rural

During the holidays, I went to the countryside to visit the hustle and bustle, and I was fortunate enough to witness the night of the farmhouse.

In the evening, a bright moon with a sorrowful rose fragrance hangs over the blue sky, the moonlight flows through the woods, and the silence can only hear the "sand" sound of the wind blowing the grass. The night was deeply asleep, and the soft moonlight gently stroked the tree scorpion and dropped the dark chrysanthemum-like shadow, giving a warm feeling. I walked on the path in the field, and I was surprised to find a pink small wild flower, simple and small. Take it off the palm of your hand and you can't help but feel the greatness of the Creator. This month is soft like a lake, looming like smoke. In the west, there was a faint sound of insects, and there were one or two sounds of "Wang Wang" in the east. Like a rude singer, it broke the silence of the night...

People who have been busy for a day, put a table in the courtyard, the whole family is surrounded by dinner, and they are happy. Some people simply carried the bowl, walked out of the hospital, and ate while talking with the neighbors about the day's labor harvest, looking forward to the good harvest this year. The villagers walked out for a walk at night, and through the moonlight, admiring the green crops in front of them, the moon became their faithful companion and streetlight. Children often like to lie on the grass, holding a small grass in their mouths, looking up at the night sky, singing an old song: "Beside the long pavilion, the ancient road..." Don't worry about any troubles, spend time in leisure. The girls are Dongpu, West look, shyly sneaked to the Liulin pond to wash the face.

This is the night in the countryside, the night of the rural countryside full of flowers.

Fourth grade: Chen Run 1994