At first, I thought the countryside was a fairyland of fairy tales. It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as clear as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by sunshine, have grown seeds of hope. It may be an idyll in Tao Qian's poems, which tells the story of a fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely. It's just a village in poetry. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth. Looking from a distance, the swaying figure on the earth is tired of its heart in the morning and evening, in spring and autumn. He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations. When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field. When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He can't see hope and gain, and his confused eyes are dry and empty. They are sometimes happy, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. Full particles are like gems, and the corners of the eyes smile like crescent moons. What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life. Faced with such a picture, will such a country let us down? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, we should pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and sympathy. Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China. When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope for life with sweat and blood? With the most humble attitude, we can see that China has become an eternal farmer in history, and let us feel the countryside with our heart!

Feel the countryside

"Country" seems to be very, very difficult for children in those cities to understand the meaning of these two words, because they have never been there or experienced it personally. It seems more difficult to feel the countryside.

"Village" for those children in rural areas, because they live in it every day, they will certainly have a profound and many feelings about its significance. However, it seems that it is still difficult to express its meaning accurately and clearly!

In different people's minds, there must be different, their ideal beautiful countryside, and what is my ideal beautiful countryside?

In my mind, there is no bustling noise between cities, and there is Tao Yuanming's complacent temperament of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". There is no polluted and turbid air in the city, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. As for the bustling big cities, only the stench from chemical plants, the dark blue sky of the stars and the moon can't be seen clearly because of the bright lights of skyscrapers, there is no quiet life like sunrise in the countryside, and there is no delicate and gentle scenery in the countryside. Therefore, I think that the countryside is naturally more beautiful than the city. Although the rural land will be more barren, can't it be changed with both hands?

Some people think that the rural style, like the character of the northeast man, is rough and bold. Isn't the winding mountains and flowing rivers the best portrayal of extensive rural areas?

Actually, it is not. However, I think the rural customs are as delicate and feminine as the sweet and gentle Jiangnan women in the water town. Don't shake your head against it yet, and don't nod first. Just listen to what I 'm saying ! Didn't you see the trickle of that strange stone? Can't you see the willows swaying in the wind by the stream? Have you noticed that the fertile yellow land has given birth to countless Chinese children.

Isn't the delicate trickle like a clever girl with delicate mind?

Isn't the willow swaying in the wind like a girl, gentle and lovely, as if she had walked out of a faint ink painting?

The yellow land that gave birth to countless Chinese children is the most like our selfless mother!

Ladies and gentlemen, after listening to what I have said above, can you still say that there are no delicate and gentle women in the countryside, but only rough and bold northeast men?

The countryside I feel has both the boldness of men and the gentleness of my daughter's family. This is the country in my mind and the country I feel.

This is our country.

2. Composition about rural vegetable fields (don't write your own or your own, write about scenery) Beijing is a household name, but what about rural vegetable fields in Beijing? Let me introduce you!

It's a morning after a rain. Although it is foggy, Wan Li is clear and my heart is clear. We (grandpa, grandma and aunt in Beijing) happily drove to the rural vegetable garden in Beijing! We came to the countryside (not to the vegetable garden yet). How beautiful the countryside is after the rain! Walking on the ridge of the country, breathing the fresh air, a few drops of rain fell on the trees from time to time and danced on our faces, as if welcoming us!

Ah, finally to the vegetable garden! How lovely the vegetable garden is! "Little fatty" eggplant and "little skinny" eggplant bent the mother of the eggplant tree; Wild mosses all over the mountains dance in the wind; Mature lentils are full. Like "expectant mother"; White cucumber and green cucumber are covered with vines and are very beautiful. When you pick them with your hands, they will stab you and attack you ... Some "little cowpeas" can't wait to stick their heads out, but some "little cowpeas" are reluctant to leave their mother's hands. Seeing these interesting and vivid scenery, I couldn't help laughing happily. ...

At this time, I said to my "colleague": "Why are you still staring? Hurry up and work! " I simply assigned work during my period, and we began to pick vegetables.

First of all, I started my first job-cutting "small cream and fat cucumber" (white cucumber). As soon as I cut it, it stabbed me with its "self-defense weapon". In a rage, I had to apply to my aunt for a job change to cut cowpeas. I saw my left hand following cowpea and my right hand holding scissors to cut cowpea, just like a skilled coolie. Every time I cut it, it's like a child running out of the cowpea line after school. ...

Today, I really had a good time!

Write a 600-word composition about rural vegetables. Once, my grandmother and I went to the fields to grow vegetables.

As soon as I came to the vegetable field, I thought, "What's so difficult about growing vegetables? It's not easy to dig a hole to put rapeseed down! " At this time, my grandmother seemed to know my mind and said to me, "This dish looks like a trivial matter, and it is not easy to cook. There is still a lot of learning in this. " After listening to grandma's words, I thought, "grandma must be lying to me." I don't believe it, because growing vegetables requires knowledge. " Watching grandma dig a hole in the ground with the tip of an iron hoe, that's all. I immediately picked up an iron hoe and dug on the ground. Really dug a hole. Soon, I dug dozens of holes I asked my grandmother to see my masterpiece. When she saw it, she didn't say yes. She pointed at me and said, "What pit did you dig, high or low?"

After that, she picked up an iron hoe and destroyed all my pits. Then she patiently taught me by hand. Grandma said, "Growing vegetables is just like being a human being. You have to be down-to-earth, step by step, and lay a good foundation, so you are not afraid of nothing. " I learned the way my grandmother taught me to dig in an orderly way. It was really good, much better than before. It turns out that growing vegetables requires knowledge.

Thanks to my grandmother for teaching me how to grow vegetables, and also for teaching me how to be a man and be a useful person in the future.

4. Write a composition about rural vegetable garden. My grandmother lives in the countryside, and there is a vegetable garden planted by her grandmother at home. Every time I go back to my grandmother's house and see it, I always feel infinitely close. Natural fruits and vegetables grow in the vegetable garden, but green is not monotonous. Different greens bring other natural reds, yellows and whites. The vegetable garden in the countryside is different from the farm in the network. She is really alive. Grandma always gets some fresh vegetables from the garden that can't be bought in the urban vegetable market to help me. I always praise their delicacy. The vegetables in the garden are the fruits of grandma's hard work, and it takes a while to wait from planting seeds to harvesting. The real vegetable garden is not a happy farm, and her efforts are not limited to her right index finger. The vegetable garden in the country is not a game. She makes people understand the meaning of hard work. The harvest of vegetables in the garden can make us understand the meaning of labor. Labor is vivid, not simple labor, but a real entity. The vegetable garden in rural areas is a harmonious existence between nature and human beings. She has human efforts and natural beauty. I don't know how old you are, but you can choose a meaningful one.

5. Vegetable fields constitute a large green vegetable field in Chihu Village near my home.

With the change of seasons, different varieties of vegetables have been replaced in vegetable fields. Every holiday, when I feel tired after finishing my homework, I always like to open the window and look at this beautiful vegetable field. The green color of vegetables relieves the fatigue of my eyes, and the yellow, white and other colors of cauliflower make me feel very comfortable.

However, today, while I was still doing my homework, I went to the window and looked out. Suddenly I found a beautiful vegetable field destroyed by a hateful bulldozer and turned into a construction site. Before long, there may be many buildings rising here.

I feel very uncomfortable when I see such changes in vegetable fields. I think, if one day, the vegetable fields on the earth become buildings, where will the food we eat come from? What happens if the vitamins needed by the human body are not supplemented? The result is unimaginable, so I hope that we human beings can act as soon as possible, increase more green spaces and build fewer buildings, and protect the environment around us for our future.

6. How to write Grandpa's vegetable composition Today, my parents and I went to Grandpa's house. As soon as I got there, Grandpa happily dragged me to the backyard vegetable garden.

As soon as I entered the vegetable garden, I saw a vegetable with an unknown name. Grandpa touched my head with a rough hand and said, "Do you know the names of these dishes?" I frowned and shook it as hard as a peddler's hand and said, "It's long and thin onions, and I don't know anything else."

Grandpa pointed to the second plot and said, "That's spinach." I carefully observed that the leaves of spinach are very sharp, like a triangle. The color of the leaves is bright green, while its roots are red and thick.

Grandpa pointed to the third plot and said, "That's Artemisia." Artemisia annua has hairy stems, bright green leaves, thick and tender, and looks a bit like teeth.

According to my grandfather, Artemisia argyi has high nutritional value. There are many kinds of dishes in grandpa's house ... although I see them dazzling, I listen to them with relish.

A breeze blew, and the leaves made waves of noise, like a beautiful song. Today, I'm glad I didn't go to my hometown for nothing, because I learned a lot of knowledge.

7. Write a composition about the rural vegetable garden. My grandmother lives in the country, and there is a vegetable garden planted by herself at the door. Every time I go back to my grandmother's house and see it, I always feel infinitely close.

Natural fruits and vegetables grow in the vegetable garden, which is full of green but not monotonous. Various greens bring other natural reds, yellows and whites. Unlike farms in the internet, vegetable gardens in the countryside are really alive. Grandma always gets some fresh vegetables from the garden that can't be bought in the city market to help me. I always praise their delicious food.

The vegetables in the garden are the result of my grandmother's hard work. From planting seeds to harvesting, we have to wait hard. The real vegetable garden is not a happy farm, and her efforts are not limited to her right index finger. The vegetable garden in the country is not a game, it makes people understand the meaning of hard work. The harvest of vegetables in the garden can make us understand the meaning of labor. Labor is vivid, not simple labor, but a real entity.

The vegetable garden in rural areas is the harmonious existence of nature and human beings, with human contribution and natural beauty.

I don't know how old you are, you can choose one from the above.

8. I want to write a composition about this village. Please provide some information about melons and fruits. My hometown is in the countryside, where the beautiful scenery is dotted and beautiful.

Especially in autumn, nature is even more dazzling. The smell of maturity pervades the garden, giving off an attractive fragrance.

The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiling and beaming. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are shining with golden light and smiling in green.

Green cabbage, a clump here, a clump there, dripping with green, is like laying a green carpet on the garden. What is even more refreshing is to stand outside the garden and look at the garden: the garden is golden and occasionally dotted with a little green, which is particularly harmonious.

The pleasing tree is covered with gold, a breeze blows, and yellow leaves dance like butterflies.

Walking in the garden, the whole garden is beautiful. You see, the yellow is elegant, the white is noble, and the purple is warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind.

Of course, in autumn in my hometown, fog is the most charming and popular with children. Every morning, the world is misty, the mountains and seas are misty, and the mountains are undulating, just like Penglai Fairy Island, which is fascinating.

Occasionally, a farmhouse will be exposed to the fog and smoke, and the smell of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning fog constitute a harmonious and charming picture. Whenever there is fog, the beautiful mountains and rivers in my hometown are integrated with the mirage in my heart.

No matter what year and month, how far away and where I am, the hometown of autumn will always be hazy in my life. Autumn in my hometown is also a windy world and a paradise for rain.

Autumn morning, the breeze is singing. Pearl dew has arrived.

Brought the coolness of autumn and absorbed the heat of summer; It brought snow-white clouds and erased the residual heat. The rain is the most unusual, as fine as an ox's hair, densely woven obliquely, and the needles are shining.

How nice it is to say "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently" before the autumn rain in my hometown.

There are always signs that the autumn wind will rise first. Autumn rain fell silently on the ground.

Autumn rain is harmonious. It took away the long drought in summer and brought the long-awaited wetness and coolness. I like autumn rain. Autumn in my hometown! Whenever you come, the joy in my heart is always beyond words, which can only be summarized by a poem written by the great poet Du Fu, "However, I am frantically packing my books and poems".

I love my hometown, especially the intoxicating autumn in my hometown.

9. How to write Grandpa's Garden My garden has had another bumper harvest. The evergreen vegetable garden always reminds me of my hardworking grandfather who likes to work.

I was born in Daqing and lived with my grandfather since I was a child. Grandpa has no culture at all, but he is good at farming. Because he has been dealing with land for most of his life, he has a soft spot for crops.

When I was a child, my grandfather often took me to farm.

Grandpa dug a small hole of the right size first, and then planted the seedlings carefully. Then he asked me to water the newly planted seedlings. I walked to the well with a small bucket specially prepared by my grandfather, and it took me a lot of effort to get half a bucket of water. I scooped up the water with a ladle and splashed it on the seedlings. An hour passed, and I only watered a few drops, but look, Grandpa, I watered a lot.

When I was four years old, I was playing in the garden with some friends and accidentally stepped on a seedling. Grandpa immediately pulled down his face. For the first time in my life, I seem to hear my grandfather reprimanding my mother: "Don't let the children be naughty. Is this seedling trampled? " After the training, I gently lifted the seedlings that I had trampled down. When I saw my kind grandfather lose his temper, I was surprised and scared: What's so rare about a seedling? Looking back now, my respect for grandpa has increased.

Nowadays, whenever I see my newly-opened vegetable garden, I can't help but think that it is not just a piece of land, but also the fruit of hard work of an old man in his seventies.

Grandpa's love for the land deeply influenced me. Now, whenever I have time, I will go to the vegetable garden, mow the grass and water it. When the vegetable garden is lush, there is also my share of cultivation here.

Isn't grandpa in the garden a part of this garden?

For reference only, think for yourself and write for yourself.

Satisfactory adoption

10. I like the vegetable garden in my hometown.

Walking to the vegetable garden and standing outside the fence, the first thing I saw was the morning glory crawling all over the fence, blooming like a musician who was about to start playing.

Look into the vegetable garden, here are rows of Chinese cabbages. They are like beautified girls. They held their heads high and showed their snow-white faces to everyone. Pumpkin melons are like shy little dolls, covering their faces with green leaves with their arms to keep out the rain and wind. Look at the bracken over there, just like an old lady who loves to dress up, with her hair open. There are also peppers, just like small lanterns hanging under green umbrellas.

Suddenly, a group of naughty north wind came running from above, only to see a few taller eggplant seedlings nodded, as if to say hello to the north wind! ..... A few birds seem to be intoxicated by the scenery here, flying from the branches not far away, singing beautiful songs, and beautiful flowers are attracted by the morning glory on the fence and dancing around the fence. The furry chicken ran after the hen. They ran from here to there and from there to here. Twitter. For a time, the garden was full of birds and flowers, showing a vibrant scene.

My vegetable garden is really beautiful! There is joy hidden here, and there is vitality there. I love my garden!

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