A composition about experiencing life with my father.

That day, my father and I set foot on the road to the countryside by starlight and morning dew. After sitting for nearly 1 hour, the black curtain dotted with silver stars has been pulled down and replaced by the rising sun and the flag cloud under the mountain peak. 10 around 7 o'clock, we went to our hometown Nanmu Garden by bus. After getting off the bus, my father's big pine tree and the black tile house under the tree seemed close at hand. I felt very happy after walking on the mountain road for a while. The hot sweat on my face has already been brushed away by the slight fog in the mountains. The melancholy, troubles and noise of the city in my heart have been washed away by Qingshan and Qingxi. On the way, because I was thirsty, I took a sip of mountain spring water, which was cold and sweet and watered my thirsty heart. It is this bitter and sweet water that raised my father and the Yao family who grew up here for generations. When I came to my hometown, my father was filled with emotion. Pine trees, old houses, green hills, green water and red azaleas on the hill behind the house constitute a beautiful early summer scenery. When we moved into the city, my father's old house was occupied by my uncle in the village. They warmly received us and had breakfast together, which I had never tasted before. After dinner, I can't wait to rush to the mountain in front of my house. There are red and colorful wildflowers, bees, butterflies and moths in the forest. There are countless ants living in the small heatable adobe sleeping platform. Let's get together and have a look. Wow! So busy! Small ant society is slow, but each has a clear division of labor; The spring water flowing down from the mountain is crisp, and the clear water flows through the bamboo forest, nourishing every green bamboo and exquisite bamboo shoots. Holding a stream on your face, your red and hot cheeks are very refreshing. I continued to walk up the hill. Several stone pillars have become children's "amusement parks", and there is a cave behind them. The cave is very shallow, only forty or fifty meters deep. There is a river in the cave. Water flows down from the top of the cave. There are frogs, small fish and fat bamboo fish in the water. No one here disturbs blue frogs and transparent fish, silver bamboo fish, soft moss, lichens and cold orchids. All this is so wonderful that people's mood is sublimated. I played until dusk, and when the sun went down, I reluctantly left the cave. Dinner is sweet potato Kato fruits and vegetables and milk just squeezed from cattle. It's not rich, but it tastes good. Some little yellow dogs are coming. I picked up the smallest paparazzi and touched its yellow hair. I saw a trace of fear in its childish eyes. I put it down, stood up from the cane chair and looked at the mountains outside. Pine trees and bamboo seem to be singing in the cool evening breeze. Look at Jinsong. It's really dusk. At night, I slept in the yard, covered with a quilt, listening to natural symphonies, the sounds of insects, frogs and wild birds. Very happy, because I was too tired during the day and fell asleep early at night. The next morning, my uncle and I went to the field to help weed. This seemingly simple thing, I didn't do it at first, because I couldn't tell barnyard grass from seedlings, so I pulled out a few plants at random and got mud all over my face. My father and uncle both laughed when they saw it. My uncle is more knowledgeable in agriculture. He picked up the barnyard grass that had just been pulled out of the ground and explained their differences carefully. He said barnyard grass is hairless and flat, and its root system is more developed than that of Ye Ziqing. It grows with the seedlings, the fertilizer will be taken away by it, and the crops will be affected because of poor growth. My uncle's family planted six acres of paddy fields, and it took us two whole days to plant them. I feel very tired, but I still stick to my roots. What makes me happiest is hanging frogs. My uncle's son and I first dug up some earthworms, caught some insects, put them in mineral water bottles, strung them together with ropes like him, tied them into a small ball and tied them to a bamboo pole about 1.5 cm long. When we come to the river, we first put the bait (earthworm) somewhere, and then shake it with our hands to make it jump up and down or drag it to attract frogs. When it felt heavy in our hands, a frog hung on it. When I was happy, the frog ran away. My uncle's son told me to put the dangling frog into a net bag or cloth bag to prevent it from escaping. All morning, I only hung a few frogs, and then all of them were released. There are many wild fruits that can be picked in my hometown in summer. There are thorn pears and thorn pears along the river. Rosa roxburghii has high medicinal value and is known as "the king of vitamin C". There are also delicious thorns; There are wild grapes, kiwis and chestnuts in the mountains. A week later, I returned home and recalled that my time in the countryside was beautiful and soothing, simple and heavy. The countryside has taught me a lot, and its simple and sincere spirit will always be engraved in my heart.