A 400-word essay on "The Village in My Mind"

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Rural life is colorful. It is a rainbow that brings us happiness; it is a ray of sunshine that shines into our hearts.

In the morning, the hard-working rooster woke us up. After breakfast, we went to the fields to sow seeds - sowing today's seeds and harvesting tomorrow's hope.

In the morning, we came to play under the big tree. Somersaults, wrestling, dragonflies... When we were tired of playing, we sat under the big tree and told stories. Vivid pictures were displayed in front of our eyes. At this time, the river told us: "Come down quickly, the river is so fun. ." "Plop plop" we jumped into the river.

In the afternoon, the hot sun could not stop us from playing. We rushed out of the house and came to the forest. The old rule-climbing trees. The agile movements are dazzling.

In the evening, everything seems so peaceful and harmonious. We lie on the grass, look up at the sky, watch the twinkling stars, our minds are filled with beautiful fairy tales .

The countryside records our laughter and rain, and our childhood.

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On the way to the countryside, how exciting the life there is I yearn for it!

On both sides of the road, there are gradually yellowing wheat and green rapeseed, turning into an endless sea of ??green and yellow, and there are traces of them even in the mountains.

The houses in the countryside are very unique. They divide a large house into several cabins, each of which is only a dozen square meters and contains various daily necessities.

What about the plants? They are usually in the back of the yard. Build a small fence and plant roses, cockscombs, chrysanthemums... They bloom in turns in different seasons, very beautiful.

Always keep one or two dogs, not lying at the door To sleep, she lies on the wall to enjoy the cool air. After a long time, the female dog will give birth to a litter of puppies, which will lie on the roof and bark at passers-by.

In the evening, you will see a group of old ladies surrounding them. Sitting together, chatting and laughing. On the other side, a group of old men were playing chess. Many young men who had finished the market came to them and watched them play. More and more people gathered, and finally even the chess players could not be seen.

How can this beautiful rural life not make people nostalgic?

Teacher: The author of the article depicts rural life from different aspects, through poetic scenes. It shows the simplicity, tranquility and peace of rural life, and expresses one's love and nostalgia for rural life. The language is concise and fluent. Please comment on the writing content and writing method. (Student comments)

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Experience the countryside

At first I thought that the countryside was a paradise for fairy tales. It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be the paradise of Sanskrit. Al on the high canvas has a pure blue sky like a mirror, a sea of ??flowers as gorgeous as oil paint, and the golden sunflowers grow seeds of hope under the nourishment of the sun; it may be Tao Qian's poem The countryside in the middle of the world interprets the story of the fairy couple in the mist, and the slanting sunlight shines lightly, which is a leisurely tour.

That is just the countryside in the poems and paintings, when we really walk into it If you feel the countryside with your heart, you will find that our countryside is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine there, and the sunshine is not warm but burning the land with poison.

Looking from a distance, The rickety back on the land spent all his energy on this land day and night, in the spring and autumn. He grew up on this land, and his sweat nourished this land; he learned to be strong on this land,

His footsteps solidified this land; he was born in the loess and returned to the loess, from generation to generation, endlessly. When the storm came, his heart trembled like the swaying crops in the field, and his heart trembled like the swaying crops in the field. Tears criss-crossed his grooved cheeks, like the water that flooded the fields, flowing through his heart layer by layer, immersing his breath. Drought came, and the crops were like his skinny body. Staggering, he could not see hope or harvest, and his chaotic eyes were dry and empty.

They also have moments of happiness, but this kind of happiness

It seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a good harvest, the full grains are like jewels, and the corners of their eyes smile like crescent moons. The life they long for most is the good weather

The rain is smooth, they I only want such an ordinary life.

Will such a countryside make us feel disappointed when we face such a picture? In fact, the countryside becomes more real because of this cruel beauty. .To feel the countryside, don’t always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, give its pain a little more perspective, and give its hard work a little more understanding and compassion.

Feel the countryside, feel the beating pulse of farming civilization, feel China’s most profound cry, feel the weight of that land, feel the blood and sweat soaked in that land; feel the simplest persistence and perseverance of Chinese farmers, feel The pain and helplessness experienced by Chinese farmers

When we look at them with contempt, have we ever thought that it is they who have given us the hope of life with their blood and sweat.

Look China's farmers have stood eternity in China's history with the most humble gesture, and let us feel the countryside with our hearts!

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Feel the countryside

"Country". For those children in the city, since they have never been there or experienced it personally, it seems very, very difficult to understand the meaning of this two-character word. To feel it The countryside seems to be even more difficult.

"Countryside". This two-character word, for the group of children in the countryside, because they live there every day, it has a lot of meaning. , there must be deep and many insights, but if you want to express its meaning accurately and clearly, it seems there are still some difficulties!

Different people must have different thoughts. , my ideal beautiful countryside, and what is the ideal beautiful countryside in my mind?

The countryside in my mind has neither the bustle and hustle and bustle of cities, but also Tao Yuanming’s The complacent temperament of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountains". The countryside does not have the polluted and turbid air of the city, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. In the prosperous big cities, there is only the filthy stench emitted by chemical plants, and the sky is black and dark blue because the lights of the skyscrapers are too bright to see the stars and the moon. There is no countryside. A peaceful life like "working at sunrise" does not have the delicate and gentle scenery of the countryside. Therefore, I think that the countryside is naturally more beautiful than the city. Although the land in the countryside will be more barren, this cannot be changed with both hands

Has it changed?

Some people think that the rural style is like the character of the Northeastern man, who is bold and rough. The winding mountains and the rushing river are not exactly the roughness of the countryside. Is it the best portrayal of Guangbo's style?

In fact, it is not the case. I think that the rural style is as delicate and soft as the sweet and gentle Jiangnan women in the water town. Don't shake your head to object yet, and don't First nod your head in agreement. Let me explain first! Don’t you see, the trickling water flowing over the strange rocks? Don’t you see, the willow branches blowing in the wind by the stream? Don’t you see, the fertile yellow land gave birth to countless Children of China?

Isn’t the trickling delicateness just like a thoughtful and delicate smart girl?

Isn’t the willow tree fluttering in the wind just like the willow branches? Is she a girl who is as soft and graceful as if she walked out of a light ink painting?

The yellow land that gave birth to countless Chinese children is most like our mother with her selfless dedication!

Dear gentlemen, after listening to my above statement, can you still say that in the countryside, there is no delicacy and gentleness of women, but only the roughness and boldness of Northeastern men?

The countryside I feel has both The man is rough and bold, and the daughter is as tender as water. This is the country in my mind, the country I feel.

This - this is our country!

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The air in the field

The air in the field is fresh, the sky in the field is blue, the scenery in the field is unique, and you will miss the field. In the morning, the air is fresh and the cool breeze blows on your face. You will be refreshed and refreshed, look! The birds are singing morning songs

The creek is flowing slowly, the sun is shining warm sunshine on the countryside, and the willow trees absorb the sunshine and become full of vitality. Listening to the birds singing with relish. At noon, the weather is sultry and not as cool as in the morning. The cicadas sing in unison

"Zhizhizhi"... The birds in the morning are tired and lying listlessly on the branches of the trees. The willow tree was so tired that it bent down, and the children in the countryside jumped into the creek one after another. The creek welcomed the children and hugged them with waves. The children played in a water fight and splashed water. The ball, the children's laughter and happy mood melted into the air, adding a bit of fun to the sultry noon. At dusk, a wisp of green smoke appeared on the top of the hill in the distance, and there was still a trace of smoke when I touched the ground with my hands.

The remaining heat, the cool breeze carries a hint of warmth. Look at the crimson sunset in the sky, which has dyed half of the sky red. The blue sky has changed into a crimson dress, and the beautiful sunset The shapes are different, and the two horses are racing in the air. They disappear and disappear. Which magician makes the dusk so beautiful and charming? At night, the sun reluctantly leaves the sky. , the beautiful moon casts a silvery glow on the quiet earth, the gentle moon

The light shines on the creek, the creek looks more beautiful, the sky is like a blue Persian blanket inlaid with yellow " "Little gem" "Twinkle and twinkling, the sky is full of little stars." The little stars sang a sweet song. Quiet

The night is quiet and charming, chickens, dogs, cats, ducks... all When I fall asleep, the flowers and grass also fall asleep, and people also enter into sweet dreams. The pastoral is like a painting, like a poem, like a song, the pastoral is so beautiful that you will miss it!

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The annual May Day Labor Day is coming again. My mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time to visit my grandma’s house in the countryside.

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As we got off the car and walked towards the village, the cool spring breeze blew in our faces, as if we were welcoming the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road, there were green fruit groves planted by farmers with hard work, and the lush branches and leaves blocked the way. Live

There are rays of golden sunshine. Dense longans hang on the fruit trees. My mother told me that the longans are not yet mature. In summer, strings of yellow, sweet and delicious longans will appear. It can be harvested and become fruit on the table

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When I arrived at my grandma’s house, I forced my mother to set off firecrackers. My mother had no choice but to agree. So, I walked around the streets. I looked for a firecracker shop in the alley and finally bought it as I wished. I stood on the roof and threw firecrackers into the river. Unexpectedly, I scared the duck that was bathing in the water. It was so surprised that it "quacked" !Quack!Quack!" I screamed, and then I ran home in a panic. I couldn't help laughing. In fact, ducks are quite cute. Look, Bai Bai With a chubby body, a white mouth and bright eyes, and a bumpy walk, how could it not be cute?

Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds,

There was lightning and thunder, and in an instant, it started to rain heavily. I ran back to the house to take shelter from the rain. After a while, the rain stopped, and the sky was clear and the clouds were clear. I looked up and saw that When I see the rice fields soaked by the rain, they are sparkling. Walking towards the fields shaded by green trees, I will feel relaxed and happy. Looking at the heavy and full ears of wheat, I think: It is the working people who have exchanged their own efforts for these ears of wheat. How great the working people are!

After lunch, we came to the guava forest of Sanyi Zhang. It unfolded before our eyes. It seemed like an endless fruit forest, some owned by my third uncle and some owned by others, it was simply a sea of ??green. My third uncle was holding pliers

and a bamboo basket. I followed him, and from here Jumping over there, I saw him carefully cutting off green fruits one after another. I was very happy and thought to myself: Now I can have a full meal.

Blessed. After picking the fruits, I was already sweating and panting. When I looked at my third uncle, he was also sweating profusely from exhaustion. What a hard work! I ate the sweet and crisp ones. Fruits, I thought: These fruits are obtained by the working people with their sweat bit by bit.

What a beautiful fruit forest and such a wide field, it makes me forget to leave. After returning home, this continuous picture The picture scroll often echoes in my mind.

I hope this helps you!