Essay on the landscape of the countryside

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, there was a noise of children, but after a while it disappeared, and gradually, everything was enveloped in the night.

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

Lovely views of the countryside. Early morning in the countryside, quiet, without the hustle and bustle of the city. In the morning, all things arose from their slumber:

The frog is singing in the pond, the cuckoo is singing its original song in the field - "cuckoo, cuckoo", and the bird is flying leisurely in the sky while singing happy songs. People wake up from their sleep, kick their legs, stretch their waists, and start the day's work.

It was summer, the sky in the countryside was so blue, blue like a piece of jade, and the clouds there were so white, white and clean, white and refreshing, spotless. In the field, the early rice was ripe, and at a glance, it was golden yellow, and a warm wind blew and rustled, as if to thank the hard-working farmer. And late rice is just green seedlings.

At the end of this yellow and green field, looking from afar, there is a circuitous, glass-like ribbon - the river! On the bank of the small river is planted a neat row of willows, which are graceful and graceful in the breeze. In the evening, there are groups of children floating in the creek, swimming, playing, and playing.

After crossing the river, there is a pond, there are many lotus leaves in the pond, the green is so rich, so fresh, giving people a bright feeling. Densely turned, bird's-eye view, like a piece of jade embedded in the black earth. Just as the green leaves showed their appearance to people, the lotus flower on the side was also anxious, knocked Baoyu out of a small hole, and poked his head out.

What a beautiful lotus flower! The pink petals, dark green branches, and the emerald green lotus leaves of a pond are really "a little red in the green bushes", and there is a look that stands out from the crowd. When I closed my eyes and felt it carefully, I felt a fresh fragrance permeating the pond, emitting in the air, filling my nasal cavity and refreshing my heart.

At night, the stars twinkle in the sky. The bright moonlight sprinkled the whole village, and the people fell asleep. Only the fireflies were still in the darkness, emitting a faint light of their own.