Excerpts from Good Words and Sentences in Rural Scenery 1 Excerpts from Good Words:
Chickens and dogs hear each other before and after melons, beans and melons. Chickens and ducks are everywhere in the yard. The countryside is beautiful, the soil is fertile, the water is beautiful, the life is quiet and the houses are scattered.
The scenery is beautiful. Every family crows. The Samma Canal is intensively cultivated. Slash-and-burn slash-and-burn slash-and-burn weeds are mixed
The scenery in barren areas is charming, beautiful and quiet, and new green buildings crisscross the terraces. At first glance, the seedlings are thriving and the rice is blooming.
Golden wheat waves, boundless wheat waves, rolling rice waves, rolling valleys, a bumper harvest is in sight, six livestock are thriving, beef brisket is plump, Ma Zhuang people cheer, horses neigh, and there is no one there.
Abandoned wild shops are desolate, dilapidated, dilapidated, backcountry, narrow paths, muddy sludge, muddy water, dilapidated and desolate mountain villages, and desolate scenery.
The dusty land is barren. The barren land is vast and sparsely populated.
Excerpts from excellent sentences and paragraphs:
Uneasy wild mushrooms, unable to bear loneliness, quietly leaned out of the mountain soil, and at that time there were special delicacies on the table, and some were brought to the city from the mountains, so there were more family ties in the country on the table in the city.
Not far away, rows of houses are holding green crops, and the white clouds on that day are crowned overhead, forming a dynamic picture.
The pond is quiet. What is quieter is the water in the pond. Fish's heart is always transparent, floating up and sinking down. Lotus root sticks its roots into the mud, trying to get close to the secrets deep in the earth through some necessary turning points.
The footprints of the old cow are printed on the paper on the earth, just like flowers, which bloom brilliantly in spring; Rusty plowshare rubs itself in the soil in the field, and the earth becomes dignified and vague in poetry, with an empty echo.
Strolling on the path between rural neighbors, the hard work of farmers in the fields, the family happiness under the wisteria in front of the door, the warmth of chatting between villages, the leisurely fishing by the pond, not deeply moved by the quiet life in spring, could not help but bow their heads and raise their eyebrows and laugh out loud.
In the field, the rice fields are peacefully absorbing the new rain the night before, and the growing corn seedlings are exercising their gradually thick waist in the sun and wind. All kinds of fruits, hidden in the branches and leaves, look at the countryside with a smile.
I saw the muddy past under the poplar trees, and the wicker held by the shepherd boy on the back of the cow at dusk played a peaceful and fulfilling scene on the country road. The leisurely tail of the old buffalo gradually drove the sunset down the mountain.
Large tracts of wheat fields on both sides of country roads, with seasonal brushes, paint themselves vibrant green. The land under his feet, like a silent poet, is quietly brewing inner feelings, and at a certain moment, generate came out and dedicated a mature chapter to nature.
There is no rich and elegant peony in the countryside, no white and plain magnolia, roadside and ridge, surrounded by unknown flowers or scattered, and every long and short meridian and petal, large and small, contains a shy complex.
The winding path in the country is endless, and people can't help but expect to meet you unexpectedly at that corner, with constant surprises. The lush poplars on the roadside stand proudly, stretching their solid arms and trying to touch the clothes of the clouds.
Sunlight hits the rural road through the cracks in the leaves, and the light and shadow are staggered. Dongfeng was drunk, and the stumbling steps broke this light and shadow into a plain poem.
Crisp birdsong awakens sleeping land and villages, cleans up the depression left by winter, decorates spring with flowers, and makes ink fresh and quiet.
In the distance, there was the sound of frogs nearby. Occasionally, unknown insects could not bear the loneliness and could not help but calm down. There is a faint fragrance floating in the air in the country, and everything in the country fields seems quiet and peaceful. Taking a leisurely walk in such an environment after dinner is a thorough and calm enjoyment and a pleasure of physical and mental release.
In the hot summer, when you come to the countryside, you will still see the hard-working farmers' uncles plowing and watering the land. Plants also straighten their backs to absorb nectar. Butterflies of various colors also flew over and danced beautifully.
Eating in the countryside is also very distinctive. Some people, because of their special geographical location and no terrace, often put a small part of the dishes in a bowl and then take a chair with a backrest woven with bamboo to the neighbor's terrace. While eating, they looked at the green hillside in the distance, inlaid with green farmland, and felt the warm breeze, which made them feel very comfortable. When the dishes in the bowl are finished, go to someone else's table, pick up some dishes, chat again, and then slowly walk to the terrace and eat generously.
The countryside is always beautiful. Walking on that street, the old thatched houses, orchards and vegetable fields of rural people all have a strong rural flavor. There will be some chickens and ducks in front of the village. Ducks flapping their wings and jumping into the river are sure to splash mud all over people around them. Chickens and cocks crow everywhere, with long necks; Hens either eat with chickens or cluck their eggs. When the host sprinkled millet, the chickens and ducks rushed to the front to grab food, without even knowing that the rice basin was knocked over.
Autumn is the harvest season. Golden millet turns up layers of waves under the wind; Sorghum also dyed her hair red; One after another, the champion of long jump, Doudou, also started the sports meeting, and one after another' jumped out' of the mother's arms. At this time, children will go to the fields with adults in donkey carts to help them harvest food.
In the distance, the farmer's uncle is working in the field. We went to the farmer friend's home along the winding path. I went to play with the children of some farmers' friends. We came to a pond with bamboo planted on both sides and watched a group of lovely ducks. A farmer is feeding some feed to ducks. He threw the food far away, and the ducklings swam there at once, scrambling to eat it. Then, we went to the place where chickens were raised. A hen and a group of chicks are catching insects on the grass to eat. A rooster walks around like a guardian who guards them. Well done!
Excerpts from pastoral scenery good words good sentences 2 good words:
Quiet, leisurely, quiet, quiet, wheat fragrance, mountains and rivers, bamboo hedge tiles, bamboo bushes, vertical and horizontal canals, field paths, rugged mountain roads, narrow paths, winding, cedar and bamboo, lakes and mountains, loess avenue, jungle shelter, fragrant rice, quiet Woods, bustling six animals, patchwork, Maolin Xiuzhu, Daoxiang intoxicating.
Good sentences:
The village in autumn is very beautiful. Looking out of the window in the morning, I saw terraced fields like colorful buildings, flaming sorghum holding up umbrellas, golden ears of rice shaking their heads, and dark green sticks grinning. ...
In the morning in the mountain village, there are strange beautiful scenery, and wisps of faint morning fog float in the blue sky like ribbons.
On the east and west sides of the village, there is a slowly flowing stream. If you stand on the top of a high mountain, it looks like two green ribbons tied around the waist of the village.
Smoke billowed in the kitchen above the village, as if a girl in white gauze was dancing in the sunset, graceful.
The small mountain village is hidden in the dense forest. From a distance, it looks like a jasper embedded in the valley.
There are many shiny haystacks in the yard, and chickens and dogs can be seen moving from time to time. The mild early winter sunshine shines on the village.
Feng Jia Courtyard is an ancient house. As soon as you enter the gate, you can smell rotten wood and moss.
The tiles on the roof are as dense as fish scales, and the Tianhe breach will not leak a drop of rain.
Standing halfway up the mountain and looking at the village, low huts, like small mushrooms drilled out of the ground after rain, are scattered in the mountains.
Every spring, the field is like a green carpet, lush and beautiful.
In the field, golden rape flowers and green wheat seedlings are mixed together to form a beautiful picture of spring, which is amazing.
At the foot of the mountain, layers of green terraces make the mountain look like a glass pagoda. The highest terrace on the mountain has 86 floors, which is really like climbing a ladder.