An article describing rural scenery

The annual Labor Day is coming again. My mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time and came to my grandmother's house in the country.

We got off the bus and walked to the village. The cool spring breeze blows head-on, as if welcoming the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road are green fruit forests planted by farmers, and lush branches and leaves block the golden sunshine. There are many longan trees hanging on the trees. My mother told me that longan is not mature yet. In summer, a string of sweet and delicious longan in Huang Chengcheng can be picked and become the fruit on the dining table.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I forced my mother to set off firecrackers. My mother had no choice but to agree. So, I walked around looking for a firecracker shop and finally got what I wanted. I stood on the roof and threw firecrackers into the river. Unexpectedly, I scared the ducks bathing in the water. It was surprised to "ga! Ga! Hey! " I screamed loudly and ran home in a panic. I can't help laughing. In fact, ducks are cute, too. You see, a fat body in vain, a yellow mouth and bright eyes, can you walk around without being cute?

Suddenly, the sky was overcast, with lightning and thunder, and in a flash, it began to rain cats and dogs. I hurried back to the house to hide from the rain. After a while, the rain stopped, and suddenly the sky was high and the clouds were light. Look up and you will see the rice fields soaked by rain shining. Walking into the tree-lined fields, you will feel relaxed and happy. Looking at the heavy and full ears of wheat, I thought: It was the working people who exchanged these ears of wheat with their own efforts. How great the working people are!

After lunch, we came to his uncle's guava forest. In front of us, it seems to be an endless fruit forest, with three uncles and others, which is simply a green ocean. His uncle is holding pliers and carrying a bamboo basket. I followed him from side to side, only to see him carefully cut off one green fruit after another. I was so happy, I thought, I can eat enough now. After picking the fruit, I was sweating and panting. When I saw my uncle, he was sweating like a pig. How difficult it is! I ate sweet and crisp fruits and thought: These fruits were bought by working people with little sweat.

What beautiful fruit trees and wide fields make me linger. After returning to China, this continuous picture often echoes in my mind.