A short essay describing an idyllic scene, describing a pastoral scene

In the early morning, a white mist like a thin gauze shrouded the fields, as if giving the rice its last moisture. The sun came out, and the eyes were golden, and the full ears of rice lowered their heads, bending the rice stalks. The dew drops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, shining brightly, like countless pearls.

A gust of wind blew, the rice moved with the wind, and after lunch, it seemed as if someone was silently directing, the old man, the youth, the child. All of them coincidentally, holding a scythe shining with silver light, walked out of the house, hurried to the field, and began to harvest. Sweat was running down their faces, wetting their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them.

Click, click, click"Loud together, into a pastoral symphony. What a beautiful voice, how cheerful! You see, the soybean poked its round little head out of the pod and looked out, as if it was also admiring the harvest scene.

Overnight, the standing rice fell asleep on the ground, like a carpet. The fields became very wide. After another two or three days, the rice that had slept on the ground was gone, and turned green.

Yikes! It turned out to be a green wheat leaf, mostly like a green grass. The wheat leaves are thin and long, soft and tender, and they suck the crystal rain and dew, and they rush to grow, as if they are competing to see who grows the tallest and the fastest.

There was a hollow in front of me, and when I stepped forward, it was full of vegetables: fiery peppers, green greens, clusters of grass ......

We walked on the ridge and felt very comfortable with the spring breeze blowing in front of us. Because spring is not as cold and windy as winter, only slightly chilly. You see, the little grass that had been sleeping under his feet for the winter had now awakened, and stubbornly stuck his head out of the ground.

Although it is only a little green, it is full of life. Some unknown small flowers, this one, that cluster are sprinkled on the ridges. The verdant broad bean seedlings stand neatly beside the ridges.

I looked up and saw an endless crop. The golden rape flowers are blooming, and the hard-working little bees fly here to whisper some words, and then fly to where to kiss them. There is also this piece, that piece, the green and shiny red flower, naturally embroidered with a few small purple flowers, which is very beautiful.

The wheat seedlings that are being knotted are like green carpets, spread thickly on the fields. Seeing this, I am reminded of a proverb: the time of year is spring.

Ah, this is the hope of the hard work of the peasants. I love the spring fields in my hometown. It is like a picture scroll, full of poetry.

Country home, pasture country.

The description of the idyllic scenery is as follows:

1. In the season of tulips, the smile of the charming girl is like a flower and a fragrant ......

2. The secluded lake, windmills, green grass, small houses, how pleasant.

3. The red and red tulip flower field, bursts of fragrance, windmills turn slowly! Is this a dream?

4. The tall building is also a work of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting!

5. There is green everywhere, and even the air smells of grass.

6. The surroundings are green, the green is amazing, and the windmill also stops, intoxicated in the beautiful scenery ......

7. The mountains in the south are high and dense. Precious white pine, red pine, the same, piece by piece, lush, delicate and upright, evergreen.

8. The middle-aged man is quite good, and his late home is in the south of the mountains. Xinglai Mei is alone, and he knows what he is winning. Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date.

9. Autumn in the garden. In the garden, the chrysanthemums are blooming, red, yellow, green, white, and orange, and the petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin shredded radish. Some chrysanthemums have all the petals, revealing a tender yellow core; Some chrysanthemums have only two or three petals; There are also chrysanthemums that seem to be petals soon.

10. Autumn is on people's bodies. People are dressed in sweaters, tank tops, wool sweaters, and so on.

11. In the countryside, there are more green vegetables that have forgotten the season, raising their green faces, and they begin to sing green under the moisture of the rain. Even through the fence, I could hear their cheers, clumps and clusters.

12, Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon - Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road" The bright moon is not a branch and the cicadas are chirping in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

13. There are several big trees on both sides of the rice field, and a gust of wind blows, and the leaves gently fall down and throw them into the arms of Mother Earth. They are like colorful butterflies flying in the air. Leaves covered the road with a golden carpet.

14. In the orchard, the persimmons are yellow, like yellow lanterns. The unripe oranges are green and swinging on the branches!

15. Stroll on the country road, watch the cauliflower, pear blossom, peach blossom, experience the simple nature of the countryside, a cup of tea and a cool mood, the countryside in March is a unique picture.

In the countryside in spring, the humid air is filled with the enticing scent of grass; In the fields, from time to time, the fragrance of the earth wafts, and as far as the eye can see, the eyes are full of tender green wheat seedlings, which stretch to the distant horizon, and the glow leaves its nostalgia to the sky and the earth. The spring breeze blows gently, and the fields are flooded with wheat waves, and at this time, people's emotions and thoughts are also fluctuating with the wheat waves, and they can't be calm for a long time.

The idyllic scenery of the countryside is really like a long scroll slowly unfolding in front of people, however, the beautiful picture scroll is embellished with colorful and dazzling brilliance, but it is the people who have worked all day and the subtle integration of nature is slowly displayed. At dusk, the people who had worked hard all day came back with joy, they carried hoes, strolled on the field stalks in the countryside, the glow reflected their dark faces, everyone talked and laughed, as if they had forgotten the fatigue of the day, and their figures were stretched very long by the afterglow of the sunset.

The sun had set, but the sky was still bright. On the blue sky, sparsely dotted with a few faint white clouds, they reveal a trace of elegant beauty, as if like a small boat floating on the blue sea, and the white clouds at this time have been clothed with a golden coat by the glow. The birds frolicking in the trees and in the grass gradually quieted down, and perhaps dusk came, and they each returned to their nests to rest.

Occasionally, some small birds, frightened by some means, dragged their long calls across the sky and flew away into the distance.

When the setting sun brought home the last rays of light, the heavens and the earth turned silvery gray. The wisps of milky white smoke and the gray twilight blended together, as if casting a light veil over the roofs, walls, trees and fields, and the countryside became looming, hazy and magical. However, the small river outside the village is still clear and bright, the water swirls and flows quietly, and the reflection of the trees is still reflected in the water!

Occasionally, some fish would emerge from the surface, breathe in the air of nature, and plunge headlong into the water, and the frolic of the fish would ripple the calm water, and the shadows of the trees would bend and wriggle in the water like a great snake. With the passage of time, after a while, the ripples slowly faded and calmed again, and the reflection of the trees in the water was still clearly visible.

As night fell, the countryside, fields, trees, and rivers gradually blurred. Occasionally from the countryside.

Ho, what a quiet and elegant rural idyll! That poetic dusk is intoxicating and makes people immerse themselves in the beauty of nature.

The annual May Day is coming again, and my mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time to go to my grandmother's house in the countryside. We got out of the car and walked to the village, and the cool spring breeze was blowing in our faces, as if we were welcoming the arrival of ** week. On both sides of the road, there are green fruit forests that farmers have worked so hard to plant.

Meng Haoran's "The Old Man's Village".

The old man Gu Ji invited me to Tian's house.

The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine.

Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to the chrysanthemum.

The countryside is a beautiful landscape and a fruit and vegetable ecological park.

In summer, the fields are shaded with greenery. The rice fields that had just been planted looked like countless slim girls towering together. The fields in summer give a cool feeling.

In autumn, the girl changed into a yellow autumn coat to prevent the cold wind from blowing. However, they are also old, and the peasant uncle carries a sickle to "visit" their "achievements" for half a year. The autumn field is like a child, lively and cute. This is the real field.

The river is a must-have for a beautiful countryside, and every autumn, you will hear the sound of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", as if a pianist is playing a song "Water **".

Bamboo forests are commonplace in Sichuan, especially in my hometown of Leshan, ———. Some people say that there are more bamboos in Leshan than in Leshan. The bamboo seems to be a soldier, because he will never bow his head, always hold his head high, and stand tall in all corners.

People in the countryside live in a country and dress not as well as our city people, but they eat all the natural food they grow. Step into the garden and you'll see plump vegetables that will make you feast.

How can you entertain guests if you have only vegetables and no fruits? Rest assured, they still have orchards. The grapes were like a bunch of agate. The pear is like a less than a Weng, and if the cherry is like a ruby, it seems that the farmer's "gold and silver treasures" are also a lot!

The people in the countryside have food, clothing, and housing, and they have to catch up with the technological society!

Longing for nature, yearning for the countryside, yearning for the idyllic life!

Maybe it's because you're tired of the noise, noise and shouting of the city, tired of seeing the traffic, and tired of the never-quiet day and night. I yearn for a quiet rural life and enjoy the idyllic scenery!

I grew up in the countryside, and from elementary school to junior high school, I studied in the countryside, living a life of chickens and dogs smelling each other and children playing. The villagers work at sunrise and return at sunset. There is no noise of cars, just the strong smell of the countryside and the smell of the earth.

When I was in high school, I had to leave my hometown to study in the city, but the school I was lucky enough to go to was in the middle of the countryside (biased to the effect area), and I could smell the strong earthy fragrance and the fragrance of wild flowers, which made me intoxicated!

When I was in college, although the school was located in a bustling city, it was alone in a pure land. My alma mater was so big that I couldn't find my way back to my dormitory when I first entered the school. The campus is like a beautiful park, with small bridges and flowing water, pavilions, lotus ponds, green trees, and rockeries.

Especially in winter, the scenery of heavy snow and pine is especially breathtaking. No matter who you are, you will always revel in it, like a child, building a snowman and having a snowball fight. In addition to the sound of reading aloud in class, there is only the sound of singing or the rustle of fallen leaves.

Walking on the tree-lined path, stepping on the leaves, rustling, crisp and pleasant. Before you know it, your heart has been baptized with purity!

After graduating, due to the relationship between majors, I can only dissolve into the noisy big city. From then on, I could no longer enjoy the quiet country life. Some are just noisy and noisy.

Farewell, the pastoral life I yearn for, the pastoral scenery I yearn for, you are so close, but so far away, when will I be able to embrace you again, my nature, my pastoral.

The scenery of the countryside is so chic, the countryside will make you forget to leave!

In the early morning, the east had just turned white, and a rooster crowed crisply. People who have rested for the night begin their day's work.

At noon, it was cloudy, and the weather was hot and muggy, not as cool as in the morning. One by one, the children jumped into the cool stream, and there was a "water battle" to fight "you live or die". The joy of the children's play also melted into the air, adding a bit of fun to the sultry noon.

A wisp of smoke floated lightly out of the chimney, and there was still a trace of residual heat on the ground, and the dusk was not as sultry as at noon, but a little warmth in the crisp wind. The color of the sky also changes: crimson, pink, orange ......It's like a wonderful magic trick from a master magician, and it's dizzying.

The sun reluctantly left the sky. The beautiful sky is like a blue carpet inlaid with countless sparkling "little diamonds". The little star's eyes blinked, very cute, and there was no sound in the quiet night, and people were soon in sweet dreams.

The scenery of the countryside is like a painting, a moving freehand, and the beauty makes you nostalgic!

Idyllic scenery.

The air of the countryside is fresh, the sky of the countryside is blue, the scenery of the countryside is unique, and the countryside will be your nostalgia for going back and forth.

In the morning, the fresh air and the cool breeze blowing in your face will be refreshed for you, look! The birds are chirping and singing their morning songs, the brook flows slowly, the sun shines its warmth into the countryside, and the willow trees absorb the sunlight and become energetic and listen to the birds singing with relish.

At noon and noon, the weather was hot and sultry and not as cool as in the morning, and I knew that I sang "Zhizhizhi" ......in unisonIn the morning, the birds were tired and listless lying on the branches, the willows were so tired that they bent down, the children in the countryside jumped into the stream one after another, the brook welcomed the arrival of the children, hugged the children with the waves, the children played water fights, splashed water balloon, the children's laughter and happy mood melted into the air, adding a bit of fun to the sultry noon.

At dusk, a wisp of green smoke rises from the top of a small hill in the distance, and there is still a trace of residual heat when you touch the ground with your hands, and there is a hint of warmth in the cool breeze. Look at the sky, I saw that the crimson sunset has dyed half of the sky, the blue sky has changed into a crimson dress, the beautiful sunset has different shapes, the two horses are racing in the air and disappearing, which magician dresses the dusk so beautifully and charmingly?

At night, the sun reluctantly leaves the sky, the beautiful moon casts a silver glow on the quiet earth, the gentle moonlight shines in the stream, the creek looks more beautiful, the sky is like a blue Persian blanket, inlaid with yellow "little gems", "twinkle and shiny, the sky is full of little stars", the little stars sang a pleasant song. Quiet and charming nights, chicken. Dog.

Cat. Duck. They all slept, the flowers and grass slept, and people entered into sweet dreams.

The countryside is like a painting, like a poem, like a song, and the beauty of the countryside makes you nostalgic!