Cao Qingxue Qin's Dream of Red Mansions: the eighteenth chapter. Border (qí odd): a small planting area in rural areas. The general idea of these two sentences
Yes: in spring, a piece of green leek on the ridge of the field shows infinite vitality; In autumn, Fiona Fang has ten miles of fragrant rice, and a bumper harvest is in sight. In the Grand View Garden, Yuan Fei's mother-in-law has finished writing the plaque and ordered her siblings to write a poem each. Except Baoyu,
Titles Xiao Ting, Wu Heng and so on. When Daiyu finished the topic, she saw that Baoyu's conception was very bitter, so she changed it to the poem "Apricot Curtain in Sight", and the above two sentences came from this poem. This famous sentence captures the pastoral scenery such as spring leeks and autumn rice, and is marked with the words "green" and "fragrant"
It is a typical rural scenery, and it is especially rare to show a lofty artistic conception in familiarity. No wonder Yuan Fei was full of praise after reading it, and renamed "Huange Villa" as "Daoxiang Village". This famous saying still appears frequently today.
In the mouth of the literati, it can show the prosperity of the countryside.
A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin, a Manchu novelist in Qing Dynasty
Round lotus floating leaves, fine wheat falling light flowers. Famous sayings of pastoral scenery
2. The paragraphs describing the interesting things in the countryside are booming, the tulip fields are full of fragrance, and the windmills are turning leisurely! Is this a dream?
Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting!
Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass.
Surrounded by full of green, the green is amazing, the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... The rain falls from the sky and comes to the world in a subtle, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Touching the square inch of land gently, DOG loves all living things on the land.
Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.
However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.
3. pastoral scenery, people and things, such as: 1, followed by the back of the yard. There is a hill in the distance, rolling like a little dragon playing on the shore of the lake; Not far away, several big stones stuck to the ground between the green grass paved a winding path, and scattered peas and broad beans were planted between the green grass on both sides of the path; A few piles of soil slopes are covered with lovely little honeysuckle, and the fragrance is refreshing; There are three or five children chasing each other in the field. A little red face stared at us. Face covered with a layer of crystal sweat, like a blooming jasmine. There was a cry in the distance. I love the lake, I love rape, I love Metasequoia, and I love my home. That voice echoed in my ears for a long time.
2. Charming countryside, you are greeted by colorful, pure and beautiful flowers, such as peony, impatiens, cockscomb and dahlia. They are simple and somewhat gorgeous, showing a unique farm scenery. Sunlight is like a golden seed. Sunlight bathed the flowers, like covering them with a layer of golden gauze, and they stood in front of the door in colorful colors. Summer in the country is not as hot as that in the city.
Old people sit leisurely in rocking chairs under the table, shaking their swords; The children ran around the tree, sweating with fatigue; The women sat around and talked about some household words. On a quiet summer night, cricket sang a moving song, the wind blew through the treetops and made a rustling sound, and the river lowered its tone and gently accompanied the piano to form a euphemistic lullaby.
4. The paragraphs describing the interesting things in the countryside are booming, the tulip fields are full of fragrance, and the windmills are turning leisurely! Is this a dream? Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting! Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass. Green is amazing, the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... the rain falls from the sky, delicate, gentle, silent and even colorless.
Touching the square earth, Mo Mo loves all creatures on the earth. Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.
However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.
5. pastoral scenery, people and things, such as: 1, followed by the back of the yard. There is a hill in the distance, rolling like a little dragon playing on the shore of the lake; Not far away, several big stones stuck to the ground between the green grass paved a winding path, and scattered peas and broad beans were planted between the green grass on both sides of the path; A few piles of soil slopes are covered with lovely little honeysuckle, and the fragrance is refreshing; There are three or five children chasing each other in the field. A little red face stared at us. Face covered with a layer of crystal sweat, like a blooming jasmine. There was a cry in the distance. I love the lake, I love rape, I love Metasequoia, and I love my home. That voice echoed in my ears for a long time.
2. Charming countryside, you are greeted by colorful, pure and beautiful flowers, such as peony, impatiens, cockscomb and dahlia. They are simple and somewhat gorgeous, showing a unique farm scenery. Sunlight is like a golden seed. Sunlight bathed the flowers, like covering them with a layer of golden gauze, and they stood in front of the door in colorful colors.
Summer in the country is not as hot as that in the city. Old people sit leisurely in rocking chairs under the table, shaking their swords; children
The children ran around the tree, sweating with fatigue; The women sat around and talked about some household words. The abbreviation of Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region
On a quiet summer night, cricket sang a moving song, the wind blew through the treetops and made a rustling sound, and the river lowered its tone and gently accompanied the piano to form a euphemistic lullaby.
6. A short fishing night in the countryside Zhuo Yongqi had a beautiful and quiet summer night in Qinglong Vocational School.
Dense nebulae are like children's eyes, blinking, and sometimes seeing meteors, dragging their long tails and disappearing in an instant. At this time, most adults go to the riverbank to chat and enjoy the cool, and young people play interesting games in the moonlight. I have my fun-boating with my brother and fishing in the river.
There is an island in the river, and crops are planted on the island, which belongs to the people in our team, so we go fishing there. We put the boat under the small water beach, which is the place we choose during the day.
I punted off the net. I pulled the boat aside, and my brother took out the net from his pocket, untied the net and put it on the small spotted bamboo, tied a big foam on the net and threw it into the water.
The net sank into the water and the foam overflowed and floated on the water. I supported the boat to the other side, and the net gradually slipped into the water with the boat.
In this way, we got three nets. After laying the net, we lit the oil lamp on the bow and played chess.
Around, there is no sound at all, and even the sound of chess pieces moving will spread far away. The shallow beach in the distance makes a low "sound", as if whispering to you.
The boat rippled in the moonlight, and the fresh river wind blew, which was simply wonderful. Playing chess, time has passed more than an hour unconsciously, and it's time to close the net.
I supported the boat to the edge of the foam, and my brother grabbed the foam and lifted the net one by one, folding it one by one. At this time, I don't have to punt, and the boat moves slowly by the power of closing the net. I only shine a flashlight on my brother.
There are so many fish on the internet. They are all alive and kicking, and their tails are constantly flapping. There are Phoenix, string Queena Ding and silver carp, especially small carp and crucian carp.
Although these fish are small, they all taste first-class, and the meat is prickly and less. I am very happy. I didn't expect such a big gain.
After we got off the net again, we began to prepare dinner. Our dinner is very special-burning corn cob.
There are plenty on the island of corn cob. Let's collect firewood first, and then come down to the corn field in the faint moonlight, no matter whose corn it is, pull a few bags. Although it's "stealing", I'm not afraid at all, because we know that no one who owns a cornfield will swear because of a few bags of corn.
Dad Zhang's corn is cooked just right. I pulled six packs. By the time I came over, my brother had already set fire to it, burning red, and his face was flushed.
We fiddled with the fire, rummaged through the corn cob, burned it for a while, and buried it in the ember fire until the smell was overflowing. The corn cooked in this way is sweet and delicious
After eating corn, I came to the boat and closed the net again. After several times, I finally got off the net and went to bed.
Sleeping on a boat is like lying in a cradle. The waves hit the ship and made a slight thump, just like singing a lullaby. We soon fell asleep. The next morning, my brother and I went home with fish.
Dad Zhang saw it and said, "Sanwazi, did you pull my corn last night?" I said, "No, I pulled Aunt Zhang's. Yours is small and tender. Don't give it to me! " "Dad zhang came and pointed to my forehead and said," choke. "I made a face at him and put some fish in his little basket when he wasn't looking.