Diary about country life

"The river is running towards my home ..." When I was a child, my mother used this old ballad to amuse me. From then on, I fell in love with this river in my hometown.

In spring, the river flows by my house singing cheerful songs. At this time, you will see that at the bottom of the clear river, there will be several stones of various colors with patterns as bright as jade.

Miss Chun left quietly, and Sister Xia came along with light steps, dragging her veil. Laughter on the river; Adults wash clothes by the river and talk about housework at the same time. The children jumped into the river to catch small fish, have a water fight and pick up beautiful pebbles ... The wild flowers along the river are colorful, like endless brocade, and like a charming paradise. It's really dazzling

When the jujube trees are covered with red lanterns, it's autumn. Golden leaves fell all over the river. Naughty little fish used it as an umbrella, and the river turned golden. All the flowers along the river are dejected and despondent, except one flower. It holds its head high, as if to show people its beautiful posture and tenacious life-it is chrysanthemum.

Aunt Dong came over in a hurry. The white earth, the silvery frost, the silvery riverbed and the pine trees by the river stand upright in the cold wind, but they look greener and greener, making the river more holy.

River, river, you brought me the fragrance of flowers in spring, the joy in summer, the golden color in autumn and the holiness in winter. It was you who spent a happy childhood with me. I like the river in your hometown.

A happy life in the countryside

On the second day of National Day, I went to my grandmother's house to play. Grandma lives in the country and it takes two hours to drive there. My mother and I walked on a path full of wild flowers, breathing fresh air, and we were in a particularly good mood.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, my little sister and I came to the big garden behind the house. My mouth watered when I saw red lanterns hanging on my grandmother's pomegranate tree. With grandma's consent, we picked pomegranates, and in a short time, we picked a full fruit bowl. However, we saw two big, red and round pomegranates on the branch. We tried on tiptoe several times, but we couldn't get it off. They are too high! The neighbor's little sister jumped so hard that she fell and almost cried. I coaxed her and said, "Forget it, leave some for adults to choose from!" " Let's go and play something else. "The neighbor's little sister smiled through tears and took my hand out of the garden.

We jumped to the hillside behind the village and prepared to plant sesame flowers. We first dug a small pit with sharp branches, then put sesame flowers in it, then covered the soil around the sesame flowers, and then leveled them. Finally, we brought a small bucket from home to water the soil ... I was so happy to see the sesame flowers we planted so bright and beautiful in the sun! I silently wish that when I come back next year, the hillside will be full of beautiful flowers. ...

Life in the country is so happy!

Fresh country life

Rural houses are disorderly and the environment is indecent. This is the old appearance of rural life in the past. However, walking through this country road has made many people in the city cast envious eyes. On both sides are newly-built well-off residential buildings, with red tiles and beige walls and new green everywhere, which is particularly harmonious, and people can't help but sigh the changes in rural life today.

There are no tall buildings in the city, no endless cars, no noisy sounds, only a kind of tranquility that people in the city have not seen for a long time. Walking on the country road, enjoying the open sunshine and feeling the unique flavor of the country is a bit intoxicating. Listening to the crisp songs of birds, watching the waves of carp in the pond, stepping on the stone road and feeling the rare idleness. Willow branches sway in the soft spring breeze, and the air seems clear and transparent, revealing intoxicating freshness and indulging in the rich pastoral flavor.

Sunset, watching the sun slowly setting from the hillside, beside the Qinghe River in the village, there are several women chatting and washing clothes. Against the faint sunset, it seems that they can see the most simple smile in the countryside on their faces. Suddenly there were more people. Workers from a village-run enterprise hurried home after work. This is also the busiest time in this quiet village.

Simple and hardworking country people themselves are changing everything around them, enjoying a beautiful environment and a happy country life. In the noisy city, perhaps more and more city people are willing to change their lives and feel this fresh country life.

Country life

I come from the city, but I have also been to the countryside several times, which is also very interesting.

One summer vacation in the third grade, I went to the countryside-grandma's hometown with my parents and cousin.

Grandma's house is a two-story building, covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, but it is dense on one side and sparse on the other. They danced rhythmically with the breeze. A few strings of dried red peppers are hung under the eaves, sunflowers are planted in front and behind the house, and there is a pond dozens of meters away from the house.

I made some good friends here. The most interesting thing is to dig out the eggs. First, let a partner climb a tree to find the target. He looked around and his eyes suddenly focused on something, listening. He pointed to a tree and we climbed it quickly. I'll climb first, and Beibei is at the end. I stopped where I could reach the bird's nest and reached for the eggs. My left hand gripped the trunk tightly, and my right hand quickly handed the eggs to the people below. My knees are close together. After eating three or four eggs, I suddenly felt something soft, hairless, sticky and hissing. Is this ...? I quickly threw the snake down the tree and suddenly screamed. My partner and I came down quickly.

I like farm life!

Autumn fields

The field scenery in October is so charming, just like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, a veil-like mist hangs over the fields, as if to give the rice the last moisture. The sun came out, and the eyes were golden. The full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, giving off dazzling light, like countless pearls.

The field scenery in October is so charming, just like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give the rice the last moisture. When the sun came out, the eyes were golden, and the full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. After lunch, it seems that someone is silently directing, old people, young people and children. "Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click. You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

Overnight, all the standing rice slept on the floor like a carpet. This field has become very broad. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Ah! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, much like a lush grassland. Wheat leaves are thin and long, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if they were taller and faster than anyone else.

There is a hole in front of me. I looked up and saw all kinds of vegetables: red peppers, green vegetables, and grass heads clustered together ... I pulled out a green vegetable with roots like grandpa's beard and leaves and vegetable handles like pieces of table tennis boards.

What a charming Akita!

The fields in spring

After winter, spring came to the earth with light steps, met everywhere, and put on spring clothes. Today, I invited some friends to enjoy Springfield in my hometown.

We walked on the ridge of the field, and there was a burst of spring breeze blowing head-on, which felt very comfortable, because spring was not as bitter as winter, only slightly chilly. You see, the grass, which has been sleeping for a winter, wakes up and sticks its head out stubbornly. Although it is only a little light green, it is full of vitality. Some unknown flowers, one cluster after another, are scattered on the ridge of the field. Green broad bean seedlings stand neatly beside the ridge of the field.

When I looked up, I saw endless crops. The golden rape blossoms are in full bloom, and the hardworking little bees fly here to whisper, and then fly there to kiss. And this piece, that piece, shiny green safflower, naturally embroidered with a few small purple flowers, very beautiful. The wheat seedlings at jointing stage are spread as thick as a green carpet on the field.

Seeing this scene, I remembered a proverb: A year's plan lies in spring, which is the hope of farmers' hard work.

I like the fields in my hometown in spring. It is like an unfolding picture, full of poetry. So I happily said to my friends, "It's a pity that I'm not a painter, otherwise I would draw the charming fields of this hometown with colored pens and let them spread out before our eyes forever."

Pastoral scenery

There is a paradise-like fancy world on earth, but it is not heaven, it is the countryside.

On May Day, I went to the countryside for my holiday.

My parents and I sat on the ox cart and watched the rural scenery. From a distance, the wheat in the field danced with the encouragement of teacher Feng, and its golden clothes decorated the field with gold.

Walking towards the entrance of the village, you can see the tofu room. When I walked in, I saw a big guy in front of my eyes. This guy is made up of two stones, a big one and a small one. There is a wooden stick beside the stone above. My mother told me that this is a bean mill. Just hold a wooden stick and push it around the machine, and white soybean milk will flow out and make my mouth water.

Out of the tofu room, it is the world of beetles. You can find any big tree, but you can't find the beetle after looking at it for a long time. At this time, all you need to do is push hard with your feet. First, it swings, but in a short time, the beetles on the tree can't support it, so they all fall down and catch it happily.

Leaving the beetle's home, I came to the wheat field, the yellow insect zone. I took the net. This time, the yellow bug escaped, so I thought about it. Haha, I have it. I secretly put the net in the place with the most locusts, and I made a chop gesture with my hand. The locusts thought I was going to attack them. Jumping off the net in a flash is really a big gain.

Going home at night, I still can't bear to leave this paradise on earth.