It was quiet inside at this moment, and I climbed to the roof alone. "Everything in other mountains looks small under the sky." Dead and silent. Whispering bitter rain is waiting in the rain, and the wind stops its hurried steps. When I saw the misty countryside, like a beautiful scenery, I felt a sense of * * * in my heart, which made my heart full of vitality like sunshine, and my melancholy vanished.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and the thin rain falls softly on the face and becomes a pure pearl-slipping. Give people a fresh and refreshing feeling.
At this time, the countryside is particularly quiet. After all, it is early summer. Only a few cicadas are singing heartily, and the heartfelt singing seems to be nostalgia for nature. Occasionally, there were a few clear and melodious birdsongs in the rain. As beautiful as wind chimes, it seems to be a compliment to nature.
From a distance, rows of tall poplars are shrouded in the twilight like cicada gauze. The delicate green leaves are as fresh as a milk bath. "Flowers cherish new rain". A delicate flower blooms in the rain, and the watery bud tells the wind and rain. Smoke from the kitchen chimney danced gracefully in the drizzle and melted in the rain.
A few swifts parked on the wire are about to go home, and their light posture flies around like lightning. Draw a shining solitary line for this imperfect sky.
The rain fell from the sky in dense clouds. "The wind brushed the raincoat lightly." I came down like a nail. Afraid of breaking the peace of the country.
"The rain outside the window can't stop." Watching the night fall slowly in the misty rain, I suddenly felt a feeling in my heart: our hearts are empty and need rain irrigation.
Thoughts and feelings: rain falls with petals. So is the heart, but it will open. ...
This quiet country. I think everything is asleep. ...
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2. Works describing rural beauty
When I came to my grandmother's house in the countryside, a kind of natural beauty appeared in front of me, and I felt so kind and comfortable!
Everything is so quiet and serene, without the noise of the city, the pollution of automobile exhaust, and the movement of noisy people, everything is so harmonious and relaxed.
Walking on the narrow ridge in the country is like stepping on a soft green carpet. The green seedlings in the rice fields on both sides greedily enjoy the sunshine bath, absorb the nutrients of the earth and grow luxuriantly. As soon as I closed my eyes, all these budding ears of wheat turned into golden rice. A breeze blew, and my mood suddenly became more elegant than ever.
In the evening, the sunset releases the last ray of sunshine, making the rice fields more beautiful. Although my eyes are full of green, this kind of green really makes me sigh: this is not only a symbol of vitality, but also the harmonious beauty of everything. I don't know when the sound of "croak" broke the quiet world. Suddenly, the field was very lively, and the voice of "Gung, Gung-"was heard. Sometimes they sing solo, sometimes they sing in chorus and sometimes they play symphonies. Frogs come and go, echoing each other, singing louder and louder, floating in every corner of the mountain village.
Lying in bed, quietly listening to the masterpieces of these young singers, this is an original ecological concert, with thousands of musicians performing and singing their favorite music.
This is the most unforgettable night in my life, and this is the most beautiful lullaby I have ever heard.
Ah, beautiful country, I love you!
This is a desolate and lonely desert, and this is a people's village.
-lonely brushstrokes, the inscription of desolate scenery. Huangshaliang, a small oasis in the desert.
Like a sensible old man, hiding from prosperity, guarding a little loneliness, guarding a little freedom, guarding a little loneliness and guarding a little comfort. Imagine a scene where the yellow sand is long and floating in the sky outside the village.
Thatched huts and wooden houses may be newly built, or they may be worn out. People in Huangshaliang, standing between heaven and earth, look at everything in the Spring and Autumn Period and the wheat harvested in the Spring and Autumn Period, and their eyes are full of fragrance.
Do it at sunrise, rest at sunset, live a quiet life, sleep and wake up for a lifetime. The grass in the village is green and yellow, and it will be grass in the coming year.
The stars rise and fall forever. There is a man named Zhang San, Li Si or San Liu.
He doesn't farm. He hardly does anything. He just squatted on a broken wall and smoked. He squatted from sunrise to sunset, year after year, day after day. There is a man named Zhang San, Li Si or San Liu.
He bought a house from a person who was going to move in his early years and lived there. Over time.
When the door was broken and the chimney was blocked, he left it alone and let the house grow old with himself. People plant trees for 5,000 years. When the trees grow, they will be used as beams, and when they build houses, they will grow old safely.
People plant land at the edge of the village, and they can harvest it when they smell the fragrant rice at night. People and livestock don't interfere with each other, and disappear together in the long yellow sand when they get old.
There is such a passage in the book that there is a man with dark skin. Under the scorching sun, he waved a sickle and didn't know the time. I suddenly realized the passage of time, passing away from us. We were too busy sowing or harvesting to take care of it, but suddenly we felt sad for a moment.
We are very sad, but we don't know why. Maybe the sad time is fleeting, maybe the sad village has been silent for thousands of years, maybe the sad village has no ambition at this time, and maybe the sad loneliness is unstoppable.
This is a very sad feeling. Looking up, I seem to see the blue-gray sky hidden in the dawn, the rooster crows across the sky, and the morning glow is as bright as blood. Looking up again, it is already the afterglow of the sunset. There is no grandeur, only a faint loneliness at dusk.
A village for one person. I think that would be a wonderful feeling.
If we say loneliness, it should also be a beautiful loneliness. I have been thinking that if I have the chance for the rest of my life, I will definitely go to a village, stay alone and enjoy it for a while.
There is too much time to kill in life. It is better to be clear in the wilderness than to waste it in prosperity. The village is a very quaint place. People and animals live in a small yard with a shelf of sweet potatoes in front of it. Parthenocissus tricuspidata covered the walls, the wind fairy bloomed brilliantly, fell asleep in the sound of insects, and woke up in the crow.
Occasionally, I will be woken up by bird calls. On the morning of early winter, after some snow-like precipitation, a thin frost covered the tile eaves and dripped water, and birds began to contend. Maybe the warm sunshine in the early winter morning made them think it was spring.
Look at the rows of bare fir trees in the west wind. The leaves have fallen off and the branches are abrupt in mid-air. Maybe one evening, you will find rows of birds standing on branches in the north wind, like birds growing on a tree. Such a village is also a one-person village, but you will like it, a lonely and beautiful village.
Go to a person's village, no matter how shabby and shabby it is, listen to the sound of fine snow like broken jade and the sound of drizzle like gibberish. Gua Tian and Li Xia have a bright future.
Spring is full. Summer trees are shaded, autumn geese fly south, and winter snow bursts.
Like a hermit. With detachment and seclusion, go to a person's village and abandon all the beauty in the world. What a good day, no anger or resentment, it should be like water.
A person's village, not knowing the author's first year, may be tired of the secular, missing his hometown, that village, a person's village. I don't know what I feel after reading this book, but I suddenly thought of it and wrote it down.
A person's village is lonely, and beauty is beautiful loneliness.
4. The first part of the composition describing rural scenery: rural scenery, what a desirable place. It is surrounded by mountains and waters, like a continuous picture scroll. My hometown is in Dongyan. There are many tall buildings and picturesque scenery. There are mountains and water everywhere. It's very beautiful! High-rise buildings have sprung up. From a distance, there are mountains outside the mountains and trees outside the trees, and only green is connected with green. If you look carefully, you will find that the mountain is very high, and the top of it seems to be as high as the sky, which is very spectacular! The water in the tall building is clear and flawless, like a mirror. Castle peak, blue sky and beautiful flowers are reflected in the water. Look, there are a group of children playing with water by the river. How happy they are! People in tall buildings are very simple, they can't swear, steal or play pranks. They work hard and they reap. The countryside is so special and simple. Chapter 2: Pastoral Scenery Today is Saturday, and the sun is shining. My mother will take me to play in the country. My imagination of the countryside is low small houses and muddy dirt roads. The car stopped and we got off. Willow trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the green branches are fluttering in the wind. It's really 10 thousand green silk tapestries hanging down. Street lamps are like sentries, standing on the roadside. Rows of neat bungalows are spacious and bright, and there are spacious duplex sets on the concrete floor. There was a brand-new motorcycle parked inside, and they went into the house. LCD TV, refrigerator, microwave oven, washing machine, computer ... everything is complete and elegant decoration. Before and after the house, there are blossoming. A tree, falling like Xia Hong, with colorful rain and breezes, smells refreshing. Groups of bees buzzed around among the flowers, occasionally butterflies flew over, sometimes flying in the air, and sometimes falling on the flowers. Looking at them, I vaguely thought that peanuts had wings to fly. Without the noise and traffic of the city, the countryside looks quiet and clean. I can hear birds chirping. Groups of sparrows chirp, then fall on the telephone poles, like notes on the staff, then jump around and sing branches, and then fly around in the air, crossing beautiful arcs ... blue sky, green trees, beautiful flowers and beautiful houses. This is not the countryside I remember, it is simply a beautiful garden. I had a close hug with the wind. After hugging the wind, you will feel that you have a very good mood waiting for you to take him to visit. The countryside is very fresh. There are golden rice and green vegetables in the endless fields. When you cross the winding river, you will see many geese with red mouths and white hairs swimming in the river, and you will immediately think of a poem "Goose, Goose, Goose, Xiang Tiange". You will also hear the happy laughter of many children, who are playing hide-and-seek in the moonlight. You will also hear many adults sitting in front of the house chatting. In the countryside, there is no sound of TV at all, but the laughter of children and adults is the most heard. Have you been to such a good country? Chapter IV: Rural Scenery A few days ago, a good friend of mine, Qian Qian, invited me to visit the countryside. I have always lived in the city, but I have long wanted to visit the country. Today's opportunity will definitely not be missed. I agreed happily. Before seven o'clock, she woke me up and I got up in a daze. I ate breakfast in a hurry, packed my backpack and left with her. The wind was blowing when I arrived at the station. At eight o'clock in the morning, the bus finally arrived, and we embarked on this journey happily. Along the way, I saw a group of farmers plowing the land. They sow in spring, and in autumn, they can share the joy of harvest together. A flock of swallows flew from north to south, lined up as if to say, how hard people are! About an hour later, I heard the announcement on the bus: "Love Village is here, please get ready to get off!" " At this moment, Qian Qian took my clothes and said, "Here we are. Look, is that flower beautiful? " Say that finish, pointing to the colorful flowers outside the window. "It's beautiful!" I answered her. When I got off the bus, I took a deep breath of fresh air, so comfortable! Qian Qian took me to the countryside to find her grandmother. On the way, I saw many farm scenery. Let me introduce you. After entering 10 meter, it is a green field. Some children in the country are not as good as me to help my mother mow the grass. Children in rural areas are too sensible. I thought of myself and even grabbed a piece of candy with my brother. Compared with them, I am ashamed to death! As I walked, I thought of the green fields. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong!" Who is singing? Oh, it turned out to be the stream next to me, singing cheerful songs and slowly flowing away. There are colorful fish playing in the stream. When I arrived at my grandmother's house in Qian Qian, she hugged her grandmother, and I thought of my grandmother. Before I could meet her, she had already left, alas.
Qian Qian's grandmother asked me to stay for lunch before I left. After eating, I took Qian Qian's hand and walked around. There is a bamboo forest around the house, casting a shade. On the right side of the house, there are some flowers, including azaleas, cockscomb and dahlias, which bloom in seasonal order. In the backyard of the house, a large group of chickens and ducks are foraging. Chickens and hens are leading chickens in the Woods. On the way back, I saw many people moving desks and chairs into the yard, and the food was moved out and eaten in the yard. I was attracted by the scenery of this country. If I have another chance, I will go to the "Love Village" again. No matter when and what season, rural people have unique and charming scenery! Chapter 5: Beautiful Rural Scenery Students, you must have been to the beautiful countryside. Life in the countryside must be very interesting. Next, I will take you into the beautiful country life. In the morning, you will smell the fresh air mixed with a little earth fragrance. Walking on the ridge of the country, you will face a fresh air and feel refreshed.
5. Beautiful scenery of the mountain village This is a beautiful mountain village.
Behind the mountain village are dense mountains with pine forests. A winding stream flows down the mountain like a silvery white chain. The clear stream flows in front of the village and crosses a small bridge, making a clattering sound.
On the right side of the mountain village are terraces planted with various crops. There are long cucumbers, curved eggplants, round watermelons and green vegetables.
On the left of the mountain village is a forest of fruit trees. There are some naughty larks in the tree. The lark's cry broke the peace of the village. They seem to be born singers, singing beautiful and moving songs! The air here is particularly fresh, the scenery is pleasant, and the seasons are like spring, which is really desirable.
6. Silent Village 800-word composition This is a desolate and lonely desert, and this is a village for one person. -inscription
Lonely brushstrokes, desolate scenery. Huangshaliang, a small oasis in the desert. Like a sensible old man, hiding from prosperity, guarding a little loneliness, guarding a little freedom, guarding a little loneliness and guarding a little comfort.
Imagine such a scene, the yellow sand is long and floating in the sky outside the village. Thatched huts and wooden houses may be newly built, or they may be worn out. People in Huangshaliang, standing between heaven and earth, look at everything in the Spring and Autumn Period and the wheat harvested in the Spring and Autumn Period, and their eyes are full of fragrance. Do it at sunrise, rest at sunset, live a quiet life, sleep and wake up for a lifetime. The grass in the village is green and yellow, and it will be grass in the coming year. The stars rise and fall forever.
There is a man named Zhang San, Li Si or San Liu. He doesn't farm. He hardly does anything. He just squatted on a broken wall and smoked. He squatted from sunrise to sunset, year after year, day after day. There is a man named Zhang San, Li Si or San Liu. He bought a house from a person who was going to move in his early years and lived there. Over time. When the door was broken and the chimney was blocked, he left it alone and let the house grow old with himself. People plant trees for 5,000 years. When the trees grow, they will be used as beams, and when they build houses, they will grow old safely. People plant land at the edge of the village, and they can harvest it when they smell the fragrant rice at night. People and livestock don't interfere with each other, and disappear together in the long yellow sand when they get old.
There is such a passage in the book that there is a man with dark skin. Under the scorching sun, he waved a sickle and didn't know the time. I suddenly realized the passage of time, passing away from us. We were too busy sowing or harvesting to take care of it, but suddenly we felt sad for a moment. We are very sad, but we don't know why. Maybe the sad time is fleeting, maybe the sad village has been silent for thousands of years, maybe the sad village has no ambition at this time, and maybe the sad loneliness is unstoppable. This is a very sad feeling. Looking up, I seem to see the blue-gray sky hidden in the dawn, the rooster crows across the sky, and the morning glow is as bright as blood. Looking up again, it is already the afterglow of the sunset. There is no grandeur, only a faint loneliness at dusk.
A village for one person. I think that would be a wonderful feeling. If we say loneliness, it should also be a beautiful loneliness. I have been thinking that if I have the chance for the rest of my life, I will definitely go to a village, stay alone and enjoy it for a while. There is too much time to kill in life. It is better to be clear in the wilderness than to waste it in prosperity. The village is a very quaint place. People and animals live in a small yard with a shelf of sweet potatoes in front of it. Parthenocissus tricuspidata covered the walls, the wind fairy bloomed brilliantly, fell asleep in the sound of insects, and woke up in the crow. Occasionally, I will be woken up by bird calls. On the morning of early winter, after some snow-like precipitation, a thin frost covered the tile eaves and dripped water, and birds began to contend. Maybe the warm sunshine in the early winter morning made them think it was spring. Look at the rows of bare fir trees in the west wind. The leaves have fallen off and the branches are abrupt in mid-air. Maybe one evening, you will find rows of birds standing on branches in the north wind, like birds growing on a tree. Such a village is also a one-person village, but you will like it, a lonely and beautiful village.
Go to a person's village, no matter how shabby and shabby it is, listen to the sound of fine snow like broken jade and the sound of drizzle like gibberish. Gua Tian and Li Xia have a bright future. Spring is full. Summer trees are shaded, autumn geese fly south, and winter snow bursts. Like a hermit. With detachment and seclusion, go to a person's village and abandon all the beauty in the world. What a good day, no anger or resentment, it should be like water.
A person's village, not knowing the author's first year, may be tired of the secular, missing his hometown, that village, a person's village. I don't know what I feel after reading this book, but I suddenly thought of it and wrote it down.
A person's village is lonely, and beauty is beautiful loneliness.
7. Excellent composition describing rural scenery, about 400 words. The countryside is beautiful, warm and quiet. I like the country and her rural scenery.
The fields in the countryside are gorgeous: rape blossoms show smiling faces; Winter jasmine lined up to pay tribute to spring; Peach blossoms attract swarms of bees to collect honey; Pink pear blossoms are covered with branches; Xiaolan's flowers are so bright and so many. The breeze blew and filled the surrounding villages.
Next to the path in the field, the grass sticks out from the ground and looks around as if enjoying the beautiful scenery carefully. The grass is full of colorful flowers, as if it were a small ornament painted on a green carpet. The river near the path is shallow and clear, small fish are swimming around in the river, and the sand at the bottom of the river is trembling and clearly visible.
There are mountains, water, flowers and grass in the countryside, which is beautiful. Hosta is no exception. She asked Spring to make herself a set of green spring clothes, which looked very beautiful.
The oriole on the branch is singing Yiyi, which is melodious and intoxicating. The shape of the morning glory is so beautiful, just like a small trumpet. The green leaves carefully matched by skilled village girls are really beautiful.
Country, warm and quiet; Rural areas with beautiful scenery; Rural areas are surrounded by mountains and rivers; The countryside is picturesque. It is really the most beautiful scenery.