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Good Words and Sentences of Pastoral Scenery —— Selected Words and Sentences of Pastoral Scenery

Walking into the countryside, I saw rape plants standing upright and full of flowers from Huang Cancan. One-person-tall rape blossoms are swaying in the soft spring breeze, which looks like a golden ocean from a distance.

Pastoral beancurd flowers compete with each other, and their white and red dresses are dotted with a black and purple bow. From a distance, it looks like a white butterfly picking pollen in black stamens.

Pastoral scenery, floral fragrance, hazy and drunk. Tourists enjoy the picturesque scenery, and a ray of sunshine charms their makeup.

Walking into the countryside, Miao greeted me, the river sang with the birds, and the combination of Miao, him and the mountain became a beautiful oil painting.

Beautiful rural scenery in the mountains and a thin river on the grassy grassland look like a glittering silver necklace from a distance under the sunlight.

Walking into the field is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.

Like a blue ribbon, the river winds around endless green fields, and in the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and moving pastoral scenery.

Walking on the country road, I saw a piece of golden rice in front of me, and the full rice bowed its head and bent the rice straw. Dewdrops are hung on the rice grains, which shine brightly under the sunlight, like countless pearls.

In the field, the wind blew the maturing wheat fields into layers of wheat waves, and the heavy ears of wheat swayed. The Buddha showed people her graceful figure and full grains.

As night falls, the moonlight sprinkles a silvery white on the earth, putting a silvery gray coat on the small village, and the quiet village brings people mysterious yearning. Frogs in the river kept chirping, one after another, without tiredness, playing cheerful music for this silver night.

Walking on the country road, I was greeted by a strong fragrance of the field and a gentle kiss of the wind. When that smell was stuffed into my nose and mouth, I felt so kind and familiar that I couldn't help but feel deeply. As the ring slipped, the past came to mind like a clear spring.