After the rain, the air in Yuan Ye is particularly fresh, the spring in the south of the Yangtze River is particularly bright, and the fragrance of rape flowers and Chinese milk vetch flowers comes to the nose; Bees buzzed as my guide, and butterflies danced as if welcoming guests.
On the Yuan Ye, smiling corn, cat's waist-high rice, hairy cotton, and red sorghum all danced happily in the rustling autumn wind, just like the guests attending the wedding.
Autumn fields
There is a precocious stick by the river, and a foot-long stick is hung on the dry yellow straw. The beard of the stick has dried up and the leaves of the stick have dried up. It seems to be broken in a few days.
Late-maturing sticks are arranged in a square array. On the tall straw, there are two big sticks hanging on one side, and the red stick is proudly stuck. The breeze blew, and Zhan Qing's green stick leaves rustled, making a rustling sound, as if to say: I have grown up! I have grown up!
Next to it, several rows of ridge sorghum blushed. The leaves at the roots of sorghum have been torn off by farmers, leaving only a few pairs of leaves at the waist holding red sorghum ears to meet the morning sunshine. The dummy used by farmers to scare sparrows stood majestically, while sparrows stood on the dummy's bald head and looked around. This reminds me of an old uncle's mantra: I'm not afraid of larks playing.
In the sorghum field, there are clusters of soybeans and clusters of Huang Cancan pods. Hairy bean leaves with yellow edges. Autumn insects are hiding in it, chirping.
Peanuts are everywhere, and people are squatting in it without a trace. The oval peanut leaves are yellowish and the thick branches are not green. The roots at the bottom of peanut seedlings are exposed, and some are stuck in the soil. There are small green horns hanging on the exposed roots. You can see them without digging up the dirt. Roots buried in the soil must be covered with white fat peanut horns. Peanut is the main crop here, and the cost of food and clothing at home depends on the money it gets! An old farmer is leaning over his peanut seedling. Rough hands gently rubbed Ye Er's peanuts, and his face was full of joy of harvest. The sweet potato seedlings crawling on the ground are the most vibrant, and the branches and vines climb forward with their heads held high. But its planting area is very small. The farmers just planted a few trees in the corner to give the children a rare tooth sacrifice.
Not far from the jujube forest, red winter jujubes are covered with branches. Winter dates the size of table tennis are round and lovely. Next to the vineyard are colorful, sweet and green Fuji grapes, crystal clear rose-scented grapes, and bright purple Kyoho grapes-ah! What a charming autumn scenery!
August is the golden season. The lark in the sky is singing, and the field is autumn. Walking in this golden field, how can you not make people happy!
The fields in autumn are heavy. In this fruity season, as long as you walk into the countryside, you will be intoxicated by the rich autumn rhyme.
The field in autumn is a pleasing picture, with blue sky, white clouds and high sky. Under the vast sky, except the hills, even the roads are golden yellow. This is a secluded place where people can daydream. Here, people even feel that their lives are melting into the splendor of autumn bit by bit, and their thoughts are also rippling. Life is so magnificent, everything is so beautiful and rich, and the charm of natural colors is everywhere.
Walking in the country, I love this depressing but arrogant season too much. There are no high-rise buildings blocking the line of sight, no bustling traffic, no cheating workplace struggles, only some autumn insects whispering, occasionally a few autumn leaves falling, and the rest are quiet.
Walking in the fields full of autumn, my thoughts will dance with the mountains and scenery, and these birds will listen to the autumn insects. I can't help but let my mood fly wildly, crossing the ravine of annual rings, as if I were much younger.
In the autumn evening, the milky smoke was twisted into a long ribbon by the gentle breeze, which curled across the wild fields, and the countryside became a lyrical oil painting with wonderful artistic conception. In this painting, there are not many signs of depression, only a magnificent harvest is felt.
Classics, like newly brewed wine, exude fragrance on the earth. The round sunset glow half contains the western hills, and the sunset glow sets the mountains into a charming circle of Phnom Penh, which seems to tell people that although there are no valleys full of flowers and green Woods in autumn, it presents a scene of spring flowers and autumn fruits.
It is about a sport full of gains. A group of geese flew overhead singing evening songs, and their neat wings drew several beautiful arcs in the air, writing a series of thought-provoking sighs for this autumn field.
Autumn has come, leaves have fallen, and autumn is crisp and fruitful. How charming! Looking at the fields in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the most beautiful and attractive is the autumn fields.
In the hole below, the rice is ripe and golden, as if someone had spread a thick layer of gold on the ground. The autumn wave shakes the ear of rice, making the heavy ear of rice swing rhythmically, as if the golden mountain is sliding. Wind and waves are like moving music.
A section of road is covered with trees on both sides. Wearing a cotton-padded coat in summer and a blouse in winter has lost a lot of weight. A gust of wind blows, leaves fall down one after another, red, yellow and flowery ... like a fairy scattering flowers, and like thousands of colorful butterflies flying in the air.
Looking up at the sky, I saw a flock of geese flying from the north and flying far away to the south. They lined up neatly, changing the lineup and flying in the air. One is Chinese characters, the other is adult characters, and the other is big characters. ...
On the hillside, an ear of sorghum stands proudly. Autumn wind blows, they are like handfuls of victory torches, shaking happily.
Ah, the fields in autumn are really beautiful! I like the fields in autumn.
1. It is the mature season of lotus. Lotus is in full bloom, and the lotus field in the field is shining with golden light. Clusters of lotus flowers are blooming, some are in bud, and some are blooming like a shy girl. A full lotus flower.
2. Lotus leaves are as big as a millstone, some stretch like umbrellas, and some water drops on the lotus leaves are like lovers' tears, and some are scattered into tiny broken beads, rolling around on the lotus leaves.
3. Blinking with gorgeous brilliance, from a distance, against the surrounding green hills and red sunset clouds, lotus flowers are like clouds of red clouds and layers of Danxia. Looking at the endless lotus field makes people feel like entering a fairyland.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
9. Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. We woke up, but we knew that we were made for each other, and we couldn't refuse the crowd. Although the noisy and expanding crowd is sometimes so suffocating and depressing, we can't turn around and leave the crowd completely. We love each other.
10. Sorrow is calm in my heart, like the evening in the silent forest.
1 1. Born as a man, you can't refuse people. Although the noisy crowd is sometimes so suffocating and depressing, we can't turn around and leave the crowd completely.
12. When the gorgeous leaves are gone, the thread of life is clearly visible. Is our love as clear, brave and strong as the branches in the northern winter? We are all in the water town, and our years are like water, like water.
13. Love is on the left and sympathy is on the right. Walk on both sides of life, sow and blossom at any time. After a long journey, decorate it with fragrant flowers, so that pedestrians who shuttle between leaves will not feel pain when they step on thorns. I have tears to shed, but I am not sad.
14. I read and reread with tears in my eyes, but I have to admit that Youth is a book that is too hasty. Just like us, knowing that it is painful, we will still make wedding dresses for youth with trembling hands. Watching helplessly, tears will gradually blur our eyes and drop by drop.
15. Flowers are the same, but not the same as flowers. Dropped cores will be scattered all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch.