Lead: The rural scenery has always been our yearning. The following are good words and sentences about describing rural scenery that I collected, hoping to help everyone. Excerpts from rural scenery 1
Excerpts from good words:
Guapeng Bean Rack Bean Rack Gua Rack In front of the house and behind the house, chickens and dogs heard about each other. Chickens and ducks swarmed all over the courtyard. The rural scenery was green and shady, the soil was fertile and the water was beautiful, and the quiet houses were scattered
The scenery was beautiful, and every household crowed and dogs barked, and the Sang Ma canal was deeply plowed and intensively cultivated, slash and burn, slash and burn, slash and burn, and weeds were mixed
The scenery in the Charming, beautiful, peaceful terraced fields are criss-crossed with new green buildings, and the seedlings are thriving as far as the eye can see. Rice blossoms are gratifying.
Golden wheat waves are boundless, wheat waves are rolling, rice waves are rolling in the valley, and a bumper harvest is in sight. Six animals are thriving, cattle and fat are in sight. Ma Zhuang people are happy and horses are deserted.
Abandoned villages and wild shops are desolate, ruined and desolate. Scenery
dusty land, barren land, vast land and sparse population
Excerpt from a good sentence and paragraph:
restless wild fungi, unable to resist loneliness, quietly poked their heads out of the mountain soil, and at once there was a special delicacy on the dining table, and some of them were brought to the city from the mountains, so the dining table in the city also had a deep affection for the countryside.
not far away, rows of houses are holding green crops, and the white clouds on that day are crowned on the top of their heads, forming a dynamic picture.
The pond is quiet, and what is quieter is the water in the pond. Fish's mind is always transparent, floating up and sinking down. The lotus root plunged its roots into the mud and tried to get close to the secrets in the depths of the earth through some necessary turning points.
The footprints of the old cow are printed on the paper on the earth, just like flowers, which bloom brightly in spring; Rusty plowshare, rubbing itself in the soil in the field, the earth becomes dignified in poetry, vaguely, with an empty echo.
Walking along the lanes in the country neighborhood, the hard work of the farmers in the field, the family happiness under the wisteria in front of the door, the warmth of chatting in the villages, and the leisure of fishing quietly by the pond, without being deeply moved by the peaceful life in this spring, I couldn't help but bow my eyebrows and laugh out loud.
In the field, the paddy field is peacefully absorbing the newly rained rain the night before, and the growing corn seedlings are exercising their gradually bulky waist in the sun and wind. All kinds of fruits, hidden in the branches and leaves, look at the countryside with smiles.
I saw the muddy past under the poplar tree. In the dusk, the wicker held by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was playing a peaceful and full scene on the country road. The old buffalo's leisurely tail gradually drove the sunset down the hill.
The wheat fields on both sides of the country road are holding seasonal brushes and painting themselves with vibrant green. The land under his feet, like a silent poet, is quietly brewing inner feelings, bursting out at a certain moment and dedicating a mature chapter to nature.
There are no rich and elegant peonies in the countryside, and there are no white and plain magnolia trees. Roadsides and ridges are covered with unknown flowers in clusters or sporadically. Every long and short meridian and petal, big and small, contains a shy complex.
There is no end to the winding path in the country, and people can't help but expect that there will be surprises bumping into you at that corner. The lush and lush poplars on the roadside stand proudly, stretching their solid arms and wanting to touch the clothes of the clouds.
The sunlight hits the road surface in the countryside through the cracks in the leaves. The light and shadow are interlaced, and the east wind is drunk, and the stumbling steps break this light and shadow into a flat poem.
The crisp birdsong awakens the sleeping land and villages, cleans up the depression left by the cold winter, and decorates the spring with flowers, which is fresh and quiet in ink and wash.
In the distance, there was a sound of frogs nearby, and occasionally unknown bugs couldn't bear to be lonely and mingled with them, so they could not help but calm down. There is a faint fragrance floating in the air in the country, and everything in the fields in the country seems quiet and peaceful. Walking leisurely in such an environment after dinner is a kind of complete and calm enjoyment, which is a kind of pleasure of physical and mental release.
In the hot summer, when you come to the countryside, you will still see the hardworking farmers' uncles ploughing and watering the fields. Plants also straightened their backs to absorb the sweet dew. Butterflies of various colors also flew over and danced beautifully.
Eating in the countryside is also very special. Because of the special geographical location, some people don't have a terrace, so they often put a small amount of vegetables in a bowl, and then take a chair with a backrest made of bamboo to the neighbor's terrace. While eating, they look at the green hills in the distance, inlaid with green farmland, and feel the warm breeze, which makes them feel very comfortable. If the dishes in the bowl are finished, they will go to someone else's table, pick up some dishes, chat again, and then slowly walk to the terrace and eat in a spacious way.
The countryside is always beautiful. Walking around that street, the ancient thatched houses, orchards and vegetable fields of rural people all have a strong rural flavor. In front of the village, there will be some chickens and ducks, more or less. Ducks flapping their wings and jumping into the river are sure to splash mud all over the people around them. Chickens, cocks are crowing everywhere, with long necks; Hens either feed with their chicks or cluck their eggs. When the owner sprinkled millet, both chickens and ducks rushed to the front to grab food, even without knowing that the rice basin had been knocked over.
autumn is a harvest season. The golden millet turned up layers of waves under the wind; Sorghum also dyed her hair red; One by one, the champions of long jump-the beans also started the sports meeting, and one by one' jumped out of the arms of the pod mother. At this time, children will go to the fields with adults in donkey carts to help them harvest food.
in the distance, the farmer's uncle is working in the field. We followed the winding path to the farmer's friend's house. I went to play with some children of farmers' friends. We came to a pond with bamboos planted on both sides to see a group of lovely ducks. A farmer was feeding the ducks with some feed. He threw the food far away, and the ducklings swam there at once and scrambled to eat it. Then, we went to the place where chickens were raised. A hen took a group of chickens to catch insects on the grass to eat. A rooster walked around like a guardian who guarded them. It was awesome! Excerpts from rural scenery good words and sentences 2
Good words:
Quiet, leisurely, quiet, quiet, fragrant wheat, mountains surrounded by water, bamboo hedgerows, green bamboo bushes, canals criss-crossing, field paths, rugged mountain roads, narrow paths, winding, cedars and bamboos, lakes and mountains, loess avenue, jungle shelter, fragrant rice, and fragrant smell.
Good sentence:
The village in autumn is beautiful. Looking out from the window in the morning, I saw terraced fields like colorful buildings, flaming sorghum holding up umbrellas, golden ears of rice shaking their heads, dark green sticks grinning ...
In the morning of the mountain village, there are strange beautiful scenery, and wisps of faint morning fog float like ribbons in the blue sky.
On the east and west sides of the village, there is a stream that flows slowly. If you stand on the top of a high mountain, it looks like two green ribbons tied around the waist of the village.
Smoke from kitchen chimneys rises in the sky of the small village, as if girls in white gauze are dancing and graceful under the setting sun.
the small mountain village is hidden in the dense forest, and from a distance, it looks like a jasper embedded in the valley.
There are many shiny haystacks in the yard, and chickens and dogs can be seen moving from time to time. The gentle early winter sun shines on the village.
Fengjia Courtyard is an ancient house. As soon as you enter the courtyard door, you can smell rotten wood and moss.
the tiles on the roof are as dense as fish scales, and the Tianhe breach will not leak any rain.
Standing halfway up the mountain and looking at the village, low huts, like small mushrooms drilled out of the ground after rain, are scattered in the mountains.
every spring, the fields are like a green carpet, lush and beautiful.
In the field, golden rape flowers are mixed with green wheat seedlings, forming a beautiful picture of spring, which makes people admire.
At the foot of the mountain, layers of green terraces make the mountain look like glass pagodas. The highest terrace on the mountain is 86 stories, which is really like climbing a ladder to the sky.