(story)
In the afternoon, I walked slowly with a leisurely mood and accidentally saw a low hut. Behind the hut are green and straight bamboos and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly. The river looks sparkling in the sunlight. A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river. There are several beautiful lotus flowers on the stream, some of which are in full bloom; Some are in bud; Everything else seems to be put down. White transparent powder,
Pink, like a shy girl with a veil. There are clumps of green grass beside the stream, which grow very luxuriantly. It is more beautiful and lovely against the backdrop of streams and lotus flowers.
There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. From their red faces, we can see that they are all a little drunk. They are together, talking intimately in Wu dialect, and the second son next to them puts in a few words from time to time!
The old couple's eldest son is desperately weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream. How hard he works! The second son is not idle, and is carefully weaving a chicken coop with bamboo and grass, very focused. The youngest son, who is not yet an adult, knows nothing. He could only lie on the side of the stream and tease the fish naughtily, peeling the lotus while eating and shaking his feet. Really cute!
What a happy family! I was deeply intoxicated, just standing there, unwilling to leave for a long time …
Country House (Rewrite)
It's a sunny morning. Green land, warm sun, green willows and red flowers are spring scenery everywhere.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. On the eaves, a pair of birds are singing a beautiful Haruka, with a voice as clear as a silver bell.
In the room, Gao Ding, a poet who had just been immersed in a beautiful dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already dawn. So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up. The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of bloom in the warm spring. He couldn't help but open his arms and close his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he himself were in it. At this time, in the face of such a beautiful spring, Gao Ding immediately sprouted the idea of sketching.
After cleaning up, Gao Ding packed his bags and set off.
Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him. The gentle wind blew on his face, and the fragrant flowers made him more interested. Come to a clearing not far from the river bank, Gao Ding stopped. "This is really a treasure house of painting!" While talking to himself excitedly, he happily took out his tools and devoted himself to painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Green grass flourishes in the sun; Crowds of orioles chase and play happily in the sky. The willows on the shore can't help swinging their soft branches and dancing with the rhythm of spring. At this time, a warm east wind blew, blowing laughter and a group of lively figures. It turns out that children learn early today, and everyone unanimously decided to fly kites in the east wind. "Fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky. At the moment, children are like the spirits of spring, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze. ...
Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, and couldn't help but be poetic and wrote in the painting-
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.