mist in the countryside, but the countryside is full of vitality, and its silence and tranquility are invisible to the city.
I will never forget such a poetic night.
In a remote village, there lived a mouse. Its name is Gray.
In a small village, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, the flowers are beautiful, the grass is green and the grain is fragrant. Gray likes small villages. At night, he can lie on the wheat pile and look at the stars in the sky. Fireflies dance in midair in droves. In the morning, it ran in the golden wheat waves, which floated with the wind, and the fragrant smell made Gray sneeze. Especially every spring, no matter day or night, rape flowers and houses made of plants and trees all over the mountains exude a faint fragrance.
One day, Gray received a message from his friend Xiao Li in the city and invited him to play in the city. Gray is very happy. When he set off, he thought, "What will this city be like?" Gray walked and walked and finally came to the city. Xiao Li stood in front of it: "Grey, welcome! Come, I'll take you to eat something good! "
Gray agreed happily and took Xiao Li's hand across the street to eat delicious food. Gray walked and looked at the city: the sky lost the luster and color of sapphire, was pale, and was divided into small pieces by high-rise buildings, which was very ugly; The building also lost the fragrance of vegetation, but it smelled of reinforced concrete.
All of a sudden, four big wheels rushed towards Ash. Ash was scared out of her wits and fell into the sewer behind her with a squeak. But there was still a cloud of ash smoke sprayed into the sewer, which made the ash cough a few times. It ran out of the sewer and cried, "Help! Little chestnut, help ... "But its cry was soon drowned out by the noise. Xiao Li arrived panting and said to Xiao Chen, "Be careful, those things with four wheels are cars! If you don't get out of the way in time, you will become a mouse cake! "
Gray nodded and followed Xiao Li into the restaurant. Wow, as soon as they entered the door, they saw a piece of western cheese on the ground and was bitten by a small piece. They wolfed down their food. They jumped on the table again. Gray took a bite of cabbage, then vomited on the ground and said, "Why is the food in the countryside more brittle than that in the city?" Ah, it must be pesticide! "
Xiao Li saw that Xiao Hui said that cabbage was not delicious, and he was not convinced at all: "Go, take you to see Xuanwu Lake and make sure it looks better than your country!"
So it led the gray clothes to Xuanwu Lake. Gray saw not beautiful flowers hanging on the trees by the lake, but disgusting white plastic bags! Look at this lake again. Instead of graceful aquatic plants, milk cartons and pieces of paper are rippling with the waves. The lake is turbid, and the round pebbles at the bottom of the river are no longer visible. ...
Gray lost interest in this city and said to Xiaoli, "Friend, our country is still very beautiful. The sky is blue, the clouds are white and the water is clear. Goodbye! I went back, back to the beautiful countryside! "
10 rural excellent composition unexpectedly, after so long, the deepest scenery left in my heart is actually the countryside.
I don't know why, it seems that I was born with a special hobby for the countryside. I grew up in the city, without the wildness and liveliness of rural children. Every summer vacation, I will go to my mother-in-law's house to play with my cousins and other cousins' friends. My mother-in-law's house is in the country. The countryside is much more interesting than the city. Next, I will tell you about life in the countryside.
Cities are not better than rural areas, where cars are everywhere. If one is not careful, it will be a tragedy. The countryside is a dirt road, and it is difficult for cars to move forward, which has become a place for us crazy children to play.
There are many mountains in this country. The air in the mountains is fresh, without smog and bacteria. It is a sweet and wonderful smell in freshness. The scenery on the mountain is also very good. I especially like mountains in summer. In summer, there are unknown fruits in the mountains, which are my unknown fruits. My cousin knows them very well, even my cousin knows them better than me. Sometimes, I am really ashamed. Ok, let's get down to business. There is a kind of wild fruit that I like best. It is sour and sweet, and it is most common in summer. Commonly known as pricking bubbles.
There are ponds in the country. I remember there was a small pond not far from my mother-in-law's house. It was really small, only enough for half a child to go in. Of course, no one will be stupid enough to go in and be scolded to death by their parents. At that time, my mother-in-law didn't have air conditioning in summer, so we came up with more than N kinds of wonderful tricks to deal with the scorching sun in summer.
Method 1: I just said, isn't there a small pond not far from my mother-in-law's house? In summer, we roll our pants to our knees. Of course, this sentence is only for people who wear pants in summer ... We made a scene in a small pond, and after playing, we smelled cool, surrounded by trees and a pleasing green color, which was much more interesting than blowing air conditioners!
Method 2: Isn't there a lot of wild fruit in summer? We collect the fruits, put them in the refrigerator, and take them out when they are stored to a certain amount, and take out the cold water prepared in advance. This is our drink, and then we will gather some friends to have a food conference together. At that time, each of us had a sour and sweet taste in our mouth and a happy smile on our faces, which seemed to melt the whole summer. ...
Maybe our game is stupid and low-level, but it is pure and beautiful. This is the unique charm of the countryside. ...