1. The beauty of rural life lies outside the courtyard. When I stayed in my old residence, I would often wear a pair of cloth shoes and change into casual clothes when I went out to see the scenery. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most visually comfortable thing is the bright red and green clothes of the village girls, while the auditory enjoyment is the refreshing sounds of cocks and insects, and the sound of farmers opening their courtyard doors. Such gaudy The colors and simple sound are most closely related to the vast fields of wheat and the stumbling cattle. Going forward, there is a wine shop in the distance from the residential houses. The name of the shop is "Happy Forest". I felt very happy, and the wind was blowing under my feet, as if I was touched by the fairy spirit of Chinese Kung Fu.
2. There is an amazing amount of water here. As long as you stand in an open place, there will be a large or small river flowing into your eyes.
In the morning, before the fish in the river woke up, people poked their dreams with pennies. The fog was thick, and no one could be seen on the other side. When the two boats approached each other, I broke out in a cold sweat. They kept saying it was a good chance, but the boats were already more than a foot away. There is an old fisherman here. He is seventy-eight years old, with white hair and a childlike face, and a voice like a bell. "Selling small fish and shrimps -", ??although it is an ordinary shout, it makes people feel as if they have woken up and drank a cup of strong tea, feeling comfortable and full of body fluids. Occasionally, there is a lazy man on the boat who drank too much last night. He climbed out of the cabin in a daze and looked at the dark sky. He stood at the stern of the boat and let out a line of turbid urine. I rarely get scolded by my wife, and I have to carry cooking water from the river!
There are often two cute little birds catching the branches of the willow trees by the river, looking at each other, chirping and chirping, cuddling with each other with infinite tenderness. A pair of carp that came out for air in the morning took advantage of the mist to play happily, regardless of the old fisherman's envious and helpless gaze.
The sky is getting brighter and the sun is shining, dispersing the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came to life. When farmers get up early, they do two things: pour night incense and cook breakfast. In this place, people's latrines are often right by the river, and the host and the hostess do their own thing without conflict, without feeling anything wrong. Later, the village was buzzing with excitement, students went to school, farmers went to the fields, and workers worked.
3. In the early morning, I always wake up naturally and look at the light outside the wooden window getting brighter and brighter. The chirping of the birds gradually decreases from the lively and noisy chirping. I think they are catching bugs after the party. Went. Occasionally, a melodious singer would come and fly away. I got up and looked at the time on my phone. It was not yet six o'clock. The sun had already risen between the trees, casting light lightly on the east wall. The light cast into the room covered the floating dust, and the small particles rose happily in the light. Sinking, like a morning dance. I packed up my mother's clothes, pushed her to sit in the sunshine, and started making breakfast. Because there is no sense of time in rural life, everything can be done leisurely.
4 It is green and verdant, and buds have begun to appear in some places. At night, the frogs in the creek are croaking. Isn't this sound the music before summer? Ah, I love early summer in the countryside! The young author has captured the characteristics of early summer scenery, such as flaming red pomegranate flowers, ripe The mulberries, the yellowing wheat waves, the green cotton seedlings, and the light and fluttering butterflies, etc., are all moving descriptions of the deep love for nature and life. Comment: This sentence is not only novel in conception. And the artistic conception is beautiful. It also uses the beautiful image of symbol, iS, to deeply inspire people.
The snow is heavy and the white clouds are flying in the winter, and thousands of flowers are blooming for a while.
Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. Both the similarity and the dissimilarity are strange.
You are nowhere to be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. ----------- Cen Shen <
I am even more happy that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing.
The scenery of the northern country is covered with ice and snow for thousands of miles.
The plum blossoms are gone in the cold snow, and the spring breeze is returning from the willows - Li Bai's "Public Music"
The clouds are low and it is dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind - Du Fu's "On the Snow" 》
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. (Lu Meipo) It has snowed in the capital for ten days, and the courtyards are full of light.
The snow is like plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are like snow, both beautiful and beautiful (Lu Benzhong) The Hanchuan has cleared away the snow, and the frozen pond is gradually flowing.
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone; I know it is not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance (Wang Anshi) The heavy snow is full of bows and knives.
Only I saw clouds covering the top of the mountain, Snow has fallen like dust on the rocks; there are thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, thousands of jade trees, and thousands of trees and pines and thousands of clouds.
(Yuan Zhen)
When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches (Gao Pian) When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.
Mountains I can't see you when I turn around, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow (Cen Shen). The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is anchored by a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains where the clouds are flowing? The snow embraces the blue gate and the horses can't move forward (Han Yu) ) Hearing the barking at Chaimen, people return home on a windy and snowy night.
Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, thousands of pear blossoms bloom (Cen ginseng), the north wind blows the ground and hundreds of grasses fall, and the sky is full of snow in August.
p>Thousands of green mountains outside the door are covered with snow, flowers are blooming by the riverside and it is sunny in February (Ouyang Xiu) It is snowing in the evening, can I have a drink?
The snowflakes on the swallows were as big as a mat, and they blew down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are falling heavily (Li Bai) "The evening snow helps to reduce the steepness, and the jade dust scatters in the forest pond"
The battle retreats Three million jade dragons, their broken scales and armor flying all over the sky (Zhang Yuanzuo) "A lone man with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the cold river snow" Liu Zongyuan
The catkins are blown by the wind (Xie Daoyun) "The white snow is too late for spring, so "The trees in the courtyard are like flying flowers" Han Yu
The snow is just beginning to fall outside the curtain, and the fragrance of green is still lingering on the fire. Sitting alone in the cold night makes me feel tired, the distance is so far away, and the broken dreams make me even more lonely. (Shen Pei)
"I get up in the painting hall in the morning to report the falling snowflakes." Li Bai's "Qing Ping Le" The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light.
In the cold snow plum blossoms After all, the spring breeze returns from the willows. "Eight Poems for Palace Music" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty There are still oranges on the branches under the lingering snow, and the frozen snow shocks the bamboo shoots to sprout.
What's the matter with the heavy snow? How can the bright moon meet me? The clouds have crossed the Qinling Mountains for thousands of years, and the snow has covered the blue mountains. Turning back a thousand times and heading east. The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I can hear the sound of breaking bamboo. "Night Snow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind blows geese and snow. Gao Shi: "Farewell to Dong Da"
As he tried to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered his bow and sword. Lu Lun: "Song under the plug" The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are anxious, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light. Wang Wei: "Hunting"
The spring snow is fluttering, and the pear blossoms are rustling, and the thin clothes are cold and the heart is numb. Who can appreciate the crystal clear, why not just the rich?
Heavy snow weighs on the green pines, The green pines are straight and straight. You must know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts. It's snowing late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
Snow means a good harvest, but what happens in a good year? There are poor people in Chang'an, and it is not advisable to have too many auspicious things (Luo Yin)
Three feet of snow in the pass, and dreaming about the old mandarin duck machine. (Li Shangyin) The mountains in Zhongnan are beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds. (ancestral chant)
The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snow at night, and the iron horse is scattered in the autumn wind. (Lu You) The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind. (Du Fu)
I prefer the thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing. The chaotic clouds are low in the dusk, and the rushing snow is dancing in the wind - Du Fu's "Confronting the Snow"
The plum blossoms in the cold snow are gone, and the spring breeze returns on the willows - Li Bai's "Public Music"
The clouds and snow cover the mountains for thousands of miles, but I have never lived on the highest peak.
I cannot return to the human world for the time being, so we meet again on the road in Chang'an.
Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains? The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward.
——Han Yu
The small rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around the endless green fields. In the distance, there are small houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and moving. Pastoral scenery!
A series of ancient windmills, the windmill leaves are like outstretched wings, rotating in the wind, forming a unique scenery with green grass and wild flowers, adding a magical color to this fairy tale world!
Pairs of brightly colored, exquisite and gorgeous wooden shoes, symbolizing sweet love! And the gorgeous tulips have attracted countless lovers...
In the season of tulips, the smiles of charming and charming girls spread their fragrance like flowers...
By the quiet lake, windmills and green grass , small house, so cozy
The tulip fields are blooming, fragrant, and the windmills are spinning! Is this a dream?
The tall building is also a kind of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting!
Everywhere is filled with green, and even the air smells of grass
The surroundings are green and stunning, and the windmills have stopped, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery...
< p>A curl of smoke rises over the small village, like a girl wearing a white gauze dancing gracefully under the sunset.Behind the village is an endless mulberry garden. Moistened by the spring rain and dew, the mulberry trees have sprouted new buds, and the entire mulberry garden is an endless ocean.
The mountains to the south are high and lush with trees. The precious white pine and red pine are all in one piece, lush, tall and tall, and evergreen.
The beauty of rural life lies outside the courtyard. When I stayed in my old residence, I would often wear a pair of cloth shoes and change into casual clothes when I went out to see the scenery. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most visually comfortable thing is the bright red and green clothes of the village girls, while the auditory enjoyment is the refreshing sounds of cocks and insects, and the sound of farmers opening their courtyard doors. Such gaudy The colors and simple sound are most closely related to the vast fields of wheat and the stumbling cattle. Going forward, there is a wine shop in the distance from the residential houses. The name of the shop is "Happy Forest". I felt very happy, and the wind was blowing under my feet, as if I was touched by the fairy spirit of Chinese Kung Fu.
Information on rural pastoral scenery: The rain comes from the sky to the earth delicately, softly, silently or even colorlessly. Carefully caressing the square inch of land, caressing all the creatures on the land.
Looking across the wetness and through the transparency of the glass, I began to look for traces of the raindrops, trying to capture its light silhouette.
However, its naughtiness reflected back to me and the earth with transparency, and its flying dance could never fall into the eyes. But this does not stop me from feeling it. Being out of sight does not mean that it is inaccessible to the heart.
I know that it is exactly what I think it is in my mind. It is following the clear lines in the sea of ??thoughts, flying to the sparse leaves in front of the window, and then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaf to the other side. The other lower corner of the leaf, from glittering to dripping, swirls and ticks into a song. Isn't this behavior just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight?
Spirit is the other side. How can such light rain not make people's hearts flutter? How to prevent people from gazing through the window?
When the light rain dims the sight, the restlessness deep in the heart actually calms down. It's like the originally messy house in front of you in the sun. After the rain washes away the dusty noise, it begins to reveal its patchwork under the careless rendering of gray. The white-gray building with its grid lines perfectly reflects the endless gray sky.
The houses in the distance are looming, covered with mysterious gauze, swaying with jagged tree shadows, conveying the beauty of illusion in the rain. The replacement of green and yellow in late autumn has also reduced the sharpness and compellingness of the sunshine by a few inches, adding a softness that whispers in the wind. Whether it is infatuation or anger, they are all the deep feelings that the poet can't express in his writing.
There are even out-of-season green vegetables in the countryside, with tender faces raised, and they begin to sing green under the moisture of the rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters...
So, at this time, I will open Fence, let yourself wander along the pastoral path. Abandon the barrier of umbrellas and have the closest contact with the light rain.
I didn’t realize the change of seasons until the slightest chill penetrated my thin long skirt. This is how it is when living in the south. I often stumble into a new season without any boundary preparation. But this is fine, because many awakenings suddenly appear in my ignorant smile, rather than being captured in the inexplicable exclamation of the change of seasons.
It is raining lightly at this time. Although it can be called winter rain, its unique breath is filled with unspoken tenderness. I like it to land quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, in the form of kisses, and surround me with deep sweetness.
A few bunches of hair hanging in front of the shoulders gradually took on its clear and hazy figure. Looking down at it, imagining that I would become more beautiful because of it, my smile already faded. Filling the corners of my lips, penetrating the coldness of winter...
When I smile, I will indeed think of you. It turns out that whether the moon is like water or it is drizzling, as long as you are moved, beauty will always exist
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