The field is beautiful too

The city is full of pressure, although there is a feast, even if it is changing with each passing day, the beauty of the city is a bit embarrassing. Many people say that the city is good, the city is beautiful, but I am not, the field is not very good, the field is not very beautiful. Candlelights are mixed with lights, not as good as field flowers.

Every summer, the sun is hot, the summer is infinite, others are traveling in the hot sun, but I would rather go back to the country in the summer to enjoy the fun. Although the ride is not short, it can be excited and not replaced by tiredness. Sunlight, green trees, flowing water, a picture-like imagination emerged in my mind. When I arrived, I realized that the scenery in the fields was still beautiful, and the green trees were clear around the air. Summer is still hot, but in my eyes it seems that the sun's gift does not hinder my good mood. Standing at the doorstep of the house, looking up at the sky, it is such a blue, the birds are hovering, and then watching the fields, people are working hard. "Do not know the heat, but the summer is long", it is exactly one year of busy farming! "You are back!" I looked back and turned out to be a cousin. Our mouths rose slightly, pretending to be close to each other seriously. "Stone scissors cloth, you lost again!!!" This is actually our secret code. Cousin grabbed his head and muttered to himself: How do you win every time, I smiled: "I just won, go, take me to fishing." His face showed joy, I am elated. I ran in and took out the fishing rod and went fishing with this cousin. Although the road to fishing is not far away, the breeze in the field is very soft, and there is no smell of summer heat and breathlessness. When the flowers are splendid, the bamboo leaves gently pass over the head, but there is a little coolness without feeling pain. It is very pleasant to walk on such a field path. After stepping through the new mud, the land seemed a bit moist. It turned out to be at the lake. It was surrounded by trees, and the lake was very quiet. Occasionally, bubbles from the fish flooded the surface. The four sides are so wide that people feel deep and lonely. The wind blows through the bamboo leaves and the birds' food is like a melody, easy and nice. Pack the bait and gently throw it into the water and wait for the good news. I enjoy this beauty, the unique beauty of the field, sitting on the slightly moist soil, without the constraints of the past, the mind feels very relaxed, there is no dust in the air, and some are the natural taste of the field, even fresh. The flowers are fragrant, the sheep are grazing by the side but they have not trampled on the flowers. Perhaps this is the beauty of harmony in the field. Suddenly the hand trembled, and my mind and eyes were immersed in everything around me. Hey, I suddenly remembered that I was fishing, and the fish was hooked! I came back to God and gently slammed the rod to the shore, causing the fish to exhaust the physical strength. When it was exhausted, I pulled it up, took the line, and installed it with the net.

Since then, there have been no more fish fishing. I thought it was too long for me to catch the last fish. It has already told its brothers and sisters that it is dangerous. I don’t know that I am too addicted to this beauty. I didn't put the bait at all and threw it into the water again. The setting sun fell and the wind became cool. I released the fish back to the lake. The fish was like a soul. I jumped back and went to find my mother. I felt satisfied. It was just a lot in the field. A small part of the beauty. The sun is shining on the lake, and the evening is like a cup of fragrant tea. It blends into the beauty of the field and brings me endless memories.

The field is also beautiful, and this unique beauty may only belong to me, because you don't know it.

Jiangmen Jingxian School Junior Three: Wang Wei