When we get into bed together in the morning, we can hear the sound of "Gollum, Gollum, Gollum". I don't know what it is, as if calling for a new day! I went to ask grandpa, who is a real countryman. He said, "Zhao Zheng, this animal is called Lao Mang Niu". Grandpa also told me that whenever you go near it and want to find it, it stops barking and you can't find it. Whenever you stay away from it, it will sing beautiful songs again.
At noon, we moved some tables, chairs, small benches, rice and vegetables to the shade. We all wolfed down. The birds in the tree stared at us with small black eyes, twittering like drooling! Our food is delicious and we have run out of food. I put a small grain of rice on the ground. After we left, the bird looked at us quietly, and I watched them carefully under a tree not far away. When the bird saw no one around, it flew quickly, picked up the grain and snatched the food. How harmonious man and nature are!
In the afternoon, we went to a place not far from home to take a bath. Grandpa, my little cousins and I took a bath in the water. The fish in the water is our natural teacher. They gently stroked our skin. We laughed and played. After washing, we bathed in the beautiful sunset and went home happily and clearly. The villagers and friends who accompanied him talked and laughed.
When we got home, grandma had cooked a delicious dinner. We children fought with each other and soon swept away all the food! After dinner, we enjoyed the cool under the tree. About an hour later, we went to bed at grandpa's command. Outside, crickets, frogs and occasionally dogs are barking. This wonderful country ensemble played a light music lullaby in the city, which made people fall asleep quickly after a hard day's work!
A new day is about to begin. I like country life!
2. Write a 450-word composition about rural life in the fourth grade.
My hometown is in the countryside, where the scenery is admirable and the life there is memorable.
scenery
In rural areas, autumn fields are the most beautiful and vibrant.
In the field, the mature rice is full and heavy, dancing with the wind, floating with attractive fragrance, tumbling with golden waves, falling on the field like brilliant rosy clouds; The rice stalks in Huang Chengcheng are bent by the ears of grain, but they still sway with the wind, as if singing a hymn to the golden fields. At this time, farmers who have worked hard for a long time have also shown the joy of harvest. I believe: people are happiest at this time!
life
People in rural areas have their own characteristics, although there are no colorful people in cities, and no people in cities are beautifully dressed.
As soon as you enter this country, you can see ducklings playing in the river. You can put your head in the water for food for a while, and you can swim around the shore for a while. It is really interesting! When I walked to the front of the house, I saw the short house at a glance. Although the house is short, it still has a charming green color. Why? Because every household in rural areas will plant melons, melons and vines climb up the eaves and look like a green ocean from a distance. People in rural areas have a habit very different from those in cities, because there is a large space in rural areas. Therefore, every family likes to eat in front of the door, three meals a day. Watching Xia Hong eat a simple breakfast in the morning; In the evening, eating delicious food, watching the sunset and listening to the birds singing are really pleasing to the eye! At night, the stars are all over the sky, blinking. So rural children like to lean against the corner and count the little stars in the breeze. They also like to catch slugs in the fields by moonlight and fall asleep with their mothers in the "lullaby" of birds.
Country, not rich but happy; The countryside is not magnificent, but it has a natural flavor.
In order to let me know about rural life, my mother decided to take me to my grandmother's house in Liu Heng during the May Day holiday and visit them.
Today, the weather is fine, and we happily came to Longshan, Liu Heng. Before he entered the house, he saw grandpa wearing a straw hat and working in the field with a hoe in his hand. The hot sun made his face red, and layers of sweat were on his forehead. Looking at grandpa's hard work, I also ran to the field curiously and asked him to teach me to farm, but once the hoe was in my hand, I wouldn't listen to it, and I didn't even dare to pick it up. "Alas, farming is really difficult! Even with a hoe. " Seeing that my hearing is so good, Grandpa patted me on the head and said, "Son, this is really a bit difficult for you city people. Let's go home. " Yes, I really want to see what their house is like, because in my imagination: Grandpa's house is short and the decoration inside is simple. However, when my grandfather led me into their house, I was shocked. I was shocked: the house was two floors, painted with red and yellow paint, with very bright colors, color TV, air conditioner, water heater and so on. As soon as I entered the yard, a puppy ran towards me, barking incessantly. It doesn't know that I am a guest of its owner. As soon as grandpa scolded him, he hid in frustration. In the yard, the chicken is following the hen for food, and the arrogant rooster is swaggering in the yard. Just as I was watching it rise, my grandmother suddenly called me, alas, the hen laid eggs. Grandma asked me to take this hot egg out of the henhouse. Although there is some feces on it, it tastes good. In order to reward the hen, grandma took a handful of rice to comfort her.
In the evening, smoke billowed from grandma's chimney, as if beautiful girls were dancing in the sunset glow in white.
4. Rural life composition 450 words Rural life is dull and interesting, interesting and fulfilling.
At dawn in the morning, several women went to the river to wash clothes with their clothes and washbasin, chatting while washing clothes. After washing clothes and going home, the family had already cooked the meal, so the family sat around the small table and had a good time. Although eating humble meals, everyone has a happy smile on his face. Pick up hoes and tools and get ready for work. This is what country people do after breakfast. When they leave, they will have to wait until there is only the last sunset in the sky before going home in the sunset. Country life can be boring. So they live day after day and year after year. I don't know how long this has been going on. Their life is like a "running account" and an old CD, which is played over and over again. ...
Country life is very interesting. After school, the children will come to a meadow in the forest. The grass is soft and elastic, covered with many colorful flowers, one here and one there, which adds a lot of vitality to this green grass. The children are playing here. Boys stumble, play football, erect dragonflies, girls jump rubber bands and play badminton. Jump with the password read by her friend, with rhythm; The posture of kicking shuttlecock is beautiful, and shuttlecock is like a blooming lotus. Seen from a distance, this is a colorful world.
Country life is very fulfilling. Although they are busy all day, at least they don't waste time and do nothing all day. They live a very full life.
It was just dawn, and the sun was just half exposed. Several women were talking and laughing from a distance ... a new day has begun, and a day in the country has begun again!
5. The composition of "Country Life" is 450 words. We happily came to Longshan, Liu Heng.
It's really difficult for you city people to see grandpa wearing a straw hat before entering the house from a distance. Let's go home. "Yes, oh, my grandmother suddenly called me:" Son, I decided to take me to my grandmother's house in Liu Heng during the May Day holiday, with all kinds of water heaters. "
As soon as I entered the yard, a puppy ran in front of me and barked. I didn't stay. The decoration inside is very simple, with yellow paint and bright colors. I stopped by to visit them, but as soon as I got my hoe, it turned out that the hen had laid eggs. Today, the weather is sunny.
In the yard, the chicken is following the hen for food, and the arrogant rooster is swaggering in the yard. Just when I saw the rise, grandma asked me to take this warm egg out of the henhouse. Although there is some feces on it, it tastes good.
But when grandpa led me into their house, I was working in the field with a hoe in my hand, and my face was flushed with the scorching sun. "Grandfather saw my hearing, so he patted me on the head affectionately and said, layers of fine sweat broke out on his forehead.
Watching grandpa work so hard! Even with a hoe, because in my imagination: grandpa's house is very short, I curiously ran to the field and asked grandpa to teach me how to farm, so it didn't know that I was a guest of its owner. As soon as grandpa scolded him, he hid to one side in frustration, disobeyed my orders, and even dared not pick it up. "Well, farming is difficult, mom. Let me know about country life.
In order to reward the hen, grandma gave me a surprise: the house has two floors and the outside is painted red. I really wanted to see what their home was like and took a handful of rice to comfort me. Good evening.
Country life composition 400 words Country life Last autumn, my mother took me to my hometown to visit my grandparents.
There, I really realized what country life is, and I still remember it until now! In the morning, I got up early and went out to play with my siblings. Birds stand on the branches and sing praises from time to time; Wildflowers and weeds can be seen everywhere. They sway in the autumn wind and look so lovely in the sun. Fish play in the water; The stream is flowing happily.
Did you have a good trip? In the blink of an eye, at noon, everyone's stomach began to sing "Empty City Plan". We are going home for dinner. On the way, we saw some people baking peanuts.
Seeing how delicious they ate, our mouths watered, so everyone began to plan a peanut baking operation. My sister and I steal peanuts and others steal straw. After preparing all the materials, we found an abandoned brick house as a barbecue place.
Build a stove with a few bricks first (not too complicated). Next, put some straws in it.
Next, put the peanuts in and cover the straw (just cover a little straw). Then wait for the straw to burn, cover it with black ash and eat it for 5 minutes.
When we eat our own cooking, we need not mention how proud we are. Unconsciously, evening arrived.
The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze and the homing birds are all so beautiful. Only a few shouts occasionally came from the distance.
The last sunset disappeared and the whole sky darkened. People have closed the door and entered a sweet dream. Everywhere is quiet, only a few birds occasionally call ... country life, you are so unforgettable, so touching.
7. Composition describing rural life 400 words There is no prosperity of the city, no prosperity of the city, and no high-rise buildings in the city, but the people here are hardworking and simple. This is the countryside.
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went to my hometown in the countryside to visit my grave. We went to my relative, Grandpa Black's house. Their house has a black tile roof, wooden benches and a backrest, which is different from others in the city. In ordinary villages, there is a small river in front of and behind their houses. There are also some trees planted by the river, and there are green trees and green mountains everywhere. They guard the clear river like sentries. After I finished my farmhouse meal, I felt that it tasted different from the food in the city. Farmhouse dishes are all grown by myself, which gives me a unique farmhouse flavor that I will never forget. Grandpa Hei said that the vegetables here have not been polluted by pesticides and fertilizers and are very healthy.
After that, I came to the country road. Walking on the road, you will see colorful flowers waving to you, and the charming fragrance will make you refreshed and feel better at once. I didn't go far before I came to the place where I raised livestock. Ducks are barking, chickens are barking, dogs are barking ... much better than the whistle in the city. The chicken flapped its wings as if it were waving to me. The dog wagged its tail. It is welcoming me. Ducks croak as if they were hungry. Hens sit on the "halo" like old women, incubating their eggs, while big cocks strut in front of the coop for fear that someone will steal their eggs; The mother duck and the duckling swim together in the river. They lined up in a "train" and swam around one after another, not to mention how cute they were. The pigs in the pigsty are really lazy. When a pig eats, its two big ears fan out like fans. It arched a few times in the trough and then fell lazily. Pigs just eat, sleep, eat ... When they go forward, the first thing they see is golden rice fields. A gust of wind blew, and a large piece of golden rice swayed and danced with the wind, which was beautiful. Some people are harvesting rice. They are harvesting tirelessly. ...
After enjoying the rural scenery, I heard the tinkling sound, which turned out to be a stream. This stream is called Xianggou. As the name implies, it is the sound of tinkling water. The water here is really "ringing water". The brook is playing the piano, ding-dong, ding-dong ... The water here is crystal clear. I saw many small crabs "bullying" in the water. We are in the bright sunshine. Every stone has a place where I can step on it without stepping into the water. Although this game seems boring to you, it is not like that when you play it. It will make you want to play after playing, and make you want to stop. ...
With the singing of birds, I reluctantly set foot on my way home, but this beautiful picture of country life has been echoing in my mind. ...
8. Write a composition about rural life in 400 words. There is no prosperity in the city, no prosperity in the city, and no high-rise buildings in the city, but the people here are hardworking and simple. This is the countryside. When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went to my hometown in the countryside to visit my grave. We went to my relative, Grandpa Black's house. Their house has a black tile roof, wooden benches and a backrest, which is different from others in the city. In ordinary villages, there is a small river in front of and behind their houses. There are also some trees planted by the river, and there are green trees and green mountains everywhere. They guard the clear river like sentries. After I finished my farmhouse meal, I felt that it tasted different from the food in the city. Farmhouse dishes are all grown by myself, which gives me a unique farmhouse flavor that I will never forget. Grandpa Hei said that the vegetables here have not been polluted by pesticides and fertilizers and are very healthy. After that, I came to the country road. Walking on the road, you will see colorful flowers waving to you on the roadside, and the charming fragrance will come to your face, and you will suddenly feel refreshed and relaxed. Like an old woman, the hen sits on the halo and hatches her eggs. Charming fragrance, walking on the path, playing the piano in the stream. This smell has made me forget for a long time. Ducks quack for fear that someone will steal their eggs. We are waving to me in the bright sunshine, so that you can't stop. ...
With the sound of birds singing, pigs just eat, sleep and eat ... then they go forward and dance beautifully, feeling that the taste of farm food is different from that of the city. The pigs in the pigsty are really lazy, which gives me a unique taste of farmers. Without pollution, I feel refreshed immediately. It will make you want to play after playing. A gust of wind blew, and the chickens were singing, that is, the sound of water was jingling and there was a backrest. Their front or back is different from others in the city and they are very healthy. Not far away, I came to the place where livestock were raised. There are no bustling cities here. I won't step into the water and take risks on the rocks. The dog is barking ... much better than the whistle in the city. Ding-dong ... The water here is crystal clear.
Then I came to the country road, under the warm breeze; The mother duck and duckling swim together in the river, as the name suggests. Grandpa Black told me that the vegetables here have not been treated with pesticides, and they look hungry, not to mention how cute they are, and there are no tall buildings in the city. They are simple, and they are tirelessly collecting them. ...
After enjoying the rural scenery, the chicken flapped its wings, and there was a place for me to step on every stone. There are still some people harvesting rice, which is not as busy as the city. We came to my relative Grandpa Black's house, and the rooster strutted up and down in front of the henhouse. The first thing that caught my eye was the golden rice fields. Hearing the tinkling sound, I was reluctant to go back. In the general countryside, their house has a black tile roof, but the people here are hardworking, the benches are made of wood, and the water here is really "loud", so when they fall lazily, there will always be a small river arching several times in the valley, guarding the clear river like a sentry. There are some trees planted by the river, although the game is boring for you; The dog wagged its tail. It turned out to be a stream. They lined up "trains" and swam around one after another. Ducks are barking. The stream is surrounded by trees and mountains, and a large piece of golden rice is swaying with the wind. When I finish my farmhouse meal, you will see colorful flowers waving to you by the roadside. I saw many small crabs "bullying" in the water. They are welcoming me. Farmhouse dishes are all planted by myself, and my mood is suddenly better. This stream is called Linglinggou. When a pig eats, its big ears flap like a fan, but it's not like that. This is the countryside.
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went to my hometown in the country to visit my grave.
9. It takes about 400 words to write a composition about rural life. I feel that the countryside is a fairyland of fairy tales.
It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as clear as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by sunshine, have grown seeds of hope. It may be an idyll in Tao Qian's poems, which tells the story of a fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely.
It's just a village in poetry. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth.
Looking from a distance, the swaying figure on the earth is tired of its heart in the morning and evening, in spring and autumn. He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations.
When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field. When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He can't see hope and gain, and his confused eyes are dry and empty.
They are sometimes happy, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. Full particles are like gems, and the corners of the eyes smile like crescent moons.
What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life. Faced with such a picture, will such a country let us down? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty.
Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, we should pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and sympathy. Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China.
When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope for life with sweat and blood? With the most humble attitude, we can see that China has become an eternal farmer in history, and let us feel the countryside with our heart! Feel the countryside.
For those children in the city, it seems very, very difficult to understand the meaning of these two words, because they have never been there or experienced it personally. It seems more difficult to feel the countryside.
"Village" for those children in rural areas, because they live in it every day, they will certainly have a profound and many feelings about its significance. However, it seems that it is still difficult to express its meaning accurately and clearly! In different people's minds, there must be different, their ideal beautiful countryside, and what is my ideal beautiful countryside? In my mind, the countryside is neither prosperous nor noisy between cities, and it also has Tao Yuanming's complacent temperament of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"
There is no polluted and turbid air in cities in rural areas, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. As for the bustling big cities, only the stench from chemical plants, the dark blue sky of the stars and the moon can't be seen clearly because of the bright lights of skyscrapers, there is no quiet life like sunrise in the countryside, and there is no delicate and gentle scenery in the countryside. Therefore, I think that the countryside is naturally more beautiful than the city.
Although the rural land will be more barren, can't it be changed with both hands? Some people think that the rural style, like the character of the northeast man, is rough and bold. Isn't the winding mountains and flowing rivers the best portrayal of extensive rural areas? Actually, it is not. However, I think the rural customs are as delicate and feminine as the sweet and gentle Jiangnan women in the water town.
Don't shake your head against it yet, and don't nod first. Just listen to what I 'm saying ! Didn't you see the trickle of that strange stone? Can't you see the willows swaying in the wind by the stream? Have you noticed that the fertile yellow land has given birth to countless Chinese children. Isn't the delicate trickle like a clever girl with delicate mind? Isn't the willow swaying in the wind like a girl, gentle and lovely, as if she had walked out of a faint ink painting? The yellow land that gave birth to countless Chinese children is the most like our selfless mother! Ladies and gentlemen, after listening to what I have said above, can you still say that there are no delicate and gentle women in the countryside, but only rough and bold northeast men? The countryside I feel has both the boldness of men and the gentleness of my daughter's family.
This is the country in my mind and the country I feel. This is our country. Pastoral air is fresh, pastoral sky is blue, pastoral scenery is unique, and pastoral will make you linger.
In the morning, fresh air and cool breeze will refresh you. Look! Birds are twittering in the morning songs, streams are flowing slowly, the sun shines warm sunshine on the countryside, willows are full of vitality, and birds are singing with relish. At noon, the weather was sultry, not as cool as in the morning, so cicadas sang "Know Know Know Know Know" in chorus ... In the morning, the birds were tired and slouched on the branches, and the willows bent down with fatigue. Children in the country jumped into the stream one by one, and the stream welcomed the children. They hugged them with water flowers, played water fights and water splashing balls, and their laughter and happy mood melted into the air, adding a little laughter to the sultry noon.
At dusk, a wisp of smoke comes from the top of the mountain in the distance, and there is still a trace of residual heat when the hand touches the ground, and there is a trace of warmth in the cool breeze. Looking at the sky, I saw that the crimson sunset glow had dyed half the sky red. The blue sky turned into a crimson skirt. Beautiful sunsets have different shapes. Two horses ran in the air and disappeared. Which magician dresses up the dusk so beautifully?