Sentences describing farms

Sentence 1 After drinking tea, I strolled through the gate and suddenly heard Yue Yue singing. I looked up at the green space in front of the village, and my aunt and sister-in-law were very happy. But seeing women and children dancing is also a farmer's fitness. Laughing and singing, Xiangyun blooms in Kunming.

The second sentence added a new tile to the quiet yard. Cattle, sheep, dolphins, dogs, chickens, geese, ducks, birds singing under the eaves, farmers hoe the sunset. Green Liu Suifeng dances in the back of the house, flowers shake like smoke in front of the hall, and songs wander around the farmhouse.

The third sentence reminds me of a poem by Tao Yuanming: pick chrysanthemums under the east fence and see Nanshan leisurely. At this time, I feel the same way when picking oranges. I work and live in the city, and I am busy all day for my livelihood. I feel a little bitter and tired, and my heart is relieved at once. The mountain is not high, the orange trees planted are neat and orderly, the branches are covered with green and golden oranges, and the golden light shines in the lush chrysanthemum leaves, which arouses people's appetite and makes saliva flow out. Again, the fruit grower is honest and tells the guests that kumquat with soft skin is the sweetest. I took a bite to make up for it. Sweet to my heart, my son doesn't know how to control it. He shouted for one and another, which made me very busy. There are many guests on the mountain, mixed with many tourists from Guangdong from afar. They are buzzing, or taking photos with oranges, or paying for sweet oranges. Laughter and laughter celebrate the mountains. When they went down the mountain, they came home with big bags and small bags, and they didn't forget to take them back to pay for their relatives and friends and enjoy the delicious food on earth. The beautiful mountains, water and air in the reservoir area of Dongjiang Lake gave birth to two treasures of Dongjiang Lake: one treasure is a cold-water fish in Dongjiang Lake, which has many kinds and precious taste and high nutritional value; Another treasure is oranges in the Jianghu. The orange peel is thin and golden yellow. Melt at the entrance without slag. It's sweet and has a good reputation. One day at the farmhouse, people were tired and happy, naturally washed and quiet.

Contentment and hospitality are the simple characters of rural farmers, which are reflected in many poems in Tang poetry. Within reach, Meng Haoran's "Passing an Old Friend's Village": "Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, and you will entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back in chrysanthemum time. " Sikong Jianshu's "Tian Jia": "Tian Jia likes the rain, and the neighbors invite each other. Spring overflows and ditches break, and the wheat is high and the mulberry is low. Call calves and keep chickens. Scratching your head under the door, like a porch. " Glad to have guests and put them in a feast; Urge children to herd cattle, keep guests, kill chickens and entertain guests, and be as happy as being a high official. More than a thousand years later, this scene, this hospitality, appears in front of us every time I go back to my hometown.

Dragonflies fly low and hover, playing on both sides of the stream. Butterflies make up and embroider clothes, which is dazzling. Bees have embraced it, and it's interesting to spend half a petal. When the sun goes down, pheasants make a crisp sound. The farmer hoes home and smokes Ran Ran at dusk. Being ashamed of peony is especially pitiful.

This mountain village is very big and clean. There is a portrait of Chairman Mao hanging on the front of the gate, and a huge Taihu stone stands on both sides of the gate. Some unknown flowers in the surrounding gardens, such as canna and cockscomb, are in full bloom and colorful, which are very beautiful against the background of green trees and weeds. It seems that the owner of the villa is not only devoted, but also quite elegant. Two rows of more than ten bungalows enclose a spacious yard. In the shade of a huge grape trellis, there are several unique marble and marble tables for tourists to play with. More than ten bottles of xiuyan jade stone carvings of different sizes are dotted in courtyards and aisles, forming a beautiful scenery, which makes people feel particularly warm. At the end of the yard is a green hill, covered with chestnut trees, and the prickly chestnuts are swaying in the wind, which is very lovely.

Walking into this beautiful farmhouse, the first thing that catches your eye is a large piece of white magnolia, which is so beautiful! Some magnolia flowers are completely open, revealing yellow stamens with many small thorns on them. Petals are as white as snow, just like piles of snow hanging on trees. What a surprise! Walking through the snow-white world of magnolia, I came to a world of water, which turned out to be a big pond! There stands a magnificent rockery in the pond. There are many small holes in the rockery. A rockery is like a tree. Squirrels come here to hibernate in winter. When spring comes, squirrels stick their heads out to eat delicious pine cones, which are very sweet. There are many caves under the rockery. They are home to fish. In spring, fish swim out of the house to play and see the scenery. Fish swam out one by one, red fish, yellow fish. All kinds of fish and colors add a lot of beautiful life to the pond.

In the spring equinox, catkins fly and drizzle in Chu Qing. There is my scenery in the distance, quiet and leisurely. The noisy city will be thrown to the outside of the cloud nine, with a touch of green mountains and green waters. The red mountains are green, and the winding paths are long. At the foot of the mountain, farmers' signs are hung, and the cool mountain breeze and stove smoke are coming. Xia Feng yard is surrounded by mountains and waters, and the wine is neat. The host is diligent and busy, shouting before and after ordering tea. Under the bamboo kitchen, the fragrance bursts, but the oil is hungry. Scrambled eggs with wild vegetables and stewed chicken with pancakes. Corn porridge noodle soup, sauerkraut mixed with Toona sinensis branches. Native green is close to nature, and home cooking is delicious and authentic. There are many people in the city, and the simple folk customs are close to perception. After dinner, I make tea in spring and walk around. Rape flowers and yellow flowers are scattered in the fields, and the river bank is warm in spring. Everything is lush, and fresh sweet grass moistens it. Reluctant to go home, the landscape and countryside can still be chased. I sincerely hope that Shan Ye will stay away from Lin Feng, and it will be too late to regret it.

The scenery in the farmhouse is really beautiful. There are mountains on both sides, and the mountains are covered with lush trees and bamboo. There are also many chickens and ducks in the bamboo forest, and there is a stream in the middle. It had just rained heavily when we went, and the stream was very big and made a rushing sound.

10 sentence: Zen forest shows eight solutions, Sanming is a genius. The land is far away from the fragrant world, and the heart water purification pavilion is open. Check the dangerous mountain and find the secluded stone road to come back. Swiss flowers grow from the bottom, and a panacea must be planted. Blue nets cross mangroves, clear springs and green moss. Play fish smell, idle birds recite scriptures. Abandon the image to realize, forget the words and reason to do. What you get in silence is nothing but chanting.

The sentence 1 1 has no rhyme, and naturally loves Qiushan. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

Sentence 12 "There are one or two chickens crowing in the rain, and the road and bridge in Zhuxi Village are oblique. My mother-in-law called a silkworm bath, and she laid gardenias in the atrium. " In Rain in the Mountain Village, Wang Jian painted a fresh and beautiful picture of the mountain village with extremely concise pen and ink. The spring silkworm season in Shan Nong is the busiest time, but the poet does not directly say that he is busy, but uses "gardenia in the atrium" to set off his busy, which can be described as a wonderful pen with endless charm. Cui Daorong's "Villa in Spring" is a companion piece, with the same effect and unique features. "Frogs crossed the club, and farming suddenly got busy. The neighboring woman returned to the field and did not see a hundred flowers. " The Spring Festival has passed, and frogs are scrambling to plough the fields, which is in the busy farming season. You see, the peasant woman who came home from Tian Xiang was in such a hurry that she even turned a blind eye to the blooming flowers on the roadside. "A year's plan lies in spring". In spring, sisters who are busy choosing silkworm eggs and paying money for the fields have no leisure time to enjoy flowers!

We went back with deep thoughts and blessings for our grandmother. At this time, everyone relaxed a lot, and a group of people came to the farmhouse under the green bamboo. In front of the house covered with old tiles is a clearing, and weeds have been pulled up. The farmer has set up two faded wooden tables and some chairs, waiting for us to come back. In warm spring, bask in the sun and drink a few mouthfuls of jasmine tea brewed by farmers. Looking around, there are some fields in front of us, including citrus trees, grapefruit trees, apple trees and apricot trees; There are vegetable gardens on both sides, with lettuce, pea tips, garlic moss, beans, cabbage, onions and other side dishes. Farmers said that every time before eating, they would go to the vegetable field to pick a handful of garlic moss, pull out some lettuce, pinch a pile of pea tips, fry garlic moss with wax, take out some eggs from the chicken nest to make pea tip egg soup, and then fry a piece of lettuce with white oil. It is fresh and convenient. Back home, of course, I want to taste the local specialties. My mother ordered some more tofu pudding, red lobster sauce, old bacon, stewed peas and Shao vegetable soup.

Spring is the season of sowing hope. Liu Yuxi's poem "Flower Arrangement in Tian Ge" is full of deep feelings for farmers. With delicate and sketchy brushwork, the style of farmers transplanting rice seedlings is outlined: "Flowers and plants are in full bloom on the top of the mountain, and swallows fly from east to west. The horizon looks like a line, and the white water is uneven. The peasant woman is wearing a white skirt and the peasant father is wearing a green coat. Singing the song in the middle of the song, like a bamboo branch. " Spring has come, all over the mountains and plains are covered with green grass, and all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom in the sun. Chun Yan sometimes flies high, sometimes dives in the corner of the village, and often passes people's faces. Regardless of the chilly spring, the farmers have already tidied up their fields, with ridges like lines and uneven water and light. A peasant woman in a white linen skirt and a farmer in green hemp fiber are bending over to transplant rice seedlings. A folk song singing the harmony of all people echoed in the field. Reciting poems brings me back to my childhood, and I feel much younger at once, as if I were barefoot, picking seedlings and sending tea on the soft ridge ... "

15. City people come to visit the farmers' houses. Mushrooms in Nanshan are like umbrellas, bamboo shoots on the north slope are bright and bright, and there are many excellent shepherd's purse in front of and behind the garden. The fish in the river is far away from the water, and the fruits dripping with water are trustworthy. Pick them yourself. The home-brewed rice wine is full of fragrance, and the peasant girl slaps a big spoon and lingers back to the city. Farmhouse, farmhouse, foreigners come to visit our farmhouse. The waterwheel creaked and twisted, and the rice seedlings were planted with mud and mud. Straw shoes are like banana fans, lotus flail hurts the arm and holds up a boat. The craftsmanship of our ancestors has returned to heaven, and abandoned farm tools can also make money.

16 I like clay stoves, charcoal, copper pots, mountain springs, fresh tea and simple farmers. They are full of the color and smell of the earth, which makes me feel as if I haven't seen them for a long time. Farmers are warm and easy-going, so it's up to me to drink tea and take a bath now. I can drink as much as I want. So kind, so affectionate, where else but farmhouse music? Therefore, this place is not Dongli Nanshan, but also a paradise, serene and quiet, leisurely and indifferent; There is no tea ceremony here, but it has its own spirit of "harmony, respect, silence and purity".

Sentence 17 ... "The blue waves are boundless in spring, and the rice seedlings are endless. It was even more smashed by egrets and smoke. " Wei Zhuang's "Inserting Fields", with its natural beauty and skillful hands, is not only a simple and fresh poem with infinite charm, but also a vivid picture of the land of rice fragrance. Among the wild herons written by Wang Wei, there are "an egret flying over a quiet wetland", Du Fu's "a line of egrets flying over the sky" and the article "an egret flying over a wide river". In the fields of vast expanse, Egret Qi Fei is a vivid pen.

I wonder if the owner of this shop grew up in that era. But I lived in that era. I'm here to miss the past, not the bitter days. I'm here to enjoy the sweetness of today. There are wild crucian carp, scallion and grouper in the stream, and bamboo garden chicken, sweet potato, taro and corncob in the kitchen. There are both delicious food and vegetables here. People who come here want to eat authentic food, taste something new and have sex together. We ordered some farm dishes and bottles of cold beer and ate slowly. In the steaming, the friendship between our friends has been sublimated and the feelings have been nourished. Because in foreign countries, as long as China people are fellow villagers, fellow villagers become relatives, and everyone is very affectionate. We enjoyed ourselves in the "farmhouse" and entrusted a kind of homesickness.

The mountain road twists and turns. Yes, the road to the farmhouse is tortuous. On the gravel road, riding a car is as bumpy as driving a tractor. From 9 a.m. to noon 12 a.m., when several of us were ready to turn over our stomachs, the destination-farmhouse music finally arrived. Oh, my God! There are three connected courtyards and three dams. Corn from Huang Chengcheng and several strings of red peppers are hung on the eaves. There is a wire on the roof with a chain tied to it, and a biting dog is tied to the other end of the chain.

The simple character of rural farmers is contentment and hospitality, which is reflected in many poems in Tang poetry. Within reach, Meng Haoran's "Passing an Old Friend's Village": "Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, and you will entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Wait until the mountain holiday, I will come back at chrysanthemum time ",Sikongshu's" Tian Jia ":"Tian Jia loves rain, and the old people in the neighborhood are greeted. Spring overflows and ditches break, and the wheat is high and the mulberry is low. Call calves and keep chickens. Scratching one's head under the door is like a crown under the porch, which has the characteristics of "light language but not thin taste" (Tang Poetry). When friends come, they are happy and set up a banquet, "holding a cup to talk about Sang Ma"; Urge children to herd cattle, keep guests, kill chickens and entertain guests, and be as happy as being a high official. After more than 1000 years, this scene, this kindness, comes to my eyes every time I return to my hometown.

Sentence 2 1 Yaochi fairyland, paradise on earth. Speaking of the word "Tianchi", people envy it; People have endowed Tianchi with many beautiful myths. Tianchi is unattainable in people's hearts and full of infinite reverie. At the northern foot of Qinling Mountains, 50 miles south of Xi 'an, there is a real Tianchi Lake on Cuihua Mountain, which is unique in China and rare in the world. This Tianchi Lake is 1 100 meters above sea level, which was formed by earthquakes and landslides blocking Taiyi River, and is also called a dammed lake. This is the origin of the beautiful love story of Cui Hua girls. Anyone who has been to Cuihua Mountain knows that "Cui Hua New Village" is a street with the flavor of farmers. Now farmers have to be well-off to have fun. "Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different. Need a place to spend the night, I called the woodcutter on the river. " So beautiful, who is not intoxicated? At that time, Wang Wei lived a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, and now the villagers in Shuiqiuchi also live a happy life. An old man said, "The new society is better. Let's catch up!" "