The sun is out and the children are playing happily. Because there is a lot of snow in winter, children like winter. In late winter, children wear cotton-padded jackets, because winter is a cold season. The field is white, like a white cotton blanket. The vegetables in the vegetable field are frozen by the snow! The countryside is full of beautiful mountains. Seen from a distance, the mountain is snowy and holy, like a white dragon lying on the top of the mountain in winter. Surrounded by white clouds, the sun shines on the top of the mountain. A flock of birds flew down from the mountain, and their light figures were cheerful and agile. This mountain is full of tranquility and mystery, and seems to be full of winter myths. A plum tree is planted in the village, which will produce beautiful plum blossoms in winter.
Whenever the sun rises, the rooster will shout, giggle and giggle at the sky.
How beautiful the countryside is in winter!
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Winter is a beautiful and pure day; Winter is a lovely child; What's unique about winter in the countryside?
In the early morning, misty fog floated in the air, and it was dawn before the morning star disappeared. On the distant hill, the original green grass has dried up, covered with a white cotton-padded jacket, waiting for the spring to sprout again. ...
In the morning, I went to the wild and walked along the winding path. Both sides are covered with flowers and trees, but it is very different from spring. Flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell. Only the pine trees are still lush, and it seems that there are a few people around. He stood upright, like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier.
At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face. The frozen and trembling stream flows happily as before. Chimonanthus praecox has its own beauty: the beautiful Chimonanthus praecox flutters in the wind, and the green leaves are pulled out from the branches, just like fairies descending to earth.
Evening is the quietest time of the day. The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped flowing, and the whole country could even hear the sound of a needle falling. There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky. The brightest star is Polaris, hanging in the air to guide the lost people. What a great contribution!
Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful.
Composition describing rural winter 100 rural winter is a beautiful and pure day; Winter is a lovely child; What's unique about winter in the countryside? In the early morning, misty fog floated in the air, and it was dawn before the morning star disappeared.
In the distant hills, the original green grass dried up. I put on a white cotton-padded jacket and waited for the spring to sprout again ... In the morning, I came to the wild and walked along the winding path, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, but it was very different from spring. The flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell.
Only pine trees are still green, and the thick trunk seems to surround a few people.
He stood upright, like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier.
At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face.
The shivering frozen stream flows happily as usual.
Chimonanthus praecox has its own beauty: one beautiful Chimonanthus praecox flutters in the wind, and green leaves rise from the branches, just like a goddess descending from the earth.
Evening is the quietest time of the day.
The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped flowing, and the whole country could hear the sound of a needle falling.
There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky.
The brightest star is Polaris, which hangs in the sky and guides the lost people. What a great contribution! Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful.
The winter composition in the countryside has been looking forward to a winter in the countryside, and the clean snowflake finally meets the city. After the storm, they fell off in large numbers. In the town, the bus is full of people who are eager to go home, but they can only drag their bloated bodies back and forth on the road. I drove slowly into the countryside. There were fewer and fewer "beetles", and more and more snow had not melted, leaving all the tired leaves behind. Meet the baptism of winter with an extremely neat figure. Excited sparrows are twittering, but it seems that only they are chatting in this field, and everything is so quiet. The river is frozen, and occasionally a few naughty children splash on the river that has got rid of the shackles of ice, making the quiet fragrance faint. After the noise, under the sympathy of the rare warm sun in winter, the countryside seems to be sleeping quietly, I think. Only firecrackers on New Year's Eve can wake it up. Compared with the city, the country is a fairyland of fairy tales. Put the last piece of sincerity into the embrace of the countryside. Here, you can laugh and play and find the lost beauty. Ice and snow joke with the sun, and the sun shines on them. The world before the HarmonyOS system blossomed was innocent, and it experienced fame and fortune. This road to the countryside is engraved with the word "return". The knife of time is invisible and sharp, leaving an indelible mark on all living things, but time seems unable to interfere with the tranquility and purity of this village, just like a childhood dream, which is the best memory of life. It's less than 12 hours since the New Year. In the countryside, the endless fields seem a bit lonely and monotonous, but here, the strong Chinese flavor and the jubilant China red are intertwined. Sadness will become a passer-by of yesterday, and it will never return. Silence is the title song here. Put away the mask of hypocrisy and walk into the countryside. I remember you said that home is the only castle. As the Chun Xue River continues to flow and smile, I know my childhood dream. Don't cry, let fireflies take you away, country songs will always depend on you, go home and return to the original beauty. -
The winter composition in rural areas is more than 350 words urgent! ! ! ! ! Urgent! ! ! ! The winter in the country has been looking forward to a winter, and the clean snowflake finally meets the city. After the storm, it fell heavily.
In the town, cars are full of people who are eager to go home, but they can only crawl back and forth on the road with their bloated bodies.
I drove slowly into the country. There are fewer and fewer "beetles", more and more snow has not melted, and the trees with all the dead leaves meet the baptism of winter with extremely neat bodies.
Excited sparrows are twittering, but it seems that only they are chatting in this field, and everything is so quiet.
The river is frozen, and occasionally the river free from the shackles of ice is splashed with a layer of ripples by several naughty children, making the quiet fragrance faint.
After the noise, with the sympathy of the rare warm sun in winter, the countryside seems to be sleeping quietly. I think only firecrackers on New Year's Eve can wake it up.
Compared with the city, the country is a fairyland of fairy tales. Put the last piece of sincerity into the embrace of the country. Here, you can have fun and find the lost beauty.
Ice and snow joke with the sun, and the sun shines on them. The world is full of the unexplored innocence of HarmonyOS's system, and there is a word engraved on the road to the countryside, called "return".
The knife of time is invisible and sharp, leaving indelible marks on all living things, but time seems unable to interfere with the tranquility and purity of this village, just like a childhood dream, which is the best memory of life.
The New Year is less than 12 hours away. In the countryside, the endless fields seem lonely and monotonous, but here, the strong Chinese flavor is intertwined with the jubilant China red. With a touch of joy, sadness will become a passer-by of yesterday and never return.
Silence is the title song here. Let's take off the mask of hypocrisy and walk into the countryside.
I remember you said that home was the only castle. As the Chun Xue River continues to flow and smile, I know my childhood dream. Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away, and the country songs will always depend on you. Go home and return to the original beauty.
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In winter, trees are bare. The water is covered with ice and the roof is covered with snow. The earth is white. The sun is out and the children are playing happily. Because there is a lot of snow in winter, children like winter. At the end of winter, because winter is a cold season, children put on cotton-padded jackets. The field is white, as if covered with a white cotton blanket. The vegetables in the vegetable field are covered with snow. The countryside is full of beautiful mountains. Seen from a distance, the mountain is covered with snow. It is sacred, just like a white dragon lying on the top of a country hill in winter. Surrounded by white clouds, the sun shines on the top of the mountain. A flock of birds flew down from the mountain, and their light figures were cheerful and agile. This mountain is full of tranquility and mystery, and seems to be full of winter myths. A plum tree is planted in the village, which will produce beautiful plum blossoms in winter. # # # # # # # # # # # # # Winter is a beautiful and pure day; Winter is a lovely child; What's unique about winter in the countryside? In the early morning, misty fog floated in the air, and it was dawn before the morning star disappeared. On the distant hill, the original green grass dried up and put on a white cotton-padded jacket, waiting for the spring to sprout again ... I came to the wild in the morning and walked along the winding path, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, which was very different from spring. Flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell down. Only pine trees are still green, and the thick trunk seems to surround a few people. He stood upright, like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier. At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face. The frozen trembling stream flows happily as before. Chimonanthus praecox has its own beauty: one tender Chimonanthus praecox is flying in the wind. Green leaves come out from the branches, just like a goddess coming to earth. Evening is the quietest time of the day. The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped flowing, and the whole village could even hear a needle fall. There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky. The brightest star is Polaris, hanging in the air to guide the lost people. What a great contribution! Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful. ....
I stubbornly believe that the real winter stays in childhood. In the countryside, as soon as winter enters, it enters a blank. After a busy year of farm work, the fields and Shan Ye are empty, the seeds are still in the barn, the saplings are still on the slope, the cows are tied in the fence, and the dogs are wandering in the village. Winter is the end of the year, used for cleaning and reviewing. Sharpen and cut vegetables, yard firewood, pile potatoes, sweet potatoes and winter bamboo shoots, and kill a pig. Prepare your own brewed rice wine, and the curtain will be lifted in the smell of wine in winter. I like the gradual enrichment of my village. Those who moved away from home, those who finished their work for a year, came back with big bags and small bags like migratory birds. The dust on the road makes them blush, which is a kind of joy and happiness. This joy infects everyone in the village. Among the guests coming from afar, it would be even more gratifying if one of them is his own relative. When I was a child, we often looked forward to the return of my brother-in-law who was studying abroad and my sister-in-law who was working outside. When her brother-in-law hugged herself tightly and threw him into the air, she waited for her sister-in-law to take out a gift from the city from a colorful bag. In a poor childhood, only in winter will our childhood open this surprise. I also like busy farmers in spring ploughing and autumn harvesting walking around the walls of the threshing floor. The sun shines on their shoulders, faces and gray hair. They move along the wall, forgetting the season and time, and forgetting the passage of time. Their hearts are clean as the threshing floor blown by the wind. Their hearts entered the hinterland of time and the quietest part of the year. I don't know how thick the snow is outside the window. My parents will get up early, put sweet potatoes and potatoes on a blue tile, fill the cavity with big charcoal, make a fire and put the blue tile on the fire. So when we wake up, the red potatoes and potatoes are ripe, and the smell of food is sticking out our tongues. After passing two Chai Men and a high wooden threshold, they will get into my bed and nose and let the naughty fragrance wander in the room. Sometimes, he will catch a lost rabbit on the snowy mountain; Sometimes, he can ambush wild boar foraging everywhere with a group of little boys in the village. I hid in the snow outside, stepping on footprints with new cloth shoes, and suddenly felt an unspeakable taste. Winter is really a beautiful season! The real winter is in the country, in my childhood. After many years, there has always been a white past. There are still ice flowers on the window, the wheat seedlings are still arching under the snow, and my grandfather's old cow is still snoring in the bar. Only we are drifting away, drifting away. With the change of the four seasons, we entered the winter hand in hand. We stay away from flowers, lush foliage and heavy fruits. Winter is right in front of us. In the true sense, winter in the countryside is by no means a warm winter smoked by air conditioners and heaters in those cold cement towers in the city. The wind is its unfurled flag, leading our memories from beginning to end. Chai Fei, who keeps "squeaking", has been shaking for several years. Chai Fei has already entered the kitchen, replaced by a tall and majestic door. Chickens are also echoing each other in the north wind. Invariably, the courtyard is covered with a cold moonlight. In its lonely silence, the dog finally closed his mouth with saliva and lay on the haystack for a while, staring at the silver moon hanging in the night sky, feeling dejected. The most beautiful thing is the early morning in the country, and the yellow face of the sun has a faint halo, rendering it like an ink painting ... I can't help but go to the field to see it. In calm, there is a quiet smile on my face, just like at night, I go to see those children who have kicked their feet. After that, I waddled into the field, showing another artistic conception of beauty, which is a broad and vigorous beauty, simple and true beauty. Vilen, without the embellishment of safflower fruit, is fresh and lovely, full of wheat seedlings. Neither sing slowly nor noisily, but flow quietly, without a ripple, just like silent music hovering in my heart. Far and near trees are row upon row, unpretentious, and their branches pierce the sky, flaunting vigor and fortitude. And the sky is so vast that people can't help but open their hearts and MengMeng accepts everything between heaven and earth. Boundless, clearer heart, ethereal and elegant. Even better, after the snow stopped, there was holy white everywhere, showing a quiet and solemn beauty. The thick snow has purified everything and calmed the impetuous mood. Standing in the snow, the heart will gradually be lost by a kind of vastness and nobility, and the blood will gradually boil, making people feel heroic. Turn around and go home, and push open the gate. I am lifting the curtain woven with straw on the fire door of the stove and looking up at the gloomy sky. The clothes blown by the wind and the face were rubbed with chapped hands over and over again, but I couldn't calm the joy of my child's long journey back. My mother, sitting on the stove again, has rosy cheeks, which reflects the purest simplicity of farmers. The smoke whirled more cheerfully. It is a sensitive antenna in winter in the countryside. Sometimes, on a whim, my mother takes out one or two sweet potatoes from the underground kiln and throws them into the fire pit. In a short time, her chapped hands quickly took them out, patted them and handed them back to you. The happiness of childhood reappeared in front of my eyes, and tears swirled in my eyes ... Indeed, the winter of childhood made people worry about their lives, and the wind at that time was still the same. ...
A composition describing the rural scene in winter: the bare black branches are covered with snow, and the rest of the grass hangs under the trees by the roadside. The road width of cement is neither too wide nor too narrow. A pool of water lay waiting in front, black as a hole. Sunlight shines down and reflects light. Seems to be waiting for passers-by with malice. The color of the soil under the roadside trees becomes a little bit. The traces of high and low bicycle tires are deeply shallow and mottled on it, like a three-dimensional sculpture on the ground, with a tough shape and a little warm color. This is a cold masterpiece of silence in the dark. On the other side of the road is a Tang Wang. In summer, green algae float on the water like grass, and occasionally cows sit there eating grass. In winter, the lake is heavy and quiet, like the eyes of an old cow. I threw a stone and it made a deep sound. Rings of ripples were blown by the wind at this time, and I watched quietly through the messy bangs. In the winter morning, walking in my hometown, looking at the close-up view alone, I can't speak, as if I were saying something. Even a sigh will disturb the atmosphere, making it possible and artificial. The other side of the soil is brown-black soil. Even if the roadside soil has hardened, it still maintains the proper state and mission of the soil. Including the reproduction of life. Several unknown weeds nestled under the tree and survived the long winter. Behind the tree is a ditch reinforced with cement, and behind the ditch is a row of small trees. Behind the thin branches is a clear field. There are gullies, gullies, and some people bow their backs in the ground. I squinted and couldn't see clearly through the heavy fence. In fact, even if I can see it clearly, I probably won't recognize who it is. Compared with the rough gray house in my memory, I was attracted by the two-story building with yard. The red tiles reflect the high and bright sky, with a kind of spring color, but also with the unique beauty of sunny days in winter. The red end of the year began to appear on the ground, piles and piles, and the air seemed to be dry and cold with sulfur. In winter, I directly announce my arrival in this way. My hands exposed to the air were a little stiff, so I rubbed them. Heat radiates through the fingers. I like to breathe like this in winter, as if I saw white air, so it is really winter. The scenery in my hometown has changed again and again, but the pond where the old cow lay in my memory is still there. Clean and messy, settling day by day. Precipitation day by day, noisy day by day. Winter in my hometown is also a noisy day.
Homework helps to feel the countryside in winter. At first, he thought the countryside was a fairytale paradise. 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 grow seeds of hope under the nourishment of sunlight. It may be the pastoral scenery in Tao Qian's poems, which interpreted the story of the fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely. It's just the country in the poem. When we really walk into this country and feel it with our heart, we will find that our country is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth. Seen from a distance, rickety figures on the 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, and he has survived 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 comes, the crops shake like his thin body, and he can't see hope or harvest. The chaotic eyes are dry and empty. So are they. It's just that this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. The full grain is like a piece of jewelry, and their eyes smile like a crescent moon. What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life. Will such a country disappoint us in the face of such a picture? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While enjoying its tranquility and purity, pay more attention to its pain and have more understanding and sympathy for its hardships. 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 with blood and sweat? Seeing the farmers in China standing forever in the history of China with the most humble gesture, let us feel the countryside with our heart! Feel the country. It seems very, very difficult for those children in the city to understand the meaning of this word, because they have never been there or experienced it personally. It seems more difficult to feel the countryside. It is meaningful for those children in the country, because they live in it every day. In different people's minds, there must be different, their ideal beautiful countryside, and what is my ideal beautiful countryside? In my mind, the countryside has neither the noise between cities nor the complacent temperament of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" In the countryside, there is no polluted air in the city, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. As for the bustling big cities, only the stench emitted by chemical plants, only the black and dark blue sky mixed with stars and the moon, because the lights of skyscrapers are too bright, there is no quiet life like "sunrise" in the countryside, and there is no delicate and gentle scenery in the countryside. From this, I think 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's not. I think, however, the pastoral style is as delicate and feminine as the sweetness and gentleness of women in the south of the Yangtze River. 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!
In winter, the trees in the country are bare. The water is covered with ice and the roof is covered with snow. The earth is white. The sun is out and the children are playing happily. Because there is a lot of snow in winter, children like winter. At the end of winter, children put on cotton-padded jackets because winter is a cold season. The field is white, like a white cotton blanket. All the vegetables in the vegetable field are covered. The countryside is full of beautiful mountains. Seen from a distance, the mountain is covered with snow. It is sacred, just like a white dragon lying on the top of a country hill in winter. Surrounded by white clouds, the sun shines on the top of the mountain. A flock of birds flew down from the mountain, and their light figures were cheerful and agile. This mountain is full of tranquility and mystery, and seems to be full of winter myths. A plum tree is planted in the village, which will produce beautiful plum blossoms in winter. # # # # # # # # # # # # # Winter is a beautiful and pure day; Winter is a lovely child; What's unique about winter in the countryside? In the early morning, misty fog floated in the air, and it was dawn before the morning star disappeared. On the distant hill, the original green grass dried up and put on a white cotton-padded jacket, waiting for the spring to sprout again ... I came to the wild in the morning and walked along the winding path, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, which was very different from spring. Flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell down. Only pine trees are still green, and the thick trunk seems to surround a few people. He stood upright, like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier. At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face. The frozen trembling stream flows happily as before. Chimonanthus praecox has its own beauty: one tender Chimonanthus praecox is flying in the wind. Green leaves come out from the branches, just like a goddess coming to earth. Evening is the quietest time of the day. The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped flowing, and the whole village could even hear a needle fall. There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky. The brightest star is Polaris, hanging in the air to guide the lost people. What a great contribution! Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful.
In winter, the scenery of rural people comes, and the hills and the earth in the country are covered with snow, which is very beautiful.
In winter, the hills in the country are more beautiful than before. It is covered with thick snow, just like a thick quilt.
Not only is the hill dressed up, but even the earth is covered with snow, as if it were going to sleep.
Winter is a paradise for rural children.
They have snowball fights and make snowmen on the earth.
The earth is full of laughter, laughter and smiling faces everywhere.
This adds a unique and charming scenery to the winter in the countryside.
Winter in the country is really beautiful! Grade 4, Tuanjie Road Primary School, Uda District, Wuhai City, Inner Mongolia: Gao Yitong
The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.
Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad.
But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.
The dusk in early winter always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before the river of mountains is dispersed by the evaporation of water vapor from the sun.
As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle.
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