1, country, beauty is flowing. The country stream and the gurgling sound of running water turned into cheerful songs, which were written on fertile land. The stream is crystal clear, and you can see the sand and the cheerful fish at the bottom. On the shore, rows of weeping willows are reflected in the water, forming a beautiful picture. In summer, friends' happy laughter rippled in the stream, and the stream also smiled. Although friends are soaked to the skin, they are reluctant to leave the stream.
The countryside in the field is still beautiful. Running to the path near the field, the beautiful scenery of the field will flood into our eyes. Broccoli blossomed in the field, colorful, colorful, like many colorful elves, the wind blowing, colorful elves dancing happily, from a distance, like a colorful ocean, choppy. In autumn, the fields are full of harvest. The ears of rice are bent with laughter, the sorghum is red, the corn is covered with golden yarn and dancing in the field ... Look, the farmer's uncle is busy harvesting, and his face is still full of joy of harvest.
The night in the country is as soft as a lake and as weak as smoke. Moonlight fell from the sky like water and poured quietly on the farmhouse. Outside, frogs and insects buzzing in the field, "quack" and "buzz" sound one after another, wave after wave; There was a faint dog barking in the woodpile in the corner, "Wang Wang" twice, as if a rude savage suddenly interrupted a sentence, which made people feel surprised and unexpected; In the column, cows are eating grass, and a strong smell of cow dung mixed with forage overflows the countryside. Because the head keeps swinging, the cowbell under the neck makes a "jingle" sound; During the day, crops that have absorbed enough sunlight are also vigorously jointing and growing wildly, making the sound of "Baygaba".
In spring, I walked into the country and walked on the country road. Rhododendrons are everywhere. They are as red as fire. Peach blossom, pink as chardonnay; Pear, white as snow; All kinds of wild flowers are colorful and fragrant. On the high hills, mushrooms scrambled out of the soil after the rain and greedily sucked the milk of Mother Earth. Yuan Ye on the hillside is green and lush; In the paddy field where rice is about to be planted, the water color and the skylight complement each other, and it is bright and white everywhere; The cuckoo crows and the sky is foggy and rainy. The so-called old saying goes: the mountains and rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. Just entering the farmhouse, a rhubarb dog will meet you inadvertently, shaking his head and tail in front of you, and constantly making friendly and gentle barks. In front of and behind the house, the owner also set up a melon rack, or planted pumpkins or loofahs. Oh, there are vines crawling on the edge of the melon rack. In the backyard, there are flowers, azaleas, peony, cockscomb and dahlias. ...
As usual, there is always a barn in the rural family. Rural families go back to herd sheep and cattle every day. They are grazing leisurely, and a river not far away is embedded in the grass like a ribbon. Cows make a "Cleisthenes" sound, as if to express their approval of something. Some people also open a few acres of vegetable fields, grow vegetables, peppers ... and plant everything. They always laugh at the bumper harvest, of course, because they have to eat twice as much food as others. When eating, they moved the tables and chairs into the yard to eat. Several wild dogs also wanted to join in the fun, but they drove them away and had to run away with their tails between their legs.
6. The countryside emerges like a brown mushroom from the mountain wetland, like a giant dragon lying at the foot of the mountain, with green trees and bamboos covering the farmhouse, flowers and birds around the farmhouse, and crops and fruits around the farmhouse. At this time, the moonlight is like a huge soft white silk wrapped around the countryside, and the cool night wind blows the Buddha, bringing warm earthy breath and the fragrance of crops; The night wind is like a pot of old wine, which makes the trees and bamboos in front of and behind the house a little drunk, and the tiny branches and leaves sway around, making some drizzle-like rustling. Moonlight penetrates through the cracks in the leaves, like a chrysanthemum mountain, scattered in the yard; Several windows were stained with sallow lights, which were faintly transmitted from the green veil and blended into the moonlight.
7. Walking along the path, I passed a rattan wall. I was curious about these vines and stepped on the mud. I stepped forward. It turns out that this is not a vine but a mulberry tree. The mulberry leaves on the tree are intertwined, which is such a spectacle! Pull open the leaves and take a closer look! Oh, red and green mulberries hang on the branches, some are faint purple, some are green in red and white in green, just like emeralds, amethysts and rubies hanging on the branches, which makes people dazzling, lingering and relaxed!
8. The night in the country is not as sultry as during the day. I moved a chair and sat in the yard. A cool breeze is blowing, mixed with a little fragrance of flowers and plants. Fireflies are the most eye-catching in this dark night. They usually move by the gurgling stream, flicker and look very beautiful, especially on this dark night.
9. On the winding path, the leaves are holding the moonlight in their arms. A young man with a flashlight and a shotgun is walking in a hurry. He is going to release pheasants; At the edge of the field, a gust of wind blew, and the moonlight danced on the rice leaves, just like a beautiful woman, a man with a Chinese fir oil torch and a bamboo basket at his waist was catching eel; Sometimes, a girl, or a boy, pushes open the door left unlocked, rides a horse and looks around in the foggy moonlight, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, fearing that a pair of night eyes will follow, hesitating, avoiding, and shyly walking along the bluestone-assisted alley to the willow forest by the stream.
10, walking on the narrow path in the country, taking a deep breath, a faint fragrance came to my nose, which made me relaxed and happy; The flowers on both sides of the path are colorful, including pink, yellow, blue and white, pink is rose, yellow is golden yellow, blue is like the sea, white is like snow, and flowers are mixed with various weeds; A clear and loud cry of "tweet, tweet" floated over my head. I looked up and it turned out to be a bird. This crisp and loud cry is hardly found in the city. At the end of the path, there are several towering trees, which are good places to enjoy the cool in summer.
1 1. The countryside is always beautiful. Walking on that street, the old thatched houses, orchards and vegetable fields of rural people all have a strong rural flavor. There will be some chickens and ducks in front of the village. Ducks flapping their wings and jumping into the river are sure to splash mud all over people around them. Chickens and cocks crow everywhere and have long necks; Hens either eat with chickens or cluck their eggs. When the host sprinkled millet, the chickens and ducks rushed to the front to grab food, without even knowing that the rice basin was knocked over.
12. Before and after the house, pink peach blossoms hung all over the branches, and clusters of trees fell like Xia Hong. Colorful rains and breezes blew down, and the fragrance was refreshing. Swarms of bees are buzzing and flying around among the flowers. Occasionally, butterflies fly, sometimes fly in the air, and sometimes fall on flowers, watching and thinking that peanuts have wings to fly.
There is always a small river next to the village. There are willows on the river bank. In spring, willow girl will comb her fluffy long hair with the wind. There are some ducks swimming in the river, and the beautiful willow shadows should be disturbed from time to time. On the other side of the river is a large green paddy field. In autumn, golden millet will be produced here.
14. Walking in this endless rural field, I took a deep breath of air and the long fragrance came to my nose. Smell it carefully This is the fragrance of earth, the freshness of tender grass and the sweetness of flowers ... I seem to have gone back to the past and become a beautiful bird, flying freely in the sky and enjoying the gift of sunshine.
15 After passing a small river, I couldn't help but stop. The clear running water calmed my heart. The stones on the river are piled up at will, and occasionally a few small snails can be seen, gently adsorbed on the stones, lazily basking in the sun, enjoying the coolness of the water or the comfort in the sun!