Last week, I went to the countryside to visit a friend of mine, XX, and I helped him/her with his/her school lessons.

XX lives in a small building in the east of the village, next to green and fertile fields. Every time I am with him, he always shows me around villages and fields after we have finished all the necessary things in his project.

I find it good to live in the countryside. There is much less noise and pollution than in our city. Although there are fewer cars, streets and high-rise buildings, a city has everything that people expect to find.

I think I would be happier if I lived in the countryside. Unfortunately, I can't stay long. In the late afternoon, I had to say goodbye to XX.

An English composition about rural life, living in the countryside, such as traffic jams, housing problems and industrial pollution, is impossible to exist. People live a simple life in pure nature. There is no noise and pollution, which is much less than that in cities. The first cock crow, birds chirping at dawn, and the rising sun shining on trees and pastures are only part of the picture. Obviously, the environment is beneficial to human health. But country life may not be so perfect. People usually lack cultural activities. Progress here is rather slow. More importantly, they also missed some good opportunities to get rich.

Ask to write an English composition about rural life, 500 words. There is a big bed, a desk, a bookshelf and a closet in my room. The bed is beside the table. There is also a shelf near the closet. There are many good books on the shelf. I like these books very much. Oh, yes, there is a big blackboard on the wall. I often write and draw on the blackboard.

Oh, my bedroom is so beautiful. I like it very much. Do you like my room? Could you tell me your room?

English composition about rural life 60 words My rural life is Grade Two.

I like living in the country. I live in a village. There is a river near it. There are many trees around my house. I can see many farms and birds. Less noise. The air here is fresher. There are fewer cars. I read aloud early in the morning. When it is dark, the moon in the sky is very bright. Very quiet. What a nice place I live!

Translation:

My country life

I like living in the country. I live in a small village. There is a river nearby. There are many trees in my house. I can see many farms and birds. Less noise. The air here is fresher. There are fewer cars. I read aloud in the morning. When it is dark, the moon is a bright sky. Very quiet. What a nice place I live!

It takes about 400 words to write a composition about rural life and feel the countryside.

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 idyllic poem in Tao Qian's poems, which interprets 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.

Pastoral air is fresh, pastoral sky is blue, pastoral scenery is unique, and pastoral will make you linger. In the morning, fresh air and cool breeze will refresh you. Look! Birds are twittering in the morning songs, streams are flowing slowly, the sun shines warm sunshine on the countryside, willows are full of vitality, and birds are singing with relish. At noon, the weather was sultry, not as cool as in the morning, so cicadas sang "Know Know Know Know Know" in chorus ... In the morning, the birds were tired and slouched on the branches, and the willows bent down with fatigue. Children in the country jumped into the stream one by one, and the stream welcomed the children. They hugged them with water flowers, played water fights and water splashing balls, and their laughter and happy mood melted into the air, adding a little laughter to the sultry noon. At dusk, a wisp of smoke comes from the top of the mountain in the distance, and there is still a trace of residual heat when the hand touches the ground, and there is a trace of warmth in the cool breeze. Looking at the sky, I saw that the crimson sunset glow had dyed half the sky red. The blue sky turned into a crimson skirt. Beautiful sunsets have different shapes. Two horses ran in the air and disappeared. Which magician dressed the dusk so beautifully and charmingly? At night, the sun reluctantly left the sky, and the beautiful moon sprinkled a piece of Yin Hui on the quiet earth. The gentle moonlight shines on the stream, which is more beautiful. The sky is like a blue Persian carpet, inlaid with yellow "little gems" and "twinkling stars are full of little stars" The little stars are singing sweet songs. Quiet and charming night, chicken. Dogs. Cats. Ducks. Everyone fell asleep, flowers and grass fell asleep, and people entered a sweet dream. Pastoral picturesque, poetic and song-like, pastoral beauty makes people want to stay!

Better than the first floor, right

Autumn night in the mountains (Tang dynasty), Wang Wei, empty mountain after rain, stands in autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. I passed by my old friend Meng Haoran of Zhuang (Tang Dynasty) and prepared chicken rice for me. My old friend, you entertained me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. The grass in the village (Qing) grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. "New City Xugong Store" (Southern Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli hedges have deep sparse paths and shady trees. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Children Fishing (Tang Dynasty) A little boy with thick hair in Hu Lingneng learned to draw a bow and sat beside him with raspberry-like moss. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. What I saw (in Qing Dynasty) was a Yuan Mei shepherd boy riding a yellow ox, singing and dancing to make Lin Yue excited. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. A composition about rural life. He lives in seclusion in Shangrao, Jiangxi Province. One noon, Xin Qiji finished lunch and went out for a walk. The warm sunshine shone on him and he felt very comfortable. Xin Qiji sat on the lawn under a big tree and squinted at the surrounding scenery. I see a thatched cottage in the distance. The eaves of thatched cottages are so low that people can only bend down and walk in. There is a clear stream in front of the thatched cottage, which is very clean. Even the pebbles below can be seen clearly. From time to time, a few small fish are frolicking at the bottom of the stream. The surface of the stream is covered with pink lotus flowers, as if it were a shy little girl. The stream is covered with green grass and dances in the breeze. What a lively scene. There is a pair of unknown grandfathers and grandmothers beside the thatched cottage, chatting in dialect while drinking. They look very affectionate. They are really old people. The eldest son is hardworking and weeding with a hoe in the bean field in Xidong. The second child is sitting beside the hut, knitting the chicken coop skillfully. My favorite little son is very naughty, peeling his head and lying by the stream eating lotus flowers! Xin Qiji was filled with emotion, so he wrote a poem: The grass was drunk by the stream with low eaves, and Wu Yinxiang had charming white hair. Who is the oldest man? The eldest son hoes the bean creek, and the second weaves the chicken coop. He likes the happy life in the country, where rogue children lie on the stream peeling lotus flowers. On the second day of National Day, I went to my grandmother's house to play. Grandma lives in the country and it takes two hours to drive there. My mother and I walked on a path full of wild flowers, breathing fresh air, and we were in a particularly good mood. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, my little sister and I came to the big garden behind the house. My mouth watered when I saw red lanterns hanging on my grandmother's pomegranate tree. With grandma's consent, we picked pomegranates, and in a short time, we picked a full fruit bowl. However, we saw two big, red and round pomegranates on the branch. We tried on tiptoe several times, but we couldn't get it off. They are too high! The neighbor's little sister jumped so hard that she fell and almost cried. I coaxed her and said, "Forget it, leave some for adults to choose from!" " Let's go and play something else. "The neighbor's little sister smiled through tears and took my hand out of the garden. We jumped to the hillside behind the village and prepared to plant sesame flowers. We first dug a small pit with sharp branches, then put sesame flowers in it, then covered the soil around the sesame flowers, and then leveled them. Finally, we brought a small bucket from home to water the soil ... I was so happy to see the sesame flowers we planted so bright and beautiful in the sun! I silently wish that when I come back next year, the hillside will be full of beautiful flowers ... life in the country is so happy! Fresh rural life, messy rural houses and indecent environment are all the old features of rural life in the past. However, walking through this country road has made many people in the city cast envious eyes. On both sides are newly-built well-off residential buildings, with red tiles and beige walls and new green everywhere, which is particularly harmonious, and people can't help but sigh the changes in rural life today. There are no tall buildings in the city, no endless cars, no noisy sounds, only a kind of tranquility that people in the city have not seen for a long time. Walking on the country road, enjoying the open sunshine and feeling the unique flavor of the country is a bit intoxicating. Listening to the crisp songs of birds, watching the waves of carp in the pond, stepping on the stone road and feeling the rare idleness. Willow branches sway in the soft spring breeze, and the air seems clear and transparent, revealing intoxicating freshness and indulging in the rich pastoral flavor. Sunset, watching the sun slowly setting from the hillside, beside the Qinghe River in the village, there are several women chatting and washing clothes. Against the faint sunset, it seems that they can see the most simple smile in the countryside on their faces. Suddenly there were more people. Workers from a village-run enterprise hurried home after work. This is also the busiest time in this quiet village. Simple and hardworking country people themselves are changing everything around them, enjoying a beautiful environment and a happy country life. In the noisy city, perhaps more and more city people are willing to change their lives and feel this fresh country life. Country life I'm from the city, but I've been to the country several times, and it's also very interesting. One summer vacation in the third grade, I went to the countryside-grandma's hometown with my parents and cousin. Grandma's house is a two-story building, covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, but it is dense on one side and sparse on the other. They danced rhythmically with the breeze. A few strings of dried red peppers are hung under the eaves, sunflowers are planted in front and behind the house, and there is a pond dozens of meters away from the house. I made some good friends here. The most interesting thing is to dig eggs. First, let a partner climb a tree to find the target. He looked around and his eyes suddenly focused on something, listening. He pointed to a tree and we climbed it quickly. I'll climb first, and Beibei is at the end. I stopped where I could reach the bird's nest and reached for the eggs. My left hand gripped the trunk tightly, and my right hand quickly handed the eggs to the people below. My knees are close together. After eating three or four eggs, I suddenly felt something soft, hairless, sticky and hissing. Is this ...? I quickly threw the snake down the tree and suddenly screamed. My partner and I came down quickly. I like farm life!

City life is very different from country and farm life. People in big cities care more about respect. Personal privacy Sometimes this feeling seems to be a kind of indifference, but it is a common practice in city life to restrain curiosity about strangers' private lives.

A composition of more than 380 words about rural life. Klp autumn, spring, summer, autumn and winter, my favorite season is autumn. Although autumn is not as flowery as spring, as hot as summer and as snowy as winter, I just like autumn! Autumn is coming, it's really cool and comfortable! There was a rustling sound in the Woods, and I thought something was calling! It turned out to be the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the leaves fell and danced like butterflies. It's really beautiful. I walk on the carpet, and the leaves on the ground dress up the earth. Looking at the fallen leaves carefully is really meticulous. All kinds of leaves let me hide. Look! The dustman is sweeping the fallen leaves all over the floor! But the fallen leaves were so naughty that the cleaner was sweating, but the cleaner didn't give up and kept sweeping. The fields are golden, and many farmers and children are harvesting and sowing in the fields. "Click click" became a piece of music, which was so pleasant and pleasant. The farmer's uncle looked at the field and smiled happily. This smile is so charming, it contains hard work and happiness. The fields in autumn are really beautiful! In the orchard, at first glance, it is really colorful. There are so many apples, pears, oranges and grapes ... apples are so big and red that people can't help but want to take a bite. There are attractive pears hanging on the branches. Farmers are picking pears! Purple grapes are connected in series, and some children look at them, pulling the peasant woman to clamor for them, and the yellowish oranges show a lovely smile. With so much fruit, this year is another bumper harvest year. Those peasant women's faces are filled with happy smiles, and the little girl is painting this beautiful orchard! This must be a beautiful painting of Orchard in Autumn. In autumn night, the moonlight is no longer hazy, and the moon is bright and radiant. In the suburbs, the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds bursts in; The nightingale's voice in the forest is crisp and beautiful; Between the trees and the flowers, the birds are chirping and pleasing to the ear. The sounds of nature accompanied by autumn are wonderful. Sparse frogs and faint cicadas seem to convey the departure of summer. The stop of showers and the singing of birds tell people that autumn has begun. I called your name to the distant clear sky again and again, looking forward to your stay, but you brushed away your clothes and left me crying alone in the wind. Although you said you would come again next year, you told me not to be sad about your departure. Although your farewell speech is so refreshing and warm, I am still very sad and miss you bit by bit. Waiting for a long time will erase my sadness, but it will not erase my thoughts of you, so I will wait for you to come again and appear in front of my eyes, and happiness will start here. From then on, forever!

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How to write a composition about rural life? Bang, the bus stopped, and my mother and I finally arrived at my dear picturesque hometown. After all kinds of difficulties, we finally got home by grandpa's electric tricycle and started my long-awaited rural life.

The next day, my brothers and I went down to the rice field with sickles. The wide paddy fields are covered with golden rice, which looks like a golden ocean from a distance. I watched it for a while, and then went down with my brothers. After a while, my grandfather came over. As a novice, let's see how others cut rice first. Then, I learned to cut rice like them. It took me a while to learn. After cutting for a while, I thought: cutting rice is so simple. I cut and cut, and I accidentally cut my own foot. I feel how difficult it is to cut rice again. However, I am willing to help my grandparents reduce their burdens, so I am determined to help them reduce their burdens. We cut one of our fields and went home to rest first, so I cut it for three days.

On the fourth day, grandpa asked us to herd cattle. When we arrived at our destination, we let the cows eat grass by themselves. Me, the children are playing games on the lawn, and when they are tired, they lie on the ground and rest. Really comfortable! After a few hours, we were thirsty, so we went to a place to drink natural water flowing down from the mountain. Very refreshing. When we came back, we all fell down because the road was too slippery and we walked carelessly. I fell the hardest, and my knee was cut by a stone. It's terrible. When I got home, my grandparents were distressed to say this and that, which made me feel ashamed. I must be careful when I walk.

This rural life taught me to help my grandparents, lighten their burden, become their right-hand man and pay attention to walking.