Village composition

1 The name of the village is not poverty, but simplicity; Its style is not boring, but concise; Its soul has not declined, it is warm. A few scattered small houses, like a baby lying in a cradle, this is the village, where I was born and raised.

The lake rippled, and the ripples overflowed my cheerful songs. On the clear lake, I smiled. A stream took out of the village and watered my soul. Water, clear to transparent, clear enough to overlook the joy of fish, can peep at the "clamp dance" of shrimp. The stream is singing a murmuring song, crossing the mountains and coming to my village with joy and beauty.

Smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up and filled the mist in the morning, and the crystal dew washed the flowers and plants completely. Red brick houses, green grass and orange sunrise all extend along the path to the village. Outside the fence, on the path, farmers in twos and threes, carrying bamboo baskets and hoes, or singing folk songs all the way, or chatting casually, walked to the fields. Oily crops nod gently in the breeze, elegant wildflowers dance, and everything is showing beauty. In the vegetable garden, the vegetable farmers bent down to loosen the soil, and the earthworms poked their heads out and twisted around as if they were dancing a unique dance.

The children gathered on the green grass, jumping rubber bands and playing hide and seek. A child fell and fell on his face, which made all the children laugh. The child got up, patted the dirt on his body, pouted and looked angry, as if he were really angry. But after a while, they began to play again. Smart laughter, like a smart music notation, flies in the air for a long time. It was not until noon that I was reluctant to leave in my mother's long-awaited call. The children in the village are always so carefree, carefree and happy.

As beautiful as these children, whether in the trees, flowers, grass or on the roof, there are always birds' voices, chirping, walking around, singing, calling, talking, hee hee and bickering. These little guys are so cute. I've always wanted to be a bird and play like this. Perhaps, I can spread my powerful wings, fly leisurely in the sky, pick a white cloud and a star, and have a bird's eye view of this beautiful village.

Village, there are always unspeakable words, intoxicating flowers, charming fragrance, leisurely white clouds, dense shade, dense fence, all the beautiful scenery is my heart. I am very happy to live in this paradise. Thanks to this prosperous but beautiful village, from its silence, I realized the truth that "there is no peace, there is no distance"; Thanks to this quiet but harmonious village, from its harmony, I understand the law that "harmony is beauty". All the creatures in this village are beautiful and not polluted. This pure land of mind is my life, my paradise of life.

Village, harmony and tranquility; Comfortable and warm. The people, scenery and things here are so harmonious, loving and beautiful.

2 Beautiful Small Village In the valley, there is a beautiful small village called Taohua Village. There are beautiful scenery here, and the scenery is pleasant all year round. This is really a paradise.

In spring, the peach blossoms there opened, some just opened two or three petals, some fully opened, let us see the goose-yellow stamens, emitting a faint fragrance. Miss Liu's hair is long and thin, and I can't help but think of two poems by the great poet He, "Jasper adorns the tree, and thousands of strands of green silk hang down." Swallows fly back from the south, adding a lot of vitality to spring. Pairs of swallows were tired of flying and landed on the wires. In the blue sky, there are several thin lines between the poles, how like a stick! The stopped swallow became a note, a hymn of spring.

Summer is coming, and the lotus pond is full of snow-white lotus flowers. From a distance, there are white sails on the blue waves, which are really beautiful. Lotus leaves like jade are like big disks, one next to the other. The water drops on it are crystal clear under the sunlight, like bright pearls. Suddenly, a breeze blew through the lotus pond, like a group of fairies dancing in white gauze. The fragrance floating from them was really refreshing. There are still many flower bones in bud, like mushrooms after rain, bulging and holding high on the water, which is particularly eye-catching.

Miss Qiu is here! Miss Qiu is here! The corn in the field was so happy that it deliberately changed into a string of golden tassels, grinning and showing yellow teeth; Soybean may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; The meal was particularly polite, and I bent down to pick up my long-lost "old friend"-Miss Qiu. Sorghum has always been afraid to meet strangers. I'm still embarrassed to see Miss Qiu, and my face is red. The red apples in the orchard are looking out with green leaves, as if to show off how beautiful I am to passers-by; Big red persimmons are covered with branches. From a distance, they are like strings of small lanterns welcoming Miss Qiu. A string of purple agate-like grapes hangs under the grape trellis, which is particularly charming against the green leaves.

In winter, many trees wither, but plum blossoms have red buds, standing in the cold wind, as if in the cold winter: I am not afraid of you! Like plum blossoms, and bamboo and pine and cypress. The colder they are, the greener they are. This is the "three friends of the old cold" that people admire, and it is an example for us to learn! Of course, the most representative thing in winter is snow. Its footsteps are light, and we walk into nature unconsciously. Pieces of white snow, with light steps, slowly falling. After the heavy snow, the trees are white, the houses are white, and the wheat fields are covered with white quilts, which indicates a bumper harvest in the coming year.

How charming the scenery in Taohua Village is all year round! What a beautiful big garden!

3 Beautiful Mountain Village My name is Chen En, and I am 10 years old this year! I am a "handsome boy" in Class 5 (2) of Sara Primary School in Chengdu, a small reporter of Chengdu Youth Daily and a small reporter of Rongcheng selected by Chengdu Municipal Committee of the Communist Youth League. I like reading, thinking and writing. My composition has been published in Sunshine, Reading, Writing and other magazines. But I'm a little naughty at ordinary times. Father said that I don't know how to cherish today's happy life. Last year, I was sent back to my hometown in Nanchong, Sichuan to exercise and suffer hardships. How depressed I am! But dad also let me find a beautiful mountain village, which is really an unexpected harvest!

My hometown is in Nanchong, which is far away. My father grew up in a beautiful mountain village next to a small town in Nanchong. Although I didn't have much time to go, I was deeply attached to my hometown, and the beauty there was deeply imprinted in my heart.

The morning in the mountain village is a beautiful ink painting. In the morning, the sun sneaked out of the mist, revealing half a face. In the endless fields, patches of wheat are as green as a green carpet. On the thin wheat leaves, the dew is crystal clear, and from a distance, it seems that countless pearls are scattered on pieces of jade, and the green is dazzling. And the long rising wisps of smoke make the small mountain village look charming and soft.

The sun rises slowly, and the sunlight is slowly transmitted from the dense bamboo forest to the bamboo leaves, to the yard and to the flowers and plants in the yard. It seems that everything in the eyes is wrapped in golden sunshine. If you were here, you would be fascinated by the beautiful scenery.

The morning in the mountain village is a grand meeting for fitness and labor. After breakfast, people began to get busy. They take hoes and buckets or laundry baskets to sow seeds in the fields. Looking at the hard-working land and thinking about the appearance of seeds sprouting, people's faces show hopeful smiles.

The children walked excitedly to the school in the town with their schoolbags on their backs. On the way to town, people carrying all kinds of vegetables and food are going to town one after another. They want to sell the fruits of their labor and buy back what they need.

The night in the mountain village is like a beautiful symphony. It was dark, and the "little artists" in the fields of the mountain village began their wonderful performances. Slugs sang a long moonlight song affectionately; Toad is playing the cello with a thick throat; Frogs sing beautiful love songs like tenors; Crickets accompany them heartily, and the rustling of leaves in the wind adds a bit of mystery to the symphony. People listened to this beautiful tune and fell asleep with sweet smiles.

The mountain village in my hometown is so beautiful, I really hope all my friends can see its beauty and be loved by it.

Once in the country, my father wanted to take me to the hot spring to take a bath. After everything was ready, we set off. I was in the car looking at the scenery outside. I saw a large green immature wheat field, some hard-working farmers were plowing the fields, and some cows were grazing on the nearby lawn. Women are milking cows. It smells like the country. Because I am a city person, the people and things I contact are different from those in the countryside, so I fell in love at first sight and vowed to come back here at least twice a month.

The countryside in the morning is particularly beautiful, just like a beautiful landscape painting; A thin mist, like a veil, surrounds the waking earth. I don't know where the rooster is, clamoring for the morning. The warm sunshine gently shines on every corner of the world, quietly climbs into bed and wakes up the sleeping people. When Mengmeng's brother saw Grandpa Sun coming out, he disappeared without a trace, leaving only clear and sweet dew as a small gift for flowers and plants. The flowers and plants were very grateful to Brother Fog for his gift, so they bowed their heads and thanked him.

Sunflower felt the warmth of the sun and turned to show a bright smile to the sun. The breeze is blowing gently, the grass is shaking its petite body happily, and the white clouds are "floating" in the direction of Xifeng. Birds kept "squeaking" on the branches, and other birds hummed along, playing a symphony of nature.

Farmers who get up early work hard in the wheat fields in order to ensure that their wives and children are well fed and warm. They never complain about their work; It is to cultivate silently and reap silently. And every spring, it is the season of wheat harvest. The wheat fields blown by the breeze, and Lang, a thriving scene! However, what I will never forget is that when farmers harvest wheat fields, their faces are filled with happy expressions.

I leaned against the window and savored the charming rural scenery. In the city, there are only noisy noises and dazzling neon lights, and the crowds and traffic on the streets are more blocked. The environment is also very unsatisfactory, and the air pollution index is often the highest. Everyone says that city people are ruthless and have little free time to enjoy family happiness with their dear family. So I think I prefer the purity and comfort of the countryside to the city.

Looking for the village of childhood, the sun sets and the residual light is gone, suddenly looking back, I saw a memory left on the road of growth. Childhood gradually left me, irretrievable, so I had to sigh. Childhood village, childhood memory. Now let's look for childhood memories together.

Spring rain drops moisten the earth; Peach blossoms are red again. Bloom endless beauty; The seeds germinated and ushered in a new beginning. Everything is animistic and dotted with the earth. Looking around, green wheat fields. The green earth has brought people a burst of vitality. Spring has come and everything is changing. Only myself, as a child, stood on the path with my back against a telephone pole without any decoration, and my heart was full of infinite imagination and longing.

Now, for the children in the city, it is not very new, but they are pursuing new electronics and new machines. Yes, these empty realities have taken away the hearts of many teenagers and shattered their dreams.

Pick up the lost memories and piece together the present self: pick up the lost scattered beads and string them into a chain of memories; Picking up discarded childhood photos and erasing the traces of years, few people take the time to do those things now. Many people have been lost in the neon of the city and in the dusty past. If the teacher hadn't mentioned the words childhood and the past, I wouldn't have remembered it. Man, when will you know how to cherish and remember?

Youth is beautiful, but short-lived; Youth is short, but full of vitality. How many childhoods can a person have in his life? How many youths are there? What has passed, don't let it drift with the wind?

This village is a yearning for freedom and happiness. There are no large entertainment places, no tall buildings. But it has its own unique charm. Golden wheat waves, green vegetable fields and clear rivers. This is what cities don't have! But all this is so familiar to me that I can smell it even if I close my eyes. It left every step of my growth. Since I was born. I will remember, an extraordinary village.

On the stage of life, I am the protagonist. Growth is a kind of happiness, but how many people ignore the footprint of growth? Growth is a kind of exercise. But how many people cry about it? Growth is a kind of enjoyment, but how many people have not cherished it?

The afterglow rises and the sun reappears. Looking up, the sky is still so blue, and it also contains many past and hopes. Childhood is back, I want to remember it! Childhood village, childhood past. Now let's look back and continue to look for childhood memories!

Beautiful mountain village cars are driving on the winding mountain roads in the reservoir area. I breathe the fresh air in the morning, and my vision follows "we paddle and the boat pushes the waves." The beautiful white pagoda is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls ... "Singing songs and watching the scenery along the way, mountains and water aroused my infinite reverie ... Growing up in a noisy city, I have been longing for the idyllic mountain scenery written by Tao Yuanming, and I have been longing for studying, living and growing happily in that environment!

Soon, we arrived at our destination. Get off and have a look. Wow, it's beautiful! Everything in front of me makes me involuntarily exclaim! A "Xanadu" with mountains and rivers and green water flowing is unobstructed in front of my eyes. Lush trees stand upright in the winding mountains, as if girls are showing their graceful posture. A small river flows quietly along the foot of the mountain. The river is crystal clear, and stones of different shapes lie quietly at the bottom of the river, as if lying in the mother's arms. A gust of wind blew, and the branches on the mountain twisted slightly, making a loud noise, and the river rippled with layers of crystal ripples.

We crawled in the original broad-leaved forest along the artificially opened path. Along the way, a bamboo forest, like a graceful girl, steps lightly in the wind and dances with the whistling mountain wind. And the ancient trees in the bamboo forest that few people can pass seem to tell us about the vicissitudes of life. They are like heroes who never fall on the battlefield, vigorous and powerful, standing on the highest peak, without a trace of timidity and fear in their eyes; Another example is a scholar who is detached and strong-willed, reciting that touching poem loudly on the mountain. Walking in the forest and looking at a ray of sunshine through the leaves, I seem to be wandering in a green kingdom. Stepping on the overlapping shadows of trees, I greedily breathe the air of this natural oxygen bar. It seems that this is a paradise on earth. Everything is so natural, everything is so perfect, everything is so relaxed and happy, everything is so visited and returned. ...

At noon, the food is delicious, and there are some wild vegetables that I can't name. Even the meat, fish and vegetables I often eat at home have different tastes. Meat is local pork, fish is clear water fish, and food is alpine ecological food. I don't know if it's because of hunger or original food. I was too full for that meal. Chatting during the dinner, I realized that this is the best place to protect ecological broad-leaved forest in Zhejiang Province. Only then did I know why my father had to live in the mountains every time he came back from Huaibei. It turns out that the weather in Huaibei is gray every day. At night, there are less than three stars in the sky. He wants to see the mountains, the water and the fresh air. He wants to count the stars at night in the mountains.

I hope the falling sky can satisfy my father's wish. ...