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1. Cooking Smoke

In my opinion, the most touching thing when walking into the countryside is the ubiquitous cooking smoke. I love cooking smoke as much as I love this simple country life.

I am a person who is used to getting up early. Even if I go to bed very late, I will still wake up early the next day. This seems to be a habit. But the smoke from the countryside woke up earlier than me, rising gently over this quiet and peaceful village.

Life in the countryside is very regular, just like the smoke, which can be seen rising three times a day.

In the morning, the sky is often the clearest. The smoke from cooking at this time is the clearest in my opinion, and the coolest wind in the countryside can only be experienced in the morning.

Under the clear sky, accompanied by the cool morning breeze, you will see the graceful figure of the smoke, see it rising slowly and then gradually fading away.

I think this kind of smoke is the most pleasant.

At noon, the sunshine gradually becomes overbearing. If you want to see the smoke at this time, you have to look carefully. The smoke in the countryside is less conspicuous than in the city. It is always wisps of smoke, but it makes people like it from the bottom of their hearts.

The smoke at this time should be the most casual.

At dusk, the rising smoke always makes people feel a lot of emotion. If you are away from home, or have been out working all day, and see the smoke rising from the countryside, you should feel a warm feeling in your heart, or an eagerness to return home.

The smoke from cooking in the evening is always given a lot by people.

In fact, it is not the case. When dusk falls, the dim lights of the countryside shine through different windows, accompanied by the rising smoke, which indeed has a unique charm.

I think the smoke at this time is the purest.

Faye Wong has a song, "See smoke rising again, twilight shines on the earth..." I have always liked this song, and the inextricable complex in it is probably the smoke.

{PS: Looking at the smoke from a distance, some of it feels mysterious, but when I get closer to it, some of it has a different feeling.

In the countryside, the kitchen stoves in most people’s homes are against the corners. Since most of them use firewood as fuel, the surrounding walls are smoked black, and the chimney is above the kitchen stove. , leaning against the corner, built with short bricks against two of the walls, about half a meter above the roof. This is where the smoke rises. (Of course there are exceptions)

Don’t think that there is anything wrong with burning firewood that will blacken the walls of the chimney or even the house. In fact, the food cooked with firewood is delicious. Different types of firewood will emit different aromas when burned, mixed with the aroma of food, and then slowly drifted over with the smoke, which is simply mouth-watering after smelling it. }

2. Field ridge

It is a kind of rural path, but it is different from other paths.

It is made of mud between paddy fields. Not high, often only one or twenty centimeters above the paddy fields. If there is a lot of water in the paddy field, then these ridges will be soft. If you step on it, you can't help but wonder, will it collapse or let people sink in? In fact, there is no need to worry, this kind of thing rarely happens, unless you are heavy enough and unlucky enough.

I like walking on the field ridges.

Many times, I hold my shoes and walk slowly along the field ridge with bare feet. I have no purpose and just keep walking. Some of the newly built ridges have no grass yet, and when I walk on them, there will always be some wet mud naughtily coming out of the cracks between my feet, which is very interesting. Or there are soybeans planted on some field ridges. As I walked along, the soybean leaves tickled my calves.

Every time I walk across the fields like this, I always think of this fairy tale: There is a country that always asks them to measure the land with their own feet when allocating it to their farmers. , as far as you can go, you can get a large piece of land...

Then I will laugh, thinking that if this is the case, I should also own a very large piece of land.

3. Grassland, cows

Grassland can be seen everywhere in the countryside, so it is not as meaningful as its existence in the city. If it must have something, it must be associated with cows. .

Every morning and dusk, there are always many people grazing cattle on the grass. Since cows eat grass very differently from sheep (they always stay in one place as much as possible and chew slowly), people who graze cows on the grass have time to do what they want to do.

The people who herd cattle are generally not old, mostly under 20 years old and over five years old. Some of them were reading on the grass (rural children always study very hard), some were sleeping, and some were playing cards. The younger children were running and playing on the grass.

Most of these cows have bells hanging around their necks (this makes it easier to find the cows if they get lost). When the cow eats grass, the bell will make a crisp sound when its neck moves.

The whole grassland was very lively.

4. Stream, well

In the countryside, the most indispensable thing is a stream, or a small river.

The creek is usually not big, only two or three meters wide; it is also not deep enough. When there is little water, you can pass by just raising your trouser legs. But such creeks are extremely important. Most of people's daily water comes from here. Laundry, washing rice, washing vegetables. In the evening, many children will gather by the stream to swim.

The real drinking water in the countryside is well water.

Well water is divided into two types. One is natural groundwater, which drips from the cracks in the rocks and forms its own well over time. Such wells are often not big. When you need water, you have to use a spoon to get it carefully little by little. It is very precious, but This water is really good, warm in winter and cool in summer, and very delicious. Another type of well is one dug by one's own family. It is necessary to dig very deep until there is a steady stream of underground water seeping out, and then sort it out carefully and clarify it for a few days, and then you can use wooden barrels to get water from it.

5. Beds

This kind of bed has status in rural areas. In the past, it was only available to wealthy families, or it was specially made by carpenters for weddings. It was very simple.

This kind of bed is very wide, so there is a lot of space at the bottom of the bed; its edge is very high, so anyone does not have to worry about accidentally falling down while sleeping. The bed is surrounded by flower carvings, which takes a lot of effort to make. Although it is rough, this is probably why the bed looks grand. The top of the bed is sloping to hang a mosquito net.

The main color of the bed is red, probably to highlight its solemnity!

6. Frog sound

During the night, everything becomes quiet, and frogs become the protagonists of the countryside.

When you lie in bed and listen to the frogs croaking, you really don’t know how to describe this feeling.

Frogs have loud voices, and listening to them is like being right outside the window. It can be fun or annoying, annoying or annoying, or you can just get used to it.

If you want to have a good sleep at night, you can't think that such frog calls are very interesting. How can you fall asleep if you are too excited? You can’t find it too annoying, or you’ll feel irritated. All you need is to get used to it, calm down, and treat it with a peaceful mind, so that you can fall asleep quickly.

7. Mosquitoes

There are many mosquitoes in the countryside and they are extremely powerful.

They are often very big and have sharp mouths. If they just stare at you for a moment, they will develop a very big pimple, which will be red and swollen. It may take many days to heal. Disappeared.

......

After living in the countryside for a few days, I had a lot of feelings and learned a lot of things.

Every time I walk on the field ridge and see the faint smoke rising in the distance, I always feel an inexplicable feeling in my heart. I was moved because I was standing in the countryside, but I was also confused. Is this the real country life I have been looking for?

Maybe there is something missing, I am waiting for the next time. Experienced again, moved again.

Answer: Holy Thunderbolt Regional Fire - Trainee Magician Level 3 5-15 18:29

The raindrops are delicate, soft, silent and even colorless. The sky comes to earth. Carefully caressing the square inch of land, caressing all the creatures on the land.

Looking across the wetness and through the transparency of the glass, I began to look for traces of the rain, trying to catch its light figure.

However, its naughtiness is reflected back to me and the earth with transparency, and its flying dance can never fall into the eyes. But this does not stop me from feeling it. Being out of sight does not mean that it is inaccessible to the heart.

I know that it is exactly what I think it is in my mind. It is following the clear lines in the sea of ??thoughts, flying to the sparse leaves in front of the window, and then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaf to the other side. The other lower corner of the leaf, from glittering to dripping, swirls and ticks into a song. Isn't this behavior just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight?

Spirit is the other side. How can such light rain not make people's hearts flutter? How to prevent people from gazing through the window?

When the light rain dims the sight, the restlessness deep in the heart actually calms down. It's like the originally messy house in front of you in the sun. After the rain washes away the dusty noise, it begins to reveal its patchwork under the careless rendering of gray. The white-gray building with its grid lines perfectly reflects the endless gray sky.

The houses in the distance are looming, covered with mysterious veils, swaying with jagged tree shadows, conveying the beauty of illusion in the rain. The replacement of green and yellow in late autumn has also reduced the sharpness and compellingness of the sunshine by a few inches, adding a softness that whispers in the wind. Whether it is infatuation or anger, they are all the deep feelings that the poet can't express in his writing.

There are even out-of-season green vegetables in the countryside, with tender faces raised, and they begin to sing green under the moisture of the rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters...

So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself spread out in the countryside. trails. Abandon the barrier of umbrellas and have the closest contact with the light rain.

I didn’t realize the change of seasons until the slightest chill penetrated my thin long skirt. This is how it is when living in the South. I often stumble into a new season without any boundary preparation. But this is fine, because many awakenings suddenly appear in my ignorant smile, rather than being captured in the inexplicable exclamation of the change of seasons.

It is raining lightly at this time. Although it can be called winter rain, its unique breath is filled with unspoken tenderness. I like it to land quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, in the form of kisses, and surround me with deep sweetness.

A few bunches of hair hanging in front of the shoulders gradually took on its clear and hazy figure. Looking down at it, imagining that I would become more beautiful because of it, my smile already faded. Filling the corners of my lips, penetrating the coldness of winter...

When I smile, I will indeed think of you. It turns out that whether the moon is like water or it is drizzling, as long as you are moved in your heart, beauty will always exist

The poem describing the beautiful scenery of the countryside is: green trees are close to the village, and green mountains are sloping outside;

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Poems describing winter scenery

1. And it is winter this year, and the death of Kansai is not over yet. (Du Fu: "The Troops and Chariots")

2. The autumn moon is full of Yang Mingyun, and the winter ridge shows the cold pines. (Tao Yuanming: "Four Seasons")

3. The southern neighbor is even more memorable, but the winter has not been redeemed. (Lu You: "A storm broke out on October 28th")

4. Winter is coming to an end tonight, and the new year will be bright and bright. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")

5. The sound of the sheng brings up the autumn wind, and the wine flies away from the winter snow.

(Wang Wei: "Poetry of Four Qi")

6. When midwinter arrives, all the flowers will die. (Chen Yi: "Plum Blossoms")

7. I don’t know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum Blossoms")

8. Children are noisy in the winter snow, but the foolish Confucians on the other side are precious. (Lu You: "Residence in the Suburbs in Autumn")

9. On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns accompany you. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness at Winter Solstice")

10. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and at the winter solstice the sun brings forth spring again. (Du Fu: "Xiao Zhi")

1. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn""

2. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass will repay three spring rays. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")

3. Red beans grow in the southern country, and spring comes How many branches should I send? (Wang Wei: "Acacia")

4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")

5. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. (Bai Juyi: (Fu De Gu Yuan Cao bids farewell))

6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope})

8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai))

9. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to Willows")

10. Spring scenery The garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden")

Summer in Poems

1. I can't bear the heat, but I cherish the summer. (Bai Juyi: "Guan Mao")

2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. (Li Shangyin: (Wan Qing))

3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the fragrant grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Traveling to Chishi and Sailing on the Sea))

4. The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu: "Sigh on a Summer Night")

5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, sit still and I dare to eat. (Dai Fuxu: "Great Heat")

6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer. (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet")

7. The remaining clouds bring the summer heat away, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn. (Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to Return to the County")

8. It rains continuously and the summer is gone. Deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

9. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

10. There is no need to regret when the fragrance is gone, the summer trees are in good condition. (Qin Guan: "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")

Poetry of the Mid-Autumn Festival

1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai")

2. Three autumn leaves can bloom in February (Li Qiao: "Wind")

3. , Harvest thousands of seeds in autumn (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

4. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will decline ("Han Yuefu? Changge Xing")

5. The window contains Qianqiu snow, and the door is docked with a boat thousands of miles away from Dongwu. (Du Fu: "Quequa")

6. The lake is in perfect harmony with the moon, and there is no windshield on the lake surface. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")

7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems")

8. , The small fan flutters against the fireflies (Du Mu: "Autumn Evening")

9. When are the spring flowers and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past (Li Yu: "Yu Meiren")

10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said that the weather is cool in autumn. p>What kind of fresh air can city dwellers enjoy? Even if they occasionally feel the gentle breeze coming from far away, it is mixed with countless inexplicable smells that are pungent or almost suffocating, and is filled with various noises. Worn between the strange lights, fleeting among the jungle-like steel and concrete high-rise buildings, it is just like a smell from a muddy pond, discarded among the colorful garbage.

People in the countryside like to stare at the scorching sun and sweat silently in the fields with their backs to the sky. They hold the loess in their hands and sometimes have a hint of helplessness on their faces, but they love the hot land they guard so hard, and they feel never tired of working there. Once they throw away an inch of soil, they feel bad about it, and even start to argue about it in a petty way. Therefore, we see that some fellow villagers who have made a fortune by farming crops in the countryside rarely move to the city. It is not because these people cannot afford to buy land and houses in the city, but because they do not want to leave the place where their ancestors have lived for generations. The beautiful rural land contains their immortal hope, and every piece of soil and every grain of gravel is filled with the feelings of their generations.

In contrast, the feelings of city people towards the city where they live are not the same as the feelings of country people towards the country where they live. Many places in the city provide them with great convenience in life. For example, commodity supermarkets, schooling and medical treatment, social activities, etc. But the traffic congestion, poorly maintained ditches, the smoke and dust in the sky, and the noise in the busy city all made them tired, and they even cursed from time to time. I know several friends who live in the city. Every time I talk to them about their views on the city, they always express varying degrees of complaints. And what about the fellow countrymen? When talking about the countryside with them, few people criticize their living environment, and perhaps they don't have too many nice words. In their eyes, the only complaint is that the transportation is not very convenient.

Country people work during the day and sleep at night, and their lives are very regular. The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and they enjoy the unique natural grace of this land. Watch the moon sift through the shade of the trees and see the spots all over the ground, twinkling and erratic; listen to the moonlight jingling down in the woods, clattering on the grass slopes and on the lake; in the fields not far from the door, the fields are flooded with light. Thin soft waves, there are waves of frogs croaking like surging tides. Listening to these natural sounds with your heart will make you feel the depth and beauty of the countryside under the moon.