Talking about going home to visit the elderly

Wonderful paragraphs of environmental description (countryside, snow scene, reeds);

The moon rises, the yard is cool and clean, and the broken reed eyebrows during the day are moist and moist, just to make up for the seats. A woman is sitting in the middle of the yard, her fingers wrapped around the smooth and slender reed eyebrows. Lu Mei thin, jumping in her arms.

How many reeds are there in Baiyangdian Lake? I don't know. How many reeds are produced every year? I don't know. All I know is that every year when reeds fly and leaves turn yellow, the reeds in the whole lake are harvested and piled up, and in the square around Baiyangdian, they become the Great Wall of Reed. Women are knitting seats in the yard. How many seats are woven? In June, when the lake was full, countless ships carried silver-white mats for export. Soon, cities and villages all over the country had mats with dense and exquisite patterns. Everyone rushed to buy: "Good mat, Baiyangdian mat!" "

1In the spring and summer of 937, a serious drought occurred in Yong 'an Central Plains. In May, the bottom of the Hutuo River dried up, and hot air rolled yellow sand, drying the variegated flowers such as red willow and fenugreek that spread and grew on the floodplain. They bloom at night and wither during the day. Farmers said, don't look at the drought now, it must be a flood year. But it was not until the beginning of June, before it rained, that they came from Beiping.

Farmers in Woods Town, Hebei Province lie in the shade of the north dike of the village at noon to rest. Under a big elm tree at the corner of the levee, there are two young women spinning in Huaifang. Judging from their looks and clothes, they are all like sisters, the younger is sixteen or seventeen, and the older is only twenty-seven. My sister's face is a little yellow, a little thin and her eyebrows are a little sad. However, too much hope and premature enthusiasm have been fully revealed in my sister's expression and behavior.

The leaves above them did not move, cicadas screamed anxiously, and the rustling sticky excrement fell to the ground.

There is a car in the distance. In the high, low, yellow and green crops, the red soil and the feet of the car are shining. Two big aconite mules are running with their tails wagging in the hot midday sun.

"Pushed open the door a look, wow! What a heavy snow! Mountains, rivers, trees and houses are all covered with a thick layer of snow, making a world of powder and jade. "Then, write the unique scenery of willow and pine trees after snow. Write Jingmei first: "The willow with leaves is covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are covered with fluffy pines and heavy snowballs. " Write dynamic beauty again: "A gust of wind blows, branches sway gently, silver bars and snowballs fall rustling, and jade-like snow powder flutters with the wind, reflecting the morning sunshine and showing rainbow-like colors."

Inadvertently, snowflakes have floated outside the window. The long-overdue snowflakes quickly fell to the ground in the gloomy sky, crossed countless solitary lines in the air, and danced with the wind, like catkins falling from the sky, and filled the sky for a time.

Like a fairy scattering flowers, endless snowflakes fall from the depths of the sky, like a gentle and graceful fairy wearing a white dress, paying tribute to all creatures with beautiful dance, and then gently covering the roof, grass tips and leaves. In an instant, the true colors of everything were quietly covered by the first snow since winter, and replaced by a thin layer of snow. In the blink of an eye, snowflakes use the power of nature.

Snowflakes are getting denser and denser, and they are scattered in the air endlessly. There are countless hexagonal fairies like Hua Hudie everywhere in the community. They moisten everything silently and decorate the community with slender magic sticks. Naughty fairies are unrestrained, happily playing a wonderful dance and Ying Ying in the air, perhaps because they have been in the Heavenly Palace for a long time. They seem to have released all their energy. Everything has been rendered. Occasionally, a few snowflakes jump naughtily on the stainless steel shelves of every household, making a crisp knock from time to time, which seems to create a little momentum for the empty community. However, the hexagonal delicate snowflakes quickly melted into water droplets and adhered to the shelves washed by snow. The wind is blowing leisurely and stumbling, but they still won't let go.

The snow is beginning to get smaller. The plant seems to have absorbed enough nutrients and waved to the snow to thank it for its gift.

When I was a child, I often stayed alone by the river. At that time, the sky was always blue, and the shadow of the geese flying north was always reflected on the blue water. The green grass is full of white and red flowers, white butterflies are flying up and down among the flowers, dragonflies are landing on the reeds in the distance, and a string of dewdrops are flying; Seeing that life is happily busy, my heart is full of happiness. I drum my cheeks and blow a whistle made of reed leaves. The sound of "tick" will spread far on the river, and the frightened sparrow will be quiet for a long time.

The first fallen leaf brought the news of autumn, and the weather soon cooled down. In the yard, red, yellow and dead leaves fell all over the tile ditch; The wall swayed for a spring and summer, and the geese returning to the south bowed their heads in frustration. At this time, the river is a sea of reeds. White velvet reeds look like dandelion flowers, but they don't have the rough feeling of dandelion. It will never abandon reeds, but silently meet the autumn rain and the bleak autumn wind. In the white dew and the first frost,

This winter, I have been studying in a foreign country thousands of miles away. I don't know if the reed in my hometown is good, but it has blossomed. On the way to school, a clump of reeds flashed outside the window. I think they are like a messy and sad past. I know I won't see the reeds in my hometown for a long time.

I like green. I think it is a vibrant color, because the reeds in my hometown have already dissolved into my life, including green water and reed flowers.

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Thinking about reeds

Recently, I returned to my hometown where I once "cut in line and settled down". When I got off the boat, I saw reeds swaying in the wind on the river bank. Long time no see, friend! Reed was once regarded as a symbol of desolation. However, in my mind, these plants everywhere represent a beautiful and free life, and they have accompanied me through difficult years.

Once upon a time, reed was an important cash crop on Chongming Island. The whole reed has economic value. The tender reed roots buried underground can quench thirst and satisfy hunger, and can also be used as medicine. Reed leaves can be used to wrap zongzi, and the smell of reed leaves and glutinous rice is the smell of zongzi. Reed flowers can be tied into reed brooms, which are still used by city people. Reed stalks are the most widely used, and farmers weave reeds with dexterous hands. Reed can weave reed walls and roofs. Many villagers used to weave reeds for a living, and the endless reeds gave their hometown people another way. When I was in Chongming, I studied the use of underground biogas to cook with farmers. We also use reeds as biogas stoves. We first dig holes in the ground, then bind the reeds into bundles, then connect them one by one, and then bind them into reeds more than ten meters long, slowly. Will rise to the ground along the gap between the reed handles and accumulate in the earthen stove. As long as you strike a match, you can light clusters of blue flames at the mouth of the stove, adding a little warmth to the poor life. In my memory, this is a wonderful thing.

During my hard "jumping the queue" career, Reid gave me comfort that others could not imagine. I am a person who is obsessed with nature, and reed is a beautiful gift given by nature to mankind. In the fields carefully cultivated by humans, few wild plants are contiguous except reeds. No one sows and cultivates them. They grow sturdily. Where there is soil and running water, they spread green and describe life.

In spring and summer, they are like a group of people dressed in green, standing by the river. I like to watch them swaying in the wind and listen to them whispering to Jiang Tao. When I walked past them with farmers carrying burdens, green reed leaves brushed my clothes and my face. This is the closeness of nature to people. The most unforgettable scene is their flowering. The heat has passed, autumn has come, and the wind is getting colder every day. At this time, in the wind, reeds shook their silver heads and made a low sound on both sides of the river bank. From a distance, they look like undulating waves and floating snow. What makes me unforgettable is the scene in the sunset. In the gorgeous sunset, the silver reed turned into a golden red, like a flame spreading with the wind, burning at the junction of the earth and the river and sea. In winter, uncut reeds wither and scorch, and look sluggish in the snow. It adds a bit of bleak atmosphere to the earth. However, I know that reeds are still alive and they will not die. Below the frozen soil are frozen reed roots and cut asparagus. As soon as the spring breeze blows, they report the news of spring with pink buds and new green leaves. The tail of winter is still sweeping the earth, but asparagus stubbornly breaks through the ground and stretches them proudly in the cold wind.

I once wrote a poem in my diary and compared myself to a reed. Pascal said that "man is a thinking reed", which makes me feel kind. Comparing people to reeds shows that people are small and fragile. In fact, it can be interpreted in another way. Patience and perseverance in human nature are like reeds. In my poems, reeds are thoughtful. They are faced with barren beaches, flowing water and migratory birds from south to north.

I used to worry that with the development and progress of Chongming Island, the reeds on the island would gradually disappear. However, my worry is probably unnecessary. As long as the soil and running water are still there, as long as the reed root on the beach is still there, no one can make these green lives disappear. My hometown will also be full of vitality because of the existence of reeds, and will always maintain the beauty of nature.

This time I went to Chongming, I went to see the reeds on the shore. Reed is still swaying silver flowers in the autumn wind as before. That evening, I stared at the large reed flowers that gradually turned red in the sunset. They fluctuated between heaven and earth, like raging flames, and rekindled my dream of youth. ...

Reed is drunk.

In autumn, reeds can be seen everywhere in Jiangnan water town. They grow by the river, and the clear river is like a mirror, reflecting the reeds in the water.

Walking to the reed, it was as drunk as a fiddler and wobbled. The spike on it looks like a knife, as if it had been sharpened by the autumn wind. Look at that, like a drunken general, waving a broadsword and swaggering out.

White reeds are translucent on some low reeds. They have tasted several spoonfuls of wine and seem a little drunk. Some leaves stick to the water, and reeds stand upside down, shaking gently and shining slightly in the sun.

In the autumn wind, reeds are drunk; I was intoxicated when I walked.

Reed flowers in my hometown

My hometown is surrounded by mountains and reeds everywhere. Autumn has come, reeds are scrambling to open, hiding my hometown in a sea of flowers, which is very beautiful.

Most of the reeds in my hometown grow by the stream. They are herbaceous plants with weak stems and like humidity. Because the soil in my hometown is fertile and rainy in spring and autumn, the mature roots of reeds are all over Shan Ye. In spring and March, the reeds in my hometown grow fresh buds and roll out slender leaves towards the sun. In July and August, reeds began to bloom. Some are milky white, some are reddish and some are pink. Streams and hillsides seem to be covered with a colorful wool blanket everywhere. Reed flowers are small, a bit like chopped cotton. Its crown is so dense that no obvious petals can be seen. Mature reed flowers are light and soft, and can float in the wind. So whenever the breeze blows, the reed flowers wander around the village, rising and falling, rising and falling, swaying, very beautiful. At this time, my hometown.

You see, from time to time, there are many reeds floating in the front and back of every household, and some float into the house and land on tables, chairs and stoves. Seeing this situation, children will be busy chasing, beating or blowing the falling reeds. As long as the old uncles have a little leisure, they will cut reeds to make summer sleeping mats. They cut down trees along streams and hillsides and then tied them into a strong rope. The reeds that have not yet dispersed are swaying up and down with the steady steps of the old uncle. Some rush into people's nostrils with the wind, making people sneeze hard. When you get home, throw them on the ground and a flying flower will pop up. At this time, the smoke at home will curl up in the chimney vaguely hidden in the reeds.

Reed does not bloom for a long time, and flowering indicates the end of old life and the beginning of new life. I love the reed in my hometown, not only because it is beautiful, but also because it has tenacious vitality. Just like people in my hometown, I am brave and brave.

In spring, reeds flourish in my hometown.

My home is in a water town in the south, where reeds are the most common plants. Confucius said: love the water, a wise man, loves mountains. There is no doubt that reed is a wise man. They are often full of rivers. Looking at them, they are often moved by a magical coolness and mysterious silence. The swaying reeds and aquatic plants are like beautiful pictures written by Lin Fengmian, dancing gracefully in the water. There is red in reeds.

I love the dark green swaying gently with the wind, and I feel my life is in that water.

In the spring of March, it is the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly in the south, and the reeds timidly stick their heads out from under the frozen soil. Pink reeds are tender and lovely. At that time, I always played with my friends and pulled reeds at will, which made my grandfather jump up and curse on the river bank. Unfortunately, my legs and feet are not flexible, and there is nothing we can do. Now that I think about it, I am really ashamed of those dead reeds and dead grandfathers.

However, reeds don't care about these. In a few days, new reeds will emerge from the silt of the river and cover the increasingly fertile banks. They have been jointing and often don't see each other for days. Looking around, you can see all the reeds in your field of vision. The breeze is blowing, and reeds are blowing in the green ocean, which is clear and simple.