The flowers and plants on the roadside fell asleep quietly under the touch of the slow evening breeze; The willows beside the canal put their tall hair in a bun, took off beautiful butterfly knots, leaned over and let their long hair hang in the gurgling water, quietly combing it; The naughty river no longer jumps, but lies quietly, as if it were a mirror for everything.
The fields in the distance are endless. The green wheat seedlings fluttered gently in the sunset, like a big green carpet, which made people seem to see the rolling wheat waves. The sunset has been reluctant to take back the last ray of sunshine. In a short time, there was a symphony of pots and pans in the kitchen of each household. People think that Qiu Jingtu is a farmhouse.
The night in my hometown is beautiful and quiet. Being in it, how can we not let people have infinite reverie?