Rural beauty

Rural beauty

If someone asks me if you are willing to live in the city or live in the country, I will not hesitate to choose the country. My grandfather's family is in the country, and the beauty there is a dream.

In spring, everything recovers. The grass sneaked out of the head, and the willows at the pond pulled out the green buds. The small streams flowed cheerfully, and the birds stopped on the wires and cried, as if to say, "Spring is here, spring is coming. ".

In the summer, the watermelon of the farmer's uncle is ripe. Hey, every watermelon is pretty big green belly, and the children next door can't help but slow down on the melon field every day. I don't know how many saliva to swallow! At night, the bright moon has already hung in the sky, and the people who worked hard for a day came together and shook the old fan, chatting about interesting things. Autumn is the season of harvest. The wind baby sneaked a sneak sigh, and the crops of the farmland suddenly picked up layers of waves. The sorghum smiled red, and the rice smiled and bent, and the peasant’s uncle’s face was even more open. In the orchard, the fruit farmer plucked golden citrus, yellow orange and orange pears... Dudu, the big truck was full of fruit and drove away, and he also sent the people in the city a joy of harvest.

In the winter, the weeds are yellow and the leaves are drifting away from the wind. People who have worked hard for a year should rest and rest. Suddenly a heavy snow made the whole world white. On the sun-deep ping, some of the children are snowmen, some are playing snowballs, and they have fun.

The country is beautiful, I love the country.

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