The fifth grade of Qingping Le Village Residence was rewritten as an essay

The house was built of thatch, and the eaves were low; There is a stream in front of the door, and the bank is covered with grass, and the green water and grass reflect each other, which makes it even more clear and lovely. I don't know whose two gray-haired old couples drank a few glasses of wine, and drunkenly talked in authentic local language, pleasing each other, and the tone was soft and intimate.

The eldest son was hoeing in the bean fields east of the river, the second son was weaving chicken coops, and only my favorite naughty younger son was crawling by the river and peeling lotus flowers.

There was a family by the stream, and the family of five lived in an old, dilapidated and small thatched hut. But it can be seen that they live happily and happily. In front of the hut was a gray-haired old couple, who had just drunk some wine, and it could be seen from their red faces that they were slightly drunk, leaning together and drinking and having fun together in Wu's dialect.

The old man said, "I said wife, you are drunk." The old woman said

You're drunk, I'm sober! "Hahaha, hahaha! Laughter poured out of the room.

Behind the thatched huts, there are green and tall bamboos, and the rolling hills reveal the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a small stream next to the hut, and the water is so clear that you can see the fish swimming in the river clearly.

The eldest son of the old couple carried a hoe and a straw hat alone and went to hoe grass in the bean field on the east side of the creek.

The air outside the house is fresh, and there are many tender green grasses growing beside the stream, and there are green lotus leaves growing in the stream, and some of them have lotus flowers. The chickens are clucking, as if to say, "Where is our house?"

And the second son is weaving a chicken coop as fast as he can. Weaving and weaving, it was almost finished. The chickens also seemed to know that the second son was weaving chicken coops for them, so they flew around beside the second son, and sometimes pecked the second son's little feet in a friendly way.

As for the youngest son, he couldn't do anything, so he could only lie on the side of the stream, naughtily teasing the swimming fish, peeling the lotus pod to eat, and nagging: "One, two, three.......""The way you shake your little feet is so cute!

Rewrite "Qing Pingle. Village House

In a strip that is crystal clear and as clear as glass - a stream! The creek was also lined with green grass on both sides, and a low thatched house sat beside the stream.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the small thatched hut, in which there were two white-haired old men and women, slowly drinking, slightly drunk, and amusing each other in the soft southern dialect.

The eldest son, because he was the eldest in the family, did the hardest work in the house, hoeing the weeds in the bean fields under the sun east of the stream, and how hard he worked!

The second son is not idle, he is very focused on weaving the chicken coop, his hands are constantly weaving, and his ears are just bursts of "swish" bamboo strips dancing sound, the craftsmanship is ingenious! Several chicken coops were made up at once.

The most naughty and loveliest third son is so leisurely, lying on the side of the stream, peeling the lotus pod by the stream from time to time, while playfully teasing the swimming fish, and putting a freshly peeled lotus seed in his mouth and chewing it carefully.

I, walking alone on the way home, my heart is full of sorrow, my hometown! How can it be occupied by the Kyokans? How I want to serve the country! Along the way, what a beautiful scenery, only I was worried.

When I walked in front of a farmhouse, I was amazed by the sight in front of me

White clouds float high in the sky, around the sky, around the green hills. An elderly couple sat facing each other, as if they had drunk some wine, their faces flushed, and they talked intimately in the local vernacular. My wife was helping her husband massage while pointing to the east with her fingers, and I looked in the direction she was pointing through, and through a small bamboo forest, I saw a young man hoeing weeds in the bean field by a crystal clear stream, and although he was wearing a straw hat, his sweat was still dripping.

It seems that this is their eldest son! Outside the fence there were a few plantain trees, lush and green, and inside the fence was perhaps the second son of the old couple, who was carefully weaving a chicken coop. Next to the low thatched house, a very jujube tree was erected there.

Under the tree, a child, perhaps the second son of the old couple, was seriously peeling the lotus canopy, a small pond in front of him, with pink lotus flowers blooming in it, and the fat leaves covering the whole pond, and the fish swimming happily in the water, jumping up from the water from time to time, and then jumping into the pond with a "plop".

Then the old couple saw me, smiled and stretched out their hands to beckon me, and I could not refuse, so I went in and sat down in the house. The old man picked a few fresh fruits for me, and asked his youngest son to pick some large lotus pods for me to eat.

Yes, they have their own strengths, one is diligent, one is ingenious, and the other is naughty, cute and filial, hehe! "How blessed you are! "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!

Uncle, look at what you said, I said this, I saw the uncle beckoning to his wife who was outside the door, calling her in, and his wife just smiled plainly, shook her head, and then went to work.

Walking out of this family, I felt that although they were living in poverty, they were very happy, and it would be nice if all the people of the world lived and worked in peace and contentment like this family!

Qing Pingle. Village House

In a secluded hill, there was a small thatched hut, on which climbed a few thick pumpkin vines, and a few yellow ripe pumpkins, as if to crush the low house. There lived an elderly couple with three sons, who lived a hard but comfortable life.

One day, a melodious song with a southern accent came from the small house, which turned out to be the couple's chant of a happy life.

The sons are very filial, and they all work. The eldest son hoeed the weeds in the field on the east side of a stream in front of the door, and from time to time his mouth said, "Hey, hey! The sound of help.

The second son was sitting in the shade of a green tree weaving a chicken coop, the wicker in his hand was knitting quickly, and his mouth was still smiling slightly, he wanted to take these things to the market tomorrow morning and sell them, maybe at a good price.

The most endearing is the naughty and lovely little son, who lies on the head of the stream, peels off the freshly picked lotus pod, and eats only the lotus seeds inside.

In the creek, many small fish jumped out of the water and ate the lotus seeds thrown down by the little third son. The stream is sparkling, and the wide lotus leaves are dancing gracefully in the breeze.

Every day is so leisurely, so leisurely, people live in such a beautiful mountain village, it is really like living in a paradise.