village

The rising sun is like a shy girl, walking from the horizon. The morning light is so soft and gently awakens the earth. The blue sky is lazy and leisurely, the grass stretches out, the flowers are busy greeting the sun, the rooster screams, and everything wakes up. The dewdrops looked so dazzling in the sun, the white clouds began to cheer up, and the wind fluttered involuntarily, the village became buzzing, and the peasants began to work in the fields. The seeds of spring begin to sprout, and people's faces show a smile of hope.

At dusk, the sun that was tired for a day did not seem to want to rest. Under the urging of the moon, I reluctantly looked at the earth and left the most beautiful scene to the people who had worked for a day. The last evening glow disappeared, and the moon showed a smile. In the evening, every household was busy cooking and cooking. The whole village was covered with smoke. The moon was like a big pearl, and it was peeping into the beautiful village in the air. The laughter of the children and the true, lovely smile of the day made the moon sister laugh. The stars are also coming out, and a pair of curious eyes make the sky more beautiful. On a quiet night, people slept, and only the tireless insects sang the beautiful lullaby, and the naughty children were sleepy. All the sounds were getting smaller and smaller. The night of the village, quiet, quiet.

This is the silence before dawn, and tomorrow will be better.

Sixth grade: the current year