What sentences describe "rural life"?

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.

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.

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

In the orchard, persimmons are yellow, like yellow lanterns, and immature oranges are green, swaying in the branches!

Summer is coming, don't you see? 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 feel "blessed". 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?

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

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.

Serious 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.

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 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, and the whole atmosphere presents a medieval local meaning.

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!

My hometown is in the countryside, and what I 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.

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!

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.

There are often two lovely birds, holding the top of the willow tree by the river, with their eyes facing each other, singing chirp, infinite tenderness and snuggling up to 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.