Morning in the countryside composition

In study, work, and life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use composition. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. Still at a loss for composition? Below is a morning composition in the countryside that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Morning in the Countryside Composition 1

On the weekend, my cousin and I went to my grandma’s house in the countryside.

That day, just after dawn, I was woken up by bursts of "talking". I rubbed my sleepy eyes and was about to roar, but I found that it was not the sound of voices, but the melodious songs of birds. They were much better than the noisy trumpets in the city. Listening to this wonderful "symphony", I can't sleep anymore. I lay in bed and listened to it for a long time, and then got up to the beautiful singing.

After changing my clothes, I went out for a walk. As soon as I went out, I was hit by the breeze. The breeze was mixed with the fragrance of flowers, which was intoxicating! The air in the countryside is so fresh. It smells much better than the air in the city that is mixed with car exhaust. I took a deep breath of the fresh and sweet air and was intoxicated!

The fog started in the mountains, bringing a bit of chill. I couldn't help but shiver, so I went back to my room and put on some more clothes. The mountains were hazy, and everything was surrounded by fog. The trees sleep in the embrace of fog, as if they are bathed in fairy spirit in heaven. The sky and the earth seemed to be covered by an extremely wide gauze, and the sun was not as dazzling as usual, like a disc without light. It is like a timid and shy little girl, getting into the fog for a while, and then coming out to play hide and seek with us.

I like walking in the woods behind my grandma’s house. It feels so wonderful! Look, I took a good book with me again and walked into the woods through the crystal dew. I found a relatively dry place to sit down, looked around for a while, and then read a book in this wonderful environment. After reading for a while, my neck felt a little sore, so I put down the book and started running and playing happily in the woods. Occasionally, I would play hide-and-seek with the small animals passing by in the woods. In this way, I spent a pleasant time in the woods.

I don’t know which family got up, but I faintly heard the sound of sweeping the floor. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the whole village is getting up. Everyone is saying hello cheerfully, and the village is filled with laughter and laughter. I slowly walked out of the woods and walked towards my grandma's house. As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the fragrance. It turned out that my grandma had cooked noodles for me. I quickly took a bite and said, "Well, it's so delicious!"

"A year's plan starts with spring, a day's plan The plan is in the morning. "The morning in the countryside is so beautiful! If you have the opportunity to go to the countryside, don't sleep in, be sure to get up early, go for a walk in the fields, and feel the beauty of the countryside morning! Morning in the Countryside Composition 2

The night view of the countryside is very beautiful and peaceful, but the morning is much more beautiful and full of vitality than the night view.

The sun has just begun to show its face, and the adults in the countryside have gotten up. The smoke from the cooking pots is curling up over the houses. Some people are brushing their teeth and washing their faces by the river. After washing up, I went inside to have breakfast and start a new day.

At this time, some diligent people had returned from the farmland and went home for breakfast. When eating breakfast, if you eat it outside the house, it will be quite lively: chatting with the people across the door and chatting with your family... After breakfast, they pick up farm tools, such as boxes for spraying pesticides, hoes, etc., and go to the farmland. Here begins their busy day!

And what about those children? They are happy and at ease. After seeing the adults walk out, they would watch TV, or go to a friend's house to call friends, and everyone would play hopscotch together, catch fish together... there was constant laughter and laughter. Their laughter is like wind chimes, carried in the wind, so crisp, so sweet, and so infectious. Morning is their paradise for them, even the lazy people will not sleep in on this beautiful morning. The children are enjoying the joy of childhood in this beautiful morning.

The people in the village morning are so active, and the animals in the village morning also add a bit of vitality to it. The little bird sang a beautiful song on the branch, "chirping". The rooster is still showing off its loud crow, stretching its head and neck every time it crows. The hen counts the eggs she just laid. One? It chirped, ran around, and flapped its wings a few times.

The puppy is also enjoying its freedom in front of the yard, running around, rolling a few times, lying on the ground, and barking "woof, woof, woof" whenever someone passes by. The fish in the river occasionally jump up to enjoy their "performance". The frog also croaked, seeming to be cheering for the "performance"! The sounds of these animals play a beautiful music to nature.

How full of life the morning in the countryside is! Busy adults, happy children, and interesting and cute animals create a natural and simple rural scene! Morning in the Countryside Composition 3

On this day, my mother will take me to the place where she grew up as a child.

In the early morning, we got on the early bus, and twenty minutes later, we arrived at our destination. After getting out of the car and walking for two or three minutes, I saw a path going downhill. When I went down the slope, the first thing I saw was the endless rice fields. The breeze blew, and the green rice rose and fell like waves. It seems to be waving its little hands to welcome us.

The lotus leaves in the pond not far away are crowded together, like large green discs. The flower buds poked their heads out from these large discs, as if they were greeting us. Some of these buds are as big as bowls, while others are only as big as my fist. Several ducks were playing in the pond. A naughty duck stood up as if standing on the water, then suddenly spread its wings, and its whole body shook violently. In an instant, you could see the strings of water droplets flying in the air. , as if throwing out a handful of crystal clear crystals. The water that bloomed in the air splashed onto the duck next to it. It screamed "Quack, quack, quack," and responded with a splash of water not to be outdone. Seeing such a naughty duck makes people laugh.

Several peach trees on the roadside are already covered in green, like soldiers in military uniforms, guarding the intersection mightily. Hey, what is poking out from the cracks in the leaves? Oh, it turned out to be some fluffy little peaches, looking at us playfully through the gaps. Are they blaming us for coming too early and disturbing their sweet dreams? These small green or pink peaches, the big ones are as big as apricots and the small ones are not much bigger than broad beans. They will nurture the sweetness of autumn in the hot summer.

Continuing to walk forward, I saw rapeseed trees half as tall as a man, standing next to each other as if they were going to the market. These rapeseeds are all mature, and they are covered with bulging rapeseeds. They lower their heads and shyly wait for the farmer uncle to harvest. In the vegetable field next to it, the broad beans proudly held up their pods, announcing their achievements; the eggplant was not willing to be outdone, blowing its little purple trumpet, for fear that others would not know its achievements; the cowpeas compared their climbing skills with each other, but there was something The playful one actually climbed outside the trellis; only the loofah was expanding its territory unhurriedly, but it had already taken over half of the trellis.

The morning here is so quiet and comfortable. I love this cozy morning in the countryside. Morning in the Countryside Composition 4

The vast sky is dark, with only a few stars shining on us along with the moonlight.

This soft light is like my mother’s hand touching me, which is very refreshing. The breeze blows against my face. I don’t know if it’s my psychology or it’s real. This seems to be a fairyland!

The shy sun finally showed its face, with a warm smile on its golden face. The little flowers on the lawn were illuminated by the sun and became even more charming. The sunflower was originally a lively little girl, but after passing by the sun, After shining the light on it, it became obedient, and its smile became innocent. Time passed faster and faster, and more and more people came. Some were carrying vegetable baskets, and some were driving to the market, but the ones who left the earliest were those selling vegetables. Grandma and grandpa, they are old and can no longer work. They can only rely on their own children to feed the hospital patients. But the only thing they can do is to use their own experience to grow some vegetables and sell them at the market. Although they work hard, every villager has a smile on their face and lives a pure life. The morning in my hometown seems to have magic power that can make people beautiful.

The time of year begins with spring, and the plan for a day begins with morning. People got up early. There were no trumpets or noisy shouts like those in big cities. There were only greetings and cooking. Wisps of smoke are rising, gathering more and more, like fairy clouds taken off by immortals, confusing and disappearing, adding a bit of color to our hometown. In the fields, the farmer uncles were working with hoes in the fields that exuded the fragrance of earth. The water droplets rolling on the flowers and leaves were comparable to pearls. The water droplets seemed to be cheering for the farmer uncle. I was very moved when I saw this scene.

When I came to the small pond in my hometown, there were fish and shells in the water... They seemed to be chatting intimately with each other. I could hear the thumping sound of bubbles on the water, which was like a symphony, very rhythmic! An old man was fishing with a made-from-scratch fishing rod in his hand. I thought to myself: It’s amazing. He is so old and still comes fishing early in the morning. I secretly admire him.

How mysterious is the morning in my hometown! I love my hometown, and I love the morning in my hometown even more. Morning in the Countryside Composition 5

Wet bluestones, wet grass, wet woods, wet cornfields, the whole morning was wet. My aunt woke me up from my dream and asked me to go to the mountains to play with her. I jumped up excitedly, finished breakfast, and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The cool breeze blows, making people feel refreshed. Walking on the rugged path in the mountains, there is an indescribable feeling. Breathing in the morning air is as good as drinking a bottle of Coke in the city. The dewdrops on the grass were like beans, and soon my trouser legs were wet. I rolled up my trouser legs and climbed to the top of the mountain in one breath. When I was out of breath, I was suddenly fascinated by the scenery in front of me. Half of the smiling face of the sun was exposed on the distant mountains. It broke through the fog and floated up from the sea of ??fog like a big red ball, shooting the first ray of light like a sharp sword. Through the woods, through the mist. For a moment, the sun filled the entire hillside, and the mountain fog suddenly disappeared. The dewdrops on the grass also shone in the sun, like pearls with golden light. But this scene only lasted for ten minutes. Another burst of mountain fog slowly rose from the valley and flew to the top of the mountain. At the top of the mountain, it disappeared for a while, and then appeared a little bit like hide and seek. Finally, the mountain fog completely disappeared. But there is still some gauze-like mist around. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that it was not mountain fog but rain—a misty drizzle. Then, a gust of sweet wind blew in my face, and a few small needle-like raindrops hit my face, making me feel like I was floating gently, flying towards the wonderland with strange flowers and plants and towering ancient trees...

Across the drizzle, we can see a huge Shandan flower blooming on the mountain opposite. It is bright red and a bit bizarrely big. Soon the rain subsided, and when I took a closer look, I saw that the so-called mountain dandelion flower was actually a red umbrella held by a shepherd girl. The sheep moved slowly, and the big "Shandan flower" also moved forward in the drizzle.

What a poetic and beautiful morning scene this is! Morning in the Countryside Composition 6

The bright red comb, gorgeous feathers, and a loud crowing cut through the dark night, and wisps of light slowly poked out from the breach, spreading softly. Touch the earth. It's starting to get brighter, and the morning in the countryside is slowly waking up. Rural people are not like city people, they always stay in bed. Whenever I hear the first rooster crow, I quickly get up and start my morning life. At about three or four o'clock, after washing, they went to the fields with hoes and sickles in hand.

The early morning dewdrops sprinkled on the crops. They seemed to have taken a bath, and their whole bodies were glowing with a kind of emerald green, as if they were still shining, making every farmer feel comfortable. He opened his eyebrows and grinned. The farmer carefully dug the ground with his hoe and hummed a famous local song. Sometimes they squat to weed, sometimes they bend down to help seedlings. They treat plants and vegetables like children. These scenes have become a constant feature of rural mornings. Smoke billows from the dark chimney, and the fragrance of dry firewood fills the entire village. Every household has glutinous rice porridge burning in the stove. It's sticky and bubbling. One whiff will make your mouth drop and you'll be so greedy.

After the farmer finished his work, he washed his hands, took a big spoonful, randomly picked out two from the chopsticks, and walked to the tree that had been in the village for an unknown period of time while eating.

A few minutes later, people seemed to come to the tree in unison, chatting and chatting: "The old man from the Xi family's vegetables are growing really well." But as they talked, they said: " The boss's young man finally found his wife." Amidst the confused sounds, the large bowl of porridge was eaten unconsciously. But the villagers hadn't heard enough, so they held a bowl and chopsticks in one hand, and the other hand rose and fell according to the tone of the conversation, just like the flag, which was raised by the naughty child and then slowly lowered. The whole scene was very lively.

The sunlight is getting stronger and stronger, and the green leaves reflect colorful light under its irradiation. At this time, the people in the village dispersed in unison. The sunlight gave everyone a warm orange color.

Hey, why is everyone's mouth surrounded by a circle of white? Haha, it turns out that we chatted for too long and the porridge and soup turned into porridge.

Another rooster crows across the sky, and people in the village start their own farm work again. The morning in the countryside passed in a busy and warm way. Morning in the Countryside Composition 7

As soon as the sky dawned, wisps of smoke-like fog flickered, and when I grabbed it with my hand, it ran away quickly, like a shy little girl covering up With a smile on his face.

As the saying goes, "A year's plan begins in the morning, and a year's plan begins in spring." How can children be willing to lose the best time of the day? "Ha, hahaha" over there In the bamboo forest, bursts of hearty and melodious play echoed in my ears. When I looked over, I realized that the bamboo forest here is also a paradise for children. A lively and cute little boy is moving bricks. What is he doing? I had a deep question mark in my heart. It turned out that I had to use the power of bricks to climb up the bamboo. You must know that the body of bamboo is round and slippery, so it must be difficult to climb up. This child is really not easy. He climbed to the top of the bamboo in three clicks, just like a monkey. I thought: Maybe he has a trick. After a while, he slid down again in a flash, looking very experienced. To be honest, I admired this kid very much in my heart. There were three girls next to him. They tied the corners of the sack on the bamboo. One girl sat on it, and the other two helped them shake it. Seeing their happiness, I really wanted to share this happiness with them.

Look, there are uncles and aunties busy at every door. An uncle was stirring pig food in a wooden barrel with a wooden stick. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely and didn't even bother to wipe it. He took the wooden barrel again and struggled to feed the pigs. Maybe he was thinking in his heart: Raise these pigs to be white and fat, and sell them at a good price in the future. I just finished my work, but I didn’t rest. I ran to move the vegetables. I thought: maybe it’s time to cook now!

Hey, there are a group of old people sitting around there. What are they doing? I asked myself strangely in my heart. Taking a closer look, it turned out that they were chatting about daily life, talking about this and that, sharing their own happiness with others, and relieving other people's sorrows. This is such a meaningful thing. There is really no happier thing in the world than this. I was thinking, when suddenly a burst of happy laughter interrupted my thoughts.

Ah! I like the morning in the countryside, and I also long for the ordinary and happy morning. Morning in the Countryside Composition 8

Morning in the Countryside has come, it is like a breeze, coming gently and going away gently...

"Oh oh oh", rooster The cry wakes up the sleeping people. In the grass beside the pond, frogs and various insects held a concert, and the sounds of "croak, croak, croak, croak" came and went; on the water, the white fog seemed to cover the pond with a white gauze, Hazy and mysterious; in the pond, fish swim happily, jumping to the water from time to time, making a "dong" sound, as if someone is playing a drum; in the fields beside the pond, green vegetables Faintly visible, as if playing hide and seek...

In the house, the early risers have already fired up the stove, and the owner is sitting in front of the stove, drinking hot tea and eating delicious home-made flatbreads. The dog also lay on the side, looking at its owner pitifully, hoping to get some food. Unwilling to be left out, the tabby cat had no choice but to climb up the pillar and look down at the dog with hatred, but the dog gave it a look of disdain in return. The house presents a warm and harmonious scene...

Outside the house, the early autumn wind has brought a bit of coolness, but the hard-working people have already gone to the fields: some carry buckets to and from the pond and the vegetable field. During this time, the vegetables that drank water became brighter and greener; some harvested the grown vegetables and put them into vegetable baskets so that they could be picked up and sold at a good price in the morning market. Although the weather is a little cold, the hard-working people are already sweating profusely.

A burst of laughter broke the tranquility of the early morning. In the chicken pen, the naughty child refused to give the wheat to the chickens. Instead, he took the wheat in his hand, stretched it out gently, and then immediately retracted it, making the chickens so anxious that they couldn't help but cluck. Hearing this sound, the children laughed even more.

"Oh oh oh", the rooster crows again, and a ray of golden sunshine finally shines on the earth. The fish swim more happily, the frogs crow louder, and the village welcomes another day full of vitality and hope!

In spring, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, in a variety of colors and colors.

Every April, the rich blooms and brilliant colors of peonies compete among the flowers. Peony has a graceful posture; peony has a jade-like fragrance and is the most fragrant among all the flowers. Chinese people have always regarded peonies as a symbol of wealth, good luck, prosperity and happiness. Morning in the Countryside Composition 9

In the early morning, I was accidentally awakened by the sound of birdsong. Opening the curtains, the morning clouds and mist came into view. They float in the sky, like free fairies roaming and playing among the clouds.

There was a flash of light in the sky, and the rain was coming. "Didi, click..." Yu is like a naughty child wandering around in this world. Sometimes it dives into the lake, sometimes it flies up to the treetops. The rain hits the trees, and the leaves wash away their own dirt, revealing a shiny green color. The rain falls on the riverside, fish jump out of the water, and frogs chirp loudly on the lotus leaves in the pond.

Gradually, the rain became heavier, and the "tick-tick-tick" beat on the lotus leaves on the road, causing bigger splashes of water. It is really like a beautiful piece of music, a wonderful combination of river water, leaves, birdsong, frogs and rain, echoing in the small town in the morning, "Wow! Wow!" There is more and more water, a symphony in the rain One after another, exciting. There are no cars, no people, and the empty streets are their "concert halls." Rain fell rhythmically on the dark asphalt road. People who usually get up early also hide at home and don't want to go out. They stay at home and quietly enjoy the rare tranquility in this noisy city. Enjoy the wonderful music created by the flying raindrops in the sky.

The morning breeze blew, and the rain stopped suddenly. Everyone did not pay attention to the potholes and water on the road after the rain, but they were all enjoying the coolness and comfort after the rain. The white fish belly appeared in the east, and after the rain, it enveloped the small town hazy. Compared with Yu's heroic character, fog always gives people a sense of mystery, like being in a fairyland. The entire countryside was surrounded by white fog and fell into silence again. There were a few sounds of cars passing by on the road, and a few hurried footsteps of people.

I am also integrated into this world. Walking on the street, it seems that you can see the roaring sea. It was as if one could hear the roar of the earth shaking. The fog is ever-changing. Sometimes he looks like a horse, sometimes he looks like a wolf. It seems that a silent wonderful scene is being staged. Like a horse galloping wildly, sand and dust are flying. Like a tiger and a deer chasing each other, it is tragic and spectacular. The fog changes silently, which is a joy to watch.

Gradually, a ray of sunshine broke through the heavy fog, the clouds and mists dissipated, golden light shone on the earth, and the hazy morning fog disappeared in an instant.

The number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, and a busy day began.

The countryside in the morning is so beautiful. Morning in the countryside essay 10

Morning in the countryside is quiet. Under the faint twilight, scales shimmered on the river. There are all kinds of boats parked on the riverside, one next to the other. Two arched stone bridges face each other far away, located at both ends of the countryside. From time to time, a small boat emerged from the half-moon-shaped bridge hole. The boat gradually moved away, but the ditty hummed by the boatman still rippled gently on the river. Mornings in the countryside are lively. The streets are lined with a variety of vegetables, fruits and water specialties. The cabbage and rapeseed just pulled from the ground are still fresh and tender with crystal dew; the big fish and shrimp just caught from the river are jumping alive and clear; there are also the fluffy little fat sheep, Landrace Rabbits, big white geese...it's really dizzying. The lively sounds of buying and selling echoed in the sky above the morning market, and the joy of the harvest hung on the simple faces. The countryside is changing and the countryside is progressing! Ah, what a beautiful country morning. Comment: What a beautiful morning. The young author captured the quietness and bustle to write about the beauty of a rural morning. It is full of rural flavor and expresses the author's love for the countryside.

Mornings in the countryside are quiet. Under the faint twilight, scales shimmered on the river. There are all kinds of boats parked on the riverside, one next to the other. Two arched stone bridges face each other far away, located at both ends of the countryside. From time to time, a small boat emerged from the half-moon-shaped bridge hole. The boat gradually moved away, but the ditty hummed by the boatman still rippled gently on the river.

Mornings in the countryside are lively. The streets are lined with a variety of vegetables, fruits and water specialties. The cabbage and rapeseed just pulled from the ground are still fresh and tender with crystal dew; the big fish and shrimp just caught from the river are jumping alive and clear; there are also the fluffy little fat sheep, Landrace Rabbits, big white geese...it's really dizzying. The lively sounds of buying and selling echoed in the sky above the morning market, and the joy of the harvest hung on the simple faces.

The countryside is changing and the countryside is progressing! Ah, what a beautiful country morning.

Comments: What a beautiful morning. The young author captured the quietness and bustle to write about the beauty of a rural morning. It is full of rural flavor and expresses the author's love for the countryside. Morning in the Countryside Composition 11

My hometown is Chongqing. Chongqing has beautiful scenery and charming scenery. It is known as Little Hong Kong. It is a veritable mountain city, bridge city, and fog city. I’m afraid you already know this very well, but did you know that the early morning in Chongqing is also very beautiful? Early morning, what a beautiful name! The ancients said: The plan for a year lies in spring, and the plan for a day lies in morning. If you don’t believe it, come with me and see Look.

In the early morning, when I walked out of my house, many people were exercising in the community, including the elderly, middle-aged people, young people and children. Some of them are practicing Tai Chi, some are running, and some are playing badminton. The little bird saw it and joined in the fun. It flew around in the sky and stood on the branch singing, adding a beautiful scenery to the community in the early morning.

Early in the morning, walking on the street, I found that the bustling street lacked the silence of the night, and had more noise of cars, less of the tranquility of the night, and more of the "swishing sound" of the cleaning workers sweeping the floor; There are more bright lights at night and more people busy at work.

In the early morning, when I came to the school gate, I saw a wisp of morning mist shrouding the entire school, like a thick quilt covering this beautiful school, for fear of freezing. A gentle breeze blows, blowing the morning mist back and forth. I can only vaguely see our Jiangnan Primary School moving forward like a big boat rippling on the water. I can only see the twinkling lights of our school classroom building, and I can only hear the classroom. The sound of reading coming from upstairs and the joyful chirping of birds in the school can only be smelled by the faint and attractive fragrance of flowers...

In the early morning, when I walked into the school, I was in the morning. In the fog, the mist is like spring drizzle, gently falling on me, blowing my troubles away from the sky. When I closed my eyes and enjoyed the beautiful scenery, I felt as if I had come to the coveted paradise, to the beautiful and magical nature. It makes me want to dance, and it makes me want to hum a soft song to express my inner feelings: My school is so beautiful! My hometown is so beautiful!

This is what nurtures my growth. My hometown is also a beautiful picture painted by nature. Here are beautiful mountains and clear waters, where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. Here is a fairyland on earth. Friends, do you like my hometown? The morning in my hometown is beautiful! You are welcome to visit my hometown at any time. Morning in the Countryside Composition 12

It’s dawn and the habit of raising chickens has disappeared in the countryside here. You can’t hear the sound of roosters crowing, and the countryside is quiet. The curling smoke slowly rose and filled the sky over the village. The small village that had just woken up was full of vitality and aura. The rising sun illuminates the wide streets and narrow alleys. The houses with gray walls and red tiles and the scattered trees turn into a watercolor painting under the diffuse smoke, which remains deeply in my memory. inside.

The chirping sparrows came from the grove near the village. On a plane tree in front of the door, two magpies were playing.

Several dog barks broke the tranquility of the village. The villagers got up and started moving.

In the morning, the rural sky is extremely bright blue, with only a few ponytail-like light clouds, like a young girl wearing a bright white gauze scarf, and a few fluttering flowers in the sky. White clouds dotted the sky. The sparrows also flapped their wings happily and flew in the air. .

When we came to the fields, the green wheat fields were covered with a thin layer of light frost, and the green wheat seedlings turned silvery white. Rows of plastic greenhouses are covered with a thick layer of straw curtains. On the country road, two or three people are walking towards the greenhouses one after another. They want to roll up the straw curtains on the greenhouses to send sunlight to the vegetables in the greenhouses.

The sun’s rays spread all over the earth, setting off the beauty of the rural morning and also reflecting the busyness of the rural morning. People had breakfast. People appear on the road invariably, people walking, riding bicycles, riding electric vehicles, and riding motorcycles. There are also people who drive cars. They come from different small courtyards and run to different distances. The children go to school. The adults went to the factory. Went to the shed.

The plan for the day lies in the morning. The bright rhythm of the morning, the hurried crowds outline the beauty of the future, the rising sun urges people to hurry, the morning in the countryside is fresh, the morning in the countryside It is beautiful,

The morning light slowly recedes, and the brilliance of the sun shines on the earth, showing a busy world in the thousands of rays of light.

A new day has begun, a new year has begun... Morning in the Countryside Composition 13

In the morning, the first thing to come to the countryside is the wind, which brings the familiar smell of rice seedlings to the farmers, which is mixed with the faint joy of spring. So, a door opened, and people came out of the house in twos and threes, and began to do farm work amidst the brisk footsteps. The sun shined like golden wheat ears on the room and the fields, and the day started chaotically. .

Hard-working farmers are always willing to do some rough work, but before that, they have to take care of the livestock. When I opened the back door and went to the backyard, the smell of pigs hit my nostrils. It turned out that there was a large pigsty next to the wall, with more than a dozen pigs squeezing the space inside. From time to time, a few pigs were squeezed so hard that they "turned their backs on their backs." The farmers began to curse and pour the feed into the pig trough. They really didn't want to "serve" such a smelly animal, but when they thought about a considerable amount of money, they laughed innocently.

"Meow!" At this time, the naughty cat jumped out of nowhere. It is the glory of every farmer to have a shrewd mouse-catching cat. Farmers would pet the cat and throw it a fish. The farmers watched thoughtfully as the cat ate the fish with satisfaction, and then called the farmer's wife to let the ducks go.

After that, the peasant woman put a deeply faded wheat straw hat on her head and drove the ducks toward the lake. In fact, the morning sun is very gentle, but it has become one of the necessary clothes for peasant women. Occasionally, a duck fell behind, and the peasant woman would use a thin bamboo pole to drive it back into the group. Finally, after walking and stopping, we reached the lake, and the ducks jumped into the water one after another, gracefully cutting through the light green ripples. The peasant woman waited boredly for a while, then suddenly remembered that there were still some old wheat straw that had not been cleared away in the rice field, so she called her children from home and asked them to help take care of it.

Children are always restless, can we bear this loneliness? They take care of the ducks. At the same time, I made a little hat with wicker branches and blew bubbles with wheat straw. Anyway, I had a great time, just waiting for the farmer's wife to come back to get the duck.

The morning in the countryside is mixed with a unique pastoral atmosphere and the laughter of young and old. It is not bustling or lively, but the tranquility is enough to make people feel intoxicated.