Enter the pastoral composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with the composition bar. The composition requires a complete text structure, and it is necessary to avoid the appearance of an endless composition. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition into the countryside. Welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Entering the pastoral composition 1

You must rarely go to the countryside. The reason for this is that almost all of you were born in the city, plus busy study. Next, I will take you to appreciate the pastoral scenery in my eyes.

In the morning, the sun rises slowly, and the rooster sings a loud "song to remind the sun" with it. Many roofs are covered with smoke, and a few dogs bark in the distance, and a new day begins.

After breakfast, people start their day's work. Everyone goes to the fields to grow vegetables, pull weeds and fertilize. The children are not idle. They either help adults herd cattle and string beads, or they go to mow the grass noisily, and some go to the mountains to catch rabbits and birds.

when it comes to mountains, we have to mention the mountain scenery of Tian-O Garden. I have seen Hengshan Mountain towering into the sky, Mount Tai, the head of the five mountains, but I have never seen such a mountain as pastoral. These mountains are one by one, without any trace of disconnection. Moreover, the pastoral mountains will show different colors with the change of seasons.

In spring, everything on the earth revives, the mountains are green, and a few pleasant birdsongs come from time to time. At this time, it is like a vibrant child. In summer, the mountains look brand-new, and the trees grow and flourish, and he becomes a strong young man; In autumn, the maple tree changed into a red coat, and the fruit tree was full of delicious fruits. At this time, the mountain became a middle-aged man. In winter, snow turns Shan Ye's hair from green to white, and the mountain becomes a white-haired old man.

At noon, people go home for lunch, but there are always a few children who refuse to eat because they are playful, thus forming a scene of adults running after children.

in the evening, it's even more lively. Several families get together and eat extensively. They talked and laughed, and played the game of fencing. After dinner, the adults talked about housework and farming at the table, while the children played games outside the house.

This is the colorful rural life. Entering the pastoral composition 2

On the first day of the May Day holiday, I made an appointment with my good friend to go to the farm to feel the farmhouse music. Along the way, the flowers are red, the trees are green, and everything you see is so beautiful.

After about 4 minutes' drive, we arrived at Times Farm in Longshan. Looking around, the eyes are full of green wheat seedlings, and large tracts of farmland are like green carpets. The moist air was filled with the fragrance of the earth, and I couldn't help taking a deep breath, and the fragrance of the grass came at me. The owner of the farm received us warmly. First of all, we came to the greenhouse for picking small tomatoes. As soon as I entered the greenhouse, I was attracted by small tomatoes: some tomatoes were as red as a small lantern, some were as yellow as gold, and some were immature and green as a piece of jade, which was really colorful! My friend and I can't wait to ask the farmer for a small basket and start picking small tomatoes. I parted the thick green leaves and saw a chubby little tomato, reaching out and picking it. I found it is oval, with a sharp tail and a thin layer of fluff on the epidermis, like wearing a net coat. The red "lantern" is set against the green "hat", which is quite pleasing. I couldn't help taking a bite. It was sweet, refreshing and juicy. It was delicious! Each of us picked a full basket, and our hearts were filled with a sense of accomplishment.

As planned, we picked strawberries and visited the pitaya greenhouse, papaya greenhouse and vegetable greenhouse. I know a lot of vegetables: leek, chrysanthemum, shepherd's purse, spinach, milk cabbage and so on, which makes me increase a lot of knowledge. Near noon, we were sweating profusely, and the farmer prepared a sumptuous lunch for us ... This day was very meaningful, which made me realize the hardship of the farmer's uncle's labor. We should cherish their labor achievements, cherish food and be a grateful person. Walking into the pastoral composition 3

Walking into my country, I will definitely hear' Ding-dong, Ding-dong'. It turns out that Sister Quan Shui is singing'.

It's spring. Little bamboos will take off their clothes and sing and dance with us. Little tree, take off your white clothes and say hello to us quickly! Bird, bird, hurry up and play hide-and-seek with Xiaoshu! Peachtree girl, wake up the peach girls and show their smiling faces! Woods! Friends in the Woods get up! The Woods are up, and the little bamboo sticks its head out!

The little tree and the bird are playing hide-and-seek. Look how happy they are! The friends in the Woods began to move. The noisy children in the Woods in the country got up. It's early morning When the sun is shining, everyone wakes up in the sunshine, stretches, and walks into our rural small manor. There are always red intoxicating roses and yellow rape flowers that make people feel good. If they are in a bad mood, they will find a pleasant rape teacher. There are more flower teachers in the beautiful small manor, with red, yellow, blue and green flowers. When they walk into our rural chicken fighting field, chickens are fighting in the fence. They are interesting! Sometimes they fight who can eat fast! Isn't it interesting enough? If it's not enough, I can tell you that after the chickens have finished eating, the women will dance and the men will play music. When the fun is over, the fence will be opened for them to go out. The mother will lead the chickens to feed, one after the other, and the rooster will walk around in a big step. The scenery in the country constitutes a harmonious scenery, so I will let you have a look back. Going to my country will definitely leave you with good memories. Entering the pastoral composition 4

Pastoral, it is a paradise, a paradise of childhood; It is a picture scroll, a picture scroll of dreams; It is a landscape, the scenery of my hometown.

In spring, in the early morning, when the fog is still thick, the rooster crows. People who get up early have already started farming, walking on the path in the field, and the smell of soil is mixed with the fragrance of spring flowers, which makes people intoxicated. Turning around, I found that the wild flowers and weeds on the roadside are intertwined with the hazy blue sky and the long white clouds, which is really charming. The farmer's uncle not far away is sowing seeds. Seeds are like playing a game of jumping on the earth, scrambling to jump from a height, better than anyone else, with or without a 18-degree twist, with or without "waves" ... < P > In summer, the sun is no longer shy, and has become familiar with people, showing off its light impudently. The river in the field is busy. Whether it is a big child or a child, they can swim comfortably in the water, swim refreshed and swim happily. Swimming is like being born, as natural as eating and sleeping. Sometimes, everyone forms a team to play a game, lying back in order, floating like a boat, so naturally floating, floating.

In autumn, at noon, the autumn tiger is still at work. People can't care about the heat, hunger and fatigue, and enjoy the fruits of their labor. Piles of rice were left on the side of the road, and women and children at home were loading golden grains into agricultural vehicles with props such as dustpans. I kept joking in my mouth and always had a happy smile on my face. They must be very happy to see the bumper harvest.

In winter, the sun takes a break and always asks Miss Snowflake to cover the shift. People closed the door early and discussed around the table what to prepare for the New Year. The two snowy people outside the door just stood there, quietly guarding this home. Like two soldiers.

In the countryside, no matter what time or season, there are endless stories and endless scenery, which are as beautiful as dreams! Into the pastoral composition 5

"Go for a walk in the fields?" "Go"

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When we say go, we take a camera conveniently, and we start a trip to the countryside. It's beautiful and quiet ...

When we step on the wet soil, a fragrance comes to our eyes, which is mixed with the fragrance of grass, the elegance of wild flowers, and the sweet and soft taste of the soil. I haven't smelled such a beautiful smell for a long time. It's so quiet here that there is no harsh honking of cars, but there is a complete blue sky that has not been cut by tall buildings. There are no feasts here, but there is a gesture of letting a hundred flowers blossom; There is no asphalt road here, but there is a smell of the country, the smell of childhood, here, it is really beautiful!

Walking on, the fragrance was strong. I saw a bunch of wild flowers. They were small, with four petals, which were not noticeable, but they were full. From a distance, they looked like stars in the sky. Although they were not as noble as roses or as gorgeous as peonies, they were unique and stubborn. The strength to go up made me feel its vigorous life, vigorous life, which seemed to me.

With the birds singing and laughing all the way, I don't know when a bamboo forest appeared in front of me, "Ah!" I can't help admiring in my heart that bamboo stands here densely. After a few more steps, I stand in a piece of green, which is rich and full of green. Looking up, countless leaves divide the sky into pieces, but it is very harmonious and soft. The sunshine is filtered and leisurely falls, and the breeze blows, and the leaves play beautiful music neatly. A few tender leaves fall down and bend down to pick them up, and they are clear and natural. I seem to hear the breath of life and feel the temperature of life, even if it is very weak.

"crunching" on the fallen leaves, accompanied by clear and crisp sound, I walked out of the bamboo forest and continued to travel ... Go! Entering the pastoral composition 6

Autumn is a harvest season. In this season, many farmers are harvesting rice in the fields under the scorching sun, and my grandmother and grandfather are among them.

today, I am curious to help my grandpa and them with the millet. I took off my shoes and went out of the field, and I stepped into the first hard work in my life. Grandpa is threshing millet on the harvester, grandma is cutting rice, and my sister and I are responsible for handing the cereal handle to grandpa.

When I first went to the field, my posture was wrong when I was holding the grain handle. My grandmother patiently helped me correct it. She said to me, "Jason, your right hand should be held in the middle and lower part of the cereal handle, and your left hand should be pressed at the tail of the cereal handle, so that it is easy to hold." I tried to do it, and it was much easier to hold it, and the speed of conveying the cereal handle was much faster.

I've been hugging like this, and sometimes I mischievously pave the way with the cereal handle that Grandpa just hit, so as not to fall. However, there was a place that was not paved. As soon as I got there, a place fell on all fours, which made me harvest mud all over.

Hugging, my hands and legs are tender and exhausted, and I want to give up. But look at my grandparents, who are hundreds of times harder and more tired than our children, but they never said "I quit". I thought it over and over, and finally insisted on completing this hard work. It was 2 o'clock at noon, and I was already sweating like a pig. Nevertheless, I still felt very happy. After all, I finished this first five-flavored farm work.

The first time I took part in this kind of labor, I really realized the hardships of farmers' uncles. Every grain we usually eat was soaked with their sweat. What reason do we have not to cherish food? Entering the pastoral composition 7

Last autumn, my mother took me to my hometown to visit my grandparents. There, I really realized what country life is, and it is still memorable until now! I got up early in the morning and went out to play with my sister in law.

Birds are standing on the branches and singing praises from time to time; Wildflowers and weeds can be seen everywhere. They sway in the autumn wind and look so lovely in the sunshine. Fish play in the water; The stream flows happily. Did you have a good trip? In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and everyone's stomachs began to sing "empty city plan". We were planning to go home for dinner. On the way, we saw some people baking peanuts. Seeing how delicious they ate, we were all drooling, so everyone began to plan a peanut roasting operation. My sister and I stole peanuts and others stole straw. After all the materials were prepared, we found an abandoned brick house as a barbecue place.

first, build a stove with a few bricks (not too complicated). Next, put some straws in it. Next, put the peanuts in and cover them with the straw (just cover them with a little straw). Then, when the straw is burned, cover it with burnt black ash for 5 minutes and you can eat it. When we eat our own cooking, we don't have to 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 their doors and entered the sweet dream country. It is so quiet everywhere, only a few birds chirping occasionally ... Walking into the pastoral composition 8

Grandma's house is a beautiful place. On the country road, you will smell the fragrance of melons and fruits. By the pond at night, you will hear frogs singing; On the vast grassland, you will see flocks of cattle and sheep. Flowers are in full bloom in spring, trees are shaded in summer, fruits are fruitful in autumn, and it is snowy in winter.

Miss Chun wakes up everything, the snow and ice melt, the flowers bloom, the trees are green, and the geese come. After a spring rain, flocks of grass stuck their heads out, and farmers' uncles began to plow in spring again. Everywhere was busy and full of vitality, and sometimes they could smell the faint fragrance mixed with the soil.

It's summer, and it's green everywhere, but it's still so hot. Dogs stick out their tongues from time to time and hide in some shady place. Pigs, cows and sheep all go back to their rooms and refuse to come out. However, the farmers' uncles were not intimidated by the heat, and they insisted on working in the fields. At this moment, it reminded me of the poem "When weeding is noon, sweat drips down the soil". The harvest is really hard to come by!

In autumn, a cage of fennel is planted in a golden field with endless fragrance. Every farmer's home has a strong aroma of fennel. In autumn, some leaves are yellow, some are red, some are half red and half green, and some ... A burst of breeze comes at us, which is very refreshing.

In winter, Snow White puts a hat on the earth, a cotton-padded coat on the house and a silver coat on the trees. Adults sit on the warm kang, cover their lower bodies with quilts, embroider flowers and hold soles, and talk about peace. Children are not afraid of the cold. They chase snowmen and have snowball fights in the yard. Their faces are red with cold and their hands are stiff with cold, but they don't care and have fun happily.

People in rural areas have a unique and charming scenery that people yearn for at any time and in any season. Walking into the pastoral composition 9

Today's weather is particularly hot, and there is no wind. Birds who usually like to skip around have stopped singing. But my father told me to play rice, saying that he wanted me to experience the happy life of doing farm work.

When I got to the field, my father had already installed the threshing machine, and I learned from my grandmother and put on a straw hat, gloves and so on. There is quite a feeling of going to the battlefield. The following is the division of labor: father is responsible for removing rice and mother is responsible for delivering rice ears.