Sentences describing rural scenery

1, the grass straightened its waist and slowly stretched with the breeze, swaying like an old teacher, singing spring poems.

In the four seasons, the village is still beautiful and hasn't changed at all. The river is still clear, the sky is still vast, the air is still fresh, the clouds are still so light, the grass is still so green, the flowers are still so beautiful and the fish are still so free.

The amount of water in this place is amazing. As long as you stand in an empty place, there must be a big or small river bend flowing into your eyes.

From a distance, there are white clouds crawling on the grassland. It turns out that this is a group of sheep in the pasture, born in vain, fat and lovely, making the grassland more vibrant.

Even the spring rain and the spring thunder keep coming for us. Spring is a good season for sowing. The farmer's uncle is taking advantage of this good season to start sowing, and there will be a good harvest in autumn.

The path in front of the village leads to the other side of the mountain and carries many hopes. One day, you and I will walk on that country road, the road that belongs to our hearts. Open your heart, hold a bunch of autumn wind and decorate the whole country.

7. Although Lianfeng Mountain is not very high, there are steep cliffs and protruding stones and bones, especially the lush pines and cypresses all over the mountain and the clear streams and winding bridges under the shade, which add a mysterious interest to climbers.

8. Night hangs over the grassland, and a full moon emerges from the fish-scale cloud gap. The grassland is filled with hazy moonlight, rising like a faint silver fog.

9. Hometown is a song. The more you sing, the more fragrant and mellow you are. Hometown is a poem. The more comfortable you sing, the more you miss it.

10, along the winding path, looking for distant memories, carrying buckets, painting rural farmhouses and mountains, making the mountains full of buds and buds.

1 1. In autumn, I went to the countryside. The field is a place where rural farmers work hard. Now, the melons and fruits are ripe. Small vegetables are tender and dripping. Next to the small vegetables is a big white gourd, which is covered with white ash, like a white armor. There are tomatoes as red as fire, hanging on trees like small lanterns. Seeing them, I really want to eat a few at a time. Melon neighbors are golden rice, and when the breeze blows, they all wave to me. It constitutes a harmonious and beautiful landscape painting.

12. In the field, golden rape flowers and green wheat seedlings are mixed together to form a beautiful picture of spring, which is amazing.

13. On the lawn, the grass sticks out its head and breathes fresh air. Flowers are also in full bloom, including peony, impatiens, cockscomb and dahlia. They are dressed up in season, orderly and open, simple and somewhat gorgeous, showing a unique farmhouse scenery. Look at that white sheep, carefree.

14. Light blue smoke floats in the dusk village in western Sichuan. There must be delicious country food in the hut. The blue smoke rising slowly from the roof is a poetic symbol to urge people who work in the fields to go home.

15, every spring, the fields are like green carpets, lush and beautiful.

16, spring breeze eats grass and white clouds in the blue sky. The spring rain is light, the grass sprouts and the earth is green. White mushroom-shaped yurts are dotted on the carpet-like grassland, which is particularly eye-catching. The beautiful song of the shepherdess echoed on the grassland, and flocks of cattle and sheep fell to the ground like white clouds in the sky. What a picturesque scene!

17, under the light, I listened to the village at midnight with my pen tip. Peace, quiet. The village at midnight is like a sleeping old man. I seem to hear her even heartbeat and calm breathing, and occasionally I can hear her gentle snoring! The night is dark, there is no intimacy of moonlight, and the stars in the sky are shining, watching the silence alone.

18, the country stream, the tinkling sound of running water, composed a cheerful song, 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.

19, in the morning light, the green bamboo poles shine with pure luster, and the green aura haunts the whole bamboo forest.

20. Feng Jia Courtyard is an ancient house. As soon as you enter the courtyard gate, you can smell rotten wood and moss.

2 1, the countryside is a fairytale paradise, which has shed the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world.

22. The wheat seedlings are jointing, like a green carpet, thickly spread on the field.

23. The beautiful winding mountains are like a sleeping dragon. Climbing the first step overlooking, white clouds are everywhere, and the peaks are shrouded in clouds. One after another, the top of the mountain leaned out of the clouds, like hibiscus emerging from the water.

Metaphorical sentences of pastoral scenery

1. On the east and west sides of the village, there is a slowly flowing stream. If you stand on the top of a high mountain, it looks like two green ribbons tied around the waist of the village.

Next to the path in the field, the grass sticks out from the ground and looks around as if enjoying the beautiful scenery carefully. The grass is full of colorful flowers, as if it were a small ornament painted on a green carpet.

3. Only the rugged narrow path between the cliffs, like melons and vines, advance wave after wave and connect the family together.

As soon as the sun goes down, the dewdrops at dusk cover the fields like gauze, and frogs will gradually become lively.

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.

6. Snow falls on the country road, as if laying a long carpet for the road.

7. Smoke rises from the village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset.

8. The corn dances in the wind, and the leaves are its skirts; Wheat is swaying in the wind and waving to friends.

9. When Miss Qiu came to the field, the rice bent over with laughter, the sorghum blushed and the corn was happy.

10, there is a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.

1 1. Behind the village is an endless mulberry garden. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.

12, nearby, is a golden rice field. A night breeze blew and the rice fell together, which made me feel like I was in a golden ocean.

13. There is a river in the middle of the village, which looks like a calm mirror.

14, the path is quiet, the euphemistic birds are gone, and the orange sunset glow is gone. The stars came to the party and the moon came with graceful steps. The stars blinked, so naive.

15, in the morning, the blue sky is shrouded in clouds, and the surrounding scenery is hazy, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale. After a while, the sun rose from Ran Ran in the east, and the fog gradually disappeared. There was smoke on the roof of the village. I stood at the foot of the quiet mountain and looked around. The trees on the mountain are lush, just like a green ocean, and the mountain is full of colorful flowers.

16, autumn, colorful leaves, like butterflies, weave a golden carpet for the earth, so that the earth father-in-law puts on warm clothes.

Sentences describing rural scenery

Sentences describing rural scenery

1, the mountains in the south are high and the trees are luxuriant. Precious white pine, like Korean pine, is lush, tall and handsome, and will last forever.

Smoke rises from the village, dancing like a girl in white gauze in the sunset.

Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.

The golden fields are endless, and the small villages in the distance are its best embellishment. The white clouds in the blue sky can't stop the gentle eyes of the sun, and the trees in twos and threes nod in the autumn wind, which is another harvest year.

When I came to the countryside for the first time, a charming scenery came into view, and I couldn't help crying: Ah, what a beautiful scenery! Lush trees stand tall and the mountains are winding and undulating. In the field, farmers' uncles are busy planting rice seedlings. At that moment, they became great painters, and the field was their picture scroll. They draw their hearts on scrolls with the pen of nature. Although their paintings are not the most famous works of art in the world, they are the most beautiful masterpieces.

6, rural people, although living in a small house, but always love to build a melon rack in front of the house, or plant pumpkins, or plant loofah, so that those melons and vines can climb the scaffolding and climb the eaves. When the flowers fall, the vines bear green and red melons, which are hung in front of the house, lined with long vines and green leaves. Green and red melons, green vines and leaves make up a unique and interesting decoration, which is much cuter than a pair of stone lions squatting in front of a tall building or two upright flagpoles.

Sentences describing the countryside

1, behind the river is a large field. These rows are arranged very neatly. Plant some vegetables, rape, peas, arhat beans and the like. There is an acre of paddy field in the distance, and some farmers can be seen transplanting rice seedlings, and rows of seedlings are slowly fluttering with the breeze. At dusk, we moved tables, chairs and meals to the yard to eat. At this time, both hens and chickens ran to eat rice. In the beautiful dusk scene, everyone chatted while eating dinner, depicting a natural and harmonious pastoral landscape.

2. There is no need to ask if life in nature and countryside is good. There are mountains, water and smoke, and that kind of beauty is beyond the reach of cities. I prefer to catch up with the city to watch the crops grow taller every day in the countryside. People who have never planted crops can't understand it, so no wonder you. I used to grow sweaty vegetables when I was a teenager. I grow vegetables to show the value of labor like an adult. There is a small piece of soil next to my house. I took a hoe and dug it out in a proper way. On rainy days, there are less than ten seedlings of sweat vegetables, which is really full of my expectation and happiness. From the moment I planted them, they became my concern, watering, fertilizing and weeding. I see them several times a day, and sometimes I just squat there for a long time, as if I could see them grow taller.

In the village, the crows of chickens, dogs, horses and cows, together with people's laughter, make up a vibrant morning song.

A lonely village on granite hangs there like a real bird's nest.

Light blue smoke rises in the village, and the smell of rice and rape wafts with the wind.

6. Always wake up naturally in the morning, and the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter. The singing of birds has gradually decreased from the enthusiasm and noise of singing. I think it's to catch insects after the party. Occasionally, a sweet singer flew away crying. Get up and look at the time on your mobile phone. It's not six o'clock yet. The sun is already in the bushes, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall. The light cast in the house was covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rose and sank happily in the light, like dancing in the morning light. Pack up mom, push her to sit in the sun and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be leisurely.

7. A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love, as well as gorgeous tulips that have dumped countless lovers.

8. In the countryside, I like autumn rain, which is crisp, smart and easy-going. When the fruit is ripe, it melts into autumn with a soft and fresh melody, like a gurgling spring, into everyone's heart. Busy farmers may just embrace the harvest and ignore its existence, but it always plays in people's ears with tenderness. You see, how romantic, standing on the golden rice waves, on the land of harvest, dancing a light waltz, dripping wet, unhurried, and getting high. Savor the dance of autumn rain, listen to the sound of autumn rain quietly, and in the fresh and elegant rain, I can't help but think of the lyric about autumn rain.

9. The continuous heavy rain made the river full of water. After the tall poplar trees on the river bank were washed away by heavy rain, the green leaves were wet. They became quiet after the rain, ignoring the breeze from time to time. The black tile roofs of people in the village are covered with a layer of faint smoke. Occasionally, a series of messy mud footprints extend from the depths of the field to the bamboo fence at the door. There are several scarlet henna plants in the fence, some sparrows are jumping around the fence, and their wet feathers are shaking.

10, in the countryside, there are vegetables that forget the season, and young faces begin to sing green under the moisture of rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters!

1 1. There are a lot of cottages in the fruit tree forest, and the smoke is curling up. It is unpredictable, with green trees, red walls and black tiles, and it is an idyllic southern pastoral scenery.

12. Strings of corn, dried apples and peaches are hung on the wall like knots with ropes, and many red peppers are mixed together like decorations.

13, oh, is spring coming? She came in a hurry with light feet. Dong laotou seems to be still paying attention to what to bring, but the spring girl is not allowed. Look carefully, are there some small green heads in the flowerpot? Oh, that's henna seed that fell last summer. I closed my eyes and prayed silently: May this little creature thrive! Open your eyes, peach trees have sprouted many new buds. Grape stems began to turn green, but orange trees and willows remained the same as before: green leaves, or tender or hard branches. Looking around, there is a faint greenish yellow. I know that it was my hardworking father who sowed the seeds and began to "go upstream". If it comes to March, you will also see the pink peach blossoms exposed outside the wall, which is extremely attractive. Looking at it, it seems that the tree is covered with big and red peaches.

14. After living in the city for a long time, I still want to live in the country, with a face of Zhang Shanliang and local customs; The river in front of the house, the fields, the mountains behind the house, the crops ... It warms your heart to think about it!

15, and then there is a lotus pond. An acre of square water is crowded with large and small lotus leaves and lotus flowers. Big lotus leaves are like round fans, small ones are like copper coins, some are quietly independent, some are floating on the water, uneven but patchy; After the rain, the lotus leaves were covered with water drops. When the breeze blows, the water drops roll back and forth on the leaves like pearls, which is very lovely. Lotus is in full bloom, almost transparent white, solemn, holy and beautiful. It's really "clear water produces hibiscus, natural carving"; Zhou Dunyi, a Confucian scholar in the Song Dynasty, believed that lotus was "straight through, unbridled, fragrant and clear, and could be viewed from a distance without being ridiculous". If you taste it carefully, it is true that the extraordinary quality of lotus is beyond the reach of other flowers.

16, in the orchard, persimmons are yellow, like yellow lanterns, and immature oranges are green, swinging around the branches!

17, the river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields. In the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and touching pastoral scenery!

18, autumn is coming, the harvest season. Whether it is potted crops or crops on the ground, it is a gratifying sight. Chinese cabbage and cabbage have rolled up their leaves, squatting there just waiting for you to harvest, like an ocean's head shrinking. There are also loofah and lentils in the four corners, all climbing the wall, holding vines and intertwined with branches outside the wall. From bottom to top, loofah and string of lentils are hung. Everyone says that autumn rain is annoying, but when it rains, when you come here and see a dripping green world, you will find the scenery more charming and autumn rain more lovely. When you are full of admiration, you must think of the owner of the garden. They are hardworking and capable, as simple and beautiful as this autumn rain and autumn fruit.

19, seriousness and cold are people's feelings about winter. But my yard survived in the cold. Isn't it? The orange tree with the fruit is still green. And the osmanthus trees that accompany it. Flat and carefully cultivated vegetable fields are not pregnant with expectations for the coming year? When it snows heavily, it is a small world of powder and jade. You will be washed and sublimated in this tranquility and purity.

20, there are often two lovely birds, catching the willow tips by the river, four eyes facing each other, singing and chirping, infinite tenderness, relying on each other. A pair of carp came out in the morning to get some air, taking advantage of the fog and playing to their heart's content, regardless of the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman.

2 1, clusters of trees, elegant and clean; Dark shadows like dark clouds are dragging their feet; Pieces of crops are still neat and stand proudly in the night. Beams of lights were emitted from the farmhouse and gradually went out.

22. Next to the vegetable field is a cornfield. Tall and straight corn stalks have grown to more than one person's height, like rows of neat soldiers standing in the ground; The corn is not ripe yet, and the stigma is still that faint purple. The corncob is wrapped in several layers of green tulle, looming among the broad green leaves. The breeze blows gently and the corn leaves rustle. I stood by the corn field for a long time, and the seemingly absent smell of corn was intoxicating.

My grandmother's house in the country is very spacious. Next to the house, there is always a melon rack lined with new green. Plant some loofah, or some cucumbers. Those palm-shaped leaves are green, thick or shallow. Long vines wound their way up the bamboo frame to the roof. Although there are no cucumbers on the current melon shelves, they also have different styles. Green leaves and crooked vines have trimmed the whole house with uncut natural lace. This kind of decoration is much more intimate and simple than the stone lion in front of the tall building in the city.

24. The world is gray and yellow. There are several desolate villages far and near.

25. The ancient windmill, with leaves like open wings, turns against the wind, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world!

26. The fields are in sight. The forest is listening. On the other side of the field, Bonnikov village sat like an old lady, pocketing everything that appeared in the field and everything that could be heard and felt in the forest.

27. The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields, and the roadside is paved with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs leads to the distant virgin forest along the winding dirt road. 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.

28. There is a long strip of cultivated land and a gray Pu Tian in the village. Pu Tian is a network path with pear trees and plum trees.

29. The amount of water in this place is amazing. As long as you stand in an empty place, there must be a big or small river bend flowing into your eyes.

30. 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.

3 1, around the hill, a yellow mud wall is faintly exposed, and the wall is covered with rice stalks.

32, chickens, there are always a few rural families, grandma is in the yard, built a chicken nest, raised a few chickens. Walking through the yard, you will surely see a hen and a chicken running. The cock stands proudly, like a general in a military parade, with high morale; Also like a filial gentleman to protect his family and protect his home.

33. Wedding teams come from time to time on the village road. The wedding motorcade composed of agricultural motor tricycles, dressed in red and full of dowry, lined up in a long queue, which was both ostentatious and lively, not inferior to the wedding scene of the city people. Under the blue sky and white clouds, smiling faces are as bright as sunshine in the suona sound.

When I left home in the morning, the sky was clear and the sky in the east was covered with clouds. The sun hides behind the clouds, shedding golden light and reflecting a crimson glow. The wet low-lying water on the road reflects the gray-blue sky and gray clouds. After the rain, the air was unusually fresh, and I stretched my sore body and slowly came to the suburbs.

35. Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.

36. Eggplant is a low-key plant. Almost all their branches and leaves grow on black soil. Green and lilac eggplant poked its head among the green branches and peeped at the outside world. A bed of eggplant is full of fruits, but it is always secretive and unwilling to show its face. It seems to tell people that it is better to be a low-key person!

37. Tunzili. In front of the window and under the eaves of every household, there are strings of red peppers, Queena Ding, buttercup, and qianzi, a tender corn cooked in winter.

38. The sky is getting brighter and the sun is shining, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early, nothing more than two things, burning incense at night and making breakfast. In this place, people's toilets are often by the river, and men and women do their own things and go hand in hand, but they don't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work.

39. Deep in the valley, around the lake, there is a village where the sunlight reflects colorful autumn colors in the orchard.

Surrounded by green grass, it is a huge pond, and the pond is as green as a flawless emerald. 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.

4 1. Stroll along the country road, see pieces of cauliflower, pear flower and peach blossom, experience the simplicity and nature of the country, have a cup of green tea and a cool one. This country in March is a unique picture.

42. 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.

43. Smoke billowed from the kitchen above the village, like a girl in a white gauze dancing gracefully in the sunset.

44. My hometown is in the countryside, and what I particularly love and dream of is the small courtyard with red walls. Not to mention the quaint bridges and flowing water in the countryside, charming pines and cypresses, vast black land, and common lotus ponds full of changes all year round. This small courtyard with red walls alone is very poetic.

45. Pyramid-shaped haystacks are sparsely arranged on the land, and the sun shines on them, shining with dazzling golden light.

46. On the farm, piles of sorghum stalks and bean stalks, large and small, crouched there alone.

47. Rows of Yang Shulin stand on the banks of the ancient canal, with tall and bare trunks stretching into the sky, twisted and intertwined roots clinging to the earth and penetrating into the heart of the earth, as if hurting someone. Witness the vicissitudes of life are those mottled bark. Like the villagers in the ancient village, I remember the scabbed wound in my heart, which made me shudder this winter. The fallen leaves are half buried in the soil, but the stems and collaterals are still supporting, trying to show a weak force. Those ancestral graves, half buried in the soil, are simple and quiet, just like before their death, which makes me fall into an indescribable state of mind.

On the hillside above the village stands an old windmill, which can be blown by winds from all directions.

49. In an open space behind the house, there are several kinds of flowers, such as impatiens, rose, azalea, dahlia and cockscomb. They are all kinds of flowers. According to the order of seasons, they are as red as fire, as pink as chardonnay, as white as snow ... Next to these flowers, there is a clump of bamboo. Young leaves interweave with straight stems, casting a shade. At this time, there were a few small bamboo shoots, showing sharp heads, as if they would stick their heads out of the ground uniformly as long as they were forced.

50. Agile children run on the dry road covered with red footprints, and they can hear the happy chat of farmers washing clothes by the pool and the axe of farmers repairing plows and rakes in the yard.

5 1, more than a dozen diaojiao buildings covered with green leaves are like coral reefs, immersed in the deep blue sea.

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

53. The mountains in the south are tall and lush. Precious white pine, like Korean pine, is lush, tall and handsome, and will last forever.

In the moonlight, trees, houses and mounds are covered with gauze. The land outside the village seems to be asleep, so quiet and mysterious.

Only on rural land can you see the charm of autumn rain. Walking on the ridge, holding an umbrella, listening to the sound of rain jumping on the umbrella surface, your heart can't help but want to dance with it. Looking up at the oblique umbrella, raindrops fall from the sky like smooth crystal. If you throw away your umbrella again, close your eyes and let the rain slide across your face, the dripping coolness will make every heartstring tremble and quickly produce a feeling that is both familiar and unfamiliar. At this time, if you can't help turning the umbrella around again, raindrops will splash everywhere, as if it were a huge turbine, adding a little childlike interest and joy to the autumn rain.

56. In the dead of winter, Ukrainian farmers' huts are hidden in layers of snow, just like groups of boats in stormy valleys.

57. The small courtyard is so simple and poetic. My yard is one of the ordinary small yards in our hometown. Friend, when you read this, won't you have a little yearning? Yes, I think so! Then, I sincerely invite you and your friends to visit us. At that time, I will definitely be the "landlord".

58. Although no one can be seen in this ravine, the red fruits on persimmon trees and the smoke from cooking stoves along the way add a little vitality.

59. Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and scattered villages are unsinkable ships.

60. Pumpkins also grow close to the ground, but their vines are gorgeous and there are flowers from Huang Cancan everywhere; Some yellow flowers have withered, and pumpkin eggs the size of fists grow in the middle. Ten days and a half later, it may give people a heavy surprise.

6 1, late in the morning, people wake up from their dreams and push the door open. The snow in one place began to melt, and the brown land was exposed in the Chaoyang area, steaming. Smoke from hard-working people's cooking curled up from the roof early. Maybe it's the wind. When the smoke leaves the roof, it rises straight. When it rises, it leans to one side at will. Gradually, it turned into a faint light and finally disappeared into the air at the top of the tree. The melted snow on the roof slid down the eaves, splashing yellow corn and red pepper hanging under the eaves. Chickens and ducks set up their nests from the chickens and ducks, and printed messy paw prints on the snow in the yard. The watchdog was attracted by the footsteps flowing in the street and sneaked out of the house to smell it, as if smelling the stew coming from someone's house. Not far away, firecrackers sent to the stove exploded, a sparrow flew, and snowflakes fell on the branches.

62. Not far from the house, there is a river. There are some ducks playing happily on the clear water. From time to time, stick your head in the water for food or play with your companions. The cry of "quack quack" echoed on the water. Even if someone is washing clothes and vegetables, it can't stop their joy. Several dragonflies also like to join in the fun and fly on the water. The reeds by the river are fluttering and seem to cover the river together. The river in the sun is particularly clear, and a breeze blows, causing ripples on the water surface.

63. In the early morning, before the fish in the river woke up, people had poked their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog is very thick, and there is no one opposite. When the two boats approached, they both broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that it was close, but the ships were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old fisherman here, 78 years old, with a fair face and a Hong Zhong voice. Selling small fish and shrimp, although an ordinary cry, makes people intoxicated. When you wake up with a cup of tea, you feel comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that it was dark, he stood at the stern and raised a line of mud and urine. Many of them have been scolded by their wives, and the water for cooking has to be picked from this river!