Write 368 words in the pastoral composition of the fourth grade of primary school

Perhaps it is because I have lived in the city since I was a child and have never enjoyed rural life, so I am really fascinated by rural life. I always fantasize about romantic and quiet rural life, and sometimes I even have the idea of settling in the countryside after I have done what I should do. By chance, I really realized the simple beauty of the countryside. It was an early summer night and I was standing on a country road. The air is so fresh, and there is a smell I have never smelled in the city-the fragrance of soil and the fragrance of crops. Ye Er is not to be outdone, but the trees are swaying with the breeze and dancing with the melody of the wind, giving people a very pleasant feeling, which is really not felt in the city. If the trees in the city are used to beautify the environment and set off the city, then the trees in the countryside are simply the masters of the spiritual earth. Although they are silent, they have an almost magical power. No matter how sad they are, they will gradually calm down when they see them. Crops are planted on both sides of the road. Although I don't know what they are, I can feel their fragrance, which is really natural and refreshing. If they can take part in the fragrance contest, I think any perfume in the world will taste worse than him. In this early summer, the crops show a vibrant scene, and the endless green is pleasing to the eye. The breeze blows, and the green dances with the melody of the wind, forming waves of green waves. Although he is not as magnificent as the waves in the sea, he is more beautiful and romantic than the waves in the sea. Imagine how romantic it would be if two lovers met, snuggled up in the green waves and said their love for each other. I think this atmosphere is definitely a hundred times better than the coffee shop in the city. An old man is coming towards me in the distance. He is so carefree, followed by a donkey. In the setting sun, the old man looks very peaceful. Donkeys are not bound by reins, but completely free to enjoy the tranquility of country life. This kind of scene actually fascinates me. I thought it was so beautiful at that time, just like a rural landscape painting. The old man walked past me and asked me, "What are you looking at, young man?" I was shocked and then replied, "oh, grandpa, I didn't see anything." I just feel tired. I am here to rest. " The old man is very talkative, and then we sit in the field and chat. Although the old man's words are simple, they give me a feeling of home. You know, in the city, although the building is very high and the road is very wide, there seems to be less affection between people. We live a fast-paced life in the city. Busy commuting, crowded buses and socializing every day. In ..............................................................................................................................................., I have to live not only for myself, but also for others. There are some things that I really want to do, but I have to give up because of other people's opinions. I want to say something, but considering the impact on myself, I can only hold it in my stomach. Here, I can completely put aside all interests and workplace rhetoric and be a true self. That feeling is really cool. The sun went down and smoke rose in the distance. This scene is really beautiful. It is much more beautiful than the parks in our city. Because the scene here is full of spirituality. I once told a friend that the life I yearn for most is country life. I told him that I hope to build a log cabin in the country one day, with half an acre of fertile land, which will be made at sunrise and returned at sunset. Stay away from the noise and intrigue of the city, enjoy the tranquility and serenity of the countryside and be yourself. Then write some poems when you are happy, maybe you can become the most accomplished pastoral poet after Tao Yuanming. Speaking of poetry, I think of an idyllic poem by Meng Haoran: "Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back in chrysanthemum time. " This poem is really beautiful. I think if I live in the countryside one day, I sincerely hope that my friends can visit me in the countryside, and I will also entertain you with the simplicity, simplicity, enthusiasm and romance unique to the countryside. Hehe hehe. Maybe at that time, Meng Haoran's scene of "crossing the old village" can be reproduced. I want to write such a story. When I was a child, interesting stories always churned in my mind. For example, I was afraid that I would forget me at that time and play them side by side, becoming clearer and clearer. But memories are always just memories. Although I don't need to exaggerate those old things, I have already hung people's appetite, but I am afraid that when I was young, I often couldn't remember what it was like at that time. Therefore, writing such a small autobiography requires the guidance of old photos. Since the age of 0? But what can I think at that time? Just like exploring the bottom sand by hand in potential seawater, I kept chasing the earliest memory, but it was also three years old. As for the situation before I was three years old, my parents have their own set of statements, but most of them are suspected of hype. Hehe, I just heard that I was particularly clean and drooling, so I was convinced. In short, before I was three years old, I was no different from my domestic cats and dogs. I am proud of the name of my autobiography-my country life, because my childhood was really in the country. Even if I moved to the city later, what was the difference between the city and the country at that time? Besides, in the suburbs of the city, you can see wheat fields everywhere. I must have been interacting with all kinds of bugs and sweet stalks. Of course, there is another most important reason that has strengthened my desire to write such an autobiography. My Country Life is an autobiography written by Fu Xiang. He was born in 1972, one year older than me. It's also a mouse. This autobiography, which has been pushed to the 50% discount area by many newer and more famous writers, has made me a treasure, so Fu Xiang has become my latest idol, and I am willing to try my best to imitate him. In the words of Sunbird (written by Yu Xiu), I tried my best to feed myself as a relatively perfect individual before the plasticity disappeared. I just think so.