Article 1: Rural Life
In order to let me know about rural life, my mother decided to take me to my grandma’s house in Liuheng during the May Day holiday for a visit. them.
Today, the weather was fine, and we happily came to Liuhenglong Mountain. Before I even entered the house, I saw my grandfather wearing a straw hat and working in the fields with a hoe in his hand. The hot sun made his face red, and there were layers of fine beads of sweat on his forehead. . Seeing my grandpa working so enthusiastically, I ran to the field out of curiosity and asked my grandpa to teach me how to farm. However, as soon as the hoe was in my hand, it stopped obeying me and couldn't even pick it up. "Oh, farming is so difficult! Even holding a hoe is difficult." Seeing that I was so hard of hearing, the uncle patted my head kindly and said, "Son, this is indeed a bit difficult for you city people. Let's go back. Go home." Yes, I really want to see what their house is like, because in my imagination: Grandpa's house is short and the furnishings inside are very simple. But when the grandpa led me into their house, I was stunned and realized what I expected: the house was a two-story house with red and yellow paint on the outside. The colors were very bright, and there were color TVs and air conditioners. , water heater, etc. Everything is available. As soon as I walked into the yard, a puppy ran up to me and barked crazily. Didn't it know that I was its owner's guest? When the grandpa scolded him, he ducked aside dejectedly. In the yard, the chicks were following the hens foraging for food, and the proud big rooster was walking around in the yard. Just when I was excited, the grandma suddenly called me, oh, it turns out that the hen laid an egg. The grandma asked me to take out this warm egg from the henhouse. Don't look at it. There was a little bit of feces, but it still tasted good. In order to reward the hen, the grandmother took a handful of rice to comfort it.
In the evening, curls of clear smoke floated from the chimney of the grandma's house again, like beautiful girls wearing white clothes dancing in the sunset.
Part 2: Rural Life
In comprehensive practical learning, we have a better understanding and experience of rural life and pastoral scenery. Next, let me talk about my experience of rural life!
In the autumn, I heard my father say: "My eldest sister Tingting went back to my hometown to cut straw. It was very fun! Later, I kept arguing with my parents to take me back to my hometown to cut straw. Dad My mother couldn't bear it, so she had to take time to take me back to my hometown to cut straw!
When I arrived at my hometown, this time of the season happened to be when the rice was ripe. From a height, it looked like a golden ocean. , the people cutting the straw seemed to be invisible! On the second day, I immediately picked up the sickle, carried the basket, and went to harvest the straw with the neighbor's sister. The sea. We picked up the sickle, harvested the straw carefully, and put the straw into the basket. My neighbor's sister and I were very tired, and our backs were very sore, but we did not give up, because that was how the farmer uncles lived every day. Life, but they never disliked it. When the sun went down, I raised my head and looked up at the sun. After a while, it gradually disappeared, and our red faces were covered with a layer of crystal fineness. Sweating like roses covered with dew. My neighbor's sister and I happily took our harvest home. As soon as we got home, I put down my sickle, wandered into the room, and lay down. I fell asleep in less than 5 seconds, and after a while, I snored. My parents and the neighbor’s sister laughed when they heard my "snoring".
Children, those! This is how uncle farmers live. They go to bed late and get up early! So we can’t waste food, because it’s all the hard work of uncle farmers, isn’t it?
Part 3: Rural Life
In a small village, there is a crystal clear stream, with a winding blue streamer gurgling around the small village all year round.
Both sides of the stream are covered with trees. There are green grass and lotus leaves. The lotus leaves are crowded together, like big green discs. A gust of wind blows gently, and the lotus leaves dance like a shy girl with a veil.
The fish swim happily in the water, jumping out of the water with a "plop" from time to time, and hiding under the lotus leaves, the water surface is sparkling.
Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. It turns out to be a large and lush cypress tree in front of the stream!
Beside the cypress tree, there is a low thatched hut with rattan climbing up it! There are many big pumpkins on the roof. Looking at the lush pine forest behind the house, there is a large field of grass seedlings growing there!
A white-haired couple is drinking wine in the house. While talking and laughing with a southern accent, the old woman was helping the grandfather massage her head while pointing her finger at the eldest son who was working hard in the bean field. Weeding the weeds, I saw him wearing short sleeves and a bamboo hat, holding the hoe tightly with both hands, leaning forward, and hoeing hard, completely ignoring the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He was so focused. I am afraid that I will accidentally hoe off the young bean sprouts.
The second son is sitting under the big cypress tree, weaving a chicken coop! While weaving, he thought: I will quickly weave the chicken coop so that the chickens can live in it, so that they will have a safe and comfortable home.
Under the tree, their underage son was lying by the stream, wagging his little feet, peeling off lotus pods and eating them playfully, muttering to himself: "I give these delicacies to my parents and my parents. Brothers, take one with you! "Look, he is very busy! He was very lovable that way.
This is really a fun time for the whole family!
Part 4: Interesting Country Life
Country life, how lovely and interesting. Who can have that kind of uniqueness - country life.
My grandma lives in the countryside. Every winter vacation, my parents take me to my grandma’s house to experience the fun of rural life: my happy smiling face is reflected in the spring water; my cheerful footprints are left on the mud; The mountains full of green trees and red flowers echoed with the joyful laughter of my friends and I. The countryside is so beautiful!
At my grandma’s house, the most interesting and cute thing is playing with the cannon’s “lead” with my friends. Just pick up one or two unexploded artillery pieces, pull out the "lead", pour out the blue-green "gunpowder" from the artillery, put the "lead" on it and light it with a lighter (or match), then turn around and walk away After a few steps, I heard a "whoosh" sound. Beautiful sparks appeared there, and the colors of the sparks were so bright. They were red for a while, then turned green, and then turned into the most common yellow... It’s interesting when it turns blue! Time is always only two or three seconds: like the blue sea, the blue sky, and also like a blue grass. The colors are so beautiful, and the size and shape are even more beautiful: sometimes these sparks are high, sometimes low, sometimes like a hill, sometimes like grass. What a joy!
The day is short. After dinner, we sat on the steps in front of the house and watched the sky darken little by little. In a blink of an eye, the stars lit up and the moon showed its pure white color. Teeth, we began to count the stars. As we counted, I seemed to have entered a beautiful dream world: the stars twinkled towards the earth, and the moon was like the most unique gem inlaid in the dark night sky. , the moonlight seemed like a thin layer of white gauze, surrounding the mountain, so light and so bright, the whole mountain was immersed in the shroud of white gauze. A gust of cool wind blew by, as if a pot of wine had been spilled, causing the trees, bamboos, flowers, grass and other plants in front of the house to stagger.
In the countryside, your day will be colorful, because - the countryside has a unique and charming scenery. I love the beautiful and interesting country life.
Part 5: Countryside? Life
I like the carefree country life, the quiet field roads, the farmyards on the roadside, the gurgling streams... All are desirable.
The morning light and the clear chirping of birds woke people from their sleep and injected new vitality into them. The diligent farmers began their day's activities. Walking on the field path, occasionally a few wheat stalks would sneak into the trouser legs, shaking slightly, as if they were saying hello to me naughtily. In the creek beside the road, there were a few tadpoles swimming happily, and a few dragonflies flew across the water, flying rapidly into the sky, chasing each other, happy and comfortable. Immediately afterwards, several children rushed past. What were they doing? Oh, it turned out to be chasing those dragonflies. In the blink of an eye, they were drowned in the thick wheat ears, but the happy shouts were still clearly audible.
At noon, pink sunflowers bloomed against the scorching sun at noon. Sitting in the courtyard of the farmhouse, listening to the chirping of cicadas and birds on the plane tree, occasionally a tabby cat would pass between my legs. At this time, walking by the stream will definitely make you feel relaxed and happy.
At dusk, on the hillside where the setting sun shines, a dwarf tree is coated with a layer of golden yellow by the afterglow of the sun. It is like a frozen freehand painting, so beautiful that it is intoxicating. . At the moment when the last afterglow disappeared, everything in the world seemed to become quiet. The birds stopped chirping, the dogs stopped barking, and even the old cows that were grazing forgot everything and quietly stared at the direction of the setting sun... …
Night has fallen in the countryside, and the stars in the sky are like the people on the earth, countless. At this time, lying on the rocking chair, looking at the bright starry sky, I felt extremely comfortable. In the quiet and comfortable night, the farmers who have worked hard all day end their fatigue all day and fall into a sweet dream amidst the sound of frogs croaking.
What a wonderful country life! So intoxicating, so desirable! I pursue a rural life full of poetry and picturesqueness!
Part 6: My Rural Life
In early July 2013, during the summer vacation, my father took me back to my hometown in the countryside to live with my grandparents. My hometown is located in a remote mountainous area, backed by tall green mountains. There is a clear river gurgling in front of the door, and a green lotus field with blooming lotus flowers, red, pink, and white, colorful and fragrant. Tangy.
Grandma’s family has a big black dog, which wanders around with three little puppies with tiger-like heads all day long. If anyone approaches the puppies, it will definitely stare at you with its canthus and gaping mouth, which is very scary. The grandparents were an exception. No matter if they were bitches or puppies, no matter how much they cuddled them, they would just keep wagging their tails and purring happily.
Grandma said that dogs are like humans. If you are good to them, they will be good to you.
Really, because I have been responsible for their food, they have gradually become familiar with me, and they no longer yell at me, and they have truly become my good friends.
Grandma’s house also raised a brood of chickens, led by an old bald hen. The old hen is ugly, but the chicks that hatch are cute and fluffy. Once, I looked at the chirping chicken and couldn't help but reach out to catch it. The string-like chicken kept struggling in my hand and screamed miserably. The old hen that was immersed in eating immediately pounced over and pecked my hand several times. "Put down the chicken quickly!" Just when I was panicking, grandma shouted repeatedly.
Grandma said that although the hen is weak, it is eager to protect its offspring. If anyone violates its offspring, it will not be afraid, no matter how powerful you are. Grandma also said that once, a weasel attacked a chicken. When the old hen found out, she spread her wings and jumped up, making strange chirping sounds to fight with the weasel, and actually drove the weasel away.
Looking at the chicks gathered under the hen's bald wings, I almost forgot about the pain in my hands and felt respect for the ugly old hen. Suddenly, I remembered Uncle Zhao Zhongxiang's wonderful explanation in "Animal World". I never imagined that the animal world in life is more vivid and exciting.
Summer in the countryside is busy and interesting. Although lotus picking is a job for adults, children always like to step on the thick mud to catch tadpoles, toads, small fish and shrimps. Sometimes they get stuck in the mud and cannot pull their feet out, so they have to cry and ask adults for help. For this reason, they always No one gets scolded, but the children always refuse to change despite repeated admonitions.
After picking lotus pods and returning home, adults and children from all households gathered in the alley to peel lotus and chat, enjoying themselves. There are also naughty children who carry lotus seeds and wander around. They often can't help but abandon the lotus seeds and hunt for cicadas and chafers. For this, adults often scold them.
The summer in the countryside is not hot, but the river in front of the door has almost become a paradise for children. Every evening, boys and girls always rush to jump into the river to seize the best position, and then divide into two groups to have a water fight. Even though I was beaten so hard that I couldn't even open my eyes and it hurt so much, I always felt extremely excited and excited.
After dinner, adults and children walked out of their homes one after another and sat on the bridge at the entrance of the village to enjoy the cool air and chat. Some even rolled up mats and slept on the bridge for the night. The moonlight is bright and the water under the bridge is sparkling. Children often cannot resist the temptation and jump into the river one after another, often joined by adults. From time to time, there are fire lights swaying in the fields, which are adults foraging for loaches and eels.
Although I have lived on campus in the countryside for many years, I rarely have the opportunity to experience real rural life. During this summer vacation, nearly two months of rural life made me truly feel the beauty and magic of the rural world, as well as the diligence and simplicity of the villagers. Unfortunately, the summer vacation is almost over, and I have to leave my hometown in the country and go back to school. Goodbye, my grandparents! Goodbye, my friends! Goodbye, my beautiful hometown! When can I meet you again?
Part 7: Another kind of rural life
The scenery outside the window flashed past her eyes quickly. She was a little confused, but she showed a trace of joy. After a while, the bus arrived. She slowly got out of the car and looked around. Everything here was still so familiar, as if it was a memory from yesterday. She followed the path based on her memory and soon came to the lake.
She always felt that she had a special affection for this lake, even though she had only been there twice. Yes she has been here. A certain year ago, she fell madly in love with this quiet country life, but she couldn't bear to give up what she had in the bustling city. Now she has nothing. Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of coldness.
She took off her heavy travel bag, sat on a stone by the lake, closed her eyes, and felt the warmth of the sun shining on her body. She wanted to dry up all the memories of that city. Abandoning everything there, she started over the country life she had longed for.
She rented a house by the lake. Although the house was a little dilapidated, it was still clean. If you open the window, you can see the sunshine color blooming in the fields of rapeseed flowers, spreading soft honey-colored ripples in the thin air, making her full of pampering. Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines in through this window, she will wake up naturally, sit quietly on the edge of the bed, look at this ray of sunlight, and breathe in its unique fragrance. Maybe in the past, she always lived in noisy troubles, and her heart was not deeply attached to people and things. But now she could really feel the fragrance of the country soil and the warmth of the sun, as if she could reach out and touch it.
Now she is a teacher in the only primary school in this village. Everyone in the village calls her Jing, she has no surname but only a given name. They didn't know her past, but they were friendly to her. She found that she had gradually fallen in love with this job, and the life here had given up those unforgettable pains. Leaving made everything easier and gave everything a reason to be forgotten. She really started over. Suddenly, she smiled happily, innocently like a child who has not grown up.
The past is like the last dull sound of a strummed string, and memory is like the echo after that dull sound, leaving us with throbbing and sadness again and again. The curling smoke of the village, the oily wheat fields, this calmness and ease are the attachments that people can live in poetically.
Why not forget the painful past and seek another quiet and comfortable rural life?
Part 8: Experience rural life
In order to let me understand rural life, my father decided to take me to my grandma’s house in Liuheng during the May Day holiday and visit me by the way. Check them out.
Today, the weather was fine, and we happily came to Liuhenglong Mountain. Before I even entered the house, I saw my grandfather wearing a straw hat and working in the fields with a hoe in his hand. The hot sun made his face red, and there were layers of fine beads of sweat on his forehead. . Seeing my grandpa working so enthusiastically, I ran to the field out of curiosity and asked my grandpa to teach me how to farm. However, as soon as the hoe was in my hand, it stopped obeying me and couldn't even pick it up. "Oh, farming is so difficult! Even holding a hoe is difficult." Seeing that I was so hard of hearing, the uncle patted my head kindly and said, "Son, this is indeed a bit difficult for you city people. Let's go back. Go home." Yes, I really want to see what their house is like, because in my imagination: Grandpa's house is short and the furnishings inside are very simple. But when the grandpa led me into their house, I was stunned and realized what I expected: the house was a two-story house with red and yellow paint on the outside. The colors were very bright, and there were color TVs and air conditioners. , water heater, etc. Everything is available. As soon as I walked into the yard, a puppy ran up to me and barked crazily. Didn't it know that I was its owner's guest? When the grandpa scolded him, he ducked aside dejectedly. In the yard, the chicks were following the hens foraging for food, and the proud big rooster was walking around in the yard. Just when I was excited, the grandma suddenly called me, oh, it turns out that the hen laid an egg. The grandma asked me to take out this warm egg from the henhouse. Don't look at it. There was a little bit of feces, but it still tasted good. In order to reward the hen, the grandmother took a handful of rice to comfort it.
The meal is ready. Although there is no big fish or meat on the table like in the restaurant, it has its own characteristics. You see: the eggs in the pickled mustard and egg drop soup are just laid by the hens; the vegetables are big. Grandpa planted it himself and just pulled it from the ground; the potatoes were just dug out of the soil a few days ago, and the proud big rooster just now has become a delicacy on our dinner table... I heard the grandma introduce it. : "You can eat the vegetables on our table with confidence. These vegetables have not been treated with pesticides, unlike the vegetables in the city that have been treated with pesticides. These are real green foods." I didn't think so at first. I love vegetables, and while eating them with relish, I kept saying: "It's good to eat vegetables. Dad, please tell me more, so you don't get so fat." Everyone laughed, and I even received a beating from my father.
In the evening, curls of clear smoke floated from the chimney of the grandma's house again, like beautiful girls wearing white clothes dancing in the sunset.
I hope it can help you, and I hope you will adopt it.