Works depicting rural scenery in summer

"In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." Spring, so quietly coming to us; In spring, the cold winter is driven away with warm hands, the blue sky is held up among the white clouds, and the warm sunshine shines on the world. Spring is a warm season. With the spring breeze blowing, spring has sown hope on a piece of land and brought great vitality to everything. On the earth, the grass in spring germinates from the soil and is green; Green leaves are smiling and dancing, showing their vitality; All kinds of flowers are covered with gorgeous coats and bloom with sweet smiles; The cheerful birds are singing beautiful songs. As night falls, the sun slowly sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun slowly diffuses, and the light blue sky is dyed red by it. The last ray of the most beautiful sunset has embarked on a long way home. The farm life at this time is exactly the kind of warm and friendly home that we yearn for most, the kind of comfortable and warm home that farmers feel after coming back from work. This kind of life can only be found here. I don't know how many spring and autumn, how many days and nights, it still slipped down in a hurry, or stretched out one by one, whether it was flowering or withering.

It seems that I have been isolated for many years. In the forgotten years, I always want to find a clean soil, fill my stomach when I am hungry, and travel freely when I am happy.

I don't know how many years have passed, but the pace of the clock is so long that it will go on forever, but it will stay for a few years forever. Over the past few years, I just want this stable and happy farm life, so that people here can feel the truth of life and their inner persistence.

The animals here love to stand outside the door in droves in the evening and enjoy the radiant life. People here love to step on the last ray of sunshine after dinner and seek a happy life.

The heart is wandering, but the blood is splashing here?

Let a beautiful life permeate life, and everything here will be more magnificent and beautiful?

The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields and the roadside is covered with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs leads along the winding dirt road to the distant virgin forest. Tibet's diaojiao buildings are scattered on the roadside. Cattle and sheep are hidden from time to time in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea ... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval local flavor.

Huanglong township government is located in a small market town in a 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.

Tens of thousands of acres of pear blossoms and hundreds of thousands of acres of golden cauliflower make Pengzhou's rural areas colorful and constitute Pengzhou's charming western Sichuan style. A few days ago, the first rural flower viewing festival in Pengzhou in 2006 with the theme of rural tourism in China was held in Gexianshan Town and hongyan town.

The Garden and Flower Festival is hosted by Pengzhou Municipal People's Government and undertaken by Gexianshan Town and hongyan town Municipal People's Government, and will last from March 18 to May.

On the opening day, tens of thousands of citizens strolled in the green fields and enjoyed flowers in the shallow hills in the Shanxi Valley Park of Gexian County and Li Huaping of Hongyan, and participated in the opening ceremony of the first rural flower viewing festival in Pengzhou in 2006 with the theme of "China rural tour".

Ao, Deputy Secretary-General of Sichuan Provincial People's Government, announced the opening of the Garden and Flower Festival.

Strolling along the country road, watching patches of cauliflower, pear blossom and peach blossom, experiencing the simplicity and nature of the country, a cup of green tea and a cool one, this March country is a unique picture.

The river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields, and in the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are 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! And gorgeous tulips that captivate countless lovers ...

In the season of tulip fragrance, the charming girl's smile is as fragrant as flowers. ...

Huanglong township government is located in a small market town in a 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.

Quiet lakes, windmills, green grass and small houses are so pleasant.

Tulip fields are booming, fragrant and windmills are spinning! Is this a dream?

Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting!

Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass.

Surrounded by full of green, the green is amazing, the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... The rain falls from the sky and comes to the world in a subtle, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Touching the square earth, Mo Mo loves all creatures on the earth.

Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.

However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.

I know this is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying along Hayes' clear lines to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from crystal clear to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission?

Rain falls from the sky and comes to the world in a subtle, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Touching the square earth, Mo Mo loves all creatures on the earth.

Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.

However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.

I know this is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying along Hayes' clear lines to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from crystal clear to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission?

Intelligence is the other side. How can such a light rain not make people excited? How to stop people staring at the window?

When it's rainy and gray, the dry music in my heart is silent. Just like the original messy building in the sun, after the noise of fine dust was washed away by rain, it began to show its patchwork under the casual rendering of gray. The white and gray buildings set off the boundless sky with grid lines.

And the distant houses are blurred in the looming, covered with mysterious veil, shaking the uneven shadows of trees, conveying illusory beauty in the rain. In the change of late autumn, blue and yellow also reduce the clarity and aggressiveness of a few inches of sunshine and increase the gentle whisper in the wind. Whether stupid or angry, it is the poet's deep affection.

In rural areas, even vegetables that have forgotten the season, with tender faces, began to sing green under the moisture of rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters. ......

So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself wander on the pastoral path. Throw away the diaphragm of the umbrella and have the closest contact with Xiaoyu.

I didn't realize the change of season until the coolness penetrated my thin dress. Life in the south is like this. I am often confused and break into a new season without the preparation of boundaries. But this is all right, so that many awakenings suddenly appear in their ignorant smiles, rather than being captured in the inexplicable sigh of seasonal changes.

It's raining slightly, although it's already called winter rain, but its unique breath is full of unspeakable tenderness. I like it to fall quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, and surround me with hidden sweetness with kisses.

A few strands of hair hanging over the shoulders gradually formed its transparent and hazy figure. Looking down at it, I imagined that I would become more beautiful because of it. The smile has flooded my lips and penetrated the cold in winter. ......

When I smile, I will definitely think of you. It turns out that no matter whether the moonlight is like water or light rain, as long as you are moved, beauty will always exist.

It's a beautiful day today. Let's visit grandma's house. On the road, I saw the rice on both sides of the road heading ... A gust of wind blew and the rice danced. In the vegetable garden, yellow-green Japanese pumpkins hang on shady vines. Short September beans are covered with curved pods, just like curved bananas. Corn is like a bearded old man, with a long beard in the wind. Persimmons are yellow in the orchard, like yellow lanterns. The countryside in autumn is really beautiful!

In the countryside in spring, there is an attractive smell of grass 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.

The sun has set, but the sky is still bright. The blue sky is sparsely dotted with a few faint white clouds, revealing a trace of elegant beauty, as if small boats were floating on the blue sea. At this time, the white clouds have been covered with a golden coat by the glow. Birds playing in the trees and grass gradually quieted down, perhaps at dusk, and they returned to their nests to rest quietly. Occasionally, some birds, frightened by something, drag their long cries across the sky and fly far away.

When the sunset brought the last ray of sunshine home, the world turned silver gray. Plumes of milky white smoke and gray twilight blend together, just like a veil over roofs, walls, trees and fields. At this moment, the countryside becomes looming, hazy and magical. However, the river outside the village is still clear and bright, the river flows quietly in a whirlpool, and the reflection of trees is reflected in the water! Occasionally some fish will surface, breathe the air of nature, and then plunge into the water. The frolic sound of fish ripples on the calm water, and the shadows of those trees bend and crawl in the water like snakes. As time goes by, after a while, the ripples slowly disappear and return to calm, and the reflection of the tree in the water is still clearly visible.

As night falls, villages, fields, trees and rivers gradually blur. Occasionally, there was a noise of children from the countryside, but it soon disappeared. Gradually, everything was shrouded in the diffuse night.

Wow, what a quiet and elegant pastoral scenery! The poetic dusk is fascinating and makes people calm in the beautiful scenery of nature!