Summer Diary 200 Words: Country Life

Grandma's vegetable garden

One day in the summer vacation, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house. On the road, cars sped by, and rows of poplars on both sides of the road welcomed us home like soldiers. Looking around, patches of green cornfields are like green carpets. How comfortable it is to walk on such a beautiful country road!

As soon as I entered my grandmother's house, I couldn't wait for her to take me to play in her vegetable garden. Before approaching the vegetable garden, I saw the red tomatoes in the distance look delicious like lanterns, hanging on branches and leaves, beans, newborn green snakes, purple eggplant, cucumbers and many other vegetables, each occupying its own territory and guarding its home. Grandma took me to the vegetable garden and picked the biggest tomatoes for me. After washing, I gulped down my food. It's really fragrant and sweet, much more delicious than the tomatoes bought in the city. Eating in the mouth, beauty in the heart.

The scenery of my hometown

Today my mother took me to my hometown, and here we are. What you see is a golden field. The field is like a mother, carrying a large plate of incense and food. I hate taking a lot of food from its plate. When you are hungry, eat sweet potatoes, pull out radishes and burn a bunch of ears of corn. When you are thirsty, pick wild melons to eat, find goat milk beans to eat, and fold sweet stalks into sorghum to eat as sugar cane. Everything seems ready-made anyway.

I walked for a long time and saw the sweat on the foreheads of those farmers' uncles planting rice, so I thought of a poem. When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every meal is hard?

At dusk, there is a red sunset glow on the horizon; Surging in the water, people got off work and mowed the whole branch in their own small fields. How many families have been floating smoke on the roof and gone away?

Beautiful countryside

My grandmother's house is in the country. There, how many are there in front of each house? Soldiers?

? Trees. No matter willow, pine, poplar and hawthorn, they all stretched out their arms to keep out the summer sunshine for the country people. Country people play chess, eat and chat under trees, and enjoy blooming flowers at home. Country people are much happier than our city people!

There is a small river trickling in front of grandma's house. The river is full of children playing with water. Children go fishing, swimming and playing? A water fight? . When they came home, the children were soaked to the skin. But they are just like soldiers who have won the battle, so happy!

Country people always keep a few chickens. In their yard, they often see a group of chickens, holding their necks high proudly and striding around as if they were the owners of the whole house. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, the rooster crows on time every morning, so responsible!

In autumn, rice is ripe. A gust of wind blew across the fields, and rice farmers danced in succession. Look! They jump up and down, jumping left and right, how regular they are, like a golden ocean! The trees beside the field applauded them. Sasha vujacic sasha vujacic, that's a beautiful voice! Yellow and red leaves jumped down from the tree one by one and couldn't wait to dance with the rice. What a beautiful scenery! It was so beautiful that we all forgot to eat and go home. It was not until the sun on the horizon disappeared behind the mountain and the moon mother-in-law lit up the way home for us that we woke up from our dreams and reluctantly left the little dance scene.

The beauty of the countryside, regardless of time and season, will always be unique. The happiness and laughter of rural people will always be unique.

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