The fourth grade composition of rural beauty is 300 words.

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is my collection of nine 300-word essays by rural beauties in the fourth grade, hoping to help you.

Beautiful rural scenery 300-word composition 1 A river as clear as a mirror flows around this small village all the year round, with green grass beside it and lotus leaves in the water. Lotus leaves are as dense as jasper plates. A breeze blew gently, and lotus leaves danced in the water. There is a tall cypress by the river, and there is a low hut next to the cypress.

Next to the hut, there is a green meadow. From a distance, it looks like a green carpet. The grass is dotted with colorful flowers, like exquisite embroidery patterns dotted with green carpets.

Looking up at the sky, the sky is blue and endless. Occasionally a few white clouds float, sometimes like cotton, sometimes like lambs, changing different shapes in the sky. A breeze blew and the air was filled with a fragrance. It turns out that the trees in the distance are full of flowers, pink as chardonnay, white as snow and red as fire, as beautiful as a painter's oil painting.

Suddenly, there was a clear birdsong, "chirp", as if the birds were singing happily. A flower, a grass, a tree and a tree in the countryside, and the singing of birds constitute a vivid picture of the countryside.

Beautiful scenery in the countryside In mid-autumn, I went to my grandmother's house and saw the beautiful scenery of the mountain village.

Early in the morning, when I opened the door, a dreamlike scenery appeared in front of me. The breeze blows across the fields, and the heavy rice is as shy and silent as a newly married daughter-in-law.

We arrived at the fish pond along the winding path. The little fish is still sleeping. When they turned around, the opposite mountain was like a face that had just woken up and had not opened its sleepy eyes, shyly covered with a thin veil.

At noon, the mountains are still looming, and the fish are awake, jumping around in the water as if to say hello to everyone. Birds fly freely in the blue sky. In the afternoon, the timid mountain gradually unveiled its hazy veil. Grandma kindly told me: "Although the rice has not been harvested, it is ready to sow beans. This is called sowing early beans. " I squatted quietly by the field, thinking.

At night, the sun can be sent home without the block of tall buildings, and the sun sets slowly and gradually.

In the evening, the sun goes home and takes over in February. The stars blinked and listened to the story told by Sister Moon. How wonderful it is for the watchdog to bark on a quiet night!

When I left, I was fascinated by this beautiful night scene and couldn't bear to leave.

My hometown is in a small village, where the scenery in four seasons is fascinating, and I only have a special liking for the unique autumn scenery.

Unconsciously, the cicada's cry disappeared, the leaves turned golden yellow and the rice was ripe. Oh, it's autumn.

The mountains are full of autumn messengers-golden leaves. Some of them are lying on the ground, listening to the history of Mother Earth; Some fly with the wind, just like a group of golden butterflies playing in the breeze; Others are in the treetops, looking into the distance.

The autumn water in the mountains is cold. It is cold, which is no less than the snow in winter. Sometimes a little bit makes people tremble. Its clarity is unique; Standing by the river, everyone can clearly see the small fish in the river.

Autumn is the busiest season in this country. Every household is busy harvesting rice, and the fields are filled with the ripe fragrance of rice. By the time baskets of golden rice were continuously transported out from behind the threshing machine, the farmers' uncles were already happy from ear to ear. The harvest scene added the most wonderful finishing touch to this Qiu Jingtu.

These endless pictures always reverberate in my mind ... I love that beautiful country!

Although living in a bustling city, I have a special liking for rural scenery. Fresh air, blue sky, how beautiful!

The morning in the country is particularly beautiful, the sky is high and the air is particularly fresh. How comfortable I am breathing the fragrance of the earth! It's an honor. For a while. At dawn, people worked in the fields with tools on their backs for a long time. The green crops make up a beautiful picture.

At noon, the countryside was sweltering, and cicadas sang listlessly in the trees: "cicadas … cicadas …" as if to say, "It's hot, it's hot." The tree rolled around its beautiful leaves and the bird fell asleep.

The night view of the country is also charming! Green fields; The yellow-flowered rape is covered with a layer of "white gauze". The working people have also moved home. Some are driving cows on country roads, and the cows are twisting their heavy tails. How lovely! Others walk home with a smile on their faces with the fruits of a day's labor.

Ah! The scenery of the country, you are really a beautiful picture! How I like you!

The beauty of the countryside is beyond a word "beauty". The beauty of the countryside is unique. The animals, plants, people and farmland in the countryside are really a beautiful "pastoral landscape". Let's enjoy ourselves.

Animals in the country seem to be fearless. There are a flock of ducks by the bridge. When I give them bread, they will come with their heads held high and eat it. They are very arrogant. You can see small fish or tadpoles in a clear stream, just like eating them every day. I often see my father coming home with many small fish and shrimps. The beauty of the countryside is really unique.

The plants in the countryside are all piece by piece, and some big trees have shadows as big as houses in the sun; Birds are singing loudly in the branches: "The big trees in the country are our home. Come and protect it. It's really refreshing to walk into the Woods, and there are bright flowers on the ground ... "The beauty of the countryside is really unique.

In rural farmland, the wheat is golden when it is ripe, and it can grow to your waist. Sometimes a green and fat caterpillar will climb up your leg, and sometimes a colorful butterfly will stop on your middle finger. The beauty of the countryside is really unique.

At night in the country, people will visit each other. In the quiet moonlight, the adults laughed loudly and the children chased and played. The beauty of the countryside is really unique.

The textile girl jumped out: "The scenery in the country is really wonderful, and the animals and plants are really beautiful."

Beautiful rural scenery 300-word composition 6 What a beautiful rural scenery, wisps of faint morning fog float in the blue sky like ribbons, and the two ends of the ribbons are tied to distant mountains and nearby farmers respectively.

Under the sunshine, the terraced fields built by the mountains dress up the barren hills like ladders. It seems that you can go to the blue sky with a ladder. The golden rice in the paddy field reflects the sky and illuminates the deep mountains like a mirror.

Look, the shepherd is driving the sheep to the hillside to eat grass! The mountains are covered with green grass, and he wants to feed all the sheep. The sheep are full and basking in the sun on the grass. The shepherd boy sat on the stone, took out his favorite flute and blew it. Melodious flute echoed on the hillside.

Farmers, some pull pears; Some carry water to water and fertilize vegetables; Some people take hoes to clear weeds in the fields ... they are always laughing or singing folk songs. When the sun went down, they all went home. In a short time, plumes of smoke emerged from the farmhouse, slowly and slowly dispersed, intertwined with patches of Xia Hong, like a group of fairies. Play a symphony with birds singing, so that those farmers who have worked hard all day can wash away their fatigue. They simply moved the tables and chairs out of the room and began to eat in a big way.

The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze and the birds flying home in the sky depict an idyllic scenery in harmony with rural people.

Rural beauty 300 words 7 rural morning is quiet and harmonious. The milky morning mist embraced the village in her arms, and there was only a little reddish light in the east. The rooster stood on a high stone, hunched his tail, and stood on his chest to announce the dawn. Hard-working people got up early, and some went to the vegetable garden with hoes and poles. Some ride tricycles to the market to sell vegetables. When the sky is completely bright, the birds stand on the high branches, bathed in warm sunshine and sing loudly, as if praising these hardworking people.

At noon in the country, it is very lively. Everyone in the field hurried home for dinner, talking and laughing about farming all the way. After lunch, the farmers have a rest and go to work in the scorching sun. The children at home were very happy. Everyone got together and moved out of the bench. Some took a "bridge" and some took a "mountain" and played "crossing the border" with great interest. I played until the sun went down, and then reluctantly parted.

The night in the country is quiet and peaceful. People who have worked hard all day go home to cook. Plumes of smoke floated from the kitchen chimney, and bursts of rice fragrance floated from the dining table. After eating, people go out for a walk and talk about their families. Some of them also went to the mahjong room to play cards for entertainment, while the grandmothers danced square dance with beautiful music. It was not until the crowd dispersed that people went home and fell asleep listening to the song of Weaver Girl.

The countryside is really a colorful and ever-changing picture!

Beautiful scenery in the countryside The countryside is a beautiful place. Although it is not as prosperous as the city, it has unique scenery here.

When winter comes, you can see a thick layer of snow on both the roof and the thin fine soil. After a while, a group of lively and happy snow elves floated in. They fly all over the sky like feathers, and finally they are everywhere. At this time, I always see a group of children my age rushing out of the house, but they are happier than me. They run in the snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen. They are happy and carefree, as if this beautiful winter belongs to these children. I reached out my hands to pick up the crystal snowflake and watched it slowly melt in my hands.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the city I stayed in and its shortcomings: although it was prosperous, it was also very noisy; Although it is beautiful, it is not really beautiful after all. Here, there are no children who can play carefree, only some young and ignorant children make snowmen there.

I love the prosperity of the city and the beauty of the countryside, because I can feel real happiness here.

A beautiful day in the country is beautiful.

In the morning, before the sun fully rises, it has already issued a brilliant red light, revealing only half of its face. The white clouds in Fiona Fang are dyed red, as if painted with pigment, like a red face, watery and very lovely. The mountain seat in the distance is tall and straight. From a distance, there are mountains outside the mountains and trees outside the trees. Only green is connected with green, crystal clear. The water reflects the green hills. The flowers are beautiful, and there are fish and shrimp in the water!

The noon sun is poisonous, but it still can't stop the enthusiasm of the farmer's uncle to work. Walking on the ridge of the field, facing the breeze, it is refreshing at once. Farmers in Tanaka waved hoes to reclaim wasteland, and from time to time, a few rough folk songs came from the distance. Not far from the stream, there are several children swimming, backstroke and breaststroke. Some of them even pull up their pants and run to the river to catch small fish and shrimp. ...

In the afternoon, the adults went to work in the fields, and the children were not idle. One by one, they ran to the soil slope to dig holes, catch fish and beat mud. They were tired of playing and shouted that they were hungry. I don't know who's calling. Everyone got together and collected Mao Mao Zhen and thorn moss. Everyone Qi Xin joined forces and quickly picked up the whole bamboo basket. When we are full, everyone doesn't want to play anymore. They are all lying on the grass, resting with their eyes closed. Grass is as soft as a sponge and more comfortable than a bed at home. Everyone is lying on the grass, dreaming about the future. ...

At night, the stars in the sky blinked naughtily, and the smoke from the kitchen chimney floated on the roofs of several families and spread leisurely.