Fifty classical Chinese sentences describing the countryside

1. Fragment describing rural pastoral scenery (50 words) In rural fields, what you see is either yellow or green, and yellow is a vast wheat field. In spring, they are green, a bit like lovely grass, and they like to wear bright green clothes; In summer, the wheat field changed into dazzling light yellow new clothes; Every straw has a plump ear, which is very cute. Then the green is on the vegetables. You see: Chinese cabbage, radish, potato, rape, corn … are all in front of your eyes. There is also a scarecrow in the middle of the field to scare the birds who steal food! The flowers on Tanobe are red and purple. Look, some little bees are buzzing in the flower heart to collect honey.

Surrounded by green grass, it is a huge pond, green as flawless jade. There are many white ducks playing in the pond. Suddenly, a small fish quietly surfaced and blew a small bubble. Clever as it is, it can't escape the duck's eyes. They can't wait to dive into the water and swim quickly. One of them caught the little fish and swallowed it suddenly.

I love the country, love the beauty of the country, love the beauty of the country.

2. Wang Wei's pastoral poem "Chai Lu", a small ancient prose describing rural scenery, seems to be empty on the mountain, but he heard his voice.

The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. "Bird Watching Creek" people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Meng Haoran, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? .

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao.

Jia Yi was demoted for three years in Wanli, Ban Chao. Why are you holding a white calf?

Wang Wei's pastoral poem Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but the sound can be heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers with red calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Qiu Sheng: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

"Bird Watching Creek" people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

A farmhouse by the Wei River: In the setting sun of the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading. Meng Haoran, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.

Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are gurgling.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. Jia Yi was demoted for three years in Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling.

For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.

Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.

Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. The screen is on the water, and there are no mountains in the east.

The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.

What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.

I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.

In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool.

I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? The dangerous road turns into tens of thousands, and it will stop in three miles.

See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.

The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest.

The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating.

Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.

If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

The new sunny Yuan Ye is vast. Extremely clean.

The national gate is near the ferry. The village tree is connected with the stream mouth.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain, Baishui surrounded Tian Ming.

There are no idle people on the farm. Pour out family affection.

Newly-built fields are mud and flat, and every family cooks, and first frost is clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

I live in a beautiful small village, which is full of laughter.

Although rural people live in small houses, their houses are colorful. There are several old banyan trees in front of the house, which shelter people from the wind and rain day and night and defend their homes like guards. There is a stone path under the big banyan tree, and there is often a delicate small vegetable garden next to the path. There are pumpkins, cabbages, cucumbers and so on in the side dishes, which are really everything and dazzling.

Every time I go home, I will see the river that has been flowing for many years. "Wow, wow, wow ..." Like a musician playing beautiful music, every time I hear this beautiful "music", it makes me feel relaxed and happy. There are often some cowboys herding cattle by the clear river. They sit leisurely on the backs of cows, walk along the river, and hum country tunes from time to time. It is really interesting!

There are often many children playing in the Woods near the village and on the grass on the hillside. They climb vines and swing, or catch grasshoppers in the grass, or chase and play with three or two companions ... No matter day or night, the village is always full of children's cheerful laughter.

At the dawn of genius, people in the small mountain village got up early, and a fragrant morning greeted them, breathing fresh air, and rural people started another day's work. Every evening, the red sunset glow on the horizon shines on the small mountain village, which gradually calms down after a busy day. ...

This is my hometown, a beautiful and charming mountain village.

Four seasons in the countryside

The air in the countryside is very fresh, and the fruits and vegetables are rich and fresh! And there are many places for children to play.

Birds flying back from the south bring good news to people. Spring is coming! Spring is coming! The countryside is beautiful and busy.

In spring, flowers are in full bloom, peach blossoms, pear blossoms and chrysanthemums ... People who grow fruit trees feel very happy when they see colorful flowers every day. This is the beauty of spring. In spring, farmers begin to plant melons. First, loosen and level the soil in the field. Then, bury the melon seeds in the soil. In a few days, it will grow two tender leaves, and spring will be so busy.

Dragonflies wake up in summer. It sends letters to people, and summer is coming! Summer is coming! The pond is full of lotus leaves, and frogs croak on the lotus leaves. The dew on the lotus leaf is crystal clear and beautiful! This is invisible in the city. As soon as the lotus blooms, it comes down to earth as a flower fairy. When you walk into the field, you will see green seedlings. When you get to the melon shed, the round and big watermelon makes your mouth water.

Autumn leaves fall, sending a message to people that autumn is coming! Autumn is coming! Autumn is the harvest season, rice, corn, oranges and grapes are all ripe, orange trees are covered with oranges, and a string of "gems" on the grape trellis makes people shine. When the wind blows, rice nods to you, like a golden ocean.

It snows heavily in winter. It writes notes to people. Winter is coming! Winter is coming! Snowflakes fall on trees, on the ground and on houses. It's white, it's beautiful! Although it is very cold in winter, farmers are still busy building houses (plastic greenhouses) for vegetables. There is a thick layer of ice on the lake. The children all ran to the lake to skate. During the Chinese New Year, every household posted red couplets, and the children bought fireworks and put them back. It's like welcoming the new year. I really want to set off firecrackers and eat fresh fruits and vegetables there.

The four seasons in the country are really beautiful! No matter when or what season, it has its unique and charming scenery.

4.50 sentences describing scenery in classical Chinese thank Tao Hongjing for its beauty of mountains and rivers, which has existed since ancient times. Peak into the clouds, clean bottom. The stone walls on both sides are colorful. The green forest and bamboo are ready at four o'clock. The fog will stop, apes and birds will sing; It is really the fairy capital of desire. No one can compare with it since Le Kang. Note: ① This article is selected from all ancient documents of three generations, Three Kingdoms, Qin and Han Dynasties, Six Dynasties and Quanliang. Xie Zhongshu, that is, Chen Du, a native of Xia (now Taikang, Henan), used to be a Chinese book. Complement each other. ③ Four seasons: Four seasons. 4 rest: dissipation. The sun is going down. Decline. The fish diving into the water competed to jump out of the water. ⑤ The fairy capital of desire: paradise on earth. For desire, Buddhism divides the world into desire, * * and * *. Immortals live in a beautiful world. ⑧ Recreation: Xie Lingyun, a tour guide, a famous landscape poet, succeeded his grandfather and was named Duke of Recreation. He was a writer during the Qi and Liang Dynasties in the Southern Dynasties. Pet-name ruby and (y): participation, here refers to appreciation.

5. Composition on rural scenery (50 words) Fast ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In the countryside in spring, the attractive fragrance of grass is rippling in the humid air; In the fields, the fragrance of the earth wafts from time to time. Looking around, my eyes are full of bright green wheat seedlings, which extend to the distant horizon. Xia Guang left his thoughts to the sky and the earth. The spring breeze blew gently, and wheat waves appeared in the fields. At this time, people's emotions and thoughts fluctuate with the wheat waves, and they can't be calm for a long time.

The rural scenery is really like a long-axis picture scroll slowly displayed in front of people. However, the beautiful picture scroll is decorated with colorful and dazzling pictures, but it is the ingenious integration of people who have worked all day and nature. At dusk, people who have worked hard all day happily come back from work. They walked on the straw in the country with hoes on their shoulders. The sun shines on their dark faces, and everyone seems to have forgotten the fatigue of the day. Their figure has been dragged by the afterglow of the sunset for a long time.

6. Pastoral Scenery Composition 50 Pastoral Scenery During the summer vacation, our family went to my father's hometown, got off the expressway and went straight to the ravine.

On both sides of the ravine, there are neat mountains, and several nameless flowers are blooming at the foot of the mountain; After a while, we arrived at our destination, which is my father's hometown. We put down our luggage, and I can't wait to see the charming scenery in front of and behind this country.

As soon as I got to the field behind the house, I was attracted by the charming scenery; Golden rape flowers, emitting a faint fragrance; Green wheat seedlings, like soldiers, stand tall; The blue ears of wheat are not yet ripe, but the straw has hardened. The vast wheat fields and the rosy clouds in the evening are really like a beautiful poem.

"There is a picture in the poem, and there is a poem in the picture". The golden wheat field, the Xia Hong on the horizon, praises the hardworking workers. In the vegetable field in the backyard, tomato seedlings have quietly climbed onto the bamboo frame, covered with small, yellow and red tomatoes, like small lanterns; A breeze blew, like a string of wind chimes, as if to say, "I am almost mature, come and harvest!" " "The cucumber rack is covered with green cucumbers, like a curved sickle.

Radish shows a round red head with clusters of green leaves on the top, which looks funny and lovely. A group of bees are busy flying around among the flowers, pollinating the flowers and collecting sweet honey.

323131335323631343130323136353585e5aeb93133365656532 This is a rural landscape. Although rural life is not as convenient as urban life, it is in the countryside.

7. An article describing Zou Ping's rural scenery, about 50 words. A small river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields. In the distance, small houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors are a beautiful and moving pastoral scenery! Past ancient windmills, the leaves of windmills turn in the wind like open wings, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world! A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! There are gorgeous tulips, which have dumped countless lovers ... In the season when tulips are fragrant, the smiles of delicate girls are as fragrant as flowers ... The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields, and the roadside is covered with green highland barley. The fence made of logs leads along the winding dirt road to the distant virgin forest. Tibetan stilts are scattered on the roadside, and cattle and sheep are hidden from time to time in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea ... the whole atmosphere.

Huanglong township is located in a small market town in the mountainous area, which is quite distinctive. The Lao people in the town are mainly Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in housing construction, diet and other aspects, but their daily life customs still maintain the habits of the Han nationality and form a unique folk custom.

Visitors to local farmhouses are usually treated warmly, tasting buttered tea, drinking a bowl of green tree wine, and then riding the owner's horse to visit the mountain pasture, so that they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here. How cozy the lake, the windmill, the green grass, the small house and the tulip fields are, the fragrance bursts and the windmill turns leisurely! Is this a dream? Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting! Everywhere is full of green, and even the air smells of grass. It's all green around. It's amazing. The windmill also stopped and reveled in the beautiful scenery.