Rural life is the topic of the composition 1 rural life seems strange and distant to children who grow up in cities. Occasionally, I know something about the countryside in books, on TV, or in parents' chats, but it is different for me. I know about rural life, and it always leaves me with a beautiful and unforgettable impression.
In spring, adults help to sow seeds in spring, and children are not idle. Children will use their vacation time to fly to the embrace of nature like birds flying freely in the blue sky. Early in the morning, after breakfast, I put my basket and sickle on my back and went to the hillside to mow the grass in groups of three or five. The grass all over the mountains is green and fragrant. After a while, everyone cut a basket full, and it was still early for lunch! I don't know who it was, but everyone came to the top of the mountain to collect wheat whistle. Everyone picked a Mao Mao needle. The children in the village are very clever. They know that the Mao Mao needle on the top of the mountain is the best and the loudest. The children played the wheat flute, and the beautiful whistle echoed in the valley.
Summer is more fun. Boys like loach naked into the pond to take a bath. Sometimes they have a water fight, and sometimes they take pleasure in catching small fish. However, quiet girls only wear beautiful skirts and turn around most beautifully. In summer, this opens a new world for girls who naturally love beauty. The girls danced among the flowers like butterflies, and the flowers smelled so fragrant that the children couldn't help but get high. Long stems, green leaves and golden flowers are very bright and beautiful in the sun. Girls weave garlands of all sizes with tender hands, some around their necks, some on their shoulders, some on their heads, and some don't dress themselves up beautifully around their waists, as lovely as the Seven Fairies.
Autumn is coming before you know it, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The earth changed into golden autumn clothes to welcome autumn. In the field, farmers' uncles are busy harvesting various crops: corn, cotton, sweet potatoes and so on. They are so busy that even their children come to help. In the orchard, fruit farmers began to pick apples, pears, persimmons and other fruits. Their faces are filled with the joy of harvest. In the field, the children are busy playing hide and seek. This is a good place to hide and seek. Tall straw can hide them, and it is difficult to find them. Children's cheerful laughter and the sound of playing games rang out in the field. The red and green lights are on. Life in winter is also very interesting. Snowflakes are falling all over the sky, and the earth is made of powder and jade. A group of children happily came to the snow to make a snowman. Some have snowball fights; Some throw snowballs; Some ski; Laughter almost shook the snow on the tree.
Country life is really beautiful and unforgettable.
I drive through several villages on my way to and from school every day. In my impression, a few years ago, the dust was flying and there were many engineering vehicles coming and going. Excavators and garbage trucks often appear. When it rains, it becomes dirtier and more chaotic here, and there are often traffic jams. I don't like driving through here because these bumpy gravel roads often upset my stomach. I asked my mother, "What are we doing here?" My mother smiled and said, "I heard that these villages are going to be transformed into beautiful countryside ..."
As the days go by, we still pass through these villages every day. Gradually, gradually, I see that this village is undergoing a little change ... engineering vehicles are still coming and going, but my stomach seems to be no longer uncomfortable. After the demolition of the chaotic houses, the road has become wider than before; Many neat and beautiful green plants were planted on the roadside; The original messy exterior wall of the farmer's house was changed to red, just like a small red house with foreign flavor, which looks so beautiful; The river at the entrance of the village is crystal clear, cruise ships pass leisurely, and the plants on the shore are more beautiful.
Last year, beautiful countryside's environmental transformation was completed, attracting more and more tourists to visit and watch. Look! Beautiful aunts and sisters took photos happily among the flowers with cameras! In the golden rice field in the distance, the teacher is drawing and sketching with the students! The brushes in their hands kept dancing, painting all the beautiful scenery of beautiful countryside vividly. Several grandfathers and grandmothers took a leisurely walk on the garden path and praised the changes in beautiful countryside in recent years: "The countryside is so nice! The government spent money to repair the exterior wall of our home decoration, repair the roads in the village and plant so many flowers and plants in the village. We are enjoying a happy era! "
The changes in beautiful countryside have also changed the lifestyle of the villagers. In the past, adults used to watch TV at home except doing farm work in the fields. Since the slogan of "national health" was put forward, some fitness equipment has been installed in the park in the village, and plastic runways have been built on the roads and fields in the village. More and more grandparents like to come to the park to dance square dance and exercise their muscles. My uncles and aunts also began to like sports, running and fitness. This year, the village also held the second country marathon! More than 300 athletes gathered in beautiful countryside, ran across village roads and fields, crossed bridges and flowing water, and ran in front of farmers' houses, feeling the beautiful scenery of beautiful countryside all the way.
Beautiful countryside, a good life! I expect my hometown will get better and better, and everyone's face will be filled with happy and satisfied smiles!
My country is a beautiful and warm place, where there are green mountains, green waters and wild flowers, as well as towering buildings and green rice fields.
In the early morning, there is smoke from cooking stoves in every house, and occasionally a few birds and planes fly by in the blue sky. Flocks of ducks are playing happily in the river. A ray of warm sunshine broke through the clouds and shone into my study through the window. In an instant, the room was full of vitality. Sunshine is golden, like spreading a layer of gold on the earth. People who just finished breakfast began to enjoy the "sunshine bath", soaked in a cup of fragrant tea, lay in the sun, basked in the sun, and chatted with friends: "The air in the morning is really fresh!" "Yes, we do have a good place here!" The beautiful scenery in the forest in the morning is endless. In spring, there are many flowers in the Woods. Walking into the Woods, you will really feel that "the wild fragrance is rich, and the clouds are lingering in the good wood season." Sunlight shines into the Woods through the cracks in the leaves, and small dust swings her slender waist in the sun, which is graceful. Birds are also in the tree with Qin, and the floret audience is sitting on the grass applauding. At first glance, it looks like a small mountain band. The sun is rising and the temperature is getting higher and higher.
"Have lunch!" Aunt Li, a neighbor, invited her son to dinner, and his son responded, "I finished drinking at Xiaogang's house!" " "People in our country are still very enthusiastic. As long as you stay in a family for a while, the host will definitely keep you for dinner. After lunch, it's time for people to rest and have fun. The villagers are busy playing mahjong and looking at the crops in the fields.
In the evening, the sun also went down, leaving only "radiant light" on the hillside, and the bird flew back to its mother's arms. It's late at night, the country is quiet, and the stars are asleep. Only a few dogs are still barking, as if defending my hometown.
In fact, people in many cities now yearn for this kind of life, carefree and unrestrained. What is important is less pollution, fresh air, fewer cars and less noise. When you open your eyes, you can see the green mountains and green waters around you. Speaking of cities, there are many large factories that emit a lot of industrial wastewater and waste gas every day, polluting water and air. Moreover, after all, cities do not have rural freedom, and they rarely visit their homes. Even their neighbors don't know them very well. They are bored at home every day and occasionally go shopping and watch TV. At night, the traffic horn makes it difficult to sleep, which completely disrupts people's rest and work.
As the society is not particularly developed now, it is really difficult to combine development with environmental protection. When clean energy is widely used, I believe our city will be better.
Perhaps rural life is another life that some city people yearn for!
Composition 4 on the topic of rural life always says that we children living in cities live a naked life and cannot make ends meet. This time, we should experience the lives of children. So my second aunt and I lived a colorful life in her hometown Luzhou.
In the countryside, we were shocked by the blue sky, green bamboo forests and crystal clear streams. Groups of people strolled leisurely on the banks of the river, leading them to giggle and feed, swimming freely in the river, and the white geese swaggered around in front of the hospital, just like patrolling their own territory ... Everything in front of them constituted a beautiful watercolor painting. I stared at this beautiful picture and soon arrived at my destination.
After having a rest in the pavilion covered with creepers at the back of the house, my uncle took me and me to the field and taught us to pick corn. Looking at the corn a little taller than us, Qi Xin and I worked together, "One, two, three!" " After the corn was pulled out, my brother and I sat on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. Undaunted, we continued to pull corn. In a blink of an eye, the sun has risen above our heads, and we are sweating, but we have also harvested a large basket of fresh corn. Everyone went back to the house, and my aunt magically turned the corn we picked into a plate of delicious corn grains, which became delicious on the table. Everyone is eating the fruits of their own labor, and their hearts are extremely happy.
In the afternoon, we went fishing by the pond. My father and I never catch fish, and I gradually lose patience. Looking at my brother's happy smiling face and a basket full of lively fish, I am even more worried. When I was about to brush my clothes away, my father said earnestly, "Fishing is a very patient thing. You must have a tenacious will and indomitable spirit to do anything!" " On the surface, this sentence is dad talking to himself, but it is actually addressed to me. I thought about it and found it reasonable, so I immediately put this stupid idea behind me, sat back by the pond, picked up the fishing rod and continued fishing. After many troubles, I finally got something.
In the evening, we made the fish caught in the afternoon into a dish in dinner, and our mouths were full of oil. Even my second aunt said that our own cooking is much more delicious than the restaurant! After dinner, we reluctantly bid farewell to this desirable country. I said silently in my heart, "country, you are so beautiful." I will definitely come back to see you next time! " "
This life experience in the countryside not only brought me fun, but also made me understand that the food that farmers' uncles bought hard every day was hard-won. We should cherish every grain of food, and at the same time let me understand that we should be patient in everything and not be discouraged!
Composition 5 on the topic of rural life Tired body and footsteps are hoarse, and the stairs in the dark corridor are still silent. The dust on the windowsill has sealed off the outside world and has an indecent and dim color. Today, my sky seems a little gloomy, and my heart is beginning to turn yellow like the fallen leaves this season. Inadvertently, my thoughts drifted to another country life. Quiet and serene, carefree and fascinated. There, grandpa, who often appears in the dream paradise under the apple tree in the yard, enjoys himself with crutches and tells the past when he was young, in which he humorously "misses the past"; The apple came into the nose and came to the ancient slate street bridge where the horseshoe stepped. In the deep lane in the morning, someone is praying, and the beautiful rhyming poems echo the running water beside the stream, revealing the message of happiness. The stream is cool and naughty, with silvery white waves romanticizing the girls' feet and ankles. Smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up. I'm afraid grandma is already cooking! You have to send the forked fish back quickly. So there was another burst of laughter on the table. The smell of the ancient wooden table adds a bit of interest to this country life and a bit of red to the brick wall, which is the most proud place for simple country children. Every time the neighbors come here to talk about this, the sincere smile can no longer be hidden, but it is more sincere because of that childlike innocence!
In the countryside at night, there is no noise of city streets, no colorful entertainment places, and no busyness and worry of those who get up early and get greedy for the dark. Only this leisurely, refreshing and pure heart secretly lights up. It is this carefree ease that makes me yearn for another kind of country life, so much so that I even hate today's "enrichment", because this "enrichment" makes me feel empty, and emptiness is like a bottomless pit, which I can't fill, so that my youth is like a drip bottle hanging overhead, passing away clean drop by drop. And the hesitation in the confused years can only make people constantly explore the tortuous course of the soul and find their own spiritual comfort.
Reach out and open the window to touch the outside world, but the fingertips touch only the cold. A yawn knocks the dream over, just like a drop of water falling into the soil, infiltrating into the soil, disappearing, and then disappearing. The lingering sound of a sigh collides back and forth in the corridor, making you frown and walk into the classroom, as if it were reality. The students on duty clean the blackboard and chalk up and down. White powder fell on shoulders and hair, shining with pure white light in the sun. Only to find that the blackboard is still the original color, the sky is still so clear, and the earth is still turning. Isn't this "country life"? Keep the darkness in the corridor, and one day the sun will shine on it, and I will wait for this pure land in this sky.
So, at this moment, I am relieved.
In my memory, there are bluestone paths, old houses with white walls and black tiles, rhubarb dog, neighbors' houses, bat caves on Baiyao Mountain, and many birds standing on branches "singing folk songs". I don't know what they are singing, but I know they are happy.
Holidays, took me to my hometown. When I got to my hometown, I dug bamboo shoots with a hoe, and I went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables. I have a small basket with a pair of scissors in it. Grandma is holding a big basket with a pair of scissors in it. Grandma also brought a small hoe and planned to dig bamboo shoots by the roadside. Our neighbor rhubarb dog also went with us. It always runs in front of me and stops to wag its tail at me from time to time.
We can see wild vegetables from time to time on the road, so my grandma and I squatted down to cut them, and rhubarb dog jumped around. In this way, we stopped and cut while walking. Soon, we came to a field where there was a large piece of Malantou in the grass. Grandma and I gave up guerrilla warfare and went down to the fields to start a protracted war. Suddenly, I saw many big leaves I didn't know. Grandma said, "That's radish leaves." I ran to brush away the leaves. Haha, a big radish sticks out half a "small head". I grabbed the radish leaves and pulled them out, but the big radish did not move. It seems that I have to use tools. I had a brainwave, took a small hoe from my grandmother and dug around the radish carefully. Rhubarb dog also came to watch the fun, barking from time to time, as if cheering for me.
I dug up the soil around the radish and pulled it out with all my strength. When I saw it, it was really a big guy, as big as a ball. I want to fill the hole left by the radish, so I use a hoe to pull out the soil around me, and some of the soil that I can't pull out is in my hand. I picked up a handful of dirt and suddenly saw a twisted earthworm inside, ah! With a scream, I threw the dirt away. Looks like it's not easy to pull out radish. I picked up the hard-won radish and came to the stream. I washed it carefully. The washed radish is white and fat, and the water drops on it shine in the sun. I thought to myself, this radish is really exquisite.
Grandma is carrying a basket of wild vegetables, and I am carrying a big radish to go home. At this time, grandpa also came down from the mountain. We walked on the mountain road, watching the sun shed from the bamboo forest, as if we had scattered broken gold all over the floor. Rhubarb dog playfully chased the mottled spots, and the sun shone on it warmly. ...
Life in memory is so beautiful.