In the spring countryside, the attractive fragrance of grass rippled in the humid air; In the field, the fragrance of the earth wafts from time to time. Looking around, the eyes are full of bright green wheat seedlings, which extend to the distant horizon, and Xiaguang leaves its thoughts to the sky as well as the earth.
The spring breeze blows gently, and wheat waves appear 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 scroll slowly displayed in front of people. However, the beautiful scroll is decorated with colorful and dazzling pictures, but it is a clever fusion of people who have worked for a day and nature.
At dusk, people who have worked hard for a day come back from work with joy. They are strolling along the country stalks with hoes on their shoulders, and their dark faces are flushed with the glow of the sunset. Everyone is talking and laughing, as if they have forgotten the fatigue of the day, and their figures are dragged for a long time by the afterglow of the sunset. The sun has set, but the sky is still bright.
The blue sky is sparsely dotted with a few faint white clouds, which reveal a trace of elegant beauty, as if small boats were floating on the blue sea. At this time, the white clouds have been covered with a golden coat by Xiaguang. The birds frolicking in the trees and the grass gradually quieted down, perhaps at dusk, and they returned to their nests to rest in peace.
Occasionally, some birds, frightened by something, drag their long cries across the sky and fly far away. When the setting sun brought home the last ray of glow, the world turned silver-gray.
The wisps of milky smoke and gray twilight blend together, just like covering the roof, walls, trees and fields with a veil. At this moment, the countryside has also become looming, hazy and magical. However, the river outside the village is still clear and bright, the river flows quietly in a whirl, and the reflection of trees is reflected in the water! Occasionally, some fish come out of the water, breathe the air of nature, and then plunge into the water. The frolicking of the fish makes ripples on the calm water surface, and the shadows of those trees are like snakes bending and crawling in the water.
As time goes by, after a while, the ripples slowly disappear and calm again, and the reflection of the trees in the water is still clear and visible. As night falls, the countryside, fields, trees and rivers are gradually blurred.
Occasionally, children's noise came from the countryside, but it soon disappeared. Gradually, everything was shrouded in the diffuse night. Wow, what a quiet and elegant rural scenery! That poetic dusk is fascinating and makes people calm in the beauty of nature. 2. the beginning and end of writing a composition on rural pastoral scenery
The last ray of the most beautiful and beautiful setting sun has set foot on the long journey home.
The farm life at this time is exactly the kind of warm and friendly home that we yearn for most, the kind of comfortable and warm home that farmers feel when they come back from work. This kind of life can only be found here. I don't know how many spring, autumn and autumn, and how many days and nights, it still slips down one by one in a hurry and still stretches out one by one, whether it is flowering or withering.
It seems that this place has been isolated for many years, and years of forgetting always seek a soil with a clean mind, fill your belly when you are hungry, and come and go freely when you are happy. I don't know how many years have passed, but the steps of the clock are so long and go forever, just staying forever for several years. For several years, I just sought this stable and happy farm life, which made people here feel the truth of life and the persistence of their hearts.
The animals here love the life of standing outside the door in groups in the evening enjoying the radiant light, and the people here prefer the life of stepping on the last ray of sunshine to seek happiness after dinner. The heart is wandering, but the blood is splashing here? Let beautiful life penetrate life, and everything will be more magnificent and beautiful here? The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields, and the roadside is paved with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs follows the winding dirt road and leads to the distant virgin forest. Tibetan diaojiao buildings are scattered along the roadside. In the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea, cattle and sheep are hidden from time to time ... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval local meaning.
Huanglong township government is located in a small market town in a mountainous area, which is quite distinctive. The main Lao people in the township are Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in housing construction, diet and so on, but their daily life customs still maintain the habits of the Han people and form a unique folk customs.
If visitors visit local farmers, they will usually be warmly treated, taste butter tea, drink a bowl of green tree wine, and then ride on their master's burly horse to visit the mountain pasture, so that they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here. Tens of thousands of acres of pear blossoms and hundreds of thousands of acres of golden cauliflower make Pengzhou countryside colorful and colorful, which constitutes the charming western Sichuan style of Pengzhou.
Recently, the first rural flower viewing festival in Pengzhou in 26 with the theme of rural tourism in China was held in Gexianshan Town and hongyan town. The Garden Flower Festival is hosted by Pengzhou Municipal People's Government, undertaken by Gexianshan Town and hongyan town Municipal People's Government, and will last from March 18th to May.
On the opening day, tens of thousands of citizens in Xiyu Park in Gexian Mountain and Lihuaping in Hongyan enjoyed the flowers in the shallow hills, and participated in the opening ceremony of the first rural flower viewing festival in Pengzhou in 26 with the theme of "China country tour". Ao Yuming, Deputy Secretary-General of Sichuan Provincial People's Government, announced the opening of the Garden Flower Festival.
Walking along the country road, watching patches of cauliflower, pear flower and peach blossom, and experiencing the simplicity and nature of the country, with a cup of tea and a cool mind, the country in March is a unique picture. Small rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around endless green fields, and in the distance, there are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and moving pastoral scenery! Past ancient windmills, the leaves of windmills turn against the wind like open wings, forming a unique scenery with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world! Pairs of colorful, exquisite and gorgeous wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! There are gorgeous tulips that have attracted countless lovers ... In the season when tulips are fragrant, the smiles of charming girls are as fragrant as flowers ... Huanglong township government is located in a small market town in a mountainous area, which is quite distinctive.
The main Lao people in the township are Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in housing construction, food and so on, but their daily life customs still maintain the habits of the Han people and form a unique folk customs. Visitors who visit local farmhouses are usually warmly treated, tasting butter tea, drinking a bowl of green tree wine, and then riding on their master's horse to visit the mountain pasture, so that they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here.
By the faint lake, windmills, green grass, and small houses, what a pleasant tulip field, full of fragrance, and windmills turn leisurely! Is this a dream? Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting! Green is everywhere, and even the air smells of grass. The green is amazing, and the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... The rain is delicate, gentle, silent and even colorless from the sky. Lightly touching the square inch of land, Momo loves all living things on the land.
Looking across the wet, through the transparency of the glass, I began to look for the trail of the rain, trying to catch its lithe figure. However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and the flying dance can never fall into the eye.
But this can't stop me from feeling about it. Being out of sight doesn't mean that my mind is out of reach. I know that it is what I look like in my heart at this moment. It is flying down the clear grain in Sihai to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to the other low corner of the leaves, from glittering and translucent to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song.
isn't this journey just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight? The rain came to the world from the sky in a delicate, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Lightly touching the square inch of land, Momo loves all living things on the land.
Looking across the wet, through the transparency of the glass, I began to look for the trail of the rain, trying to catch its lithe figure. However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and the flying dance can never fall into the eye.
But this can't stop me from feeling about it. Being out of sight doesn't mean that my mind is out of reach. I know that it is what I look like in my heart at this moment. It is flying down the clear grain in Sihai to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to the other low corner of the leaves, from glittering and translucent to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song.
isn't this journey just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight? Smart is the other side. How can such a light rain not make people feel excited? How not to let people stare at the window? When the rain is misty and gray, the dry movement in the deep heart is safely silent.
it's like the original messy house building in the sun. 3. at the beginning of the article describing the rural scenery
1. In the early morning, the red sun rose from the east, covering the turquoise mountains with a golden scarf, and the pink azaleas quietly unfolded their beautiful smiling faces. The heroic rooster shrugged its colorful tail, stood in the yard, raised his head and sang to the sky: "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" People who hear the familiar "alarm clock" sound get up at once and start working. When the owner released the hen from the henhouse, a group of chickens followed behind the hen. The hen cooed and the chickens chirped, which was really cute. As long as a stranger comes, the puppy barks, and the master adds some food to the big pigs, and the big pigs grunt, as if to say, "Thank you, master."
2. I like the country. Perhaps it is the kind of comfortable and leisurely life that attracts me! However, I prefer the scenery in that country.
In rural fields, you can see either yellow or green, and yellow is a vast wheat field. In spring, they are green, a bit like lovely grass, and like wearing bright green clothes; In summer, the wheat field changed into dazzling light yellow new clothes; Every straw has a plump ear, which is very cute. Then the green color is on the vegetables. You see: cabbage, radish, potato, rape, corn … they are all in front of your eyes. There is also a scarecrow in the middle of the field to scare the birds that steal food.
Related poems are:
Poems describing rural scenery
1. Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is rare. (Fan Chengda Song)
2. In the daytime, the children of the village are in charge of their own affairs. (Fan Chengda)
3. Don't laugh at the muddy wine in the farmhouse, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years. (Lu you)
4. we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. (Meng Haoran)
5. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. Tao Yuanming
6. When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. Wang Wei
7. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which is the prophet of duck warming in Chunjiang. Su Shi
8. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Zhao Shixiu
9. The rice and the beam are fat under the Ehu Mountain, and the porpoise and the chicken fly half-hidden. Wang Jia
1. Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the buckwheat blooms like snow in the moonlight. Bai Juyi
is for your reference, and I hope it will help. 4. The composition about the countryside begins with
The third grade of rural beauty | Writing scenery | 335 words. The countryside is a beautiful picture, which makes me never tire of seeing it.
charming countryside, with a blue sky. The white clouds in the sky are in various shapes, turning into a white horse with four hooves, a lively and lovely little white rabbit, and a fierce tiger ... Grandfather Sun looked at these naughty and lovely animals and couldn't help laughing, emitting brilliant light towards the earth.
There are houses in the distance. These houses are very distinctive. The walls are spotless. There are many colors on the roof, including red, yellow and blue ... The colorful houses dazzle me. There are also green trees on the grass, like handfuls of open umbrellas, which provide shade and rain protection for the people.
There are colorful flowers on the grass and bees are attracted! A breeze blew, and the grass seemed to be dancing to its heart's content! There is a winding path nearby, and there are green trees on both sides of the path, which are really like arrogant guards guarding beautiful villages. I am deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery of the countryside. I love the countryside and love this picturesque countryside. 5. composition on the theme of the countryside in ancient poetry
This summer vacation, my father and brother and I went to the countryside to play.
as soon as we got off the bus, we set foot on the mountain road to the farmhouse. The air in the mountains is pure, take a deep breath, breathe unimpeded, leave all your troubles behind and enjoy the grace given by nature.
Looking up at the sky, it is a clean blue. Looking around, it is a boundless terrace. Butterflies sleep lazily on the small white flowers of potatoes, and they have a faint fragrance and are slightly drunk in the warm wind. In this ripe season of Prunus armeniaca, the branches are covered with attractive yellow.
in the bright sunshine, it seems like a continuous picture scroll before our eyes. Although it is not a fairyland on earth, it is a good place for self-cultivation compared with the dirty air and noisy crowds in the city. There is no strong mechanical smell here.
Dad said to me meaningfully, "Look at these terraces, they are not naturally formed, but artificially leveled." Looking at the rows of terraced fields, an inexplicable respect arises spontaneously.
When we walk on the rugged mountain road, we can't help feeling a little scared, because the mountain and the ground are close to 9 degrees. In the difficult climb, I found that many farmers were carrying heavy burdens, but they were walking on the ground when they climbed the mountain.
I really don't understand. When I ask them, they just smile. Seeing this scene, I can't help but think: people in the city spend money to go to the gym, spend a lot of time exercising, and deliberately exercise and lose weight; Look at these farmers who are shuttling through the countryside, and exercise is casual.
When we arrived at the home of a farmer friend of Dad's, we were already exhausted. This farmer friend is over 6 years old, of medium build, and his face is covered with wrinkles.
His family treated us people from the city as rare guests and treated us warmly. Just when I wanted to have a rest, I was called by my brother to see the animals.
We have only seen sheep, pigs, mules, donkeys, etc. on TV before, and we are naturally excited to see them with our own eyes. Dad's friends also asked his grandson to lay down many apricots to entertain us and eat them in his mouth. Although they are not very sweet, we are very grateful for their simple and sincere actions.
during my few days in the country, I saw many things that I can't see in the city: