Good words and sentences about rural life

1, rural mornings are so beautiful that they all smell of earth. Grass is drinking dew, birds are chirping and singing, and sleeping malt is gently awakened. After careful pruning by farmers' friends-watering, fertilizing and weeding, their tender little hands played a cheerful festival and began to read the wind in cadence.

2. The first cheerful people in rural areas are amphibious friends. The erosion of rain and the accumulation of water make it more convenient for them to take a bath and swim, so they are very happy. While cleaning themselves, they sang loudly. The loud songs passed through the rippling bovine capillary waves from the bottom of every corn plant, the bottom of every crop leaf and the side of every puddle, broke through the giant screen of green gauze and echoed among the vast mountains and white clouds, but they heard thousands of voices. That song rose from the sky, resounded through the sky and lingered in the chest, making people deeply intoxicated in the melody of this pastoral harvest.

3. I am carrying a small bamboo basket and humming a ditty, shuttling between fruit trees. Suddenly, a big round apple caught my eye. Blink of an eye, it was "lying" in my palm. It is as dazzling as a ruby, and it also exudes an attractive fragrance. The greedy worm in his stomach has long been purring. I couldn't wait to wipe myself twice, and then I took a big bite. Sweet apple juice went straight to my throat. How cool!

4. The newly grown grass is whispering with the spring breeze! The spring breeze is blowing, there are bursts of laughter, and some people are humming the tune of the water town! On the cow's back, the shepherd boy sang sweet water songs loudly, and the air was filled with a strong taste of water songs. Just like the strong wind in spring, there are thousands of trees and pears at night. After a night, all kinds of trees are full of flowers, and the flowers compete with each other, giving off bursts of fragrance. Flowers are so beautiful, so fragrant, so delicate! Under the flowers, swarms of bees are buzzing and busy flying to collect honey. They are brewing a sweet new life. How cute! When the wind blows, flowers, grass and seedlings sway together, just like actors dancing in applause. "Look at the flowers and see the garden", the idyllic spring scenery of the water town is the ocean of flowers and the world of flowers.

5. The endless desert in Xinjiang makes people feel cold; The rippling sea water in Hainan makes people feel empty; The World Horticultural Exposition Park in Kunming, the spring city, makes people feel dry and depressed. The picturesque Zhangjiajie National Forest Geopark in Hunan makes people feel depressed and sultry. I like to travel around. I have traveled all over eight provinces in China and experienced the natural scenery of each place. I want to say from the bottom of my heart: it is still the pastoral beauty of our water town! Needless to say, golden wheat waves and rice fields in autumn, but the beautiful pastoral scenery in spring is enough to fascinate you. ...

6. overnight, the standing rice slept on the ground like a carpet. The fields have become very wide. A few days later, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and the fields turned green. Ah, it turned out to be green wheat seedlings, much like green grass. Wheat leaves are thin and long, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if growing faster than others.

7. The corresponding interesting picture is the distant mountain under the deep blue sky. The vast cornfields in its arms, the green trees in the fields and the jade belts in the fields float to the road deep in the green tent ... But this picture is not static and monotonous: corn is waving to each other, dancing, trees are rustling gently, dragonflies are swimming leisurely, occasionally. This beautiful picture!

8. In the morning, the sky in the east is fish-belly white, and everything is foggy, as if the earth were covered with a layer of silver gauze. The earth is still sleeping, and the beautiful little faces of flowers are rolling with crystal dew. "Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-the birds are chirping and chatting; The streams tinkle with songs, forming a wonderful spring morning song; Grandpa Sun smiled and spread the golden sunshine all over the countryside. In this season, it is a pleasure to walk in the countryside and feel the idyllic spring scenery!

9. After breakfast, it seems that someone is silently directing. All people, old and young, take silver sickles, go out of their homes, rush to the fields and start to grab a bumper harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and soaked their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. The sound of "click click" is connected into an idyllic symphony. How beautiful and cheerful the voice is. You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

10, the countryside is beautiful, and the countryside in spring is beautiful! As long as you savor it carefully and feel the pastoral scenery of spring with your heart, you will miss it. It is no wonder that Tao Yuanming, a famous hermit in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, gave up his good official position and wanted to live in seclusion in the countryside, concentrate on farming and lead a leisurely pastoral life.

1 1. Although the houses under the hillside are short, they are patchwork and have a unique flavor! There is a kitchen smoke rising from the roof, like a Longfei Bai in the sky. Oh, there are farmers cooking!

12. If you go out for a walk on a summer night, you will often see country people having dinner. They moved tables, chairs and meals to the door and ate widely. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze and the birds flying home overhead are all their good friends. Together with the country people, they merged into a natural and harmonious natural landscape.

13, in the morning, I walked on the tree-lined path, and the fresh air made me relaxed and happy. Through the pile of weeds covered with small thorns, a vast orchard is displayed. Red apples bend branches, like children's smiling faces. Pears in Huang Chengcheng hang on the treetops like little lanterns. Handfuls of rice are like the Olympic torch. When the wind blows, the ears of rice sway from side to side, setting off a golden "wave".

14, in the early morning, there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, and the gauze-like fog hung over the fields, as if to give the rice the last moisture. When the sun came out, the eyes were golden, and the full rice bowed its head and bent the rice straw. Dewdrops are hung on the rice grains, which shine brightly under the sunlight, like countless pearls.

15, here are gorgeous flowers, fresh grass, warm sunshine and gurgling streams. There is a floral fragrance mixed with a faint earthy fragrance in the air; The afternoon sun shines through the dense leaf layer and becomes a sparkling spot on the ground; Three or two birds are standing on the branches, singing whirling songs; There are ever-changing clouds in the blue sky; Trees stand upright beside the road, bringing a hint of coolness to people in hot summer. At this time, lying on the grass by the stream, enjoying the perfect combination of man and nature: I heard the smoke rising from the mountains in the evening; I saw the subtle sound of flowers blooming on the treetops; I feel the fragrance of peach blossoms dancing in the wind. ...

16. Not far away, the big tree stands upright and holds its head high. Dense leaves penetrated the shadow of the sun, and their lives were particularly vigorous. From a distance, these trees are like a mighty warrior, guarding the flowers and grass here. The grass is extremely green, and there is a drop of dew on the head, which is crystal clear and shining in the hot sun. The grass is like an elegant dancer, dancing in the breeze, with beautiful and charming dance. In the distance, flowers are blooming. Come and see! There are many kinds of flowers, just like countless stars in the sky. Red as fire, white as snow, pink as chardonnay and yellow as gold, so beautiful. A faint scent will surely intoxicate you.

17 In addition to the frog drum, there are one or two crisp cicadas, the occasional hiss of unknown insects and the rustling of leaves in the breeze, which adds to the liveliness of this song. They skillfully cooperate with each other and have been echoing and echoing over the countryside. ...

18, full of food and drink, my mother and I came to the towering bamboo forest again, and the bamboo parents sang a nice lullaby to let the baby sleep and grow up quickly. Deep in the bamboo forest, we rode mountain bikes on steep mountain roads. It's really a green ocean. The people in Zhuhai are very spirited, and the cars in Zhuhai are very new.

19. 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.

20. After enjoying the scenery along the way, I came to the crystal clear stream and enjoyed the fresh air in Yuan Ye. The grass here is soft, elastic and comfortable, which is much more fun than the trampoline in the city. Lying on it, there seems to be a layer of soft wool under your body. I felt a little thirsty, so I took a sip of the river. A sweet and cool smell quickly penetrated into my heart from the tip of my tongue. There are also bright peach blossoms by the river. The chubby mandarin fish jumps out of the water from time to time, makes a beautiful "dragon tail shake" in the air, and then draws a beautiful arc and jumps into the water. What a peach blossom! These three beautiful scenery constitute a natural and harmonious pastoral landscape.

2 1. In the field, the rice fields are peacefully absorbing the fresh rain the night before, and the growing corn seedlings are exercising their gradually thick waist in the sun and wind. All kinds of fruits, hidden in the branches and leaves, look at the countryside with a smile.

22. The corresponding interesting picture is the distant mountain under the deep blue sky, with its vast cornfields in its arms, green trees in the fields and jade belts in the fields drifting to the road deep in the green tent ... But this picture is not static and monotonous: the corn is waving and dancing to each other, the trees are rustling and tapping, and dragonflies are swimming leisurely and occasionally. This beautiful picture!

23. Walking on the path between the country neighbors, the hard work of the farmers in the field, the family happiness under the wisteria in front of the door, the warmth of chatting in the village, and the leisurely fishing by the pond, were not deeply moved by the quiet life in this spring, and could not help but bow their heads and raise their eyebrows and laugh out loud.

24, overnight, all the standing meals slept on the ground, like a carpet. The fields have become very wide. A few days later, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and the fields turned green. Ah, it turned out to be green wheat seedlings, much like green grass. Wheat leaves are thin and long, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if growing faster than others.

25. I am carrying a small bamboo basket and humming a tune, shuttling between fruit trees. Suddenly, a big round apple caught my eye. Blink of an eye, it was "lying" in my palm. It is as dazzling as a ruby, and it also exudes an attractive fragrance. The greedy worm in his stomach has long been purring. I couldn't wait to wipe myself twice, and then I took a big bite. Sweet apple juice went straight to my throat. How cool!

26. Open the diary of the season. This spring is the innocent title page of this poetry collection. The birds have been crowing for three or five times, and the peach blossoms are one or two spring. Only after a long winter of accumulation and brewing can there be a huge spring thunder in the poem; Has quietly cut open the accumulation of winter clouds, cut out countless strands of moss, cut out the enchanting spring breeze of thousands of miles of peach blossoms; There is an attractive freshness, wrapped in a few graceful postures, revealing a bit of elegant charm and a bit of shyness. Weave a little poetry between heaven and earth and a little hazy spring rain. They vividly described the countryside. All the crops have sprouted new buds and bloomed new flowers, attracting countless hardworking bees to collect nectar and painting a colorful pastoral picture in spring.

27. In addition to the frog drum, there are one or two crisp cicadas, the occasional hiss of unknown insects and the rustling of leaves in the breeze, which adds to the liveliness of this song. They skillfully cooperate with each other and have been echoing and echoing over the countryside. ...

28. There are no rich and elegant peonies in the countryside, and there are no white and plain magnolia trees. Roadsides and ridges are covered with clusters or sporadic unknown flowers. There is a shy complex in every long and short meridian and every large and small petal.

29. The idyllic morning is so beautiful that it smells of earth. Grass is drinking dew, birds are chirping and singing, and sleeping malt is gently awakened. After careful pruning by farmers' friends-watering, fertilizing and weeding, their tender little hands played a cheerful festival and began to read the wind in cadence.

In the morning, I walked on the tree-lined path, and the fresh air made me relaxed and happy. Through the pile of weeds covered with small thorns, a vast orchard is displayed. Red apples bend branches, like children's smiling faces. Pears in Huang Chengcheng hang on the treetops like little lanterns. Handfuls of rice are like the Olympic torch. When the wind blows, the ears of rice sway from side to side, setting off a golden "wave".

3 1. If you go out for a walk on a summer night, you will often see country people having dinner. They moved tables, chairs and meals to the door and ate widely. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze and the birds flying home overhead are all their good friends. Together with the country people, they merged into a natural and harmonious natural landscape.

32. The crisp birdsong awakens the sleeping land and villages, cleans up the depression left by the cold winter, decorates the spring with flowers, and the ink is fresh and quiet.

33. Look at the sky, look at the drifting clouds, look at the scenery on the roadside, let your thoughts run in the sky, and let your tired heart rest on this clean land. You can't live too clearly, and it doesn't matter if you indulge your freedom of thought occasionally.

34. This village, on the vast snowfield, is like a rugged white building block.

35. 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!

36: Huanglong Township Government 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.

37: In addition to the frog drum, there are one or two crisp cicadas, the occasional hiss of unknown insects and the rustling of leaves in the breeze, which adds to the liveliness of this song. They skillfully cooperate with each other and have been echoing and echoing over the countryside. ...

38: The golden wheat is ripe, and the heavy ears of wheat bend the waist of the straw. However, the straw is still very polite. Look, they are bowing to you! That polite look can be seen at a glance: it turns out that wheat also knows the word "politeness".

39: The hot summer is coming, and the little loach is running around in the ditch. The fields are pale yellow and green, which look like forests and grasslands from a distance, bringing coolness to people. The frog croaked desperately in the field, and the cucumber climbed onto the scaffold, like a child on a swing.

40: I have sailed the Huanghua River, which is carried by the waterway of Green Creek. 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! .

4 1: Jia Yi was exiled for three years, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

42: satiated with food and drink, my mother and I came to the towering bamboo forest again. On the side, bamboo father and mother sang a nice lullaby to coax the baby to sleep and grow up quickly. Deep in the bamboo forest, we rode mountain bikes on steep mountain roads. It's really a green ocean. The people in Zhuhai are very spirited, and the cars in Zhuhai are very new.

43: the second cold food, homesick tears. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.

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!

45: After breakfast, it seems that someone is silently directing. All people, old and young, go out of their homes with silver sickles and rush to the fields to start harvesting. Sweat flowed on their faces and soaked their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. The sound of "click click" is connected into an idyllic symphony. How beautiful and cheerful the voice is. You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

46: I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

47: Summer is coming, have you seen it? You must be surprised: the peach tree near the corner can't hide its inner joy and show people its rich fruits. It's so big, white and red. You can even feel the sweet juice of the fruit overflowing. Try one, even if it makes you happy. Oh, by the way, don't forget a bunch of bright green, red and purple grapes hanging on that plant. These grapes seem blushing and shy. Only after midsummer can we see such a situation. What about autumn?

48: 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 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.

49: overnight, all the standing meals slept on the ground, like a carpet. The fields have become very wide. A few days later, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and the fields turned green. Ah, it turned out to be green wheat seedlings, much like green grass. Wheat leaves are thin and long, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if growing faster than others.

50: After breakfast, it seems that someone is silently directing. All people, old and young, take silver sickles, go out of their homes, rush to the fields and start grabbing crops. Sweat flowed on their faces and soaked their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. The sound of "click click" is connected into an idyllic symphony. How beautiful and cheerful the voice is. You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.