Beautiful Sentences in the Country Morning Beautiful Sentences in the Country Morning

Next to the path in the field, the grass sticks out from the ground and looks around as if enjoying the beautiful scenery carefully. The grass is full of colorful flowers, as if it were a small ornament painted on a green carpet. The river next to the path is very shallow and clear, there are small fish swimming in the river, and there are sand and stones shaking at the bottom of the river, so you can see it clearly.

There are mountains and water, flowers and grass in the countryside, which is beautiful. Hosta is no exception. She asked Chunchun to make herself a set of green spring clothes, which looked beautiful.

Looking into the distance, ah, what a beautiful picture; Soft sunset glow, gorgeous clouds, lying on the mountain not far from the horizon, clusters of villages built on the mountain, smoke rising from the roof of the house, grandma said before; A layer of mountains and rivers, a layer of people. I hope these mountains are daydreaming; What kind of landscape and people are behind the mountain? Here you can't see the traffic in the city, and you can't hear the noise of various stereos in the city, but it is full of this mystery.

Summer in the country is not as hot as in the city. Old people sit leisurely in rocking chairs under the table, shaking their swords; The children ran around the tree, sweating with fatigue; The women sat around and talked about some household words. On a quiet summer night, cricket sang a moving song, the wind blew through the treetops and made a rustling sound, and the river lowered its tone and gently accompanied the piano to form a euphemistic lullaby.

The oriole on the branch is singing Yiyi, which is melodious and intoxicating. The shape of the morning glory is so beautiful, just like a small trumpet, and the green leaves carefully matched by skilled village girls are really beautiful.

A country song, lying quietly in my mother's arms, hangs quietly in the treetops, making the whole jungle guard a home.

A house, a window, pulling a wanderer home, who is it, dancing the golden autumn, making the earth fragrant and the eaves full of fragrance.

The path is quiet, the euphemistic birds are gone, and the orange sunset is gone. The stars came to the party and the moon came with graceful steps. The stars blinked, so naive. The affectionate cowherd and weaver girl are probably watching this night scene, too!

In summer, the sun scorches the earth. If there is a river behind their house, next to the stone bridge in under the greenwood tree, you will see a group of children playing in the water, splashing from time to time, like Bai Lianhua in full bloom. No one will know what happened between colorful streams and stones.

Surrounded by green grass, it is a huge pond, green as flawless jade. There are many white ducks playing in the pond. Suddenly, a small fish quietly surfaced and blew a small bubble. Clever as it is, it can't escape the duck's eyes. They can't wait to dive into the water and swim quickly. One of them caught the little fish and swallowed it suddenly.