An article about rural scenery.

There is a path between villages. Both sides of the path are covered with fragrant flowers, and the intoxicating fragrance enchants the children who run in March in spring. Country Road is a March story that stretches and climbs between villages. There are countless folks on the country road. There are naive children leading spring kites through country roads, old people leading plowed cows through the roads, and rural girls with dark and thick braids through the roads. A strong young man crossed the path with two full buckets. Sing a cheerful song on the country road every day, and happily sing a beautiful story of March and spring, extending to the distant fields.

There is a path between villages, which is a story of spring. Countless simple villagers pass by the path every day. There is a clear stream beside the path, and the story of the country "Ding Dong, Ding Dong and Ding Dong" is flowing on the blue grass. In the story, there are hopes that the old cow will work hard in the fields and have a good harvest, and there are laughter and laughter when the children come back from school. In the story, a butterfly dances among the flowers in the village, and the air is filled with spring songs and dances.

The path between villages is the most beautiful story in spring. The poem written in March depicts a spring home in China. Countless country stories, singing songs in ancient villages along country roads. There are several huts in the field as the jumping notes of the stream flow far away. The sunset glow shines on the hut, and the smoke from the kitchen is filled with the dream of the country, drifting towards the long white clouds and the ancient countryside.

The path between villages is an extension of dreams, and there is a deep affection between villages. The path between villages is the homesickness of the bright moon, the mountains of my hometown, and the loneliness and loneliness of a distant foreign land. The path between villages is the color of flowers, and the gorgeous color turns into the light of years, shining in the dazzling spring in March. A kind of peaceful and quiet beauty depicts a beautiful and harmonious rural pastoral.

The path between villages is the cloud of hometown, floating alone in the long blue sky, floating with a youth ballad. Love in the countryside is the fruit in the orchard, which germinates in spring, matures in summer, harvests in autumn and flies in winter. On the country road, you entrust the dream of a wanderer to a distant guest. On the country road, you write about the life between villages, flying dreams and clouds in the harmonious fields.

Walking through the country road, walking through the spring in March, walking through the kite in March, walking through the countryside in March and walking through the country road are all the worries of my hometown. In a long alley, I am worried about my hometown and country at the same time. Caring is also a yearning. In a distant foreign land, I miss the old dream, the hope of returning to the field, the white clouds flying in the blue sky and the passion of dancing youth. Country Road is a poem with vicissitudes of life.

Country roads are songs of life. In the ancient stories, in the poems of the years, in the clean stream, in the diary of life and in the composition of the years, there is a scarecrow in the country, guarding the happy future for this beautiful country in the field.