Essay on Country Life 500 Words

Last fall, my mother took me to my hometown to visit my grandfather and grandmother. There, I really experienced what country life is, and until now, it still brings back a lot of memories!

Early in the morning, I got up early and followed my siblings out to play. The birds were standing on the branches from time to time to eulogize; the wild flowers and grasses were everywhere, they swayed in the autumn wind, in the sunshine bath, looked so lovely; the fish were playing in the water; the brook flowed happily. The journey was so enjoyable. In a blink of an eye, it was noon, the group's stomach began to sing "empty city", we are planning to go home to eat, on the road, we see some people in the roasted peanuts. See them eat so fragrant, we were greedy drooling, so we began to plan the action of roasted peanuts, my sister and I steal peanuts, others steal wheat straw. After the materials were ready, we found an abandoned brick building as a barbecue site. First, build a stove with a few bricks (nothing too complicated). Next, put some wheat sticks inside. Next, put peanuts in it and cover it with the wheat sticks you started putting in (just cover it with a little bit of wheat sticks). Then, when the wheat sticks are done burning, cover them with the burnt black ash for 5 minutes and eat them. When we ate what we made, we couldn't be more proud of ourselves. Without realizing it, evening arrived. The reddish sunset in the sky, the evening breeze, the nesting birds, everything was so beautiful. Only a few shouts occasionally came from the distance. The last of the evening sun disappeared, and the whole sky darkened. People have closed the door, into a sweet dream, everywhere is so quiet, only a few bird calls occasionally come ......

Country life, you are so evocative, so make people linger!

The annual May Day Labor Day has come and gone, and my mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time to go to my grandmother's house far away in the countryside.

We got out of the car and walked towards the village, where the cool spring breeze greeted us as if it was welcoming the Golden Week with us. Both sides of the road were filled with green fruit forests that farmers had worked hard to plant, their lush branches and leaves blocking out rays of golden sunlight. A fruit tree is densely hung with longan, my mother told me that the longan is not yet ripe, to the summer, a string of yellow sweet and delicious longan can be harvested, become the fruit of the table.

At my grandmother's house, I pulled my mom to set off firecrackers, and she had no choice but to agree. So I walked the streets looking for firecracker stores, and finally got it as I wished. I stood on the roof of the building, threw firecrackers into the river, unexpectedly, but scared the ducks are bathing in the water, it was shocked, then "quack! Quack! Quack!" Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack! In fact, the duck is also quite cute, you see, white and fat body, plus white and yellow mouth, and then add the gleaming eyes, walking up and down, can not be cute?

Suddenly, the sky was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and in a flash, it was pouring rain, so I rushed back to the house to avoid the rain. Not long after, the rain stopped, suddenly the sky is high, look up and see far away, you will see the rain-soaked rice paddies are glittering. Walking towards the green and shady fields, you will feel a sense of refreshment. Looking at the heavy, full ears of wheat, I thought: it is the working people who use their own heart and blood to get this one ear of wheat, how great the working people are!

After lunch, we went to the guava forest of my third aunt's husband. In front of us as if it were a boundless forest of fruit, there are three uncle's, there are others, it is a sea of green. Aunt Joe took the pliers, carrying a bamboo basket, I followed him, jumping from one side to the other, only to see him carefully cut off one after another of the green fruit. I'm happy, thinking: this time you can eat a lot of good food. After picking the fruit, I was already sweating and panting. A look at the third uncle, he is also tired and sweaty, how hard ah! I ate the sweet and crunchy fruit, thinking: these fruits are the working people with a little drop of sweat for.

What a beautiful fruit forest, what a wide field, make me linger. When I returned home, this continuous scroll often echoed in my mind.

1, the beauty of country life is outside the courtyard gate. When I lived in my old house, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and changed into a casual dress to go out and pick up the scenery. Walking in the green mountains and green water, the most comfortable visual is the village girl that red and green clothing, and auditory enjoyment is those refreshing chicken and bugs, the sound of the manor house to open the door, this colorful and simple sound and this large wheat, waddling cattle most affinity. Further ahead, in the far distance of the residential settlement there is a wine shop, the store name is "Happy Forest". I was so happy that I could feel the wind at my feet, as if I had been imbued with a little bit of Chinese kung fu.

2, this place is really a lot of water, as long as you stand in some open space, there will be a big or small bay into your eyes.

In the morning, people had not waited for the fish in the river to wake up, so they had to poke their dreams with a Penny. Fog is thick, the opposite side of the shadow, and so the two boats close to each other, only to be shocked out of a cold sweat, and say good danger, good danger, but the boat has been staggered by more than a zhang. This place has a fishing old man, seventy-eight years old, crane hair, voice like a bell. "Fish and shrimp for sale," he said in a simple voice, but it was like waking up from an intoxication and drinking a cup of tea, which was soothing and refreshing to the whole body. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat, who had drunk too much last night, climbed out of the cabin in a daze and stood at the stern of the boat to let down a line of muddy urine before the sun came up. The first thing you need to do is get a scolding from your wife, and you'll have to carry the water from the river to cook your dinner!

Frequently there are two lovely birds, catching the top of the river willow tree, four eyes opposite, chirping chirping, infinite tenderness, snuggling. A pair of carp in the morning out of the air, taking advantage of the misty, playful, regardless of the old fisherman envy and helpless eyes.

The sky is brightening and the sun is shining, dispersing the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came to life. Farmers get up early, there are only two things, pour the night incense, burn breakfast. The thatched toilets of the people in this place are often located near the river, and the male and female masters do their own thing, and do not find anything wrong with it. Later in the day, the village is full of chickens and dogs, with students going to school, farmers going to the fields, and laborers doing their jobs.

3. Early in the morning, it is always natural to wake up, see the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter, the birds chirping from the chirping and chattering of the enthusiastic and noisy, to the gradual decrease, I think it is the end of the party to catch worms to go. There are occasionally pleasant singers, calling a few times to fly and fly away. Get up and look at the time on the cell phone, not yet six o'clock, the sun has gone up between the trees, the light will be faintly smeared on the east wall, the light cast in the house covered with floating dust, tiny particles in the light happily rising and sinking, such as the morning dance. After cleaning up my mother and pushing her to sit in the sunlight, I began to make breakfast. Life in the countryside is so free of the concept of time that everything can be done without panic.

Spring and summer days, every morning when you wake up, you will hear a crisp birds, get up, open the window, you will see a green piece of grass, breathing new air, this time the mood must be very good. The next step is to make breakfast, you can also go to the street to buy a few doughnuts, mixed with thin rice, very beautiful oh ~! Eat enough, on the ground work, hoeing, loosening the soil, it is now the orange tree blossom time, to the orange mountain, cut the tender teeth, encountered busy farming time, the guys will take the midday meal, outside to eat, when the sun goes down in the west, you will see the farmers uncle, carrying a hoe, go home, tired all day long, it should be pointing out a cigarette, take a break, the old companions should be doing the meal, the smoke curls, farmhouse dishes, flavor! The flavor is fragrant. Nightfall, lying in bed, watching TV, soon into dreamland, dry day's work, sleep very familiar and fragrant, you only hear the grasshoppers outside in the incessant call, night, very quiet ~! Whenever there is a festival, I will do it myself, such as the Qingming Festival, I will go to the graves to pay tribute to the dead relatives, and I will go to pick "qing" (a plant, knocked paste and glutinous rice soft together, put some filling. There are sweet, salty, wrapped and steamed can be eaten) in our local language called "Qingming fruit", the taste is still good ~! Dragon Boat Festival, families are wrapped zongzi, sweet zongzi, salty zongzi, love to eat what to eat. New Year's Eve, families are busy, lively, firecrackers, from time to time in the mountains echoed. If you like the countryside, you are welcome to come and play, the people in the countryside are very warm, simple, hospitable.

Summer is in full swing, and early fall is approaching. The famous lyricist of the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji, suffered a blow from the peace faction and could not realize his ambition, so he had to go back to the mountains and live in the Shangrao district of Jiangxi Province.

One day at noon, Xin Qiji went out for a walk after having a good lunch. The warm sunlight shone on him and he felt very comfortable. Xin Qiji sat down on the lawn under a big tree and squinted his eyes to enjoy the scenery around him.

Seeing a thatched cottage in the distance, the eaves of the thatched cottage were so low and short that one could only bend down and walk into it. In front of the thatched hut there is a clear stream, the water is very clean, even the bottom of the small stones can be seen clearly, from time to time there are a few small fish in the bottom of the stream play, play. The surface of the stream is full of pink lotus flowers, as if a shy little girl. The stream is full of green grass, dancing in the breeze. What a vibrant scene. Next to the thatched hut there was a pair of unknown grandparents and grandparents, drinking and chatting in dialect, looking very intimate. It's a great way to get older!

The oldest son is a hard worker, hoeing in the bean field east of the stream. The middle son is sitting beside the hut, concentrating on weaving a chicken coop, his movements are very skillful. The youngest son, the most beloved of them all, is very naughty, and is now lying by the stream with his head propped up, peeling the lotus seedpods and eating them!

Xin Qiji was overwhelmed with emotion and composed the following poem:

The eaves of the thatched roof are low

The grass is green on the stream

Drunkenly, I am enchanted by the sound of Wu Yin

Whose old woman is white-haired

Oldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream

Middle child is knitting a chicken coop

Mostly, I love that the youngest child is a rogue

Lying on the stream, I am peeling the lotus seedpods

Happy life in the countryside

On the second day of the National Day, I went to my grandmother's house to play. Grandma lives in the countryside, which is a two-hour bus ride away. My mom and I walked along the path full of wildflowers and breathed in the fresh air.

After arriving at my grandmother's house, my neighbor's little sister and I went to the garden behind the house and saw that my grandmother's pomegranate tree was full of pomegranates that looked like red lanterns, and we drooled over them. With my grandmother's permission, we picked up the pomegranates, and in a short while, we picked a tray full of pomegranates. However, we saw two big red and round pomegranates on the top of the tree branches, tiptoe tried several times but couldn't pick them, they were too high! My little neighbor sister jumped so hard that she fell and almost cried. I coaxed her and said, "Forget it, save a few for the adults to pick! Let's go play something else." The neighbor's little sister broke into tears and took my hand out of the garden.

We bounced over to the hill behind the village, ready to plant sesame flowers. We first dug a small pit with a pointed branch, and then put the sesame flowers into it, and then put the side of the soil over the sesame flowers around, and then pressed flat, and finally brought a small bucket from home, watering the soil ...... to see us planted down the sesame flowers in the sunshine so bright, so beautiful, really happy! I silently wish until next year when I come back when the small hillside is full of beautiful flowers ......

Life in the countryside is so happy!

The rural houses are disorderly, the environment is not elegant this is the old look of the previous countryside life, however, walking through the countryside avenue, let a lot of city people are casting envious eyes. On both sides of the new well-off residential buildings, red tiles, beige walls, everywhere you can see the new green, seemingly extraordinarily coordinated, which can not help but let a person marvel at the changes in rural life today.

No city skyscrapers, no endless streams of cars, no loud noises, there is just a kind of tranquility that city dwellers have missed for a long time. Strolling along the country road, enjoying the sunshine with open space, feeling the unique atmosphere of the countryside, a little intoxicating. Listening to the birds singing, watching the pond carp waves, stepping on the stone road, feeling the rare leisure at ease. Willow branches fluttering with the wind in the soft spring breeze, the air seems to be clear and transparent, revealing an intoxicating freshness, reveling in the rich countryside flavor.

Sunset, see the sun slowly down from the mountain side, in the village of the clear river, some women are chatting, washing clothes, in the light of the sunset, seems to be in their faces can see the kind of rural most pure and simple smile. Suddenly there were more people, it was the workers of a village-run enterprise who were off work, all rushing back home, which was also the most lively time in this quiet village.

The simple, hard-working villagers themselves are changing everything around them, enjoying the beautiful environment and happy village life that comes with hard work. In the hustle and bustle of the city, perhaps more and more city dwellers are willing to change their lives to feel this kind of fresh country life.

Country life

I am a city dweller, but I have been to the countryside a few times.

One summer when I was in the third grade, I went to the countryside - my grandmother's hometown - with my father, mother and cousin.

Grandma's house was a two-story house covered with creepers, only one side was dense and the other sparse, and they danced rhythmically to the sound of the gentle wind. There are also a few strings of sun-dried red peppers hanging under the eaves, sunflowers planted in front of and behind the house, and a pond a few dozen meters from the house.

I made some good friends here. The most interesting is to pull out the bird's eggs, first, let a partner climb up a tree to find the target, he looked around, his eyes suddenly concentrated on something, side ear, he pointed to a tree, we quickly climbed up, I was the first one to climb, Beibei was at the end, I stopped where I could get to the bird's nest, and reached out to pull out the bird's eggs. My left hand to hold the tree trunk, my right hand quickly handed the eggs to the people below, my two knees close together, pulling out 3 or 4 eggs after I suddenly touched a soft thing, no hair, the surface is relatively sticky, but also in the "sizzle" sound, is this ... ... ..., I hurriedly threw the snake down the tree, there were screams, my partner and I rushed down the tree, Bebe hit me hard on the back, sobbing, "Who told you to throw down the snake!"

I love farm life!

"Hope, why don't you go home to the countryside?" Dad asked me once again. I said the same old thing: "No, never!" At this time, evoked my previous things in my hometown: we sleep on dry thatch, there is no mosquito net, mosquitoes bite at night, so I can not sleep the whole night; the door is a pile of cow dung, stinky and dirty, a foot stepped on, feet do not know how to become what kind of; muddy road everywhere is a puddle of water, if you do not accidentally step on a puddle of water, the whole foot sinks down, it is difficult to pull out the foot, but the Shoes but stay in the mud puddle ...... Dad seems to see my mind, said to me: "Now hometown 'not today than in the past'." I secretly thought: is this true? So I followed my grandfather in the car to go home to my hometown.

Coming to my hometown, ah! It was so beautiful! Could this be my eyes blurred? I rubbed my eyes, no? Originally the previous potholes, rugged road, has now become a flat asphalt road, the road on both sides of the planting of flowers and trees, bees singing, butterflies dancing, skyscrapers rise up. My father and I came to my uncle's house, wow, my uncle's house has changed, the walls are painted snow white, as if it is powdered jade, as if it is silver. The furniture was brand new, with dragon and phoenix patterns. The house is very big, they no longer need to cook things on the stove, are replaced by a gas stove, convenient and quick ...... I seem to be in the fairyland on earth. Uncle took me into a room, lifted a piece of flower cloth, ah, this is exactly what I am familiar with - computer. Uncle skillfully maneuvered the computer, as if talking about the piano. My sister also had a computer, and she was quite good at playing the computer. The old social concepts that used to favor men over women are gone now. I can't imagine that the quality of people in my hometown has improved so fast! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw that the farmers in the distance no longer used the old oxen to pull the plow to cultivate the land, but used all kinds of tractors to plow the land. The sound of the plowing is like praising the changes in the hometown.

The people in my hometown have changed, the land has changed, and transportation has become easier, with telephones and everything. But what makes these changes? I was puzzled when two women were talking and laughing. One of them said, "The government is still good, and I don't favor boys over girls anymore. I now realize that girls are so great too!" "My daughter is also ah ...... "I suddenly realized that it was the government's credit wow! I think: assuming that in the future, this place must become even better!