A country road
A familiar song floated into my ears, so kind that it pulled me back to the country road in my memory.
There are all kinds of weeds on both sides of the path, and sometimes a little red will appear in the lush, which is easy to * * * your visual nerve and you can't help but want to take a closer look. Watching it keep smiling and playing in this lush, the hand that just wanted to pick suddenly stopped in the air, looked at it quietly, and then quietly left.
Following the squeaking sound all the way, those cunning little things jumped up and down in the grass from time to time, followed their shadows and pushed through the grass to find it, but it had already slipped out of the grass. Sometimes I hate to itch: "damn cricket, I can't catch you!" " According to the grass, I smoked with a stick, and then stopped to listen carefully, but the crying came from the other direction.
Especially in the midsummer night, walking on the path full of flowers and natural aura, feeling the cool evening breeze caressing my face, my heart seems to have injected countless poems invisibly. When I was squinting and intoxicated in the artistic conception at the moment, I was suddenly moved by the flashing scene in the distance. Oh, it's an elf with a small lantern! Don't hesitate to follow them. When they are unprepared, gently close your hands, and one or two fireflies will hide in my hand. Then put your hands together and look between your fingers. The faint light suddenly becomes so powerful. Sometimes, I don't forget to take a few home and put those elves in mosquito nets, so at night when the lights are turned off and the world is silent, I look at the flickering lights in my tent and sleep peacefully and comfortably.
Early in the morning, before the sun rose, I ran to the path early to collect a string of dew on the flowers and plants. When the sun opens its sleepy eyes, the sun shines on the dew, reflecting an attractive light. The sun is more and more energetic, sucking up the dew on the flowers and plants, leaving only faint dust traces, indicating the crystals that once existed. At this time, my clothes wet by dew were also dried by the sun, patting the dust on my hands, and it was time to go home for dinner!
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The country road recorded my growing up. How many tears and laughter floated on the road of memory with the wind, and the dew dipped in the night became the nutrition for my growth.
However, now this feeling can only be realized by singing.
Away from the country life, I am busy in the metropolis all day for a living. Occasionally, when I am frustrated and lonely, I really want to find such a path to filter my bitter thoughts. It's a pity that there is endless noise around me. And the path I remember, now because of development, is a national road paved with black asphalt.
So, I wandered in the noisy and crowded streets, and finally returned to my house, plugged in headphones, and walked back to the familiar country road with the music.
Please write a short essay on a country road. My father knocked on the bathtub in the bathroom last week and planned to install a shower room.
So the house was "ashamed". I can't take a bath this week.
My mother asked me to go to grandma's house to wash it. I think it's not far from her house, and it's only five minutes' walk, so I agreed to come down. Home.sanwen8.cn had supper, and it was still dark. She and her mother came to grandma's house.
Grandpa is drinking tea on the balcony alone. His old man plays mahjong for recreation on weekdays, drinks tea and watches TV at night, and occasionally goes out for a walk. Grandma is very busy! She brought me a heater, turned on the water heater, adjusted the water temperature, told me to slide carefully, and told me which side to add cold water and which side to boil water ... as if I hadn't grown up, I was still a child.
I went into the bathroom, which was already very warm. But because of family habits, everything is not easy.
It suddenly occurred to me that this is the first time to take a bath at my grandmother's house in six years since I moved! When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house during the summer vacation and winter vacation. They still lived in the country at that time.
I am very unhappy, because the old house is only over 50 square meters, and I always clamor for my uncle to pick me up there. I especially like summer in the country.
In the morning, the moisture in the air has not dissipated. Pick a long dog tail grass by the roadside and take grandma's hand to graze sheep in the field.
Along the country road, in the fields on both sides, green seedlings are covered with crystal dew, and it seems that tadpoles can be seen swimming in the water in the fields. After I came back, I followed my grandmother to pick the corn she planted. This is my favorite. My grandmother planted it specially for me. At that time, it seemed to me that there was always endless corn! In the evening, grandma helped me take a bath first, and then gave my brother a bath. This is the capital I showed off to him at that time! There is only regular hot water supply in the countryside, and grandma can only wash me with warm water cooked on the stove. She wiped my back with a towel and put soap on it. Those rough hands make me feel very gentle and comfortable.
Always said in the basin that I sweated a lot today so that I could enjoy it for a while; But she always said that the water in the basin was cold, and I couldn't say anything more, so it poured out in a downpour, and it was refreshing. With the smell of soap, my mother-in-law washed away the dust all day for me ... after taking a shower, I went to the washboard to enjoy the cool, which was the most pleasant summer night! The cold washboard is small enough for me to lie on. A cool breeze blows gently, mixed with a touch of cordate telosma, but grandma doesn't know who planted these four cordate telosma in the field.
I looked up and began to count the stars and look at the moon. The only regret is that my grandmother can't tell stories, but just shakes the cattail leaf fan for me, and she soon becomes very sleepy ... quiet night. I only heard the insects in the field, the noise of the train in the distance and grandma's gentle snoring; Accompanied by the bright moonlight, I also saw those interlaced country roads in the distance, thinking that when I am herding sheep tomorrow, I must pick more dog tail grass; In a trance, I saw smoke billowing from the chimney next door. It's getting late. Did my family go out on a long trip and just got home on a country road? ..... Mother hurried out.
After I came out, my grandmother brought a hair dryer and asked my mother to blow my hair, saying that I would catch cold. After drying our hair, we went home! It's cold and windy on the road. It smells like soap, but it doesn't smell like the familiar cordate telosma ... It seems like a long dream.
With the growth of age, the busyness of study and life, the fragrance gradually fades and disappears. Familiar country road, grandma has moved here for seven or eight years! And my grandmother's new home. I don't go there as often as I did when I was a child.
I don't know who said last year that a factory would be built in that place, but it hasn't started yet. I must have a rest and go again! I want to walk through the country road that has been separated for many years again; I want to see what my grandmother used to grow in that cornfield now; Most importantly, I also want to smell the fragrance of four cordate telosma in the field! While the beautiful land has not been leveled by the rumbling machine, I decided to go there next weekend! Country road, take me home.
Please write a short essay on a country road. My father knocked on the bathtub in the bathroom last week and planned to install a shower room. So the house was "ashamed". I can't take a bath this week.
My mother asked me to go to grandma's house to wash it. I think it's not far from her house, and it's only five minutes' walk, so I agreed to come down. Composition Network home.sanwen8.cn
After dinner, it was still dark, and my mother came to my grandmother's house. Grandpa is drinking tea on the balcony alone. His old man plays mahjong for recreation on weekdays, drinks tea and watches TV at night, and occasionally goes out for a walk. Grandma is very busy! She brought me a heater, turned on the water heater, adjusted the water temperature, told me to slide carefully, and told me which side to add cold water and which side to boil water ... as if I hadn't grown up, I was still a child.
I went into the bathroom, which was already very warm. But because of family habits, everything is not easy. It suddenly occurred to me that this is the first time to take a bath at my grandmother's house in six years since I moved! composition
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house during the summer vacation and winter vacation. They still lived in the country at that time. I am very unhappy, because the old house is only over 50 square meters, and I always clamor for my uncle to pick me up there.
I especially like summer in the country. composition
In the morning, the water in the air has not been exhausted. Pick a long dog tail grass by the roadside and take grandma's hand to graze sheep in the field. Along the country road, in the fields on both sides, green seedlings are covered with crystal dew, and it seems that tadpoles can be seen swimming in the water in the fields. After I came back, I followed my grandmother to pick the corn she planted. This is my favorite. My grandmother planted it specially for me. At that time, it seemed to me that there was always endless corn!
In the evening, grandma helped me take a bath first, and then gave my brother a bath. This is the capital I showed off to him at that time! There is only regular hot water supply in the countryside, and grandma can only wash me with warm water cooked on the stove. She wiped my back with a towel and put soap on it. Those rough hands make me feel very gentle and comfortable. Always said in the basin that I sweated a lot today so that I could enjoy it for a while; But she always said that the water in the basin was cold, so I couldn't talk any more. So she poured the water out in a downpour, and with the refreshing smell of soap, my mother-in-law washed away the dust for me all day. ...
It is the most pleasant night in summer to go to the washboard to enjoy the cool after taking a shower! The cold washboard is small enough for me to lie on. A cool breeze blows gently, mixed with a touch of cordate telosma, but grandma doesn't know who planted these four cordate telosma in the field. I looked up and began to count the stars and look at the moon. The only regret is that my grandmother can't tell stories, but just shakes the cattail leaf fan for me, and she soon becomes very sleepy. ...
Quiet night. I only heard the insects in the field, the noise of the train in the distance and grandma's gentle snoring; Accompanied by the bright moonlight, I also saw those interlaced country roads in the distance, thinking that when I am herding sheep tomorrow, I must pick more dog tail grass; In a trance, I saw smoke billowing from the chimney next door. It's getting late. Did my family go out on a long trip and just got home on a country road?
..... Mother hurried out.
After I came out, my grandmother brought a hair dryer and asked my mother to blow my hair, saying that I would catch cold.
After drying our hair, we went home!
The road is cold and windy, with the smell of soap, but without the familiar smell of cordate telosma. ...
Cordate telosma seems to be a long dream. With the growth of age, the busyness of study and life, the fragrance gradually fades and disappears.
Familiar country road, grandma has moved here for seven or eight years! And my grandmother's new home. I don't go there as often as I did when I was a child.
I don't know who said last year that a factory would be built in that place, but it hasn't started yet. I must have a rest and go again!
I want to walk through the country road that has been separated for many years again; I want to see what my grandmother used to grow in that cornfield now; Most importantly, I also want to smell the fragrance of four cordate telosma in the field!
While the beautiful land has not been leveled by the rumbling machine, I decided to go there next weekend!
Country road, take me home.
4. Rural Trail Landscape Writing: There is a trail between villages with fragrant flowers on both sides. The intoxicating fragrance intoxicated the children running in March in spring. The country road is a March story that stretches and climbs between villages. Countless villagers walked through the country lanes. Innocent children lead kites in spring through country lanes, and old people in the country lead oxen through the lanes. There are country girls with black and thick braids walking through the path, and strong young people carrying two buckets full, singing cheerful songs on the country road every day. Cheerful songs sing the beautiful story of March spring and extend to distant fields. There is a path between villages. This is the story of spring, and countless simple folks pass by here every day. There is a clear stream next to the country road. On the blue grass, Ding Dong, Ding Dong and Ding Dong tells a story about a country. In the story, there is the hope that the old cow will sow a bumper harvest in the field. There are children laughing happily when they come back from school in the story. In the story, there is a butterfly dancing among the flowers in the country. In the story, the rotation of the waterwheel "squeaks" and shakes the clouds of the years, drifting away. The path between villages is the most beautiful story in spring. The poem written in March depicts a spring home in China. There are countless village stories singing in the ancient villages on both sides of the country road. As the notes of the stream jump to the distance, there is a field in the distance, and there are several huts in the field. The sunset glow shines on the hut, and the smoke from the kitchen is filled with the dreams of the villagers, drifting towards the long white clouds, ancient villages and fields of hope. Drifting to the mountains and rivers of my hometown. The path between villages is an extension of dreams. There is a deep affection between villages. The path between villages is the homesickness of the bright moon. In the mountains of my hometown, I miss the loneliness and loneliness in a distant foreign land. The path between villages is the color of flowers. Gorgeous colors have changed the light of the years, shining in the dazzling spring in March. A kind of peaceful and quiet beauty depicts a beautiful and harmonious rural pastoral. The path between villages floats alone in the long blue sky, and there is a youthful ballad. Love in the countryside is the fruit in the orchard, which sprouts in spring, matures in summer, harvests in autumn and dances in winter. On the country road, you entrust the dream of a wanderer to a distant guest. On the country road, you write about the life between villages, flying the dreams and hopes of clouds in a harmonious field, a country road, a country four. In the gorgeous colors, there is infinite brilliance. Walking through the country road, walking through the spring in March, walking through the kite in March, walking through the countryside in March, and walking through the country road are all concerns of my hometown. In a long alley, I am worried about my hometown and country at the same time. It is also a yearning. In a distant foreign land, I miss my old dreams, dream of returning to the fields, dream of flying in the blue sky and white clouds, and dream of dancing youth. Country Road is a poem with vicissitudes of life. Between the lines, there is a feeling of rural sentimentality and nostalgia in the spring of March. There is an idyllic life in the countryside, which is lonely and leisurely. Country road is a song of life. In ancient stories, poems of years, clean streams, diaries of life, and compositions of years, there is a scarecrow in the countryside who works for this area in the field.
5. 1 paragraph describes rural scenery. In the morning, before the fish in the river wake up, people poke their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog is very thick, and there is no one opposite. When the two boats approached, they both broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that it was close, but the ships were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old man fishing in this place. He is 78 years old and has a fair face. Although it is an ordinary cry, it makes people feel intoxicated. When they wake up and have a cup of tea, they feel very comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that the sky was not clear, he stood at the stern and raised a line of turbid urine. He was scolded by his wife and had to fetch water from this river to cook! There are often two lovely birds. They catch willow twigs by the river. They looked at each other, chattered, showed infinite tenderness, and clung to each other. A pair of carp came out to breathe freely in the morning, enjoying themselves when it was foggy, completely ignoring the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman. The sky is getting brighter and sunny, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early and get greedy for the dark, but there are only two things, and the night is fragrant. The host and hostess went their separate ways, but they didn't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work. 2. In the morning, they always wake up naturally, the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter, and the songs of birds are gradually decreasing, probably because they caught bugs after the party. Occasionally, a sweet singer calls and flies away. The sun has climbed between the trees, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall, and the light cast on the house is covered with floating dust. Small particles rise and fall happily in the light, such as dancing in the morning. I packed my mother, pushed her to sit in the sun and began to cook breakfast. Because there is no concept of time, everything can be leisurely. There is a path between villages, and both sides of the path are full of flowers, and the intoxicating fragrance is intoxicated in the warm spring of March. This is a story in March, telling a long climb between villages. Countless villagers walked through this country road. Innocent children walk across the country road with spring kites. The old man in the country pushed the old cow across the path before dusk. The country girl walked across the path with black and thick braids. The strong young man walked across the path with two full buckets. A cheerful song is sung on the country road every day. Cheerful songs sing the beautiful story of March spring and extend to distant fields. There is a path between villages, which is a story of spring. Every day, countless simple folks pass by the path, and there is a clear stream beside the country road. On the blue grass, the story of this country is "Ding Dong, Ding Dong and Ding Dong". In the story, there is the hope that the old cow will work hard in the field and have a good harvest, and there are happy laughter from the children who come back from school. In the story, there is a butterfly dancing among the flowers in the country, and spring is full of songs and dances. In the story, the rotation of the waterwheel "creaks" and shakes the clouds of the years, drifting into the distance. The path between villages is the most beautiful story in spring, and the poem in March was written in a spring home in China. Countless country stories are singing in ancient villages on country roads, and they flow far away with the jumping notes of streams. There is a field in the distance, and there are several huts in the field. The sunset glow shines on the hut, and the smoke from the kitchen is filled with rural dreams, drifting to the long white clouds, the ancient villages, the fields of hope and the mountains and rivers of my hometown. The path between villages is an extension of dreams, and there is a deep affection between villages. The country path is the homesickness of the bright moon, and I miss the distant foreign land on the mountains of my hometown. Country roads are the colors of flowers. Gorgeous colors change the light of years and shine in the dazzling spring in March. A kind of peaceful and quiet beauty depicts a beautiful and harmonious rural pastoral. The country road is the cloud of my hometown, floating alone in the long blue sky, floating with a youth ballad. Love in the countryside is the fruit in the orchard, which germinates in spring, matures in summer, harvests in autumn and flies in winter. You entrust the dream of wandering to distant guests and country roads, you write down the life between villages, release the dreams and hopes of clouds in harmonious fields, country roads, a poem of four seasons in the countryside, which is infinitely wonderful in gorgeous colors. Walking through the country road, walking through the spring in March, walking through the kite in March, walking through the country road in March, is the concern of my hometown, on a long path. Concern for the countryside is also a yearning. Miss the ancient dream of a distant foreign land, the hope of returning to the field, the white clouds flying in the blue sky and the dancing youth. Country Road is a poem with vicissitudes of life. Between the lines, there is a sentimental and nostalgic feeling in the countryside in March, and an idyllic life is drawn between the mountains and rivers in the countryside, which is lonely and leisurely. Country road is a song of life. In the poetry of the years, in the clean stream, in the diary of life, and in the composition of the years, there is a scarecrow in the country, guarding a happy future for this beautiful country in the field.
6. Composition "Country Trail" There is a trail of more than 450 words between villages. Both sides of the path are covered with fragrant flowers, and the intoxicating fragrance enchants the children who run in March in spring. Country Path is a March story that stretches and climbs between villages. Countless country people have walked this country road. There are naive children leading kites in spring through country lanes, and old people in the country leading old cows plowing through the lanes. A country girl walked across the path with a thick black braid, and a strong young man walked across the path with two full buckets. Sing a cheerful ballad on a country road every day, and the cheerful ballad sings a beautiful story in March and spring.
Walking through the country road, the spring in March, the kite in March, the country in March and the country road are the concerns of my hometown. It's a long way, caring about one's hometown and the other's countryside, and caring is also a yearning. I miss standing in a distant foreign land, with an ancient dream, with the hope of returning to the field, with the white clouds flying in the blue sky, with the youthful dance. Country road is a song. Country road is a happy life ballad.
7. Please write a short essay of not less than 800 words on the theme of country stories. Although it is not as prosperous as the city, the beautiful countryside has its unique tranquility.
In spring, the scenery here is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the beauty is full of vitality, and the silence is natural and simple everywhere. The mountains in the distance are green, but not so lonely, because there are groups of lively birds singing in the branches.
The stream at the foot of the mountain is very shallow. The shallowest place is just my knee, and the deepest place is not as high as my shoulder. Every summer vacation, I will go back to my hometown as usual. Every time I go back to my hometown, the first place to play is the stream at the foot of the mountain. I like to go there, not only because the stream is clear and clean, but also because there are many long and big stones taller than me. These stones can let me rest on them. The bright sunshine, the warm breeze and the tinkling of the stream will make me fall asleep unconsciously and no one will watch. These stones can also make me take a big adventure. I climb from one stone to another, and the thin patterns and small depressions on the stone will stop me. These games make others feel bored, but if you play them, you will definitely want to stop. I like this stream, because there are many shrimps, crabs and small fish in it. I can play here to my heart's content.
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 air in the countryside is very different from that in the city. Every time I go from the countryside to the city, I will sleep quietly near my home until I sleep in the city. Even though I have left my hometown for hundreds of miles, I feel my heart is full of fresh and intoxicating air.
The countryside is so unique.
8. The composition of Country Road is about 300 words. It's sunny today, and there are no clouds in Wan Li. My parents and I went for a walk in the country road. On both sides of the path, there are lush green grass and all kinds of wild flowers, red, yellow, white and purple, which really look like a beautiful big flower bed. A breeze is blowing, and I smell a faint fragrance, which floats around and attracts many bees. They are diligently collecting pollen!
From a distance, it is green, mixed with golden rape flowers. There is yellow in the green and green in the yellow, just like a fairyland. It is very beautiful. Just then, I was stung by a furry thing. Take a closer look: this is a strange-looking thing. The upper body is like a heart-shaped peach, and there are three feet under it. It is also like a prickly cactus and a shining sword. My mother said it was a precious medicinal material.
The fruit trees on the roadside are full of fruits and hang high on the branches like little red lanterns. In abel tamata, farmers' uncles are busy watering vegetables, fertilizing and catching insects. From their cheerful songs, we can see that this is a harvest season.
Country roads are not only beautiful, but also can surprise you from time to time.
9. Shortly after sunset, the orange sunset glow was still burning in the western sky. The sea is also dyed red by the sunset glow, which is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever rows of waves surge in, the sunset glow released from the peak is red and bright, just like a flaming flame, flickering and flickering. And the row in the back. The glow of the sky gradually faded, the crimson color turned crimson, and the crimson color turned pale red. Finally, when all these red lights disappeared, the sky suddenly appeared high and far away and presented a solemn scene. The first morning star appeared, flashing in the dark blue sky. It is big and bright, and it is the only thing that attracts attention in the whole vast sky. Like a bright lamp hanging in the sky. Look, the persimmon trees in the western ravine are so red. Like a fire. Many poets and painters in ancient and modern times praised the color of maple leaves. However, maple leaves are not inferior to persimmon trees. And apples, the famous red banana apples at home and abroad, are also so red, so bright and so lovely. Dajinshuai Apple is glittering with the color of Huang Chengcheng; Hawthorn trees are covered with red fruits like red agate; On the other hand, grapes are more colorful. The kind called "Crystal" is long, green and crystal clear. It really looks like it is carved with crystal and jade. The kind called Red Rose is bright in purple, round and lovely, and looks like a string of purple pearls ... You can also go to see Ji Xianlin Yu's prose, including Hundred Years of Beauty, Tianzhu Heart Shadow, Cultural Journey, first frost River, Boundless Traveler and Notes on Mountain Living. I bought a series of essays, which should or can be about the forest and the sea.