Village four seasons

The countryside is a magical place, where you can stay away from the murky air of the city, away from the never-ending car flute, away from the never-ending conversations and noises on the streets.

In the spring, the countryside is busy. In the morning, a young and old worked hard. The man turned the ground and the woman sprinkled the seeds on the turned land. The seeds they planted are the seeds of hope.

Summer is both happy and hard. In a large piece of farmland that could not be seen, the peasants sprinkled a drop of sweat on the scorching sun. In the creek, the child drilled in the water and looked like a small fish playing, very happy!

Autumn, immersed in the joy of harvest. In the rice fields, the rice is ripe, and the rice in the yellow Chengcheng bends the rice stalk. In the orchard, the fruit is ripe. People hold the sickle. Shoulder shoulders. There are ropes in the pole. Wear a straw hat. A towel with a sweaty neck came to the rice field. They put the scythes together and went to the roots of the rice to sink into the arms. After a few knives, the rice piled up. No wonder: "The spirit of all things depends on both hands." Otherwise, how many peasants can have a lot of rice? The peasant uncles are busy with the harvest, they are too busy to do it, the children are idle and have nothing to do, while eating, they put the few things that they can't eat in their pockets, and share the joy of harvest with their partners.

In winter, the white gauze of the winter girl dyed the mother of the earth in white, standing in the distance, and the houses, roads and trees were covered with mysterious colors. The girls are making snowmen, the boys are getting together and playing snowballs, and the joyful laughter is echoing. The farmer's uncle sat on the donkey and looked at Ruixue outside the door, sighing and saying: "Next year is another bumper year."

Fourth grade: Zhang Weipeng