1. The pastoral morning is so beautiful, exuding the fragrance of earth. The grass drinks the sweetness of the dewdrops, the birds chirp and sing happy songs, and the sleepy malts are gently awakened one by one. After careful trimming by the farmer friends - watering, fertilizing, and weeding, they form pairs. The tender little hands, with cheerful stanzas, began to read the wind in a rhythm.

2. The first to become happy in the countryside were the group of amphibious friends. The washing of rain and the accumulation of water make it easier for them to bathe and swim, so they become happy. While cleaning themselves, they sing loudly. The loud singing sounds come from under every corn plant and under every crop leaf. Next to each pool of puddles, fine ripples of cow hair pass by, breaking through the vast green gauze screen, echoing among the vast green mountains and white clouds, but millions of voices invariably converge into a heart-stirring melody - — "Gu-quack--" "Gu-quack--". The song goes straight up to the sky, resounds throughout the sky, lingers in the heart, and makes people deeply intoxicated by the rhythm of this pastoral harvest tune.

3. I carried a small bamboo basket, humming a ditty, and shuttled between the fruit trees. Suddenly, a big, round apple broke into my eyes. In the blink of an eye, it was "lying" in the palm of my hand. It shines like a ruby ??and exudes an alluring fragrance. The glutton in my stomach has long been growling. I couldn't wait to rub it on my body twice, then took a big bite, and the sweet apple juice went straight to my throat. It's so cool!

4. The newly sprouted grass is whispering to the spring breeze! The spring breeze blows, and there are bursts of laughter and laughter, and some people are humming the tunes of the water town! The shepherd boy on the back of the cow Singing melodious water songs loudly, the air is filled with a strong flavor of waterside folk songs. "Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, bringing thousands of pear blossoms to the trees." After one night, all kinds of trees were in full bloom with flowers. The flowers were in full bloom and emitted bursts of fragrance. The flowers were so beautiful, so fragrant, and so tender! Swarms of bees were buzzing under the flowers. , they are busy flying to collect honey, they are brewing a sweet new life, so cute! When the wind blows, the flowers, grass, and seedlings sway together, just like actors dancing in the applause. “Everywhere you look is beautiful, and everything you see is a garden.” The spring in the waterside countryside is a sea of ??flowers and a world of flowers.

5. The boundless desert in Xinjiang makes people feel cold; the rippling blue sea water in Hainan makes people feel empty; the World Horticultural Expo Park in Kunming, the spring city, makes people feel dry and depressed; the scenery is picturesque Zhangjiajie National Forest Geopark in Hunan makes people feel depressed and stuffy. I like to travel around the mountains and rivers. I have traveled to eight provinces in China and personally experienced the natural scenery of each place. I want to say from the bottom of my heart: Our water towns and countryside are still beautiful! Not to mention the golden waves of wheat and rice fields in the golden autumn. The beautiful pastoral scenery in spring is enough to make you fascinated...

6. Overnight, all the standing rice fell asleep on the ground, like a carpet. The fields became very wide. After a few days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and the field turned green. Ah, it turns out to be green wheat seedlings, much like green grass. The wheat leaves are thin, long, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew and compete to grow, as if they are competing to see who can grow the fastest.

7. The corresponding interesting pictures are the distant mountains as vigorous as black under the deep blue sky, the vast cornfields in their embrace, the green trees on the fields and edges of the fields, and the green trees in the fields. Like a jade belt, it floats into the road deep in the green tent... But the picture is not static and monotonous: the corns are waving to each other, swaying and dancing, the big trees are gently tapping in harmony on the rustling ground, and the sky is full of Dragonflies are cruising leisurely, and occasionally the silhouette of a bird glides across the blue sky... This three-dimensional picture! This beautiful picture!

8. In the morning, the white color of fish belly has just appeared in the east, and everything is foggy. , as if covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze, the earth is still sleeping, and crystal dewdrops are rolling on the beautiful little faces of the flowers. "Cuckoo--" a rooster crows several times, the cuckoo's cry of "cuckoo, cuckoo" becomes louder, the bird chirps "chirp", and an oriole stands on the branch and opens its voice. Singing beautiful songs, the quiet country road suddenly became lively: students went straight to school in small groups; birds chirped and chatted; the creek tinkled and sang songs, forming a wonderful spring atmosphere. Morning Song; Father-in-law Sun showed his smiling face and spread the golden sunshine over the entire countryside. In such a season, it is even more fun to walk in the countryside and experience the spring scenery attentively!

9. After breakfast, it seems that someone is commanding silently, whether young or old, everyone Involuntarily, they walked out of the house with shining silver sickles in hand, hurried to the fields, and began to harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and soaked their clothes, and they didn't even bother to wipe it away. The sound of "click, click, click" merged into a pastoral symphony. This sound is so beautiful and joyful. You see, the soybeans poked their round little heads out of the pods, looking out, as if they were also admiring the harvest.

10. How beautiful the waterside countryside is. The spring countryside is so beautiful! As long as you savor it carefully and feel the spring pastoral scenery with your heart, you will definitely be nostalgic and forget to leave. It is no wonder that Tao Yuanming, a famous hermit in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, gave up his official career and lived in seclusion in the countryside, cultivating his fields, and living a leisurely pastoral life without fighting against the world.

11. Although the houses at the foot of the hillside are short, they are well-proportioned and have a unique flavor! Wisps of smoke rise from the roof of one house, like a white dragon flying toward the sky. Oh, it turns out there is a farmer cooking. !

12. If you go for a walk in the summer evening, you will often see people in the countryside having dinner. They moved the tables, chairs and food in front of the door, and ate as much as they could. The red clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze, and the returning birds flying overhead are all their friends. Together with the country people, they form a natural and harmonious natural landscape painting.

13. Early in the morning, I walked on the tree-lined path, and the fresh air made me feel relaxed and happy. Passing through the weeds covered with small thorns, a vast orchard unfolds in front of us. The red apples are like children's smiling faces, bending the branches. Each yellow pear is like a small lantern, hanging on the treetops. The handfuls of rice are like Olympic torches. When the wind blows, the rice ears sway from side to side, setting off golden "waves".

14. In the early morning, there is a vast expanse of white everywhere, and a gauze-like mist envelopes the fields, as if giving the final moisture to the rice. The sun came out, and the eyes were golden. The plump Daohui lowered his head and bent the rice stalks. The dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining brightly under the sunlight, like countless pearls.

15. There are gorgeous flowers, fresh grass, warm sunshine, and gurgling streams. The fragrance of flowers mixed with the faint aroma of earth is brewing in the air; the afternoon sun shines through the dense layers of leaves and turns into sparkling spots on the ground; three or two little birds stand on the branches and sing their melodious songs; the blue sky is ever-changing. floating clouds; tall straight trees standing beside the road, bringing a touch of coolness to people in the summer heat. At this time, I was lying on the grass beside the stream, enjoying the perfect combination of man and nature: I heard the smoke rising from the mountains in the evening; I saw the subtle sound of flowers blooming on the treetops; I felt the peach blossoms blowing in the wind. The dancing fragrance...

16. Nearby, big trees stand straight and raise their heads. The dense leaves show a trace of sunlight, and their life is particularly strong. From a distance, these trees look like mighty soldiers, protecting every flower and grass here. The grass is extremely green, and there are drops of dew on the head, which looks crystal clear and sparkling under the scorching sun. The grass is like an elegant dancer, dancing in the breeze, the dance is graceful and charming. In the distance, the flowers are competing. Come and take a look! There are so many types of flowers, just like the countless stars in the sky. The red ones are like fire, the white ones are like snow, the pink ones are like clouds, and the yellow ones are golden. They are extremely beautiful. The aroma will hit your nostrils and will surely make you intoxicated.

17. In addition to the frog drums, there are one or two crisp cicada chirps interspersed with it, as well as the occasional unknown insect hissing, and the faint rustle of the leaves in the breeze. It adds to the liveliness and liveliness of this sonata. They work together skillfully and have been echoing over the countryside...

18. After eating and drinking, my mother and I came to the towering bamboo forest again. The bamboo daddy on the side, the bamboo The mother sings beautiful lullabies to help the baby fall asleep quickly and grow up quickly. Deep in the bamboo forest, we rode mountain bikes on steep mountain roads. What a verdant ocean. People in the sea of ??bamboos look particularly energetic, and cars in the sea of ??bamboos look particularly brand-new.

19. On the lawn, the grass poked its head out and breathed the fresh air. Flowers are also blooming, including peonies, impatiens, cockscombs, and dahlias. They are dressed in season and bloom in order. They are simple but a bit gorgeous, showing a unique farmhouse scenery. Look at the white sheep, leisurely and contented.

20. After enjoying the scenery along the way, I came to the crystal clear stream again and breathed in the fresh air of the wilderness. The grass here is soft and elastic, very comfortable, and more fun than the trampoline in the city. Lying on it, it feels like there is a layer of soft wool under your body. I felt a little thirsty, so I took a sip of river water. A sweet and refreshing taste soon penetrates the heart from the tip of the tongue. There are also bright peach blossoms blooming by the river, and from time to time plump mandarin fish jump out of the water, perform a beautiful "dragon tail swing" in the air, and then jump into the water in a beautiful arc. It's really "peach blossoms and flowing water, mandarin fish fat"! These three beautiful scenery constitute a natural and harmonious pastoral landscape painting.

21. In the field, the rice fields are peacefully absorbing the new rain that fell the night before yesterday, and the thriving corn seedlings are exercising their increasingly thick waists in the sunshine and wind. Various fruits, hidden among the branches and leaves, examine the countryside with a smile.

22. The corresponding interesting pictures are the distant mountains as vigorous as black under the deep blue sky, the vast cornfields in their embrace, the green trees on the fields and edges of the fields, and the green trees in the fields. Like a jade belt, it floats into the road deep in the green tent... But the picture is not static and monotonous: the corns are waving to each other, swaying and dancing, the big trees are gently tapping in harmony on the rustling ground, and the sky is full of Dragonflies are cruising leisurely, and occasionally the silhouette of a bird glides across the blue sky... This three-dimensional picture! This beautiful picture!

23. Walking on the paths between the countryside and neighbors, the farmers in the fields Hard work, family happiness under the purple wisteria in front of the door, the warmth of visiting the countryside to chat about home life, the leisure of fishing quietly by the pond, I can't help but be deeply moved by the indifference under the spring light, and I can't help but lower my eyebrows He bowed his head and laughed softly.

24. Overnight, all the standing rice fell asleep on the ground, like a carpet. The fields became very wide. After a few days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and the field turned green. Ah, it turns out to be green wheat seedlings, much like green grass. The wheat leaves are thin, long, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew and compete to grow, as if they are competing to see who can grow the fastest.

25. I carried a small bamboo basket, humming a ditty, and shuttled between the fruit trees. Suddenly, a big, round apple broke into my eyes. In the blink of an eye, it was "lying" in the palm of my hand. It shines like a ruby ??and exudes an alluring fragrance. The glutton in my stomach has long been growling. I couldn't wait to rub it on my body twice, then took a big bite, and the sweet apple juice went straight to my throat. So cool!

26. When the diary of the season is opened, this spring is the pure and flawless title page of this collection of poems. It has already sounded the song of birds three or five times, and one or two peach blossoms have made spring. In the poem, there is the mighty spring thunder after the accumulation and gestation of the long cold winter; there is the spring breeze that quietly cuts through the accumulated winter clouds, cutting out thousands of green silk strips, and the enchanting peach blossoms thousands of miles away; there is the spring breeze that carries a wisp of peach blossoms. Alluring freshness, wrapped in a graceful figure, revealing a bit of elegant charm, and a bit of shyness. Weaving a bit of poetry between the sky and the earth, weaving a bit of hazy spring rain. They describe the rural pastoral vividly. All the crops sprout new buds and bloom flowers, attracting countless hard-working bees to collect nectar, and paint the spring pastoral into a colorful painting.

27. In addition to the frog drums, there are one or two crisp cicada chirpings interspersed with it, as well as the occasional unknown insect hissing, and the faint rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze. It adds to the liveliness and liveliness of this sonata. They work together skillfully and have been reverberating over the countryside...

28. There are no rich and elegant peonies in the countryside, no pure white magnolias. Roadside and field ridges are clustered or scattered with unknown flowers. The famous little flower, each long and short meridians, each large and small petals, contains a shy complex.

29. The pastoral morning is so beautiful, exuding the fragrance of earth. The grass drinks the sweetness of the dewdrops, the birds chirp and sing happy songs, and the sleepy malts are gently awakened one by one. After careful trimming by the farmer friends - watering, fertilizing, and weeding, they form pairs. The tender little hands, with cheerful stanzas, began to read the wind in a rhythm.

30. In the early morning, I walked on the tree-lined path, and the fresh air made me feel relaxed and happy. Passing through the weeds covered with small thorns, a vast orchard unfolds in front of us. The red apples are like children's smiling faces, bending the branches. Each yellow pear is like a small lantern, hanging on the treetops. The handfuls of rice are like Olympic torches. When the wind blows, the rice ears sway from side to side, setting off golden "waves".

31. If you go for a walk in the summer evening, you will often see people in the countryside having dinner. They moved the tables, chairs and food in front of the door, and ate as much as they could. The red clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze, and the returning birds flying overhead are all their friends. Together with the country people, they form a natural and harmonious natural landscape painting.

32. The crisp chirping of birds wakes up the sleeping earth and villages. They clean up the depression left by the cold winter and decorate spring with flowers. In ink, they are fresh and peaceful.

33. Look at the sky, at the wandering clouds, at the scenery on the roadside, let your thoughts run wildly in the vast sky, and let your tired heart rest in this pure land. You can't live too soberly, but it's okay to indulge your freedom of thought occasionally.

34. The village is like an uneven white building block on the vast snowfield.

35. The small rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around the endless green fields. In the distance, there are huts with simple shapes and harmonious colors, creating a beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!

36: The seat of Huanglong Township Government is a small market town in a mountainous area, which is quite distinctive. The main residents in the township are Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in terms of housing construction, food, etc. However, their daily customs still maintain the habits of the Han people, forming a relatively unique folk custom. public sentiment. If tourists visit local farmhouses, they will usually receive warm hospitality, taste butter tea, drink a bowl of green tree wine, and then ride on the owner's tall horse to visit the mountain pastures, where they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here.

37: In addition to the frog drums, there are one or two crisp cicada chirps interspersed with it, as well as the occasional unknown insect hissing, and the faint rustle of the leaves in the breeze. It adds to the liveliness and liveliness of this sonata. They work together skillfully and have been echoing over the countryside...

38: The golden wheat is ripe, and the heavy ears of wheat have bent the waist of the wheat stalks. However, this wheat The stalks still maintain the point of "politeness". Look, they are "bowing and saying hello" to you! You can tell by looking at that polite look: it turns out that Maizi also understands the word "politeness".

39: The hot summer is here, and it’s so hot that little loaches are scurrying around in the ditch. The fields are yellow and green, and look like a forest or a grassland from a distance, bringing people coolness.

The little frogs in the field screamed "croak", and the little cucumbers also climbed up the scaffolding, like children swinging on a swing.

40: When entering Huanghuachuan, I chase the green stream every time. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless. There is a lot of noise in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. My mind is already free, and the Qingchuan River is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

41: Jia Yi was relegated in three years, and his class surpassed Wanlihou. Like holding a white calf and drinking water from a clear stream.

42: After eating and drinking, my mother and I went to the towering bamboo forest. The bamboo father and bamboo mother sang beautiful lullabies beside them, so that the baby could fall asleep quickly and grow up quickly. . Deep in the bamboo forest, we rode mountain bikes on steep mountain roads. What a verdant ocean. People in the sea of ??bamboos look particularly energetic, and cars in the sea of ??bamboos look particularly brand-new.

43: Cold food during the trip, homesickness and tears in wet wipes. The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring. There is no reason to want to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting. There are so many people outing outside his suburbs.

44: The small rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around the endless green fields. In the distance, there are huts with simple shapes and harmonious colors, creating a beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!

45: After breakfast, someone seemed to be giving silent instructions. No matter young or old, they all walked out of the house with shining silver sickles, hurried to the fields, and started harvesting. Sweat flowed on their faces and soaked their clothes, and they didn't even bother to wipe it away. The sound of "click, click, click" merged into a pastoral symphony. This sound is so beautiful and joyful. You see, the soybeans poked their round little heads out of the pods, looking out, as if they were also admiring the harvest.

46: Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.

47: Summer is here, have you seen it? You must be very slandered: the peach tree next to the corner can no longer conceal its inner joy, showing its rich fruits in front of people . So big, so big, white and rosy. You may even feel the sweet juice of the fruit overflowing. Pick one and try it, it will make you feel "blessed" and convinced. Oh, by the way, don’t forget that there are bunches of shiny green, red and purple grapes hanging on it. These grapes seem to be blushing and too shy to hide their faces. You can only see this kind of situation after midsummer. What about autumn?

48: The gentle hillside is inlaid with patches of pink buckwheat fields, the roadside is paved with green highland barley land, and the fence made of logs follows the winding dirt road. Leading to the primitive forest in the distance, Tibetan-style stilted buildings are scattered along the roadside. In the light blue smoke of brewing milk tea, cattle and sheep appear and disappear... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval rural atmosphere.

49: Overnight, all the standing rice fell asleep on the ground, like a carpet. The fields became very wide. After a few days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and the field turned green. Ah, it turns out to be green wheat seedlings, much like green grass. The wheat leaves are thin, long, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew and compete to grow, as if they are competing to see who can grow the fastest.

50: After breakfast, someone seemed to be giving silent instructions. No matter young or old, they all walked out of the house with shining silver sickles, hurried to the fields, and started rush in the harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and soaked their clothes, and they didn't even bother to wipe it away. The sound of "click, click, click" merged into a pastoral symphony. This sound is so beautiful and joyful. You see, the soybeans poked their round little heads out of the pods, looking out, as if they were also admiring the harvest.