Out of the house, the boundary is still green and beautiful, and the neighbor's whip bamboo shoots come over the wall. Fifteen, butterflies both enter cauliflower, and there is no guest for a long time.
The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea. Twenty-four blackbirds have been thrown into the forest, but few people have visited them. The smoke from the former mountain has gone to Chai Fei.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. On the 3rd1day (summer), the children in the village are the masters.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. Thirty-five years ago, diamonds were hard to pick, plowed and hoed, blood was flowing, and ghosts were doing it.
I can't afford to grow water in the field, and the lake has recently collected rent. At night, thirty-eight Zhumen were full of joy, and at dusk, Tian She was silent.
Men can understand cows, women can knit, and there is no need to invite Dufu River stars. Forty-four new fields have been built, with mud-leveling mirrors, and every family cultivates rice to clear the frost.
Laughter thundered and flail rang all night. Forty-five charterers are fully loaded and ready to open the warehouse, and the grains are as white as pearls.
If you lose in two minutes, you will still win. 58 of them rented white paper to urge them to come to the countryside next to Soap Clothes in the afternoon.
"Mr. Wang's mind is so thirsty in winter that he begs you for green money to buy wine." Summer village is full of plum, apricot and fat, and wheat and cabbage are thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly In winter, the countryside is very lively, the boat is idle to see the snow-capped mountains, and the wind at night will get colder and colder.
Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice.
The country stream and the gurgling sound of running water turned into cheerful songs, which were written on fertile land. The stream is crystal clear, and you can see the sand and the cheerful fish at the bottom.
On the shore, rows of weeping willows are reflected in the water, forming a beautiful picture. In summer, friends' happy laughter rippled in the stream, and the stream also smiled. Although friends are soaked to the skin, they are reluctant to leave the stream.
The countryside in the field is still beautiful. Running to the path near the field, the beautiful scenery of the field will flood into our eyes.
Broccoli blossomed in the field, colorful, colorful, like many colorful elves, the wind blowing, colorful elves dancing happily, from a distance, like a colorful ocean, choppy. In autumn, the fields are full of harvest. The ears of rice are bent with laughter, the sorghum is red, the corn is covered with golden yarn and dancing in the field ... Look, the farmer's uncle is busy harvesting, and his face is still full of joy of harvest.
The night in the country is as soft as a lake and as weak as smoke. Moonlight fell from the sky like water and poured quietly on the farmhouse.