An excellent example of rural composition

Last autumn, my mother took me to my hometown to visit my grandparents. There, I really realized what country life is, and I still remember it until now!

In the morning, I got up early and went out to play with my siblings. Birds stand on the branches and sing praises from time to time; Wildflowers and weeds can be seen everywhere. They sway in the autumn wind and look so lovely in the sun. Fish play in the water; The stream is flowing happily. Did you have a good trip? In the blink of an eye, at noon, everyone's stomach began to sing "Empty City Plan". We are going home for dinner. On the way, we saw some people baking peanuts. Seeing how delicious they ate, our mouths watered, so everyone began to plan a peanut baking operation. My sister and I steal peanuts and others steal straw. After preparing all the materials, we found an abandoned brick house as a barbecue place. Build a stove with a few bricks first (not too complicated). Next, put some straws in it. Next, put the peanuts in and cover the straw (just cover a little straw). Then wait for the straw to burn, cover it with black ash and eat it for 5 minutes. When we eat our own cooking, we need not mention how proud we are. Unconsciously, evening arrived. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze and the homing birds are all so beautiful. Only a few shouts occasionally came from the distance. The last sunset disappeared and the whole sky darkened. People have closed the door and entered a sweet dream. It's quiet everywhere, only a few birds are singing occasionally. ...

Country life, you are so unforgettable, so touching!

The annual Labor Day is coming again. My mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time and came to my grandmother's house in the country.

We got off the bus and walked to the village. The cool spring breeze blows head-on, as if welcoming the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road are green fruit forests planted by farmers, and lush branches and leaves block the golden sunshine. There are many longan trees hanging on the trees. My mother told me that longan is not mature yet. In summer, a string of sweet and delicious longan in Huang Chengcheng can be picked and become the fruit on the dining table.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I forced my mother to set off firecrackers. My mother had no choice but to agree. So, I walked around looking for a firecracker shop and finally got what I wanted. I stood on the roof and threw firecrackers into the river. Unexpectedly, I scared the ducks bathing in the water. It was surprised to "ga! Ga! Hey! " I screamed loudly and ran home in a panic. I can't help laughing. In fact, ducks are cute, too. You see, a fat body in vain, a yellow mouth and bright eyes, can you walk around without being cute?

Suddenly, the sky was overcast, with lightning and thunder, and in a flash, it began to rain cats and dogs. I hurried back to the house to hide from the rain. After a while, the rain stopped, and suddenly the sky was high and the clouds were light. Look up and you will see the rice fields soaked by rain shining. Walking into the tree-lined fields, you will feel relaxed and happy. Looking at the heavy and full ears of wheat, I thought: It was the working people who exchanged these ears of wheat with their own efforts. How great the working people are!

After lunch, we came to his uncle's guava forest. In front of us, it seems to be an endless fruit forest, with three uncles and others, which is simply a green ocean. His uncle is holding pliers and carrying a bamboo basket. I followed him from side to side, only to see him carefully cut off one green fruit after another. I was so happy, I thought, I can eat enough now. After picking the fruit, I was sweating and panting. When I saw my uncle, he was sweating like a pig. How difficult it is! I ate sweet and crisp fruits and thought: These fruits were bought by working people with little sweat.

What beautiful fruit trees and wide fields make me linger. After returning to China, this continuous picture often echoes in my mind.

1, the beauty of rural life is outside the hospital. When I lived in my old house, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and put on a set of casual clothes to go out for sightseeing. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most comfortable thing in vision is the girl's bright red and green clothes, and the enjoyment in hearing is the refreshing sound of chickens and insects, and the sound of farmers opening the courtyard door. This gaudy color and simple voice are most suitable for this large area of wheat ears and stumbling cows. Further on, there is a hotel in the distance where people live together. The shop number is "Happy Forest". I am very happy in my heart. The wind is blowing under my feet, as if I were moved by the immortal spirit of China Kung Fu.

The amount of water in this place is amazing. As long as you stand in an empty place, there must be a big or small river bend flowing into your eyes.

In the morning, before the fish in the river wake up, people poke their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog is very thick, and there is no one opposite. When the two boats approached, they both broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that it was close, but the ships were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old fisherman here, 78 years old, with a fair face and a Hong Zhong voice. "Small fish and shrimp for sale-",although it is a common cry, makes people intoxicated. When you wake up with a cup of tea, you feel comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that it was dark, he stood at the stern and raised a line of mud and urine. Many of them have been scolded by their wives, and the water for cooking has to be picked from this river!

There are often two lovely birds, holding the top of the willow tree by the river, with their eyes facing each other, singing chirp, infinite tenderness and snuggling up to each other. A pair of carp came out in the morning to get some air, taking advantage of the fog and playing to their heart's content, regardless of the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun is shining, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early, nothing more than two things, burning incense at night and making breakfast. In this place, people's toilets are often by the river, and men and women do their own things and go hand in hand, but they don't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work.

In the morning, I always wake up naturally, and the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter. The singing of birds has gradually decreased from the enthusiasm and noise of singing. I think it's to catch insects after the party. Occasionally, a sweet singer flew away crying. Get up and look at the time on your mobile phone. It's not six o'clock yet. The sun is already in the bushes, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall. The light cast in the house was covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rose and sank happily in the light, like dancing in the morning light. Pack up mom, push her to sit in the sun and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be leisurely.

In the days when spring comes and summer goes, I wake up every morning to hear the crisp birds singing. When you get up and open the window, you will see a piece of green vegetation and breathe fresh air. You must be in a good mood at this time. The next step is to make breakfast. If you are used to it, you can buy some fried dough sticks mixed with porridge in the small street. It's beautiful. When you are full, work in the fields, weeding and loosening the soil. It's time for oranges to blossom. When the farm is busy, everyone will take lunch out to eat. When the sun sets, you will see the farmer's uncle, carrying a hoe home. It's time to light a cigarette and have a rest. It is time for his wives to cook. As night fell, I lay in bed and watched TV, and soon fell asleep. After a day's work, I slept soundly, and all you heard was the grasshopper outside. It's quiet at night ~ Every holiday, I will do it myself. For example, in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I will go to the grave to pay homage to my dead relatives and pick "green" myself. (a plant, mashed with glutinous rice to soften, put some stuffing. There are sweet and salty ones, which can be eaten after being wrapped and steamed. ) Our local dialect is called "Qingming Fruit", which tastes good ~! On the Dragon Boat Festival, every family has jiaozi, which is sweet and salty, and they can eat whatever they like. During the Spring Festival, every household is very lively, and firecrackers reverberate in the mountains from time to time. If you like the countryside, you are welcome to come and play. People in the countryside are warm, simple and hospitable. . .

In midsummer, it is near early autumn. Xin Qiji, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, was hit by the proposal school, but his ambition could not be extended. He had to retire to the mountains and live in Shangrao District, Jiangxi Province.

One day at noon, Xin Qiji had a good lunch and went out for a walk. The warm sunshine shone on him and he felt very comfortable. Xin Qiji sat on the lawn under a big tree, squinting at the surrounding scenery.

I see a thatched cottage in the distance. The eaves of thatched cottages are so low that people can only bend down and walk in. In front of the thatched cottage, there is a clear stream. This stream is so clear that even the pebbles under it can be clearly seen. From time to time, several small fish are playing at the bottom of the river. The brook is full of pink lotus flowers, like a shy girl. The stream is covered with green grass, blown by the breeze.

The eldest son is hardworking and weeding with a hoe in the bean field in Xidong. The second child is sitting beside the hut, knitting the chicken coop skillfully. The favorite little son is very naughty, peeling his head and lying by the stream to eat!

Xin Qiji saw deeply touched, then made a word:

The thatched roof of a thatched cottage is low and small.

The stream is covered with green grass.

Drunk and charming

Who are the parents of the white-haired old man?

To the east of the stream, their eldest son is weeding.

The second son is busy knitting a chicken coop.

Favorite rogue child

Xi Touwobao Peng Lian

A happy life in the countryside

On the second day of National Day, I went to my grandmother's house to play. Grandma lives in the country and it takes two hours to drive there. My mother and I walked on a path full of wild flowers, breathing fresh air, and we were in a particularly good mood.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, my little sister and I came to the big garden behind the house. My mouth watered when I saw red lanterns hanging on my grandmother's pomegranate tree. With grandma's consent, we picked pomegranates, and in a short time, we picked a full fruit bowl. However, we saw two big, red and round pomegranates on the branch. We tried on tiptoe several times, but we couldn't get it off. They are too high! The neighbor's little sister jumped so hard that she fell and almost cried. I coaxed her and said, "Forget it, leave some for adults to choose from!" " Let's go and play something else. "The neighbor's little sister smiled through tears and took my hand out of the garden.

We jumped to the hillside behind the village and prepared to plant sesame flowers. We first dug a small pit with sharp branches, then put sesame flowers in it, then covered the soil around the sesame flowers, and then leveled them. Finally, we brought a small bucket from home to water the soil ... I was so happy to see the sesame flowers we planted so bright and beautiful in the sun! I silently wish that when I come back next year, the hillside will be full of beautiful flowers. ...

Life in the country is so happy!

Rural houses are disorderly and the environment is indecent. This is the old appearance of rural life in the past. However, walking through this country road has made many people in the city cast envious eyes. On both sides are newly-built well-off residential buildings, with red tiles and beige walls and new green everywhere, which is particularly harmonious, and people can't help but sigh the changes in rural life today.

There are no tall buildings in the city, no endless cars, no noisy sounds, only a kind of tranquility that people in the city have not seen for a long time. Walking on the country road, enjoying the open sunshine and feeling the unique flavor of the country is a bit intoxicating. Listening to the crisp songs of birds, watching the waves of carp in the pond, stepping on the stone road and feeling the rare idleness. Willow branches sway in the soft spring breeze, and the air seems clear and transparent, revealing intoxicating freshness and indulging in the rich pastoral flavor.

Sunset, watching the sun slowly setting from the hillside, beside the Qinghe River in the village, there are several women chatting and washing clothes. Against the faint sunset, it seems that they can see the most simple smile in the countryside on their faces. Suddenly there were more people. Workers from a village-run enterprise hurried home after work. This is also the busiest time in this quiet village.

Simple and hardworking country people themselves are changing everything around them, enjoying a beautiful environment and a happy country life. In the noisy city, perhaps more and more city people are willing to change their lives and feel this fresh country life.

Country life

I come from the city, but I have also been to the countryside several times, which is also very interesting.

One summer vacation in the third grade, I went to the countryside-grandma's hometown with my parents and cousin.

Grandma's house is a two-story building, covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, but it is dense on one side and sparse on the other. They danced rhythmically with the breeze. A few strings of dried red peppers are hung under the eaves, sunflowers are planted in front and behind the house, and there is a pond dozens of meters away from the house.

I made some good friends here. The most interesting thing is to dig out the eggs. First, let a partner climb a tree to find the target. He looked around and his eyes suddenly focused on something, listening. He pointed to a tree and we climbed it quickly. I'll climb first, and Beibei is at the end. I stopped where I could reach the bird's nest and reached for the eggs. My left hand gripped the trunk tightly, and my right hand quickly handed the eggs to the people below. My knees are close together. After eating three or four eggs, I suddenly felt something soft, hairless, sticky and hissing. Is this ...? I quickly threw the snake down the tree and suddenly screamed. My partner and I came down quickly.

I like farm life!

Yuanyuan, why don't you go home and have a look? Dad asked me again. I am still an old saying: "No, never!" At this time, it reminded me of something I used to do in my hometown: the place where we slept was on a dry thatch, and there were no mosquito nets. Mosquitoes bite insects at night, which keeps me awake all night; There are piles of cow dung in front of the door, which are smelly and dirty. I don't know what my feet will look like when I step on them. The muddy road is full of puddles. If you accidentally step into a puddle, your whole foot will sink in, and finally you can pull it out, but your shoes will stay in the mire ... Dad seems to read my mind and say to me, "My hometown is not what it used to be." I thought to myself: Is this true? So I followed my grandfather back to my hometown by car.

Came to my hometown, ah! How beautiful! Is this my vertigo? I rubbed my eyes, didn't I? The original bumpy path has now become a flat asphalt road, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, bees singing, butterflies flying and tall buildings rising. My father and I came to my uncle's house. Wow, my uncle's house has also changed. The walls are painted as white as snow, as if they were made of powder and Daiyu, as if they were wrapped in white. The furniture is also brand-new, engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns. The house is so big that they don't have to cook with a stove anymore. It's all changed into a gas stove, which is convenient and fast ... I feel like I'm in a fairyland on earth. My uncle took me into a room and opened a piece of cloth. Ah, this is exactly what I am familiar with-a computer. My uncle operates the computer skillfully, just like talking about the piano. My sister also has a computer. She is good at playing with computers. The old social concept of son preference is gone forever now. I didn't expect the quality of my hometown people to improve so quickly! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw that those farmers in the distance no longer used old Niu Gengdi, but used various tractors. The sound when plowing seems to praise the changes in my hometown.

The people in my hometown have changed, the land has changed, the transportation is convenient, and there are telephones and so on. But what caused these changes? I was puzzled when two women were talking and laughing. One said, "It's better for the government. I don't like boys better than girls. I just found out now that girls are so great! " "My daughter is also ..." I suddenly realized that this is the credit of the government! I think: if we talk about the future, it will definitely get better here!

It took me 20 minutes to take a taxi, please accept it!