A work describing rural scenery

The annual Labor Day is coming again. My mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time and came to my grandmother's house in the country.

We got off the bus and walked to the village. The cool spring breeze blows head-on, as if welcoming the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road are green fruit forests planted by farmers, and lush branches and leaves block the golden sunshine. There are many longan trees hanging on the trees. My mother told me that longan is not mature yet. In summer, a string of sweet and delicious longan in Huang Chengcheng can be picked and become the fruit on the dining table.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I forced my mother to set off firecrackers. My mother had no choice but to agree. So, I walked around looking for a firecracker shop and finally got what I wanted. I stood on the roof and threw firecrackers into the river. Unexpectedly, I scared the ducks bathing in the water. It was surprised to "ga! Ga! Hey! " I screamed loudly and ran home in a panic. I can't help laughing. In fact, ducks are cute, too. You see, a fat body in vain, a yellow mouth and bright eyes, can you walk around without being cute?

Suddenly, the sky was overcast, with lightning and thunder, and in a flash, it began to rain cats and dogs. I hurried back to the house to hide from the rain. After a while, the rain stopped, and suddenly the sky was high and the clouds were light. Look up and you will see the rice fields soaked by rain shining. Walking into the tree-lined fields, you will feel relaxed and happy. Looking at the heavy and full ears of wheat, I thought: It was the working people who exchanged these ears of wheat with their own efforts. How great the working people are!

After lunch, we came to his uncle's guava forest. In front of us, it seems to be an endless fruit forest, with three uncles and others, which is simply a green ocean. His uncle is holding pliers and carrying a bamboo basket. I followed him from side to side, only to see him carefully cut off one green fruit after another. I was so happy, I thought, I can eat enough now. After picking the fruit, I was sweating and panting. When I saw my uncle, he was sweating like a pig. How difficult it is! I ate sweet and crisp fruits and thought: These fruits were bought by working people with little sweat.

What beautiful fruit trees and wide fields make me linger. After returning to China, this continuous picture often echoes in my mind.

Pastoral scenery

"In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." Spring, so quietly coming to us; In spring, the cold winter is driven away with warm hands, the blue sky is held up among the white clouds, and the warm sunshine shines on the world.

Spring is a warm season. With the spring breeze blowing, spring has sown hope on a piece of land and brought great vitality to everything. On the earth, the grass in spring germinates from the soil and is green; Green leaves are smiling and dancing, showing their vitality; All kinds of flowers are covered with gorgeous coats and bloom with sweet smiles; The cheerful birds are singing beautiful songs.

As night falls, the sun slowly sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun slowly diffuses, and the light blue sky is dyed red by it.

In the countryside in spring, there is an attractive smell of grass in the humid air; In the fields, the fragrance of the earth wafts from time to time. Looking around, my eyes are full of bright green wheat seedlings, which extend to the distant horizon. Xia Guang left his thoughts to the sky and the earth. The spring breeze blew gently, and wheat waves appeared in the fields. At this time, people's emotions and thoughts fluctuate with the wheat waves, and they can't be calm for a long time.

The rural scenery is really like a long-axis picture scroll slowly displayed in front of people. However, the beautiful picture scroll is decorated with colorful and dazzling pictures, but it is the ingenious integration of people who have worked all day and nature. At dusk, people who have worked hard all day happily come back from work. They walked on the straw in the country with hoes on their shoulders. The sun shines on their dark faces, and everyone seems to have forgotten the fatigue of the day. Their figure has been dragged by the afterglow of the sunset for a long time.

The sun has set, but the sky is still bright. The blue sky is sparsely dotted with a few faint white clouds, revealing a trace of elegant beauty, as if boats were floating on the blue sea. At this time, the white clouds have been covered with a golden coat by the glow. Birds playing in the trees and grass gradually quieted down, perhaps at dusk, and they returned to their nests to rest quietly. Occasionally, some birds, frightened by something, drag their long cries across the sky and fly far away.

When the sunset brought the last ray of sunshine home, the world turned silver gray. Plumes of milky white smoke and gray twilight blend together, just like a veil over roofs, walls, trees and fields. At this moment, the countryside becomes looming, hazy and magical. However, the river outside the village is still clear and bright, the river flows quietly in a whirlpool, and the reflection of trees is reflected in the water! Occasionally some fish will surface, breathe the air of nature, and then dive into the water. The frolic sound of fish ripples on the calm water, and the shadows of those trees bend and crawl in the water like snakes. As time goes by, after a while, the ripples slowly disappear and return to calm, and the reflection of the tree in the water is still clearly visible.

As night falls, villages, fields, trees and rivers gradually blur. Occasionally, there was a noise of children from the countryside, but it soon disappeared. Gradually, everything was shrouded in the diffuse night.

Wow, what a quiet and elegant pastoral scenery! The poetic dusk is fascinating and makes people calm in the beautiful scenery of nature! Brief introduction of pastoral scenery composition: pastoral scenery is an indispensable and flawless treasure in landscape painting. Now let me tell you something about it! Walking on a country road, stepping on soft and fertile land, breathing slightly sweet air, is refreshing. Through the Woods, the branches and tails are covered with fruits, and the fragrance of fruits floats over your nose, making people drool. Just walk a little longer …

Pastoral scenery is an indispensable treasure in landscape painting. Now let me tell you something about it!

Walking on a country road, stepping on soft and fertile land, breathing slightly sweet air, is refreshing.

Through the Woods, the branches and tails are covered with fruits, and the fragrance of fruits floats over your nose, making people drool. Just take one step closer and let you plug in a pair of wings, pick the fruit and have a good time.

Walking through the Woods and green grass, a group of chickens came face to face, shuttling through the grass, playing, and sometimes jumping up and pecking at you, scaring you out of your wits. When you came to your senses, they ran away. Lying on the soft grass, enjoying cutting, people can't help falling asleep. A picture in the country

Although living in a bustling city, I have a special liking for rural scenery. Pastoral scenery is a beautiful picture, fresh air, blue sky, clear stream and unique pastoral scenery will make you linger.

Morning in the country is particularly charming. It's just dawn, it's quiet around, the air is particularly fresh, and I breathe the fragrance of the earth in the air. How comfortable! It's a pleasure. The crow of the rooster awakened people from their sweet sleep. Slowly, the sun shines quietly, and the sunrise in the east turns the earth red. With the sunrise, people have begun to work in the fields with their tools on their backs. The endless fields and green rice fields form a beautiful picture.

At noon, the countryside was extremely sultry, and cicadas kept shouting "cicadas", as if to say "so hot, so hot". The tree curled its leaves listlessly, and the birds said they were tired, so they all dozed off in the tree.

The night view of the countryside is even more charming. Green seedlings, yellow rape flowers, seem to be covered with a layer of ivory gauze. People working in the fields have stepped out of the fields and strolled on the country road home. Some of them are barefoot, others are driving cows and making footsteps. I saw the cow writhing its heavy body, wagging its tail and walking slowly forward. From time to time came the shouts of the master and the sound of whips driving cattle ... ah! What a beautiful rural scenery!

Ah, the scenery in the country is simply a beautiful picture. I like the beautiful scenery in the country! Tianyuan Feng Guang

The air in the countryside is so fresh, the sky in the countryside is so blue, and the scenery in the countryside is so unique that the countryside will make you linger.

early morning

In the morning, the sky in the east is fish-belly white, and everything is foggy, as if the earth is covered with a layer of white gauze. The earth is sleeping, and the beautiful little face of flowers is rolling with crystal dew. "giggle-"a rooster crowed several times, and the silent village immediately became lively: birds chattered and chatted about the sky; The stream jingles and sings; The sun father-in-law also don't know when to run to such a high sky; The weeping willows by the stream used to be dejected and despondent, but now they are full of energy, holding their heads high and listening to the stream singing with relish. People who had a night's rest began a day's work.

high noon

There are five clouds in Wan Li at noon, and the weather is sultry, not as cool as in the morning. The cicada kept calling: "cicada, cicada ..." The tree rolled its leaves listlessly again, and the birds were tired of chatting, so they all took a nap in the tree. But one by one, the children jumped into the cool stream and fought a "water fight" to fight for "life and death". "Bang, bang" splash with laughter. Look at them fighting so hard, as if they were on a real battlefield, and their movements are so skilled. They must be "veterans"! The joy of children's play also melted into the air, adding a little fun to the sultry noon.

dusk

A wisp of light smoke floated lightly from the chimney, leaving a trace of residual heat on the ground. Dusk is not as sultry as noon, but slightly warm in the refreshing wind. Looking up at the sky, I saw that the flaming sunset has dyed most of the sky red, and its shapes are even more varied: look! A fierce tiger is chasing a rabbit, running and then disappearing, but a good horse appears, running on the boundless grassland ... The colors of the sky are also changing: crimson, pink, orange ... as if it were the wonderful magic of the magic master, it is dizzying.

night

The sun left the sky reluctantly. The beautiful moon casts a Yin Hui on the earth, and the gentle moonlight is as calm as water and sprinkled on people's faces. The beautiful sky is like a blue carpet inlaid with countless shiny "little diamonds". Little star's eyes twinkle, so cute. There was no sound in the quiet night, and people soon entered a sweet dream.

The scenery in the countryside is like a painting, moving and freehand, so beautiful that people want to stay!

The colorful rural life has been lingering in my mind. I picked some "flowers" of rural life and gave them to you, my dear friend.

Miss Qiu came to the world quietly with light steps. She walked through the sorghum field, where the sorghum ears were heavy and bent the branches; She walked through the peanut field and the peanut leaves turned yellow. In this harvest season, who can not be happy! On this day, my grandmother, grandfather and mother and I came to the field to pull peanuts. Although I am small, my strength is infinite. Before I came to a peanut, I grabbed the peanut leaf with both hands and pulled it up hard. With a bang, peanuts were pulled out of the ground. Although I participated in it, this is my first record! There is also a kind of peanut that is particularly difficult to pull out. I tried my best to suck milk. Bang, I grabbed the pulled peanuts with both hands and fell down. Suddenly, I was covered in mud and became a clay figurine. Sunset sprinkled on the quiet river, each of us hugged peanuts tightly, and my mother and I looked at each other with unspeakable joy.

All smiles, walking on the way home. I walked home humming a ditty and picked a sorghum ear at random. Grandpa saw it, and suddenly his smiling face was covered with dark clouds. He looked at me and said, "You city children just don't know how to cherish food. Although it is only a sorghum ear, people have worked hard for half a year. How could you do that? ..... "The more Grandpa said, the less I felt. It's all my own fault. I silently condemned myself in my heart and shouldn't pick sorghum ears. You talk about cherishing food every day, how can you just talk about it? I quickly apologized to grandpa, and grandpa forgave me. I've learned that some things can't be just spoken, but should be put into action.

It's a pity not to go boating in the river when we get to the countryside. In order to satisfy my wish, my uncle and one of his friends took me boating in the canal. I walked quickly to the river bank. Although it is late autumn, there are still many small wildflowers smiling in the autumn sunshine. The breeze gently caressed my face, and the river was flowing quietly, which was very comfortable. We got on a boat. I tried to row, but my uncle got the paddle first. My uncle paddled, and it made a beautiful arc on the water. I sat at the stern, and the boat moved slowly behind me, splashing beautiful water. My hand gently across the water, water droplets like delicate pearls, in the sunlight shining colorful light. My uncle's rowing skills are really average. He pushed the paddle down hard, splashing a lot of water, flying naughtily on me, and some even "touched" my cheek. When the boat reached the middle of the water, my uncle was anxious to row back. He couldn't turn, the boat turned and turned in the middle, and the fisherman was so anxious to call on the shore that I stood up. Needless to say, the ship seemed to feel my panic, and probably didn't have the heart to embarrass me, a guest from afar. After several turns, it obediently listened to my uncle's command and landed smoothly. Sitting by the river and watching the afterglow of the sunset fade away, I remembered that I should go back.

There are still many unforgettable memories of country life, which are beyond my clumsy handwriting. Walking into the countryside and getting close to nature, the thick black land in my hometown will always be my unforgettable paradise.