Elementary school prose describing the countryside: country night
At night in the country, although there is no colorful neon in the city, there is a kind of clarity that is difficult to see in the city. Although there is no noise and noise, you can hear happy frogs. Although there is no neon at night, there is a kind of sleeping silence in your dream. The night in the country, like a beautiful poem, is full of peace.
When the last pink sunset disappeared in the western hills, the old cows who came home at dusk hobbled along the rugged country road; When the smoke curled around the house, the man took off his hoe on his shoulder and his basket, surrounded by cooing chickens, ducks, geese and dogs; When the night gradually enveloped the mountains and rivers, the refreshing night wind wafted the simple fragrance of tea and rice, and the children shouted the laughter of their parents and adults.
The night wind dripped quietly from the eaves, the man shook the cattail leaf fan with bare arms, and the half-naked woman patted away the doll's fatigue. Occasionally, Nightcrawler's footsteps resounded through the night sky in the countryside. Woof woof woof? The barking of dogs broke the peace of the country. Whose child is crying again? The immature crying filled the whole village with vitality.
The curved moon shows a smiling face, the graceful moonlight shines on the village, the soft evening breeze brings refreshing flowers, the gurgling water is singing with the crickets, the crystal dew is like the stars in the sky, and the fireflies flying around are in pairs, making the village more crystal clear and hazy.
In the ethereal countryside, moonlight, night wind, barking of dogs, crying and whispering of grass are intertwined, and the simple and innocent countryside is filled with charming charm.
Primary school prose describing rural areas: pastoral scenery
Pastoral Scenery Pastoral Scenery Hongzhi Primary School has a class of four years. Lan tianyi? Two or three miles at a time, four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers. ? The rural scenery, no matter what time or season, is a unique and charming scenery, which makes people intoxicated and intoxicated. Rural people, although they live in humble homes, always like to grow vegetables and flowers in the fields. In spring, the fields are full of flowers. Let you revel in it, let you feel relaxed and happy, and don't want to leave for a long time. In spring, Yingchun opens her sleeping eyes; Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are also competing to open up, competing for beauty, like a fashion show. Some farmers are growing vegetables with hoes, while others are ploughing the land. How simple and hard that figure is, people can't help but think of the meaning of the poem weeding. Summer night in the country. Bright stars are hanging in the night sky, which is really important. People enjoy the cool in the yard, and children play around and catch fireflies. This is a quiet and pleasant scene. Chickens, how many should people in rural areas keep? Walking in front of and behind their house, there must be some chickens or chicks swaggering on the ground. Chickens are the clocks of rural people. When people fall asleep, it will crow on time, and its voice is particularly nice. Outside the yard, there is a big fence. Morning glory on the fence? Tick-tock, tick-tock plays the trumpet. It's beautiful and nice. ? The green hills are full of white rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. ? The beautiful rural scenery is intoxicating and intoxicating. Several times, I dreamed of singing loudly in its arms!
Primary school prose describing the countryside: attachment to rural roads
The country road is like a scattered skynet, covering endless fields and scattered villages; It is also like a long scroll, recording my joy, confusion, happiness and thoughts.
When I was a child, I liked the beauty and length of this path. Especially in spring, peach blossoms, green vegetables and wild flowers compete to open, and they are as red as chardonnay, as yellow as gold, and as white as clouds, one by one, layer by layer, sliding along the path to the horizon. Walking on the path at this time is really like sitting on a raft and swimming in the sea of flowers. It is refreshing and fascinating! Several fun big brothers and uncles flew kites during the day and installed more than a dozen wind chimes. The higher they play, the louder the bell rings and the farther it spreads. My little brothers and I helped to carry the rope along the path, which made us sweat all over, but no one let go. Play at night? Deng Yang? First, light a few straws to let the hot air blow up the paper stuck on the lamp, then light two rubber soles and stick them in the middle of the cross at the bottom of the lamp. When the hand is released, the Ran Ran of the lamp rises until it slowly drifts away among the stars with the wind. We climbed over the crib, jumped over the stream, bypassed the river, and trotted behind the sun lamp, often for miles, until the rubber soles burned out and the sun lamp fell. At this time, everyone looked at each other and laughed at each other-I took off my shoes and ran away, you tore the clothes, and he cut the skin!
I was disappointed when I was a child and grew up on a small road. ? Going to the countryside? After that, I pushed the ashes and picked the dung on the path, dragged the cows to the plow and exercised. After a burst of impulse, I was disappointed: I wanted to go to a school without a school gate, but I was an only child and couldn't go to the military camp. My hope is like a soap bubble, which has been dashed several times in a year. Is there any way to go? I wandered on the path, but I couldn't find the answer. There is a good farmer in the village who wants me to be an apprentice. Unexpectedly, he wouldn't let me plow and let me read on the roadside in Tiantou. I borrowed many books and read them hungrily. ICBC takes the path, and he always gives it to me? Re-education: The road of life is like this path, winding and endless, depending on your ability to go straight like plowing! Although the road is narrow, if you go to the right, you will soon get to the road of God! ? Under his urging, from spring to autumn, I actually finished reading most of the textbooks of the Chinese department of the university. The next year, I was sent to Yangzhou Normal College to study, and then I was assigned to my hometown as a teacher. The school is located in the village, about two miles from home to school. Go back and forth three or four times a day. After teaching for five years, I have already gone to Wan Li! It is on this Wan Li trail that I learned some teaching skills: thinking and perfecting every lesson plan, knowing and even reciting every text. After starting classes for visiting groups from this county, this province and other provinces, people asked me many questions: How do you prepare your lessons? I told them truthfully: on a country road! ?
In my thirties, I became the headmaster. After that, I transferred to several schools. When people reach middle age, it is doubly hard. I have to do everything well, so I often ride a bike on the path, which makes me very busy. After working in a government department, there are not many opportunities to return to my hometown. When I came home from my holiday, I wandered around the nearby path and looked out for a while. I found that the villages I am familiar with are getting more and more beautiful, and the buildings are lined up and hidden in the ginkgo forest; There are fewer and fewer familiar paths, replaced by wide cement roads and asphalt roads. In addition to joy, a strong attachment arises spontaneously: the country road that deeply imprinted my footsteps may disappear from the ground in the near future, but it will still be deeply imprinted in my memory!