The composition of rural life I yearn for begins with poetry.

Country life is what I always yearn for. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, country life is always so unique.

Whenever spring comes, a bud will stick its head out of the soil, open its sleepy eyes and say hello to the new day. Everything in front of the house is revived, flowers are blooming, impatiens are blooming, Chinese rose is blooming, azaleas are blooming, and beautiful flowers are showing their postures in the field in front of the house. After a spring rain, the bamboo shoots behind the house also emerged from the soil, and the rural life in spring is really beautiful.

In a blink of an eye, summer has arrived. On summer nights, country people will move desks and chairs to the door and eat in a vast space. In a large meadow in front of the house, several children are playing and catching fireflies. The dense bamboo forest behind the house exudes coolness, which makes people feel that they have to go. The cicadas in the tree are singing cheerful songs, and the summer night is so interesting.

The heat of summer brings the coolness of autumn, the golden rice shyly lowers its head, and the beans in the beans regularly shake small bells, as if urging the owner to harvest quickly and return to the warehouse. The front of the house is red, and the maple leaves on the maple tree are burning like a raging fire. Behind the house, at first glance, farmers are picking fruits in the orchard. Country life in autumn is so colorful.

Even in winter, country life is just as unique. The trees took off their coats and stood there naked, enduring the cold winter. In front of the house, the children are playing with snow, and it has been snowing. Children's bodies and hair were covered with naughty snowflakes and turned into snowmen. There are countless plum blossoms in the trees behind the house, white as jade, yellow as gold and red as fat. This is a unique scenery in winter.

This is the country life I have been longing for.