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In midsummer, it is near early autumn. Xin Qiji, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, was hit by the proposal school, but his ambition could not be extended. He had to retire to the mountains and live in Shangrao District, Jiangxi Province.
One day at noon, Xin Qiji had a good lunch and went out for a walk. The warm sunshine shone on him and he felt very comfortable. Xin Qiji sat on the lawn under a big tree, squinting at the surrounding scenery.
I see a thatched cottage in the distance. The eaves of thatched cottages are so low that people can only bend down and walk in. In front of the thatched cottage, there is a clear stream. This stream is so clear that even the pebbles under it can be clearly seen. From time to time, several small fish are playing at the bottom of the river. The brook is full of pink lotus flowers, like a shy girl. The stream is covered with green grass, blown by the breeze.
The eldest son is hardworking and weeding with a hoe in the bean field in Xidong. The second child is sitting beside the hut, knitting the chicken coop skillfully. The favorite little son is very naughty, peeling his head and lying by the stream to eat!
Xin Qiji saw deeply touched, then made a word:
The thatched roof of a thatched cottage is low and small.
The stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk and charming
Who are the parents of the white-haired old man?
To the east of the stream, their eldest son is weeding.
The second son is busy knitting a chicken coop.
Favorite rogue child
Xi Touwobao Peng Lian
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!