Good words, good sentences and good paragraphs about pastoral scenery

Excerpts of good words:

Lakes and mountains, wild grass everywhere, lots of people, sparse green grass The trees are high and the forests are dense.

Life is quiet, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Cows and horses are fat, and horses are strong. Green mountains are green.

Excerpts of good sentences and paragraphs:

1. 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 tallest and fastest.

2. 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!

3. In the deep bushes, there are occasionally a few hidden. A big orange pumpkin, you will trip over them if you are not careful. "Ouch!" What hurt my hand? It turned out that a brown chestnut grew in a shell full of spikes, and it was its shell that was attacking me just now. I gently took it off and thought: If any classmate is disobedient in the future, I will use this to prick him! Hehe!

4. After breakfast, someone seemed to be giving instructions silently. Regardless of whether they were young or old, they all walked out of their homes with shining silver sickles, 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.

5. Nearby, big trees stand upright and raise their heads. The dense leaves show a trace of sunlight, and they are particularly full of life. 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 bursts of aroma will surely make you intoxicated.

6. 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. Dancing fragrance...

7. 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 Dao Hui lowered his head, bending the rice straw. The dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining brightly under the sunlight, like countless pearls.

8. 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".

9. 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.

10. 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 towards the sky. Oh, it turns out there is a farmer cooking. !

11. 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.

12. 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 are paired together. The tender little hands, with cheerful stanzas, began to read the wind in a rhythm.

13. 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.

14. 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!

15. After lunch, the rain stopped and the sky became a little brighter. The breeze is blowing gently, and the unique coolness of summer is slowly coming. The coolness of the summer sun excites all things. Flowers, grass, and crops gradually straighten up. The elves in the world also become active, and the world is filled with the breath of life.

16. The hot summer is here, and it is 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, which brings people coolness. The little frogs in the field screamed "croak", and the cucumbers also climbed up the scaffolding, like children swinging on a swing.

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 hiss, and the faint rustle of the leaves in the breeze. It adds to the vividness and liveliness of this sonata. They work together skillfully and have been reverberating over the countryside~

18. When the harvest season comes, the rice in the field has matured, and the waves of rice are gently caressed by the wind. With. Walking on the path in the countryside, I can't help but think about it; the branches and leaves are intertwined on the orange trees, and the orange lanterns are smiling happily; the emerald sugar canes in the distance are like a row of neat soldiers, maybe this is It is the symbol of the strong and unyielding farmer uncle. Looking back, the golden patches made me dizzy, but I was still happy because it was the precursor of a good harvest. I believe this winter will be even more beautiful.

19. When the diary of the seasons is opened, this spring is the pure and flawless title page of this collection of poems. It has already been urged by three or five chirping birds, and one or two peach blossoms make 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 elegance 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.

20. 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.