26 sentences describing the tranquility of the countryside

First, the tulip field is booming, the fragrance is overflowing, and the windmill is turning leisurely! Is this a dream?

Second, the night wind beats the waves, and the soft water sounds like someone shaking a silver chain and jingling.

Three, a farm house rises in the sun, and countless houses are built on the mountain and live by the water.

Four, the endless plain, stretching under the sky, no hills, as calm as the sea in a calm day.

Fifth, the morning light shines, and the mountains are like shy girls, looming; Sunset in the western hills, the corner of the sun shines horizontally, and the mountain looks charming and quiet.

6. Smoke billowed over the village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset.

There are many shiny haystacks in the yard, and chickens and dogs can be seen moving from time to time. The mild early winter sunshine shines on the village.

Eight, curved rivers, quiet villages, vast blue sky, long white clouds, gurgling streams and narrow bridges constitute the poetic outline of my hometown.

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

Ten, scattered, thorny, smoke curling, rising sun, flowers, bees flying, butterflies dancing, fragrant rice, lush trees, green trees.

Eleven. In late autumn, the leaves are yellow, and Fan Tea soars in the sky like a yellow carpet on the exhibition. Only cockscomb is not lacking? In the past, I had great independence.

Twelve, in the past, ancient windmills, the blades of windmills were like spreading wings, turning against the wind, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world!

Thirteen, I love spring, I like to smell the flowers, see the new green trees, and listen to Xiao Wu's songs. I love spring because it is full of vitality and new hope!

Fourteen, the golden wind was apologized by the golden wind, and the particles floated. That piece of farmland, from a distance, is like rolling thousands of waves; From a distance, the rice laughs straight, the lower beam turns black and the corn is happy.

Fifteen, I am happy among flowers and young leaves. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang a melody, echoing the breeze and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

Sixteen, a long history, antique, mountains and waters, the sky is blue, white clouds are floating, the sun is brilliant, the sun is setting and the sun is rising. The ancient trees are dense, colorful, full of spring scenery, full of dreams, and the morning glow is full of sky.

There is a fruit tree on the hillside in the distance. Autumn wind blows, countless fiery red fruits sway in the branches with the wind and shine brightly in the autumn sun. There is a fruity smell in the air, with a sweet smell, which makes people drool.

Eighteen, spring, hidden in the green lawn. The grass just sticking its head out is staring at the outside world in fear, carefully observing every tall human passing by it with small eyes and guessing their whereabouts.

19. The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, a big-a big-a full. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

The moon is like a rare pearl, embedded in the sky. Moonlight, like a soft white gauze, surrounds the village, and the whole village is bathed in this soft moonlight. The moonlight is flowing in the fields, and everything is so quiet. It seems that the whole world has only its steady heartbeat and light footsteps.

Twenty-one, the mountain village scenery is just around the corner. It is chic and neat, with cobblestone walls and gravel roads. It faces the river beach and has green hills on the back, which looks exquisite and quiet. On the hillside are layers of persimmon trees, and huge orange persimmons are covered with branches. It seems that a little cinnabar is sprinkled on this blue-toned picture, and it feels red and eye-catching and full of life.

Twenty-two, a rape flower embedded in the fertile hillside in the distance, green, like a whole piece of jade; Clover grows in high spirits and full of feelings, and produces many purple flowers; Hu Douhua wore a lavender dress with some black and white patterns on it, which was elegant and graceful and felt like velvet.

The idyllic morning is so beautiful that everything smells of earth. Grass is drinking dew, birds are chirping and singing, and sleeping malt is gently awakened. After careful pruning by farmers' friends-watering, fertilizing and weeding, their tender little hands played a cheerful festival and began to read the wind in cadence.

The night in the mountain village is beautiful. White clouds are fluttering and rosy clouds are everywhere. People who have been tired all day sit under the rhubarb horn tree, holding big cattail fans and listening to the chorus of crickets and frogs. Night fell from the sky, and Miss Moon came to the crowd to enjoy the beautiful night scene with people. Tonight, business as usual. I still sit under the rhubarb horn tree and continue to weave my colorful dreams.

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, crickets sing touching songs, and the wind blows through the treetops, making a rustling sound. The river lowered its tone and gently accompanied Qin to form a euphemistic lullaby.

26. The sun blushed and slid down the hill. As night falls, I don't know when the moon appears on the horizon like shining mica. The bright moonlight scattered and became like an invisible scarf, so cute! It's like traveling through the clouds and looking at people lovingly. On the expressway, the street lamps are flashing orange light, guiding people at night. All kinds of cars sped past the highway, raising a cloud of dust behind them. The car flashed its headlights and seemed brighter than anything else. Just like a shining star, it shines more brightly when reflected by blue light on the opposite glass.