When I was four or five years old, my grandmother always took me with her when she carried water to the fields to water vegetables. So this slender pole carries a shallow bucket at one end and I sit in a bamboo basket at the other end. "Squeak", rang all the way. The quiet sunset quietly reveals her face, emitting soft light, not strong or dazzling, like a gentle and leisurely girl. The surrounding scenery has become indigo, and the fields are gradually dying with this indigo. I sat in the basket, unable to resist the temptation of noise and knocked on the pole with my hand. Grandma turned around and said, "money, you sit tight." There is a satisfied smile on her face.
Grandma's shoulder pole carries the magnificent and quiet beauty and the fun of my childhood. I read the rich warmth in the cheerful accompaniment of the shoulder pole. Describing grandma's shoulder pole from a child's perspective is full of childlike interest and warmth.
As far as I can remember, most people in the village believe in Buddhism, so they plan to start work on the dilapidated land temple, and even stay busy until late. On the dark green ridge, large and small shoulder poles and people of all ages form a beautiful landscape in the village.
"Pick some sand and pay attention to the road conditions!"
"Come on, I know the way."
"It's getting dark, everyone should watch!"
"……"
People take care of each other, do their best and work hard. The old man stirred up two buckets of heavy sediment, and the old pole was shaken and gave a cry of "Luo Ji". The old man shook his body and two buckets of sediment shook with him. His bronzed cheeks immediately rose to iron red, the veins stood out suddenly and violently on his forehead, his lips pursed, and he walked hard but firmly and cautiously. I can see that he is struggling. I rushed forward to help him. The old man gritted his teeth, just straightened his back, and then stubbornly defended: "I'll come, I'll come, let the children have a rest." As long as the pole can hold, I will be fine! God will bless this land. I will laugh: villagers are always so simple, they are not afraid of hard work, and even if their lives are tight, there is always hope. Stand up straight, carry a pole, sweat on your cheeks, and the feeling of happiness overflows every cell of your body, making them live freely and unrestrained.
The poles in rural areas bear the hard work and harvest of rural people and their persistent and firm beliefs. I read a deep homesickness and happiness in the hard work of carrying a pole. (A little more, full of beauty)
On the back wall of our yard, there is an ancient shoulder pole. After years of precipitation and baptism, the smooth and delicate trunk of the pole has been covered with traces. Looking at its tracks and cracks, I think it looks like wrinkles on grandma's face and rough palm prints of villagers. (figuratively speaking, the image is appropriate)
Twilight arrival, one end of the country pole is carrying a thin moon, and the other end is carrying a mature sun. Through that pole, I read love, unyielding and strong ...
Comments: The article is full of strong rural life, and it is fresh, natural and smooth to read. The description of scenery throughout the text adds a layer of depth and beauty; Vivid detail description is another highlight of this paper. The metaphor is novel and appropriate, and the true feelings are properly integrated into the pole, which is a good exam exercise.