When the flowers fall, when the leaves turn yellow, when the fruit is ripe, the footsteps of autumn are close.
When you leave the noisy city, come to the country road, will feel a fresh air into the heart and lungs, activated every cell, let a person feel refreshed; when you leave the noisy city, come to the country road, enjoy that quiet and beautiful time, how cozy; when you are tired of looking at the skyscrapers, come to the country road, to look at the golden trees, flying birds, the roof of the rising smoke, and how pleasing to the eye ......
The autumn girl held a box of colored pencils. She came to the country road, painted the sky blue, painted the sunset red, painted the leaves golden, painted the brook turquoise ...... In the distance, a few small mountains in the clouds hidden. In the creek, the fish proudly swing it their beautiful big tail, the little loach and partners hide and seek, the shrimp is also happy and do not know how to do well, keep cheering and leaping. On the stream, a lone boat resting on the calm water, and the sky's red sunset, the evening breeze, free-flying birds, constituting a beautiful landscape painting. On both sides of the path stand many small trees. If the earth is compared to a big bow, then these small trees are the long arrow that will be shot into the blue sky.
Listening to the ear, the running stream sings all the way, the bird's call resounds through the clouds, the murmuring of the autumn bugs whispering. The wind swept through the treetops, tree branches swaying body, "rustle" sound; weaver stopped in the treetops, called: "weaving weaving weaving ah - weaving weaving weaving ah -" like a
Shrugged nose, that is the autumn girl brought the taste of autumn. Fresh and elegant fragrance of osmanthus, fruit ripe overflowing flavor, the taste of the harvest in the field, and the aroma of the soil after the autumn rain ...... heart of the troubles are thrown into the clouds.
The countryside is beautiful countryside is charming. I love country roads!
Late in the fall in the field, the setting sun dyed half the sky, our family of four, stepping on the soft soil underfoot, slowly walking forward.
The trees along the path, all of which are slender, not many leaves, have been blown by the autumn wind golden yellow, the setting sun sprinkled, in the wind fluttering golden light. The first thing I want to do is to get my hands on a new car, and I want to be able to see the car, and I want to be able to see the car, and I want to be able to see the car. When I looked at my grandmother, some of her soft, thick hair had turned white, and was cluttered in the black hair, making it look patchy. However, there was nothing but contentment and calmness on her peaceful face. I see, grandmother beside the endless field, is slowly rolling golden wave.
Perhaps tripping over a protruding rock, Grandma stumbled and almost fell. The mother, Rico, ran to help Grandma, her eyes full of anxiety and concern. Grandma answered her mother's concerned eyes with a smile, and continued on with her mother's support. A crow carrying food flew across the warm orange sky and flew into the nest between the branches of the tree, where it has been old parents.
The sky was colored by the setting sun, and there were wisps of carmine, grape purple, and orange yellow outlined by the wind! On the other side, a milky white cloud slowly moved across the sky, like a snail with a shell on its back. At our feet, were all kinds of unknown flowers and plants, they grow inconspicuously, but in the mild sunshine seems to condense into a portrait.
Father also walked silently behind us, did not speak, did not turn back, but maintain a small distance, just right to protect us, we walked quietly, the soil, grass and rice exudes the fragrance, was mixed by the wind sent into our nostrils. In this fragrance, in this Wuyan's path, we seem to be intoxicated.
Even though it is near dusk, the beauty of the sunset will always remain in the heart; even though the companion has no words, but the warmth of the warm current has long been connected to the heart; even though the life is difficult, with the companionship of the family, the road will no longer be lonely.
The red sun according to the mountain, the color of the sky, we in the countryside of the road, continue to go forward ......
Countryside of the road 3The countryside of the road is now gradually replaced by the asphalt road, the memory of the hour is gradually dimmed.
When I was a child, I lived in the countryside with my grandparents, and at that time, the countryside roads were not yet repaired, and there were potholes.
"Tick, tick ......" rain. Originally pitted country roads, at this time, but also covered with a small pool of water, take out their own water gun at home, aimed at the small pools of water on the ground, sucked hard, and then end it, then go and play with the little ones, fell on their own, already can not tell whether it is rain or their bullets. Not a moment, the bullets finished, and immediately along the path, running backward, ready to counterattack, and their own fall, get covered in mud, but also has long been accustomed to. This can be bitter bad home adults, are complaining about this rainy day, this potholed path, are called, to the countryside to repair the path again, but after a long time, there is no movement.
After the rain, we are still about to go out to play together, and at this time the two sides of the road, will often grow out of some unknown plants, curiosity prompted us to approach them. Once, a small cluster of mushrooms grew on the side of the path, and a little friend fed them to the chickens at home, who knew that the chickens would die in a short time. Later, that family and the people in the village agreed to rebuild the path.
In the days before the start of the work, the little friends could not go home, playing on both sides of the path, no one wants to leave, they want to take a last look at the path that gave them unlimited joy.
The new road is still built. There are no more potholes, no more plants, and no more friends playing together. But the adults, finally happy, the children will never go out to play wild. I was also taken to the city and went to school.
And then there is no rainy day "ticking" sound, but whenever there is the sound of the car; and then there is no play together with the partners, but there is endless homework; and then there is no potholes in the countryside, but how there will not be a small pond of asphalt.
Open your eyes, or the asphalt road, country roads, it can no longer be seen.
"Walking on the country road, twilight return of the old cow is my companion ......" Whenever I sing this song, I will think of the vibrant and beautiful scenery along the country road.
Walking in the countryside on the road all the way to meet groups of rapeseed flowers, its golden little face, make the field looks more splendid. A gust of wind blew, those golden little faces are interestingly nodding, as if to express a warm welcome to our arrival. There were also large, green patches of a wide variety of plants all around. When I looked up, the endless fields were renewed before my eyes. The yellow rapeseed flowers, coupled with the green grass, make the idyllic scenery appear more colorful.
Walking in the countryside, there are many azaleas on the side of the road, looks a piece of colorful, azaleas and I greeted, and said: "Hello ah, children. I'm pretty, aren't I. You can take a picture of me standing in the middle! You can stand in the middle of me and take a picture."
It was beautiful in a reddish colored dress. It was, and my heart was mesmerized by it. Suddenly, my feet became the roots of the flower; my body became the main pole of the flower my hands became the leaves; my head became the stamens. Set amidst the beautiful azaleas. Many plants and flowers let out a loud laugh beside me and said, "You are truly a unique flower wilderness in the field." A breeze blew, I stretched out my hands, in the feeling of nature's beautiful scenery.
On the surrounding hills, there are still sturdy bamboo shoots growing, so tall and hard. After a storm, there are still many small heads slowly poking out of the soil, they are not afraid of the wind and rain, is so tenacious stand. We should also learn from the bamboo, this strong and unyielding spirit.
Walking in the countryside on the road, no matter what time, no matter what season, there is a unique and charming scenery. I love the countryside, but also love my hometown - Shaoxing.
Walking in the countryside on the road, the evening wind "whistling" blowing my face, south of the geese quietly swept through only to leave the glow of the evening sun for them to send off ......
Dad drove the car, sent us to the grandmother's house. The countryside road, filled with a fragrance of flowers and grasses, close, close, I saw my grandmother's home, the green and red tile of the small brick house in the clouds under the background, seemingly obvious, just get off the car, I saw my grandmother in the gate to meet us, I rushed over to the self hand-made greeting card to the grandmother. Grandma just hugged me, smiling from ear to ear, eyes are smiling into a slit, eye lines in a moment has become particularly obvious, a head of hair in the years after the torture has turned into a few threads of white hair. The grandmother welcomed us into the house and went into the kitchen, saying that she wanted to make dumplings for us to eat, and I took the opportunity to run into the garden.
The evening sun had not yet gone down, and the sun had already set, and there were sounds of chickens and ducks in the distance. I inadvertently glanced at the apricot tree, is my grandmother and I planted together when I was five years old, when the sapling is still a sapling, and now to grow into a few meters high tree, the tree yellow apricot has knotted into a fist so big a child, looking at the look, the memory of the door pulled me into another story.
It was a weeknight in the fall, Grandma pulled me from the wheat field to the apricot tree, picked up a pair of scissors, a bamboo basket, aimed at an apricot, cut off the roots, the apricot fell right into the bamboo basket. Grandma from the golden apricots picked up one of the largest, peeled off the skin, give me to eat, I took a bite, really sweet! It seems to still taste the sweetness, I got up and walked up first, like my grandmother, picked an apricot, peeled off the skin, ah! The sweet taste once again flowed all over the body, the apricot tree is like a grandmother has always accompanied me, give me love and sweetness.
Autumn wind "hoo-hoo" blowing, wheat field rolled layers of wheat waves, south of the geese have long been gone, as I lost my childhood, never to return .......
The countryside path 6
Qingming Festival, I went to my grandfather's house with my parents.
My grandfather's house lives in Houjiawa Village, Yangzhuang Town, a remote location, and the road is a dirt road.
We took the car to Houjiawa Village, and it was already dark when we arrived, so we ate at my grandfather's house and prepared to go to pay tribute to our ancestors the next day.
It was just hazy when I got up and yelled to go, packed up and ready to go.
After the rain, the road was uneven and muddy because it was a dirt road, and I stepped on it softly, like an astronaut. I enjoyed the fragrant vegetables and golden crops in the fields, the overflowing fruits and fallen leaves in the woods, and the clean, fresh air of the countryside.
We walked on a path comparable to the Shu Road, next to the road is the river, one side of the steep like a cliff, follow this path, came to the field in the middle of the dirt road, the fields of wheat enjoy the spring rain, enjoy the gift from the sky, wheat showing grass green, vibrant, we suddenly saw an ancient well, the well looks like a long time old, around the stone tiles mutilated, I reached out to see a lot, and I was very happy. I reached out and saw that the dark well was so deep that I couldn't see the bottom. I found a big stone and threw it in with a "duang" sound, and it took a few seconds before I heard the sound of the stone falling into the water.
We continue to walk forward, came to a forest, where the trees tower like clouds, this is all have grown young green buds, continue to walk forward, finally arrived at the destination, now there are a lot of people have begun to sacrifice, pious and solemn, my grandfather continued to greet acquaintances, to the cemetery in front of the grandfather that in addition to the fish, meat, wine, vegetables, etc., have long been prepared, the wine is poured into a bowl, thrown in front of the cemetery, after this is done, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine, the wine and the wine. In front of the cemetery, after all this, began to burn paper, and then began to firecrackers, and I kowtowed a few times on the cloth, and then went home.
This is really an unforgettable trip to the countryside ah.
Country Road 7"Walking down the country road, the shepherd boy's song is rippling, oooh oooh oooh they sing? " I hummed a little song as I walked.
In the blink of an eye, it has changed from a hot summer to a beautiful fall. The wheat field raised a burst of one after another waves "hee hee" like a little girl in the sneer. The wind from the field blew into my tense mind, refreshing me immediately. "Wow, it's called the golden ocean! "
I kicked an inconspicuous small stone, while shouting for it to cheer "Come on, come on! I turned around to look for it. I heard something in the reeds. Rustling" flakes were flying all over the sky. I followed the sound and opened the reeds. A sticky, dirty thing jumped onto my nose. I was about to grab it when it took a smart leap and landed firmly on the concrete road. "Let's see if I don't beat you to death, you wretched toad! " I ran wildly as it leaped madly. In a flash, it - disappeared.
I chased it to a small pond, where it was so clear that I couldn't help but think of when I was a child, and the group of deadbeats who were here to beat the water. I picked up a piece of stone, "whoosh" floating on the water. Although my movements are accurate and fast, but obviously not as skillful as my childhood. I picked up another stone and threw it to the deep water, "thunk" shallow up a circle of splash in mid-air. The water splash gradually fall, leaving only the circle is rippling ......
The setting sun gradually fell, from the half-circle sun into a ray of sunshine, even the last halo also slowly disappeared, leaving behind a layer of flaming clouds and a day of red beautiful evening sunshine.
And I'm still sitting barefoot on the riverside, two feet immersed in the river water gently "swinging", regular "rowing", watching a round of bright jade moon rise, bright stars winking mischievously to me.
If you have seen a little girl sitting barefoot on the riverbank, that might be me!
My hometown is high and fertile, and my hometown is vast and poetic.
The expected winter vacation came on schedule, I this "busy man" can finally in the heavy study, lift up the head, deep breath. After a 40-minute drive, stepped down the stairs, smelled a burst of wanton aroma, mixed with soil, even the cold winter wind also contains a special flavor.
The hometown of the urgent to jump into the embrace, this scene are familiar and strange to me.
The curved river, the quiet village, the vast blue sky, the long white clouds, the babbling brook, the narrow bridge constitutes the poetic outline of the hometown.
Autumn to winter, the earth gradually become cold, become old. He did not have the beauty of spring, the vivacity of summer, the joy of autumn, but a flurry of white snow. You see, the small snowflakes drift down slowly, as if they were pathfinders. Gradually, goose feather snowflakes fall down, to the earth, forests, houses are dressed in silver, the whole earth has become a world of pink makeup.
The path of childhood, rugged, high and low, simple path ah, contains a deep love, full of hope, has been to the far side. Roadside of the small tree has long grown into a big tree, caressing the tree, gazing at some of the old bark, the mind came up with the deep shallow footprints ......
Whenever there is a fog, the hometown path and the mirage of the heart will become one. Regardless of the year and month, how far away, in what place and where, the hometown of the road will always be treasured in my heart.
Rain in the hometown is the most common, such as cow hair as dense diagonal weaving, such as flower needle as shiny, rain fell on the winding road, no sound, is the sound of harmony, is the sound of nature.
Walking in the countryside on the road, more than a nostalgia and contemplation.
I walked on the country road. The countryside path is curved, like a long, thin ribbon. Walking, walking, unknowingly walked to the field. I saw the farmers bending their backs, holding hoes and plowing hard. From time to time, they straighten their backs, with a towel on their shoulders, wipe the sweat beads on their foreheads.
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The countryside is a beautiful and simple place, the countryside is a silent and peaceful place, and the countryside is a place where there is no competition with the world.
I walk in the countryside on the road. The countryside path is curved, like a long, thin ribbon. Walking, walking, unknowingly walked to the fields. I saw the farmers bending their backs, holding hoes and plowing hard. From time to time, they straightened their backs and wiped the beads of sweat on their foreheads with the towels on their shoulders.
I walked on the country road. A burst of floral fragrance came to my nose. As far as the eye can see, there are many, many rapeseed flowers planted in the endless fields in the distance, a piece of golden golden, in the sun's irradiation, glittering with dazzling golden light. Some of the rapeseed flowers are in full bloom, some are budding, they are smiling brightly, gently swaying in the breeze, beautiful!
I walked on a country road. A crystal clear brook along the lawn, babbling. Several large white geese murmured intimately on the water surface. A cute little fish suddenly leaped out of the water, jumping happily. A few sky-high trees by the brook, which have just grown fresh leaves, are reflected in the water. A breeze, the surface of the lake ripples, hidden. The lawn is a turquoise green grass as if the earth laid a layer of green carpet; a cluster of colorful wildflowers compete; a few beautiful butterflies fluttering wings in the flowers from time to time fly up and down I do not know when, the lawn came up a group of naughty children, some of them screamed, laughed, ran, played the game of the eagle to catch the chickens; some pick up the small stones by the river and play the water drift. Some of them were playing the game of eagle catching chickens; some of them were picking up small stones by the river and playing water rafting. A few small dogs also came to join in the fun, jumping around on the lawn, chasing and playing, sometimes "woof" bark a few times, as if to say: "I want to play, I want to play!"
I lie on the grass, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, enjoying the breeze, listening to laughter, feel the beauty of nature
Countryside path 10The second day of the first month, Dad and I went to the countryside of Ninghai grandmother's home to pay tribute to the New Year. Grandma's house has a very quiet and lovely path. As soon as we arrived at Grandma's house, I ran there as fast as I could.
On one side of the path, there was a crystal clear stream. As soon as I walked in, I heard the creek's "clattering" sound, as if it was warmly welcoming us. I ran to the brook, stretched out my hand and put it into the clear water, the water flowed through my fingers, slippery, cool. I saw several tadpoles swimming around and was so excited that I wanted to catch one. I did catch one, but as it struggled between my fingers, I let it go. The other side of the path was full of sturdy sequoias, like strong soldiers defending this magical path. I went up and touched their bark, cool and very comfortable.
While walking slowly, I enjoyed myself. Suddenly, I smelled a strong floral scent, and after sniffing hard with my nose, I guessed that it was the scent of plum blossoms. Running to the end of the path, I really found a plum blossom tree, the plum blossoms on the tree almost all bloomed. The blossoms opened warmly in the sunlight, attracting a swarm of bees to "buzz" next to it, exchanging pleasantries and seemingly praising the plum tree. I carefully pulled down a branch, there are many plum blossoms on the branch, I found the most colorful plum flower. I found a bud behind the most colorful plum blossom, which modestly hid behind it, not as delicate as other plum blossoms. But I'm sure in a few days it will bloom as brightly as the others.
I walked slowly on my way home to enjoy a little more of this quiet time.
"Walking on the country road, the old ox returning at twilight is my companion ......" Humming a little song, the rape flowers on the side of the road smiled faintly at me, how beautiful everything is in the countryside!
Walking on the path, there is a clear stream on the left, a few small fish popping out of the water, in the sunlight looks extraordinarily transparent. On both sides of the creek are planted some balsam camphor trees, the faint fragrance, often hooked people's feet. On the right, a weed in the sweet potato field hangs its head down, perhaps the sun is too strong! Continue to walk, rows of willow trees open arms, the wind, blowing like silk willow leaves, willow branches fluttering with the wind, branches followed by swaying, that dance you can carefully appreciate. On the opposite side of the willow forest, there are a few farmers in the fertilizer, watering flowers, look, the flowers are smiling and can not close their mouths. Farmers although lined with black skin, but his white teeth exposed, so that everyone is also beautiful. Then go, both sides of the pond sparkling, take a closer look, the water tadpoles flexible swim around, some only black dots so small, the naked eye can not see; some have grown up, the body round, slippery, vibrant; there are some belly is big, like a pregnant woman to give birth to a small baby, these tadpoles are my playmates it! Walking further, a piece of soil that had been dried out by the sun appeared in front of us. Originally, it was a piece of green grass, so beautiful that people could not open their eyes, and many small insects lived and worked here. But, since last year, a little bit of it has been dug up by the excavator every day, leaving the little animals here without a home. Walk to the end, a lake is shown in front of the eyes, the water is clear as if a mirror, as if a round of bright moon, as if a child's big watery eyes.
The countryside is my home, I want to love my home, but also to guard that naivety in the countryside on the road ......
The countryside of the road 12The sun is setting, my mother and I wandered in the old family fields on the road. On both sides of the road, canola flowers have produced heavy seeds, green vegetables are scrambling to grow young leaves. From a distance, the path actually disappeared into a small forest, I do not know where it will meander to ...... look, look, full of memories swarmed out.
The small ditch on the right, sprinkled with the laughter of my childhood silver bells. As soon as the summer, I will take a small net pocket with my grandfather to come here to catch fish, the bottom of the ditch is deposited with thick silt, the water surface is still floating green duckweed, that a silver needle like small fish quickly and happily shuttle. "One, two, three ......" not waiting for me to count to understand, grandpa has long been copied net "brush brush" a few times, a few small fish fell into my small bucket, ""! There are fish! There are fish!" I cheered and ran to tell the others.
The vegetable shed on the left has left a sweet taste of my childhood. When I was a kid, as soon as I saw my grandpa carrying a stretcher, I immediately followed him up and called out sweetly, "Hello, grandpa!" Then I followed him into the vegetable shed. Once I entered the shed, I was like Liu Lou Lou entering the Grand View Garden - my eyes were dazzled. "Silly girl, what are you looking at?" Big Grandpa saw me in this way, always tease me for a while, and then taught me to water the newly planted seeds and loosen the soil for the fat huckleberries....... Looking at those delicious vegetables, my mouth will always slide past the edge of my mouth. Whenever this happens, big grandpa will pick a red and big tomato, lovingly gazing at the wolf swallowed me, the smile has been swinging to the bottom of the heart ......
That corner of the bifurcation, but also imprinted with the hidden pain of my childhood. Summer evenings, I always love to ride a pink bicycle speeding down the road, but a corner, will suddenly feel the whole world is askew, and then fell hard on the ground. I had to touch the knee burst of stinging pain, with a body full of dirty mud, gray escape home ......
Now, walking on the familiar path, smell the fragrance of the soil, looking at the green fields on both sides, I look for, looking for the happy memories of childhood ... ...
Country Path 13"Walking on the country path, the old ox returning at dusk is my companion ......" Whenever I sing this ditty, I can't help but think of my hometown, the serene and peaceful fairyland The most beautiful country road in the -. Whenever someone walks on this narrow but moody road, they can't help but marvel twice.
Spring Trail - everything revives and flowers bloom. A cycle has begun again. Look, the golden rapeseed flowers all over the place sway with their long-lost bee friends, and the birds flying back from the south seem to accompany them and cheer for them. By the side of the road, already colorful, butterflies and bees are dancing. Shepherd boys driving sheep add to the path.
Summer Trail -, green trees and cicadas. It is a happy time for children. Look, the children on summer vacation are playing under the trees on both sides of the trail and eating fruits and melons. The cicadas can't help but join in their activities, partying and screaming with them. It seems like a kingdom of children, a paradise for children.
Autumn Trail - Autumn is pleasant and fruitful. Birds fly to the warm south again. Look, the chrysanthemums on the roadside bloom with the most beautiful smile, like a kind mother! Wheat is ripening, fruit is ripening, apples, pears, oranges, persimmons . You can only see baskets of heavy fruit, bundles of wheat scattered like stars, very spectacular.
Winter trails - snowflakes flying, silver. How mysterious are the footprints on the ground. Look, every big tree on both sides of the white road is draped in silver, like a work of art carved out of ice, or perhaps a sweater knitted for them by Mother Earth ...... Snowflakes fluttering in the sky with snow-white paths -, is so beautiful and poetic!
I love the paths in my hometown. It can show unique beauty and make people memorable at any time.
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"Jingling bells" behind us came a crisp sound of bells, it was the uncle who rushed to work in the town, was speeding through the fields. When we came to the village, it was just dawn, the sun had not yet stretched out his arms. However, the uncles and uncles in the village had gone out early. Some rode their bikes and rushed to the town to work, some put on their boots and went down to work, and some carried their hoes to the mountains!
The village river, near the entrance to the village, the morning of the river is extremely quiet, quiet as if a huge mirror, reflecting the sapphire sky. Walking on the bridge, in the middle of it, you will feel like "up in the sky", not only can clouds and fog, but also free to play in the air.
"Kirikou" a sound of birds pulled me out of this dream, "hu" a wind gently blowing, the leaves on the riverside trees blew to the river, making the waves a road spread out, sparkling, beautiful!
Looking from the river, not far away is a large canola flower, reflected in the eyes is a golden sea. Rapeseed flowers, one by one, head down, like a shy girl, is secretly waving to me! Next to the canola flowers live in the rice brother, they are a straight straight, like a soldier in uniform to protect the delicate and shy canola flowers girl.
Surrounded by such beautiful scenery, you can't feel the passage of time.
In the evening, the countryside is surrounded by smoke, and the fire crackles under the stove, as if firecrackers are being set off. The smell of the cooking is so strong that I can't help but eat it all!
The setting sun is receding little by little, the Sun Gong with his regret fell, while the moon sister proudly stood on the high platform.
Ah, this dreamy countryside always leaves a deep impression that one cannot forget!
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Spring has come, and the countryside fields have become colorful.
Along the country lane, to the field, in nature, my depressed mood became happy, all the unpleasant things are floating to the clouds.
Across the dandelion bushes, I came to the wheat field, the wheat field is a lush green, the upright wheat seedlings scramble to open up. A few farmers are in the ground to clean up the weeds, the white brim of the hat overflowing with a face of joy, the growth of the crop let them close their mouths.
The left side of the wheat field, a curved river came into view, the water in the river is crystal clear, the water grass floating in the bottom of the water, small fish and shrimp also swim around, I stopped to watch. Suddenly a bird song broke this silence, with the sound of approaching, a colorful pheasant from the bushes flew out, the red crown of the domineering mighty, colorful feathers showed more of its unbeatable.
A burst of aroma, the village side of the osmanthus garden in the osmanthus bloomed, osmanthus are open and small and tender flowers, turquoise osmanthus leaves silent hold flowers, more set off the osmanthus of the simple and elegant. Next to the hundred gardens, blooming red, yellow, purple, well-known, unknown small flowers of various colors. Next to the grass blooming a rhododendron, really a little red among the green bushes.
Through the hundred gardens, I came to the sports field, where there are all kinds of sports equipment, and at night is also a good place for people to dance in the square. With the arrival of spring, people have also ignited a new hope.
Walking in the countryside, the warm wind, the soil is fresh, my mood is soothing.