Going to the countryside to see the scenery is more than 500 words.
Once, I went to my grandmother's house in the northeast countryside for the summer vacation. As soon as I entered the village, a fresh air came to my face. If it rains continuously, the smell of grass will go straight into your nose, and the gentle cool wind will make you relaxed and happy.
When you walk in, you will see either gold or blue-green. On one side of the path is a clear stream. Soon there will be a few sparrows flying around in the distance, pecking around by the stream. Even children are not afraid to play with water. Bypassing the stream, you will see several cows swinging their tails in the shade of green grass. Dragonflies have always been their companions. The birds here are very free. They rest on the branches for a while, then spread their wings, hover low in front of your eyes and disappear. Inside, it's a private house. Every family has a yard, in front of which there are either some trees or some fruits and vegetables. There are always a few chickens, ducks and geese walking leisurely on the path in front of the door, full of vitality against the backdrop of small flowers and grass. Behind the house, there are endless rice fields. Rice is not mature yet, but in autumn, it becomes a golden ocean and people's joy of harvest.
In rural areas, there is no need to set an alarm clock. As soon as the sun rises, the crow of the rooster wakes up the people who are still sleeping and begins a new day's life. At noon, the sun is scorching, but the cool breeze in summer, like a gentle arm, wiped the sweat off the farmer's uncle's face and brought a little coolness. At night, flaming clouds filled half the sky, and the birds returned to their nests. People put the dishes on the table and feasted. Soon, it was dark, and people who had worked hard all day were comfortably lying in bed, listening to the lullaby of the Weaver Girl and falling asleep.
I like the beautiful scenery of the countryside, and I prefer the landscape paintings of harmony between man and nature.
The countryside in winter of 2009 is also beautiful. A little thing made me pay attention to the countryside and agriculture, countryside and farmers.
It snowed heavily that day, and the colorful world turned white overnight, as if washing away the dirt and dust of the city. The fairy tale world is displayed in front of us, and everything becomes flawless and sacred.
When I got to school, it was still dark, and the deep blue gradually dissipated in the sky against the white snow, and the stars became blurred.
I am sitting alone in the classroom studying, everything around me is so quiet, the snow outside the window is still so quiet, and there are some footprints from time to time, which are the traces of passers-by. Suddenly, what about the countryside at this time? The endless snow in the wheat field is dazzling white, but it is a different kind of beauty.
Two girls came from the door and said as they walked, "Look who likes to wear red and green clothes. He is definitely from the countryside. His eyes are really bad.
"I overheard their conversation, and that sentence made me aftertaste for a long time, and I got a knot in my heart." What shall we do without the countryside? It is often said that "food is the most important thing for the people".
"Where does our daily diet come from? The answer is the countryside.
From chicken, duck and fish to rice, oil and salt, most of them come from rural areas. You are not only the student who walks in the sea of books all day, but also the connector between the countryside and the city in the future. You will lose the countryside.
Without food, there is no courage to work hard and there is no pride in bullfighting.
Rural people work silently. Without the countryside, the world will always be a cell without mitochondria and will die because of lack of energy.
High-rise buildings have sprung up in cities, and people who pursue low carbon have begun to plant trees in the streets.
Truck after truck came to the city from the plantation in the country.
The city has become an oasis, and people swim in the green ocean. Imagine, without the countryside, where can the city be civilized and low-carbon? The sky in the country fields is the most beautiful, light blue, dotted with several clouds, one by one, and swallows fly by, just like a natural ink painting.
Imagine if there were no countryside, no land to grow crops, no blue sky where birds spread their wings, and no endless farmland for people.
How pitiful we should be when waste smoke from factories is everywhere! How can we live a happy life in the city without the hard work of rural people? Without the countryside, the birds chasing and frolicking in the fields, the endless wheat fields and the pure land under the blue sky, we will stop breathing forever and stay away from the happy and beautiful nature.
When the footprints of cities spread all over the world, the countryside is also in a sharp decline. Although they are struggling to death, they will not help the world.
The world will fall into a panic of hunger. Fight, fight or fight.
Grain will become more expensive than gold, the sky will always be filled with smoke from factories, birds and animals will disappear one after another, and there will never be a vibrant sun in the sky.
"Rich peasants are the foundation of the world." Agriculture is the foundation of the world and all the people.
Therefore, when the sky in the city becomes vast, the countryside is eroded bit by bit and finally disappears completely.
So take action, take agriculture as the foundation, respect farmers, attach importance to agriculture, pay attention to the countryside, let the countryside shine forever, let the pace of the countryside never stop, and make the countryside better.
My aunt came to our house on the first day of summer vacation. I'm so happy, because I haven't seen her since the Spring Festival, and I can't help but say, so happy! As usual, menstruation had lunch at my house, but not long after lunch, her family wanted to go home early. I want to stay with my aunt for a few days. With the consent of my parents, my aunt and I set off at 2 o'clock sharp.
There were few people on the long-distance bus along the way. I could clearly feel the cool wind blowing outside the window. From the window, I could see rows of neat trees, many ponds and green wheat fields.
Suddenly I felt the feeling of a country road! To quote Feng Jicai's words in >: How nice! It didn't take long for me to have the usual routine of taking a long-distance bus-I was sleepy.
I fell asleep with my eyes narrowed. I dreamed that I was standing in the middle of a large wheat field, with my arms outstretched and my eyes closed, feeling the fresh and natural air.
Just when I was enjoying nature, the ups and downs of the bus pulled me back, and my aunt said, "It's almost there.
"I'm really nervous and excited. How is my aunt's house? " Ah! Finally, "I thought.
I thought I could get there by getting off the bus, but I still have a long way to go.
After walking for about two minutes, there is a small farmhouse in front of a wheat field, which is my aunt's home.
Menstruation's home is simple, but unlike the city, it has a free space and world.
It's already afternoon when I get back to menstruation's house. I'm a little tired. After dinner, I went to bed without doing anything.
The next day, I thought I got up early, but I didn't expect my aunt to get up early, which also let me know that people in rural areas get up early no matter what occupation, and are busy from morning till night: cooking, washing clothes, feeding animals and so on.
At about nine in the morning, I do my homework as usual. What I want to write today is Chinese extracurricular reading. To be honest, this is my weakness. As long as I do a good job in extracurricular reading, my Chinese scores will always be in the top few.
Today, I am very happy that my aunt, as a Chinese teacher, gave me guidance. The first thing she said exposed my "old background". My aunt said, "I have to read at least three or four times after class, but I can think for myself." Look at it once at most, and sometimes you are lucky. I really regret it.
My aunt also told me, "You should study more. Look at the children in our countryside. Unlike you, they seldom have the opportunity to read extracurricular books, let alone world famous books. Think more about them, how happy are you? " "It suddenly occurred to me that there are still many Chinese and foreign masterpieces in my family that I haven't had time to read. Only then did I understand that I didn't have a lot of free time or when I remembered to read the book, but I "squeezed" the time to read it myself. I was really wrong before!
Autumn is a beautiful picture that brings people the joy of harvest.
On a sunny weekend, my parents and I went to the orchard to pick apples.
At the gate of the orchard, from a distance, the fruit trees are covered with red apples, just like red lanterns, which are beautiful.
At this moment, my mother said to me, "Let's have an apple picking competition to see who picks a basket of apples first." .
"Father beside said," my daughter and I are a group.
"I also said excitedly," great, my father and I must be the first.
"Say that finish, I can't wait to drag my father's hand and run into the orchard.
Although the fruit tree is not very tall, it's a pity that I am not tall either, so my father gently picked me up and let me ride on his generous shoulders like when I was a child.
There are so many apples on the tree! I see things in a blur. At this moment, I found a big red apple hidden in the green leaves. I quickly said to my father, "Dad, Dad, look here, there is a big apple."
"Dad looked in the direction of my finger and said with a smile," Really, I didn't notice hiding under the leaves.
"Dad moved carefully, afraid of accidentally falling on me.
Three times five divided by two, my father and I took it off.
My mother has been taking pictures of our father and daughter with her mobile phone, as if she forgot the game she had arranged with me.
Time flies in the laughter of our family, and many fresh apples have been stored in the small bamboo basket.
After my father put me down from my shoulder, I couldn't wait to run to my mother and said excitedly, "Mom, mom, come and see who picked more apples?" My mother wiped my sweat and said with a smile, "Don't look, Tingting certainly picked a lot, and my mother gave up."
Hearing this, I am even more excited. I shouted to my father in the distance: "Dad, we are the first. Mom gave up.
"Dad came up to me and said," Of course, when our father and daughter make a move, we will definitely win the first prize.
"It's really fun to play in the orchard today. We carefully put the apples we picked into the bag. I want to take the trophy I won today home to my grandmother to taste and share my happiness with her.
I'm not used to fishing in the country, so I write 400 words at home.
Because there is never a more comfortable place in the city than home, but people in the countryside are very enthusiastic, and I gradually like the countryside.
I had a good time with my brother, and he decided to take me fishing in the reservoir! When I heard the news, I was all smiles when I slept.
In the early morning, the turtle by the window fluttered in the basin, and the sound of fluttered woke me up.
Squinting at the sunshine outside the window, I sat up slightly, ready to go fishing with my brother.
At about ten o'clock, my brother and I walked to the "reservoir".
Walking along the shoe prints on the road, there are traces of water on the shoe prints. What does this mean? It shows that the reservoir is getting closer and closer, and the water on the ground is caused by moisture.
Step by step, we came to a place like a pool.
It was shallow at first, and then it got deeper and deeper.
I seemed very excited and picked up a handful of water and splashed it on my face. It's cold and refreshing, and some water is poured straight into the stomach. The taste is very light, which makes people feel like drinking mineral water.
A gust of wind made the fish jump out of the water, dripping on my feet and splashing on my face.
One by one, the scales sparkled.
I quickly prepared to go fishing, because I was so impatient that I forgot that the bait had not been stung! Everything will be ready soon. I calmly waited for the little fish to take the bait quickly, hoping to catch a lot of fish today.
Ripples rippled, and I felt a force pulling my fishing rod and pulled it up at once. I thought it was a big fish, followed by a group of small fish, but I never thought it was two crabs pulling sardines! I went fishing under the big tree because I was afraid of heatstroke.
I tied two crabs with a rope for fear that the fish caught behind me would be killed or eaten by them.
Tie it up and put it in a bucket. Tie new sardines as bait.
My brother has caught two big fish and four sardines at this moment, and is playing the game of eagle catching chicken.
I was in a hurry, so I decided to catch up with my brother.
I have an idea. I first stuffed the loach into the sardine's stomach, and then made a hole. After it smelled blood, I plunged it into the water again.
Soon, it was bubbling.
Fortunately, I sat under the tree, otherwise, I might have been dragged into the water, because I was tied to the edge of the tree by a rope and I was pulled back like a spring. I quickly pulled it in, and a flat fish was pulled up by me. What a powerful force! I really hope this is the sea, and I can catch a lovely little turtle.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was not much bait left. Look at my bucket. There is a big fish, two crabs, twelve sardines, five shrimps and a small fish. There is no bucket yet! And my brother's bucket contains many small fish and two big fish.
Although I failed, I am still happy to congratulate my brother on his victory.
People in my hometown are very enthusiastic, and my feelings with my brother are getting better and better. I like my hometown and the beautiful scenery there.
Moreover, after that unforgettable fishing experience, my temper was not as urgent as before.
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Perhaps living in the city now, we have begun to get tired of the prosperity and noise of the city, miss and yearn for the small village once, and constantly look for places to escape from the city.
But people in rural areas think that cities are so good and how fast they make money, and many things can't be bought in rural areas. When children come to the city, they can also receive higher education, which is completely paradise. How can we city people value the old places in the countryside? But how can they understand the shortcomings of this city? Cars come and go in the city, and the tail gas and waste gas emitted by factories and cars constitute a "beautiful urban landscape".
Children in many cities hear adults say how beautiful their hometown is, but how hard people's lives are. Although I talk about sympathy, I am envious in my heart! The countryside is mysterious, unknown and worth cherishing for us. Children in rural areas should not think that they have anything to be proud of. You are very lucky. You should be proud of living in a beautiful small village! I remember playing in the old house in my hometown when I was a child.
I walked across the high threshold for a while, feeling that this threshold must be a prop for adults to control children to run around; After a while, I stroked the old wooden table with my hand and felt the scratches on it were very comfortable. Sitting in a small chair for a while, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about some strange things. My favorite passage is "Is the country lonely?" Sometimes it is one o'clock, but it is soon filled with frogs' songs; Frogs croak out, loneliness comes, but it is soon full of birds that arrive in time; Birds are scattered, and loneliness once again attacked grandpa's day. But the frog song and the bird song came at the same time, which exceeded the loneliness that was not serious.
Rain fills the loneliness of clouds, rainbows fill the loneliness of the sky, springs fill the loneliness of mountains, fish fill the loneliness of rivers, swallows fill the loneliness of eaves, dogs bark the loneliness of nights, cocks open their voices to fill the loneliness of dawn, and sons, daughters-in-law and grandchildren come one after another to fill the loneliness of dusk ... Grandpa never has time to be lonely, so he has been studying all his life.
From today's point of view, the ancient loneliness in the countryside is nothing more than a homework assigned by God himself: leave some gaps in time and then fill them with nature, nature, human feelings and customs.
"Yes, although she is not rich, her beauty can always make people linger, make themselves happy, and feel the terrible darkness and endless loneliness. How long can some of them last? God created everything, and she left nature to human beings to explore and discover.
However, perhaps she didn't expect that many people actually put aside nature to create a city of cement and steel. Only farmers in small mountain villages are willing to tirelessly put green clothes on barren hills, so that the barren land can grow watery tomatoes, and beautiful countryside, with lovely small potatoes and Chinese cabbage, will gradually disappear and be replaced by cities. The answer is unknown, but I hope those villages that still exist will always watch our growth.
If small villages disappear, our descendants may no longer love their hometown and think that all buildings in the world are made of cement and steel, which is nothing unusual, and that would be bad.
In fact, in my opinion, every village is beautiful, but whether people will appreciate and love her.
Country, you will be immortal, we will love you and care about you, and you will live in our hearts forever!
I'm not used to going to the countryside to burn kiln compositions and returning to my hometown.
Because there is never a more comfortable place in the city than home, but people in the countryside are very enthusiastic, and I gradually like the countryside.
I had a good time with my brother, and he decided to take me fishing in the reservoir! When I heard the news, I was all smiles when I slept.
In the early morning, the turtle by the window fluttered in the basin, and the sound of fluttered woke me up.
Squinting at the sunshine outside the window, I sat up slightly, ready to go fishing with my brother.
At about ten o'clock, my brother and I walked to the "reservoir".
Walking along the shoe prints on the road, there are traces of water on the shoe prints. What does this mean? It shows that the reservoir is getting closer and closer, and the water on the ground is caused by moisture.
Step by step, we came to a place like a pool.
It was shallow at first, and then it got deeper and deeper.
I seemed very excited and picked up a handful of water and splashed it on my face. It's cold and refreshing, and some water is poured straight into the stomach. The taste is very light, which makes people feel like drinking mineral water.
A gust of wind made the fish jump out of the water, dripping on my feet and splashing on my face.
One by one, the scales sparkled.
I quickly prepared to go fishing, because I was so impatient that I forgot that the bait had not been stung! Everything will be ready soon. I calmly waited for the little fish to take the bait quickly, hoping to catch a lot of fish today.
Ripples rippled, and I felt a force pulling my fishing rod and pulled it up at once. I thought it was a big fish, followed by a group of small fish, but I never thought it was two crabs pulling sardines! I went fishing under the big tree because I was afraid of heatstroke.
I tied two crabs with a rope for fear that the fish caught behind me would be killed or eaten by them.
Tie it up and put it in a bucket. Tie new sardines as bait.
My brother has caught two big fish and four sardines at this moment, and is playing the game of eagle catching chicken.
I was in a hurry, so I decided to catch up with my brother.
I have an idea. I first stuffed loach into the belly of sardines, and then poked a hole. After it smelled blood, I plunged it into the water again.
Soon, it was bubbling.
Fortunately, I sat under the tree, otherwise, I might have been dragged into the water, because I was tied to the edge of the tree by a rope and I was pulled back like a spring. I quickly pulled it in, and a flat fish was pulled up by me. What a powerful force! I really hope this is the sea, and I can catch a lovely little turtle.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was not much bait left. Look at my bucket. There is a big fish, two crabs, twelve sardines, five shrimps and a small fish. There is no bucket yet! And my brother's bucket contains many small fish and two big fish.
Although I failed, I am still happy to congratulate my brother on his victory.
People in my hometown are very enthusiastic, and my feelings with my brother are getting better and better. I like my hometown and the beautiful scenery there.
Moreover, after that unforgettable fishing experience, my temper was not as urgent as before.
Go to the countryside-write a 300-word composition as truly as possible (for example, fishing for lobsters, picking wild flowers and digging peanuts) and recall what you have experienced. You can be fictional and transplant other people's things to yourself. Weaving is not like a novel. It's chaotic, easy to write, and it can't go on. The novel has facts as a reference, but it just changed the protagonist and wrote a line. That's a student. Junior high school entrance examination, senior high school entrance examination and composition account for a large proportion in the examination results. For students, the composition at the moment is worth thousands of dollars, which is related to the future fate. Students should read more books and keep diaries on how to write a good composition. Reading is a process of accumulating and learning knowledge. Keeping a diary is an exercise and interest in writing and should become a habit. Some teachers' "World Articles"
The trip to the countryside is over, and I can finally go to my grandmother's house.
I packed my things and got on the train.
A day and a half later, grandma's house arrived. Because it was night, my mother let me and my sister live in the new building. Soon, I fell asleep listening to the cry of Weaver Girl.
In the morning, I woke up from my dream and only heard a few birds chirping.
Looking back: "Hey? Where did my sister go? " I got dressed and ran downstairs.
Seeing that my sister didn't go far, I rushed up and asked, "Second sister, it's only 5: 30! Why do you get up so early? " "Don't early how line? Today we are going to peel the pods.
""Peeling pods? "I was curious, so I followed my sister to my grandmother's house.
My grandmother's house is antique and has a unique flavor.
After a while, my sister came with a basket of pods.
I don't know how to peel it. My sister taught me to hold the pod in one hand and then pull out the silk at the top of the pod without breaking it. After that, I gently moved the pod and the beans jumped out.
After about two hours, a basket of pods was finally peeled off. Looking at that pile of green beans, I have a great sense of accomplishment! At noon, many people came out to eat with rice bowls, and I followed their example and came out to eat with rice bowls.
Well, the air here is really fresh. There is no smoke and noise. It is really comfortable.
Kittens and puppies lie lazily on the ground, and the sun shines with a smile, bringing light to people.
After dinner, I walked alone on the country road, and Yuan Ye on both sides was covered with lush trees, which I could not only see, but also enjoy the cool like a selfless grandfather.
At about one o'clock in the afternoon, my parents and sisters took me swimming. I had to admire the scenery along the river-the river was divided into two dams, and the first dam was full and rushed into a stream below. The water in the stream is always shallow, and small fish and shrimps swim freely at the bottom.
Crabs hide under rocks for fear of being caught.
There are more than a dozen pavilions on both sides of the river. Next to each pavilion, there is a willow, fluttering in the wind, like a delicate girl combing her fluffy hair.
Xifeng blew into the water and everyone's face.
At this moment, everyone's face is filled with a happy smile.
If you are tired of swimming, rest on the shore; Tired of playing, we went to the roadside snack bar. Although it was a little simple, the temptation of barbecue was irresistible to us children. We dragged our parents there.
In the evening, the setting sun dyed the whole sky red, and the light reflected on people's faces, hair and bodies, making them "red people".
At night, the weaver girl's cry rang again, and I fell asleep with a sweet smile. At this time, everything is beautiful for me.
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Composition: Digging peanuts in the countryside should not be less than 300 words 1. I often see others digging peanuts on TV and my hands begin to itch. I heard adults say that digging peanuts is also a chore.
But in this way, my interest is even greater.
Once, the opportunity came, and I wanted to go to my grandmother's house, just in the peanut ripening season.
When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I couldn't wait to dig peanuts, but first I had to wash my hands and then pull up my pants. I chose a small hoe and went to dig peanuts with my sister, brother, brother and grandmother.
I chose a small piece of "Feng Shui Treasure Land" to dig peanuts.
We agreed to compete to see who dug more.
I aimed at a peanut, alas, the "new" technology is not good, please don't take it to heart.
Originally, I cut this peanut in half, so I had to use my hands. I turned up my sleeves and made a gesture. Pull it out too hard. Peanuts are * * *, I'm in trouble. I lay on my back in the dirt and got up quickly. I can't waste time.
I picked peanuts one by one by hand and put them in the basket.
After a while, I finished pulling peanuts in this small place, and I found another small place to dig.
Next to me is my brother's basket. I can't help but grab one from my brother's basket. "What? It turns out that you can also be a thief! " My brother said proudly.
"cheap!" "Okay, okay! Don't be angry, I'll give it to you.
"My sister said.
Students, living in the city, we should experience rural life more, increase our knowledge and make our life colorful.
2. In the summer evening, the scorching sun refused to recede, and it still scorched the earth like a fireball.
The bamboo, pumpkin leaves and camellia leaves in front of the house are all rolled up, even the sunflower heads down, and the earth seems to have melted.
Mother said, "Are you going to pull peanuts in the field?" My sister and I said "no" in unison.
Mother had to carry the basket alone and go to the field alone.
I thought about it at home. On such a hot day, I comfortably fanned the electric fan at home, but my mother went to the field alone. This is so unfilial! Thinking of this, I immediately rushed to my mother by bike.
When I got to the peanut field, I saw my mother squatting there alone, pulling hard.
I walked over, quietly bent down and began to pull out.
Mother saw me next to her and asked, "Why are you here?" I said, "I want you to go home quickly and lighten your burden." .
"I grabbed the branches and leaves of peanuts." Alas, "I pulled hard and didn't pull the peanuts up." I pulled the leaves down. Peanut is still sleeping. I don't want to come out. It's not that I can't pull them up.
"Pull it again," I encouraged myself. "I can do it!" I tried again, but I still couldn't get up.
My mother showed me again when she saw that I didn't pull out any plants. I saw that my mother grabbed the lower branch of the peanut first, then shook it a few times and pulled it gently, and the peanuts were "up".
"Hey, what's the matter? Peanuts can be pulled up so easily, I can't afford it? " I asked curiously, "Didn't you just shake it a few times?" "Yes, I did shake a few times. This is to loosen the hard soil, so that it won't be so hard to pull it up again? " Mom said.
Ah, it turned out that I made a mistake in the first step. There is a trick to pulling peanuts. No wonder I can't pull them up! According to my mother, I pulled it out step by step. In a short time, peanuts became my captive. I just shook the branches with my hands a few times, and then I came out.
Hey! It is not easy to pull peanuts.
Although sweat flowed from head to back, I was still very happy, because I pulled a lot of peanuts and found the meaning of labor.
After this experience, I thought of a sentence: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind.
I am this man!
I'll answer Wednesday night. Liu Ziyang and I had a quarrel, which was very unpleasant. That night, after the evening self-study, Guo Xiaoge and Liu Ziyang played Go in the dormitory, and we watched. Suddenly, I found that Brother Guo could eat Liu Ziyang's, so I quickly and excitedly helped Brother Guo pick up the elephant and eat Liu Ziyang's. As a result, Liu Ziyang flew into a rage. He jumped up and grabbed my face like me. I scratched his face with my eyes closed, and then Liu Ziyang punched me, and I punched him. That's it. You scratch my face and I scratch his face. You hit me, I hit him. We beat around in the dormitory.
Please indicate the source? Going to the countryside to see the scenery is more than 500 words.