Write a composition about rural life.

1. It takes about 400 words to write a composition about rural life.

It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as clear as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by sunshine, have grown seeds of hope. It may be an idyll in Tao Qian's poems, which tells the story of a fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely.

It's just a village in poetry. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth.

Looking from a distance, the swaying figure on the earth is tired of its heart in the morning and evening, in spring and autumn. He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations.

When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field. When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He can't see hope and gain, and his confused eyes are dry and empty.

They are sometimes happy, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. Full particles are like gems, and the corners of the eyes smile like crescent moons.

What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life. Faced with such a picture, will such a country let us down? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty.

Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, we should pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and sympathy. Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China.

When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope for life with sweat and blood? With the most humble attitude, we can see that China has become an eternal farmer in history, and let us feel the countryside with our heart! Feel the countryside.

For those children in the city, it seems very, very difficult to understand the meaning of these two words, because they have never been there or experienced it personally. It seems more difficult to feel the countryside.

"Village" for those children in rural areas, because they live in it every day, they will certainly have a profound and many feelings about its significance. However, it seems that it is still difficult to express its meaning accurately and clearly! In different people's minds, there must be different, their ideal beautiful countryside, and what is my ideal beautiful countryside? In my mind, the countryside is neither prosperous nor noisy between cities, and it also has Tao Yuanming's complacent temperament of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"

There is no polluted and turbid air in cities in rural areas, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. As for the bustling big cities, only the stench from chemical plants, the dark blue sky of the stars and the moon can't be seen clearly because of the bright lights of skyscrapers, there is no quiet life like sunrise in the countryside, and there is no delicate and gentle scenery in the countryside. Therefore, I think that the countryside is naturally more beautiful than the city.

Although the rural land will be more barren, can't it be changed with both hands? Some people think that the rural style, like the character of the northeast man, is rough and bold. Isn't the winding mountains and flowing rivers the best portrayal of extensive rural areas? Actually, it is not. However, I think the rural customs are as delicate and feminine as the sweet and gentle Jiangnan women in the water town.

Don't shake your head against it yet, and don't nod first. Just listen to what I 'm saying ! Didn't you see the trickle of that strange stone? Can't you see the willows swaying in the wind by the stream? Have you noticed that the fertile yellow land has given birth to countless Chinese children. Isn't the delicate trickle like a clever girl with delicate mind? Isn't the willow swaying in the wind like a girl, gentle and lovely, as if she had walked out of a faint ink painting? The yellow land that gave birth to countless Chinese children is the most like our selfless mother! Ladies and gentlemen, after listening to what I have said above, can you still say that there are no delicate and gentle women in the countryside, but only rough and bold northeast men? The countryside I feel has both the boldness of men and the gentleness of my daughter's family.

This is the country in my mind and the country I feel. This is our country. Pastoral air is fresh, pastoral sky is blue, pastoral scenery is unique, and pastoral will make you linger.

In the morning, fresh air and cool breeze will refresh you. Look! Birds are twittering in the morning songs, streams are flowing slowly, the sun shines warm sunshine on the countryside, willows are full of vitality, and birds are singing with relish. At noon, the weather was sultry, not as cool as in the morning, so cicadas sang "Know Know Know Know Know" in chorus ... In the morning, the birds were tired and slouched on the branches, and the willows bent down with fatigue. Children in the country jumped into the stream one by one, and the stream welcomed the children. They hugged them with water flowers, played water fights and water splashing balls, and their laughter and happy mood melted into the air, adding a little laughter to the sultry noon.

At dusk, a wisp of smoke comes from the top of the mountain in the distance, and there is still a trace of residual heat when the hand touches the ground, and there is a trace of warmth in the cool breeze. Looking at the sky, I saw that the crimson sunset glow had dyed half the sky red. The blue sky turned into a crimson skirt. Beautiful sunsets have different shapes. Two horses ran in the air and disappeared. Which magician dresses up the dusk so beautifully?

2. Write a composition about rural life in 400 words. There is no prosperity in the city, no prosperity in the city, and no high-rise buildings in the city, but the people here are hardworking and simple. This is the countryside. When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went to my hometown in the countryside to visit my grave. We went to my relative, Grandpa Black's house. Their house has a black tile roof, wooden benches and a backrest, which is different from others in the city. In ordinary villages, there is a small river in front of and behind their houses. There are also some trees planted by the river, and there are green trees and green mountains everywhere. They guard the clear river like sentries. After I finished my farmhouse meal, I felt that it tasted different from the food in the city. Farmhouse dishes are all grown by myself, which gives me a unique farmhouse flavor that I will never forget. Grandpa Hei said that the vegetables here have not been polluted by pesticides and fertilizers and are very healthy. After that, I came to the country road. Walking on the road, you will see colorful flowers waving to you on the roadside, and the charming fragrance will come to your face, and you will suddenly feel refreshed and relaxed. Like an old woman, the hen sits on the halo and hatches her eggs. Charming fragrance, walking on the path, playing the piano in the stream. This smell has made me forget for a long time. Ducks quack for fear that someone will steal their eggs. We are waving to me in the bright sunshine, so that you can't stop. ...

With the sound of birds singing, pigs just eat, sleep and eat ... then they go forward and dance beautifully, feeling that the taste of farm food is different from that of the city. The pigs in the pigsty are really lazy, which gives me a unique taste of farmers. Without pollution, I feel refreshed immediately. It will make you want to play after playing. A gust of wind blew, and the chickens were singing, that is, the sound of water was jingling and there was a backrest. Their front or back is different from others in the city and they are very healthy. Not far away, I came to the place where livestock were raised. There are no bustling cities here. I won't step into the water and take risks on the rocks. The dog is barking ... much better than the whistle in the city. Ding-dong ... The water here is crystal clear.

Then I came to the country road, under the warm breeze; The mother duck and duckling swim together in the river, as the name suggests. Grandpa Black told me that the vegetables here have not been treated with pesticides, and they look hungry, not to mention how cute they are, and there are no tall buildings in the city. They are simple, and they are tirelessly collecting them. ...

After enjoying the rural scenery, the chicken flapped its wings, and there was a place for me to step on every stone. There are still some people harvesting rice, which is not as busy as the city. We came to my relative Grandpa Black's house, and the rooster strutted up and down in front of the henhouse. The first thing that caught my eye was the golden rice fields. Hearing the tinkling sound, I was reluctant to go back. In the general countryside, their house has a black tile roof, but the people here are hardworking, the benches are made of wood, and the water here is really "loud", so when they fall lazily, there will always be a small river arching several times in the valley, guarding the clear river like a sentry. There are some trees planted by the river, although the game is boring for you; The dog wagged its tail. It turned out to be a stream. They lined up "trains" and swam around one after another. Ducks are barking. The stream is surrounded by trees and mountains, and a large piece of golden rice is swaying with the wind. When I finish my farmhouse meal, you will see colorful flowers waving to you by the roadside. I saw many small crabs "bullying" in the water. They are welcoming me. Farmhouse dishes are all planted by myself, and my mood is suddenly better. This stream is called Linglinggou. When a pig eats, its big ears flap like a fan, but it's not like that. This is the countryside.

When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went to my hometown in the country to visit my grave.

3. Composition describing rural life The colorful rural life has been lingering in my mind. Pick some "little flowers" of rural life and give them to my dear friends. Miss Qiu came to the world quietly with light steps. She walked through the sorghum field, and the sorghum ears in the field bent the branches. She walked through the peanut field and the peanut leaves turned yellow. Who can be unhappy in this harvest season? On this day, my grandmother, grandfather and mother and I came to the field to pull peanuts. Although I am small, my strength is infinite. Before I came to a peanut, I grabbed the peanut leaf with both hands and pulled it up hard. Wow, I pulled peanuts out of the ground. Although I got all the dirt, this is my first record! There is also a kind of peanut that is particularly difficult to pull out. I tried to suck. Bang, I grabbed peanuts with both hands and fell down. Suddenly, I was covered in mud and became a clay figurine. The sunset sprinkled on the quiet river, and each of us hugged peanuts tightly. My mother and I looked at each other, filled with unspeakable joy. I picked a sorghum ear at random. When my grandfather saw it, there were dark clouds on his smiling face. He looked at me and said, "The children in your city just don't know how to cherish food. Although this is only a sorghum ear, people have worked hard for half a year. How could you do that? ..... "The more Grandpa said, the worse I felt. It's all my own fault. I silently condemned myself in my heart and shouldn't pick sorghum ears. Talking about cherishing food every day. How can I just say it verbally? I quickly apologized to grandpa, and he forgave me. I understand that some things can't be just words but actions. The countryside recorded our laughter and rain, and recorded our childhood.

4. Country life (composition) Birds stand on branches and sing 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.

This is country life. The beauty of the countryside, like a beautiful song, makes me unforgettable; The countryside is like a difficult problem, and the beauty of the countryside is just around the corner. At first glance, the surface of the pond is as calm as a big glass mirror. The water in the pond is very clear. If you look down carefully, you can see fish swimming underwater and occasionally floating to the surface to spit bubbles! Willows on both sides, like a little girl who loves beauty, comb her green hair in front of the mirror.

Suddenly, a group of rural children jumped out of nowhere, chattered and laughed at the pond, quickly took off their coats and jumped into the river like fish, fighting each other in the water and catching small fish playfully. What a naughty and lovely group of country children! Turning around, the beauty of the countryside is also in the grass.

Look! There are still colorful flowers hidden in the grass! The fragrance of these small flowers attracted beautiful butterflies, who danced happily among the flowers and brought vitality to the grass. The blue sky and the green grass set each other off and become interesting. It's so beautiful! The beauty of the countryside is like a pen, and its beauty is deeply engraved in my mind. No, it should be engraved on me and my brother. Its beauty, like an ancient oil painting, is worth collecting. I want to keep this painting in my memory forever and never throw it away.

My family lives in the countryside and there is a big yard at home. Hard-working grandparents planted fruit trees and vegetables in the yard, and beautiful mother planted more than a dozen pots of flowers and raised several goldfish.

All the year round, my yard is full of vitality. I remember when I was a child, I would get up early every day, water the plants in the yard with my mother and change the water for the small fish.

After breakfast, my grandparents were busy in the yard for a while as usual-stubble the seedlings and pesticide the fruit trees, and the whole morning passed unconsciously. At noon, grandparents will have a rest after lunch.

In the afternoon, grandpa always walks around in the field in charge alone, sometimes weeding. Sometimes grandpa will take me with him when he is in charge of the four seasons. After watching the field of responsibility, grandpa will take me to Kangda Dairy not far from the field to order some bread and milk. At this time, I will be extremely happy.

In the afternoon, when I came home from kindergarten, my mother moved my desk outside the gate to help me with my homework. From time to time, two or three neighbors pass by, and they don't forget to praise me and say, "Hey, look at others and study hard. You must be a college student in the future!" Grandma has cooked the meal after finishing her homework. As soon as the books are finished, we will eat directly.

As night falls, the bright moonlight spreads all over the earth, and fireflies walk in the grass with lanterns. I ate dinner, lay on a bamboo chair, watched the moon light up slowly, and smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers and trees. I suddenly got up gradually ... But now the wheat field outside my house has become big warehouse, and the cool wind blowing from the door in summer is blocked by the warehouse; Our family's land was expropriated by * * *, and grandpa seemed to have nothing to do at once. I seldom saw happy laughter before.

Looking at such a scene, I am puzzled: which is better, a quiet and peaceful country life or a bustling and noisy city life? .

6. Works describing rural life, rural sketches

This is the last day of June. Around the endless Russia-my hometown.

The whole sky was dyed uniformly blue; There is only one cloud in the sky-I don't know if it is floating or dispersing. There is no wind, the weather is fine ... and the air is as fresh as freshly squeezed milk!

Larks are singing loudly; Pigeons with bulging breasts are whispering; Swallows are flying quietly; Some horses are snorting, others are eating grass; Without barking, the dog stood by, wagging its tail meekly.

The air is filled with smoke and grass-a little turpentine and a little leather; In the hemp field, the big twist is in full bloom, emitting a rich and pleasant fragrance.

A deep and slowly sloping gully (hè). There are rows of firecrackers on both sides, and the branches and leaves are swaying (Su is not), but the trunk underneath has cracked (jūn). A stream flows along the gully; Through the clear ripples, the pebbles at the bottom of the stream seemed to tremble. In the distance, at the edge of the sky and the end of the earth, there is a flash of a big river.

Along the gully-one side is a neat small granary and a small storage room with closed doors; On the other side are five or six small pine cottages with wooden roofs. On each roof stands a tall pillar with a bird's nest on it; Every small porch is decorated with an iron pony with a short mane (z not z not zōng). On the rough window glass, seven colors of rainbow are reflected. There is a vase painted on the wooden window. In front of every small farmhouse, there is a good bench squarely; Several cats curled up on the small mound around the foot of the wall and shrugged their transparent ears; Behind the high threshold, a cool and dark front hall appeared.

I spread out my horse clothes and lay on the edge of the ravine; Surrounded by piles of freshly cut hay, it exudes a lazy fragrance. Smart master, scatter hay in front of the small farmhouse: let it dry more in sunny places, and then put it in the hut from there! If you sleep on it, it will be very comfortable!

Please correct the shortcomings yourself. I tried my best.

7. beautiful countryside Life Composition (not less than 500 words, write about what happened in the countryside and make your life in beautiful countryside come true. If you give me a chance to realize my wish, I don't want fun toys, beautiful clothes and delicious food ... I just want to grow up as happy as a country child. Although I live in the city, I am far less happy than that country child. I wish I could live in the country like them. Spring. I can catch insects and run in the fields with my friends. Although I sometimes stumble over a stone, it doesn't hurt at all, because that kind of happiness has drowned out the pain, and I am very happy. Got it! Got it! "I finally caught it. This is the first insect I caught. That was my happiest time, the happiest time! In summer, I can go swimming with my friends and play in the stream. We have a water fight in the water, catch small fish and compete with them. When you are tired of playing, dive into the water, look for beautiful goose soft stones in the water and bring back one or two as beautiful decorations. In autumn, I can play games with my friends and go to the fields, because that is the best time to play hide-and-seek. The corn grows very high and the leaves are enough to cover us. " I want to catch it. "Whenever we hear this sound, we listen to the footsteps and hide. We walked carefully for fear of being heard. Whenever we are found, footsteps are the best signal to let our companions know that I have been caught. This is the most exciting time to choose a new place ... until I'm tired of playing, or I won't go home until it gets dark. In winter, we can make a snowman at home. Then each snowman is where we have a snowball fight. How many snowmen are usually made. In case a snowman is smashed, we will go to another position until our position is smashed, otherwise we have not lost. Every time I play until my hands turn red, I won't give up until I can't get a snowball, just like I can't get a gun. I will go home and wash my face with hot water. That was the most comfortable thing at that time. When I get warm, I'll go to war. I hope to have such a country life, as long as I can have fun. I will no longer breathe the heavily polluted air in the city, see the gray sky and cars coming and going ... what a wonderful thing it is to live in the country.

It was the summer vacation, and I followed my parents to my grandmother's house in the country.

This time, I really experienced a happy country life. In the morning, while I was dreaming a beautiful dream, I was awakened by the barking of a puppy.

Dad came to my bed and said, "Zi Cong, your little cousin is here. Get up! " "As soon as I heard this, I was completely sleepy. Get up quickly. After breakfast, we talked about "sightseeing" in the fields.

The field is not far from the village, and we will arrive soon. Breathing fresh air and enjoying green eyes are really refreshing.

We walked along the path in the field. From time to time, there was a clear cuckoo call, and groups of sparrows were flying freely among the trees. Unconsciously, we came to the river.

At this time, my father pointed to some dry rivers and said, "When my father was your age, he swam, fished and paddled in this river with friends in the village in summer ... and didn't go home until dark." Dad added, "It's a pity that this river is polluted by sewage discharged from some factories in the upper reaches, so few people swim in the river again."

However, dad can teach you to play with water. "Dad said, and found a small flat stone from the shore, and then forcibly threw the small stone parallel to the river.

Sure enough, the pebbles jumped on the river two or three times before falling into the water. "It's so fun.

i also want to have a try. So I also found a flat stone and threw it into the river.

I saw that the stone really fell and jumped on the water. I jumped up with joy. I also compete with my cousin to see whose Shui Piao flies far and jumps high.

We applaud each other's Shui Piao from time to time. We really had a good time.

I can't stay here for long because I have homework to learn. However, I will come here again after the holiday. I really like this beautiful and happy country life.