Village Evening changed into an essay of 350 words:
Lei Zhen, a poet of the Song Dynasty, lived in seclusion in the mountains. All day long he recited poems and made paintings. On this day, just when the poet was immersed in his book, there was a thunderstorm outside the window and a sudden downpour poured down.
The rain came and went in a hurry. A rainbow hangs in the sky, the poet walks on the country road, the air is so fresh, the sky is so bright. Nearby pond, the spring water is crystal clear, fish pop up now and then, enjoying the freshness after the rain.
The pond is full of grass essay, lush, the pond water is very full, as if it will soon overflow. The poet looked at the setting sun, far away from the green hills, articulated red sunset, a handful of shadows reflected in the water, flashing sparkling waves.
The cows still walked unhurriedly, and the wildflowers on the roadside swayed with the wind, welcoming them with a faint fragrance of flowers! Suddenly, a childish but pleasant flute sound came, it sometimes twanging, sometimes melodious, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, seems to be out of tune, so carefree jumping, running ahead of the little shepherd boy's figure gradually disappeared in the twilight, only the jumping flute sound is still hidden in the light twilight flying, spinning.
Village Evening
Author: Lei Zhen
Grass fills the pond, water fills the reservoir, and the mountains are drenched in cold ripples from the setting sun.
The shepherd boy returns to the back of the cow, and the piccolo is blown without any accent.