Chapter One: Rural Evening Prose The evening in the countryside is filled with a kind of beauty and tranquility, with green mountains and green waters, Yuan Ye farmhouse music, small bridges and flowing water, all of which are panoramic, like a charming picture unfolding slowly in front of people. Sunset is dotted with the sky and the earth, mountains, villages, fields and roads are all painted with faint blush, and even pine and cypress trees are inlaid with a layer of golden red bright edges. Suddenly, a touch of Xia Guang was painted on the tree at the top of the mountain, and the white clouds were painted with magnificent colors. If you wander among them, it seems as if you are wandering in a beautiful world like a soft bed.
This kind of comfort gives people a pleasant feeling, which directly reflects the deep beauty of nature.
A cool breeze swept, rolled up the dust on the ground, and sighed. The cool breeze in the evening is easy to remind people of the cold autumn wind, which brings people a little sadness. Nature has created an affectionate person, and it must be that nature itself is also sentimental, expressing its melancholy with bursts of cool breeze.
Although I have been to a big city and experienced strange peaks and wonders, I still feel that I belong to my hometown. It still often appears in my dreams. I often look at the direction of my distant hometown. I seem to smell the earth in my hometown. I seem to hear the familiar local accent and see the simple folks.
As the sun sets, Shan Ye is dyed golden.
In the evening, when the clouds in the west are swallowed up by the mountains in the west, tiny kitchen smoke slowly spreads over the village with the help of the tail wing of the night wind. Smoke of different lengths, some far and some near, flutters into lyric poems in the dark night at the beginning of dusk, conveying a quiet charm like the signal smoke of night arrival. Night came out of the chimney at dusk, and the opening ceremony in the evening in the countryside was interpreted like a romantic fairy tale. At the beginning of the night, the shouts of cattle and sheep entering the circle and the chirping of birds flapping their wings are intertwined, which is a cheerful folk music without choreography. I think rural people will really enjoy it, and there will be an opening song when the night comes! A touch of orange sunset is embedded in the light blue sky, and wisps of kitchen smoke are sent to the sky by the Buddha in the evening breeze. All kinds of wild flowers are accompanied by the cool evening breeze, emitting a refreshing fragrance.
In the evening, the sun reluctantly left the sky, and the beautiful moon sprinkled a piece of Yin Hui on the quiet land. The soft moonlight in the stream makes it more beautiful, and the little stars sing sweet songs.
The air is fresh in the evening, the sky is blue in the evening, and the scenery in the evening is unique. You will miss going back and forth at night.
In summer, when you go to the countryside, you will definitely see such paintings. ...
Look! The sun is setting. Yun also changed his clothes and put on a dahongpao to see the sun off!
Look! Every household emits plumes of kitchen smoke. The smoke in the kitchen is like a stick, and the returning birds are beating the notes. They played a beautiful symphony.
The farmer's uncle also got off work, carrying a hoe and walking home wearily. Chickens and ducks were also driven back to their nests by villagers with thin sticks.
Ding, Ding, school is over. One by one, the children ran home with bulging schoolbags. After a while, they came out. Flying kites in groups of three or five on the green grass. Look, how high the kites they fly! It's like hitting clouds floating in the sky. It's beautiful, it's fun! As the saying goes, children are busy flying kites by the east wind after school early. "You see, there are students catching crickets. They walked softly for fear of disturbing the crickets. They gently put their hands next to the crickets, wait for a while, and if the crickets don't move, put their hands closer and hold them. They even give their crickets a name!
When it's time for dinner, every household will bring tables, chairs and meals to the door, light mosquito-repellent incense and eat as much as they want. They don't need an electric fan to eat in summer, but rely on natural wind.
The sun sets slowly with the sun, and the moon climbs up quietly. The curtain of the night is about to open. The weavers are singing on the grass in front of their house: Weave-Weave-"This song is really nice. It sang a lullaby to people who had worked hard all day and made them fall asleep sweetly.
The natural scenery of the countryside and the folk customs of the countryside are painted together into a harmonious landscape painting. I like country nights.
Chapter III: Rural Evening News Prose Some people think that the countryside is narrow, some people think that the countryside is poor, and some people think that the countryside is leisurely … but I think the countryside is beautiful and warm. Speaking of which, I think of the sunset in my hometown, which is perfect.
That evening, I went to the ridge along the quiet path in the field, enjoying the quiet and beautiful scenery at dusk. Look into the distance, ah! What a beautiful painting caught my eye! The soft sunset hangs over this small village, just like a kind mother putting her child to sleep; Colorful rosy clouds are flying in the air like colored yarns woven by fairies.
Looking around, the smoke from the kitchen rises repeatedly over the village, just like a girl in white gauze dancing in the sunset. It's so colorful that people yearn for it ... There is a golden rice field in front of them, and the breeze blows gently, and the rice ears fall together, just like a golden ocean in the sunset. Just listen to "moo! Moo! " It turned out to be the cow's cry. A farmer is preparing to take two cows home. When I looked back, it seemed that the cows didn't want to go back, because the two cows were leaning their heads to the sunset over there! Probably reluctant to go!
As the sun sets, some mountains are dyed red, which looks like a red coat from a distance. The rice waves subsided, and the wind in the valley brought a little coolness. Gold gradually merged with black, and when it got dark, I was reluctant to go home. ...
In my hometown, there is no city traffic, no city lights, no city whistle. But it is so beautiful, so warm, so attractive, so poetic, so unforgettable.
Ah! Hometown! How much beauty you have brought to the farmers in the mountains and how much happiness you have brought to people, I can't forget you and can't bear to part with you. ...