1, the field is full of harvest: the endless rice fields are covered with gold. One by one, the ears of rice are broken and their stomachs are bursting. When a gust of wind blows, it will set off golden waves. At the mouth of the cotton column, sorghum smiled and bent, the apple tree was covered with red apples and red faces, Huang Chengcheng pears bent their branches, and oranges had green leaves, like small lanterns hanging on the tree. Not far away, several farmers are harvesting crops, with sweet smiles on their faces.
2. Spring is ringing in my ears, and geese are still looking around as they fly south. The grain in the rice field turns yellow and the autumn leaves turn into mud. Autumn scenery is different, but friendship is long. SMS wishes you happiness. May you always be healthy and safe! Happy Li Qiu!
The golden wind blows, the endless rice fields are like waves on the sea, and the heavy ears of grain bow their heads shyly like shy girls.
4. Listen carefully again. Frogs are singing heartily in rice fields, worms are calling for partners in corn fields, and earthworms are whispering in the fields. There are also crickets in the grass, who like singing and playing the piano. The song is bursting and the piano is playing, unless it's mom.
5, the rice fields in autumn can be lively! Sorghum blushed and smiled. A breeze blew, and sorghum made a rushing noise, as if welcoming Miss Qiu!
6. Autumn, what a desirable season! Melons and fruits are fragrant everywhere and fruitful. Paddy fields in the golden ocean. The autumn wind blows, just like a lively and lovely little girl, wearing a golden skirt and a golden hat, dancing in the wind and watching the excitement. Dashan also learned the appearance of rice fields and put on dazzling dresses, green, gold, dark yellow and colorful, adding a touch of luster to the old autumn.
7. The rice fields in autumn are really golden, yellow as gold, and will turn up golden waves. In the orchard, heavy fruits are covered with branches, red apples, delicious grapes, bananas, oranges and pears. . . . . . Autumn is the harvest season.
8. The rainy season, the busy spring rain, nourishes everything. The green grass is lying piece by piece, and the children are busy playing. Flowers are in bud, enjoying the rain and dew, and passers-by stop to smell the fragrance. Rice field crops are growing hard, and farmers are happy. When the rain comes, I hope to be happy forever!
9. It's not rice fields, it's oil smoke. Pieces are no longer Woods but pollution, and clumps are no longer grass but slag mountains. Protecting the environment is a top priority. The dream of the next generation, the tomorrow of this generation, don't leave regrets because of today.
10, overlapping mountains, without seeing a village or a paddy field. These mountains are like some drunken old people, sleeping for tens of millions of years one after another. No one dares to awaken their dreams, and no one dares to go deep into their hearts. Even adventurous hunters only go to their feet and chase goats, wild boar and birds running down from the mountains. Never.
2. Sentences describing rice fields in autumn. There is a bumper harvest in the field: the endless rice fields are covered with gold. One by one, the ears of rice are broken and their stomachs are bursting. When a gust of wind blows, it will set off golden waves. At the mouth of the cotton column, sorghum smiled and bent, the apple tree was covered with red apples and red faces, Huang Chengcheng pears bent their branches, and oranges had green leaves, like small lanterns hanging on the tree. Not far away, several farmers are harvesting crops, with sweet smiles on their faces.
2. Spring is ringing in my ears, and geese are still looking around as they fly south. The grain in the rice field turns yellow and the autumn leaves turn into mud. Autumn scenery is different, but friendship is long. SMS wishes you happiness. May you always be healthy and safe! Happy Li Qiu!
The golden wind blows, the endless rice fields are like waves on the sea, and the heavy ears of grain bow their heads shyly like shy girls.
3. What sentences describe the scene of autumn rice? When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp and full of mature breath. All these are magical canvases-nature, carefully drawn with different thicknesses.
Between the autumn waves, the mature rice is golden in Huang Chengcheng, bearing the joy of harvest.
1. Over a hill, we seem to have entered the world of flowers again. Wild chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere. Red, white, purple, pink, light green and rose are graceful in the breeze. It looks great. When we were looking at the flowers, my father explained: this is called the golden hook, this is called Huang Shigong, this is called the green apple, and this is called the full bucket star ... Ah, it's so diverse!
2. In the early morning, when I walked into the field, a fragrant rice fragrance came to my nose, which made me relaxed and happy; I was greeted by waist-deep ears of rice, golden and sparkling, dancing gracefully with the wind. They seem to be waiting for the farmers' uncles to welcome them into the warehouse and enjoy endless love …
3. A stream flows happily and meanders to the distance. The breeze blew and the water rippled. Under the afterglow, sparkling and golden, full of streams. "How beautiful!" I can't help sighing for myself. A leaf slipped into the stream, turned into a canoe and sailed happily forward. The stream is crystal clear, and the stones inside are scattered in the stream like gems, decorated with colorful colors. I threw a stone into the stream, and the stream splashed in it, forming layers of illusions in the afterglow. The Western Hills covered half of the sun's face, and then a different kind of scenery appeared, which can only be shown in Bai Juyi's Mujiang Song: "A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half the river is rustling, half the river is red".
4. A good sentence to describe rice fields: flaming maple leaves; The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique.
There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng. Every autumn, the fragrant rice smells good, and the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng turn up the Jin Lang.
Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe.
Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year. The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling.
The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power.
Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are brilliant.
In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams.
Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin.
The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye.
Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.
October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean. People have a special preference for autumn.
Spring is the season of farming, summer is the season of breeding, and winter is the season of gathering. Only autumn is the harvest season, not the autumn season. The autumn wind blew across the fields, bringing yellow rice and gold, and people bent over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now a bumper harvest is in sight. Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! Autumn has come, and the sky is as blue as washed, like a sapphire washed with clear water. The autumn sky is as blue as the sea.
White clouds are like a canoe sailing, floating slowly. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. And maple, whose leaves are all red. When you shake it, you fall down one after another, as if you had laid a red carpet on the ground, which made the earth particularly beautiful. However, pine trees are straight and full of lovely pine leaves, just like open green velvet umbrellas, swaying gently with the wind.
Miss Qiu came to us singing the song of harvest. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a giant golden carpet.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in the beautiful park. Falling leaves are fluttering, red leaves and yellow leaves.
Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemum is red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow.
Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale.
Let's love and praise this beautiful autumn! Autumn is fruitful. It has no charm and charm in spring, no enthusiasm in summer, and no tranquility in winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All this is a magical canvas-nature, carefully sketched out with lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments.
I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn. "A poem falls silently" leaves began to dance wildly in the golden sun, and the invisible wind played the sound of nature. This is a season to purify life in the world, but a poem is like this. The dust settled and the wind moved the fields. Singing the silver autumn, a string of rice ears shook in the beautiful moonlight in autumn. I feel a pair of poet's eyes. The back of late autumn, a lonely back is drifting away in the afterglow of sunset. Is this a gift left by God on purpose? Haizi's walking life is like a poem that falls silently. The last poet, the sunny day is about to pass, and the snowflakes affected by fallen leaves come. The poet is at peace. There is a bird song in the withered forest. I sit in the flowing time, savoring life and death, savoring the rhythm that Haizi didn't take away. Walking into autumn, like golden wheat waves in rice fields, is an infinite poem. Let all the girls who harvest joy become the brides in my poems. I will play the guitar and walk in the fields, hoping to see the face of the city. Sinking into the soil is a selfish escape, just like stepping into a sacred temple, but poetry will not die. Stop all growth. Villa and field are as opposite as happiness and joy.
5. Sentences describing autumn rice fields in my hometown 1. The rice is bare, green and golden. This is the trajectory that all life follows, and human beings are no exception.
2. The rice ripens day by day, and the delicious rice is scattered in the air. 3. The ears of rice are arranged beautifully, especially when they are gathered in mountains or piled into the sea.
The mission of rice is not to pretend to be nature during its growth, but to nourish the rebirth of life. The posture of rice growing in the field is very beautiful.
Thin and long, graceful, it looks supple and smooth, showing a childlike demeanor. They have been standing and walking all their lives. Only when the wind blows, they bend their backs and then stand upright.
6. After the rice is harvested, it is like a tramp who is packing up his luggage and ready to leave. They stood quietly in the windy Yuan Ye and looked helplessly at the land that once provided them with nutrition.
7. Rice is transformed into a substance called rice, and air generally nourishes human beings and their long history. 8. At the moment when rice was ground into white rice, countless new lives really came into our lives.
9. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. Seems to be a modest model of successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All these are magical canvases-nature, carefully using lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments. 10, the village does not move, the rice is moving, and the bright rice supports the home with leaves and colors.
Standing on the river bank at the head of the village, the sky is as green as a big fire burning in the countryside. 1 1. From the day when the rice was planted in the field, more than four months of wind, frost and rain, and more than one hundred days of blue sky and white clouds made the rice grow into a slim virgin.
Only in the autumn sunshine do they bow their heads shyly. The inflated mind is as relaxed as lifting weights, and the diners are dressed shyly and affectionately.
12, the wind subverts the structure of rice and stirs the complex of rice. I stepped on the youth of rice all the way and walked slowly in the eyes of rice.
13, the green of hometown seedlings is a burning color. 14. In the paddy field where my mother moved, rows of green seedlings stood upright, neat and symmetrical, like a green carpet.
15, in the field in autumn. The rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold.
In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse. 16, upward and growing in the direction of the sun is their endless pursuit.
17, a grain of rice is the shade that rice gives to human beings; A grain of rice is warm and shiny; A grain of rice nourishes human body and soul.