2. Poems about the serenity and harmony of the countryside
Poems about the serenity and harmony of summer nights 1. Sentences describing the summer nights are very quiet
The bright moon is a magpie in a different branch, and the breeze is a cicada in the middle of the night. In July, the transparent blue sky is hung with a fireball sun, and the clouds seem to be burnt by the sun, and they also disappeared without a trace.
Spring with the fall of flowers gone, summer cloaked in green leaves in the warm wind bouncing to come. Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers, by a round of hot sun hanging high in the sky, the air is full of sweet intoxication.
There was not a cloud in the air, not a breath of wind, a hot sun overhead, and all the trees stood listlessly and lazily. In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile blue sky, the hot sun scorched the earth, the water in the river was hot, and the soil in the ground smoked.
The sun is like a big, big fireball, the light is burning, the highway is the hot sun baked hot, foot step down a string of white smoke. Willow leaves rolled, small flowers and grasses with their heads down, the earth is hot, the lake is hot, dragonflies flying low in the lake surface spinning, which is it to the fish report: good news - it is going to rain!
The evening breeze of early summer, with the fragrance of jujube and moonflower, drifted into this simple and cozy living room.
One night in summer, the stars were twinkling in the sky, a cool breeze dispersed the heat of the day, and the earth was silent. It was a long drought summer, the hot sun baked the old loach in the field are turning white, the village side of the creek, the creek water a few inches lower, those exposed to the water surface of the stone, steeply become larger.
Early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, green leaves lined with red flowers, beautiful. From a distance, it looks like a roaring fire, and like the red evening sun rising at dusk.
Ah, I love the starry sky of the summer night, because it is so colorful, so beautiful and touching, so rich in mystery ! Praise for summer can not be denied, the spring of thousands of red, autumn, golden, winter, silver, did make people fall. However, summer also has its own verdant dress.
Which corner of the summer is not full of green to symbolize life? When you climb to the top of the mountain, looking around the turquoise wilderness, the dark green mountains, like the ocean on the huge waves, wave after wave, winding connection, has been to the distant places, with the gray-blue sky connected to a piece of the whole earth into a huge carpet stretching around, lush, full of vitality. The summer sun is like a big fireball hanging in the sky.
Our eyes can not open. On the road, the asphalt has been softened by the sun.
A wave of heat came over us and made us breathless. On the trees on both sides of the road, the robins are screaming endlessly, as if saying, "It's hot, it's hot, it's hot".
The flowers lowered their heads, the grass bent down, all seem to be listless. The children? One by one, they are hiding in the swimming pool.
Look at the children in the pool one by one, densely packed, only showing a small head. Hot summer kind of people can not avoid the heat, really make people headache, whether you walk in the hot sun under the road, or has entered the trees, the shadow of the house; whether in the morning or in the evening, the heat of the summer is always accompanied by you, entangled in you, really upset people.
The summer night of the square night, the weather finally cooled down, people coincide to the square for a walk, that's a lot of people, men and women, young and old endless, a moment of the square of colorful lights, the square illuminated brightly. A gust of wind blowing, so cool ah! Everyone in the square to talk about the world, the old people sitting under the tree leisurely fan fan, some in the song, some in the side of the walk and chat, and some in the dance, everyone in the square to play really happy.
Summer Rain On a summer afternoon, I sat in front of the window to do my homework, looked up and saw the dark clouds, the sky gray. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and at once, the sand flew away and the branches of the trees swung about.
In a short while, it started to rain. The rain started like a string of pearls, and in a flash, it turned into a downpour, and in a short time the sky hung up an endless curtain of rain.
The streets, roofs and corridors became a world of rain. Rain on the window, not "clatter" sound, but "pop" sound; fell on the body, feel like a piece of rubber on the body, painful and itchy.
The summer night sun is no longer so fierce, it converged on the capricious, so the moon gradually appeared in the sky. The yellowish full moon appeared and disappeared, it was so small and pale, almost like a piece of pie that was about to fall.
The sun packs up its afterglow and slowly disappears under the trees in the distance, the clouds in the sky are dyed a reddish-orange, so blinding, but also with the sun's descent slowly becomes lighter, lighter, until it disappears completely. The summer thunderstorm day gradually turned gray, gray clouds blocked the sky and drove the sun home, the sky became dead all of a sudden.
In a short while, the wind whistled in the face, the wind shook the branches of the trees, a moment like the athletes on the field to cheer the people in the shouting, and a moment like the sea waves in the tossing and turning. After a while, showers of rain "clatter" from the sky down, as big as beans scattered on the ground.
After a while, the rain fell more heavily, the thunder and lightning uncle also came to join the fun. The thunder and lightning, really summer thunderstorm.
In the distance, rolling dull thunder, as if from a distant battlefield came the sound of artillery. And the lightning, one after the other, flew across the sky like a red-tipped serpent with fire in its body, illuminating the dark sky.
The song of the summer night just out of the building, a cool breeze brushing everyone's face, in the haze vaguely heard the pond on the willow tree, the robin in the voice of the "summer". In the water on the water lily leaves, frogs in a burst of singing "songs".
Are they making a fearless fight for the selection of the "King of Song"? The bright moonlight is sprinkled all over the earth, shining brightly on everyone's heart. After the thunderstorm in June and July, the sky, like a doll's face, said change, just now or sunny skies, a moment will be dark clouds, thunder, followed by a downpour.
Although it is raining, but the misty rain to the mountains added a lot of charming colors. The rain washed away the days of summer, brought freshness to the fields, brought a new green.
Mist and rain covered the mountains, milky white cloud veil around the mountainside fluttering, like a fairy dancing ...... good a drenching ink landscape painting ah! Walking here, quite a "people in the painting" feeling. Early summer roadside shade of the diamond poplar, the fields on the sprawling grapevines ...... early summer, all colors of wildflowers are blooming: red.
2. Poems describing the serenity of sleeping at night
Spring sleep in the left province Du Fu flowers hidden tucked away in the twilight, chirping perched birds over the star in the ten thousand households moving the moon in the sky more than do not sleep to listen to the golden key because of the wind think of jade bumps in the Ming Dynasty, there is a sealing matter number of questions about how to sleep at night in the Longxing Temple Qi Bu Qian Xiangsha night forgetting to return to the Pine Qing ancient hall title light Ming Fangzhanzhang room beads tied bishops clothes white sun passes the heart pure green lotus metaphor for the method of micro smallpox smallpox fall not exhaustive everywhere birds flying sleep in the cloud door Temple Pavilion Sun Ti Xiangge. The East Mountain The fireworks and the fireworks are outside the elephant, and the lamps are hanging in the evening of the thousand roaches, and the curtains are rolled up in the autumn of the five lakes, and the painted walls are filled with geese and geese, and the screened windows are filled with bulls, and it is even more doubtful that the heavenly road is close to the sky, and it is a dream that travels with the white clouds.
The heart of the forest and the spring. The small wooden door is painted to the east of the ancient city.
The wind and waves are separated by several layers. The cloud of Huashan is less than a balcony dream.
[Wang Gai] The stream is not connected to the Taoyuan Cave. The city of Luoyang is less than Wuyi Peak.
The old gentleman sleeps thick.
3. Sentences describing "the beauty of a quiet summer night"
1. The street is like a flat river, meandering in the shadow of the dense trees, only those leaves rustling due to the wind and rain, seem to recall the daytime hustle and bustle.
2, summer night, always so charming, it was a Friday. Friday night, I was on the rooftop, looking up at the sky, counting stars, counting dreams, but, over there in the far corner, the star is so dark, so small, it seems to be my incarnation. If I flashed once, others snatched it from me, framed me, and made me darker and darker. How I expected a meteor shower to come, so that the light of the meteor shower, would shower down on me. I look up at the darkness of the stars while I look up at the light of the moon, and gradually, I close my drowsy eyes and recede and disappear in the sky. But before I recede, I will say to my self, "We all have 'three suns'."
3. The streetlights are on, and the crystalline snowflakes are flickering in the light, like a swarm of tiny white moths.
4, dusk, the setting sun has its last afterglow, creating an eternal beauty, to stay in the memory of people returning from a long distance, constituting an everlasting memory of beauty.
5. At the end of the night, everything on the earth went to sleep.
6. The sky is like a washed blue-black cloth, and the stars seem to be scattered on this piece of coarse cloth glittering broken gold.
7, you are able to sit alone on the playground, listening to the sound of the basketball touchdown, looking at the starry night sky, quietly dazed, imagining the stars in the sky into the constellation of self; leaning against the lemon tree, smelling the side of the quietly open blue flowers emitting fragrance; facing the wind, breathing the fresh air has never been; looking at the kittens playing in the bushes. Go dreaming and discover those little-known secrets.
8, an occasional fish leap, breaking through the silence of the river night, after which it fell into the boundless silence.
9, twilight like a big gray net, quietly spread down, covering the whole earth.
10, dusk, the setting sun has its last afterglow, creating an eternal beauty, left in the memory of people returning from a long distance, constituting an eternal beauty of memories.
11, the moonlight shines on the sparkling sea, the sea is reflected in the reflection of the stone. The stars are winking their happy eyes.
12. Moonlight shines on the shimmering sea, which reflects the reflection of the stones. The stars are winking their happy eyes.
13, the moon at night is wearing a veil of beauty, bright-eyed, bright and light, standing on the path, as if the body is covered with a layer of silver veil. Black sky, deep and frightening, is it really more beautiful than the legendary Chang'e? I don't know, but the shooting star that fell before knows.
14, is about to go down to the moon is still in the dark forest edge of the desperate wandering, the river from time to time upward flooded with silver light, there is no hint of wind, however, the tops of the trees swing slightly, the trees along the boulevard and the indistinct ghost statues in the middle of the long elusive shadows cast, the fountain spit, the rustle is very wonderful through the vast silence of the night.
15, twilight like a big gray net, quietly spread down, covered the whole earth.
4. Poems describing the tranquility of sleeping at night
In the spring, I slept in the left province of Du Fu
The flowers were hidden in the twilight of the wall of the house, and the chirping birds were passing by, and the stars were moving in the ten thousand households, and the moon was moving in the nine skies
I did not go to bed to listen to the golden key, and because of the wind I thought of the jade bumps and the sealed affairs of tomorrow, and I asked how it would be like at night
I stayed at the temple of Dragon Hing, which I had not seen in the past, but I did not know what to do at night
I forgot to come back to the temple at night, and I forgot to return to it, and I forgot to come home at night.
The day has spread the purity of the heart, and the blue lotus is a metaphor for the Dharma. The smallpox is endless, and the birds fly everywhere
Staying at the Pavilion of Yunmen Temple Sun Ti
The Pavilion of the Scented Pavilion under the Eastern Mountain, the fireworks, the fireworks, the fireworks, the fireworks, the fireworks, the fireworks, the lamps, the evening of the thousands of roaches, the mantle of the scrolling mantle, and the autumn of the five lakes
The painting wall is still occupied by wild geese and geese, the gauze window is occupied by a cow, and the path of the sky is even closer to the sky, so that I dream of swimming in the white clouds. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next stage. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the work. The cloud of Huashan is less than the dream of the balcony. [The water is not connected to the Taoyuan Cave. The city of Luoyang is less than Wuyi Peak. Old Mr. sleep thick.
5. Poetry about a beautiful summer night
The mountain light is suddenly falling in the west, the pool moon is gradually rising in the east. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
The beautiful scenery of the spring, the clear shade of the summer. --The summer is over, and the shade is clear at the beginning of the summer.
The summer is over, and the coolness returns to the tall trees.
The remaining clouds collect the summer heat, and the new rain brings the autumn mist. --- Tang Cen Sen "Water Pavilion sends Huayin Wang Shaofu back to the county"
Jiangnan Meng summer, bamboo shoots like weaving. The mirage is a pavilion, and the sound of frogs is a stringed instrument. --- Tang Jia trap "Meng summer"
Summer half of the cloudy air began, pattering cloud scenery in the fall. --- Tang Han Yu "Sending Liu Shishu"
The green shade of the day is quiet, and the lone flower shows the rest of spring. --Tang Wei-Ying-wu, "Touring Kaiyuan Jing She"
The rocky skyscraper is like rain in the sunny days, and the forest roses are like cold in the summer.
Tang Fang Gan's "Above the Temple of Retribution"
Verses about the tranquility of the countryside 1. What are the verses describing the tranquility of the countryside and the simplicity of the farm life?
1, the poem: "Don't laugh at the farmer's house, the wine is muddy, and the guests have enough chickens and dolphins in the year of abundance".
From: Song Dynasty - Lu You "Touring Shanxi Village"
Comment: Do not laugh at the farmer's wine brewed in the month of wax is turbid and not mellow, the harvest year of the farmer's hospitality is very rich dishes.
2, the poem: green all over the mountains, white all over the river, Zi Gui sound rain like smoke.
From: Song Dynasty - Weng Volume "April in the Countryside"
Comment: The grass is lush among the hillside fields, and the color of the water in the rice paddies mirrors the light of the sky. The sky is covered with smoke and rain, the cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving.
3, the poem: the countryside in April, less idle people, before the silkworms and plug the field.
From: Song Dynasty - Weng volume "April in the countryside"
Comment: April is here, no one is idle, just finished the silkworms and rice planting.
4, the poem: rustling scarf falling jujube flower, the village north and south of the village sound reel carts, cow clothes ancient willow sell cucumbers.
From: Song Dynasty - Su Shi "Raccoon Sand - Rustling Clothes Towel Drop Jujube Flowers"
Interpretation: Jujube flowers have fallen on the lapel. The sound of carts reeling silk resounded from the south and north of the village, and a farmer in a cow's coat was hawking cucumbers under the ancient willow tree.
5, the poem: water around the bei field bamboo around the hedge, elm money fell out of the hibiscus flowers rare.
From: Song Dynasty - Zhang Shunmin "Village Dwelling"
Interpretation: The flowing water surrounds the paddy field, and the hedge is full of green bamboos; the elm money has fallen out, and the hibiscus flowers have become sparse.
2. Sentences in ancient poems describing the quiet and simple farm life in the countryside
The folk song of the North and South Dynasties The silkworm is born in spring in March, and the spring mulberry is containing green.
The girl picks the spring mulberry, and the song is sung as a spring song.
The song was written in the late Qing Dynasty, and the song was written in the late Qing Dynasty, and the song was written in the late Qing Dynasty.
The mistake of falling into the dust net, a go thirty years.
The first time I saw him was when he was a young man, and he had no idea what he was doing.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the field, and I was in the middle of a field, and I was in the middle of a field. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Elm and willow shade after the star, peaches and plums in front of the hall.
The village of the ambiguous distant people, according to the smoke in the marketplace.
The dog barks in the deep alleys and the chickens crow in the mulberry trees. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Long in the cage, back to nature. The first thing you need to do is to get back to the garden, and then you can go back to nature.
In the morning, I was busy cleaning up the mess, and returned to my hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow, the grass is long, and the evening dew stains my clothes; it is not enough to stain my clothes, but it is enough to make me wish that I would not go against my wishes.
The farmer's house in the mountains, Tang Gu Fong, the sound of the spring on the boardwalk, and the rooster crowing in the afternoon on the thatched roof. The first time I saw this was when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man.
Compassionate Farming Tang Li Shen hoeing day when noon, sweat drops under the soil. The first thing you need to do is to take a look at your favorite dishes, and you'll be able to see what's going on.
Mowed rice aria Tang Du Fu rice was empty clouds and water, Chuanping to the stone door. The cold winds are blowing, and the rising sun is scattering the chickens and dolphins.
The first time I heard of the war, the woodcutter sang a little out of the village. The first thing you need to do is to ask for news, and then you have to be a guest to believe in it.
Ximing Temple Weigong basin pool new rice Tang Tang Yanqian for the laughs of Jiangnan planting rice, dew cicadas chirping after the rain fell. Lotus basin accumulation of moisture divided into small beds, algae wells hanging shade Mew Xiu rare.
The land was born again in the Golden Elephant world, and the roots are still on the water field clothes. The first is to make the world a better place, and the second is to make the world a better place, and the third is to make the world a better place.
The official looked to make up the paddy field water return to Tang Du Fu Dongtun Dajiang north, a hundred hectares of flat as the case. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
The rice planting is suitable for the cloud has been, the lead slip plus irrigation. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was so happy to see it.
The public and private sectors are all over the world, and there is no drought. The main guards asked the courtiers, and they clearly saw the stream companion.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The black rice is made of autumn mushrooms, and the chiseled white charm is passed on to the people. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The first time I saw this was when I was traveling, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of the night, and the third time I saw it. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is going on in the world and what is going on in the world.
Title Farmer's Hut Tang Qiuwei When did the east wind arrive, already green lake on the mountain. The spring on the lake is already early, the day is not idle in the field.
The carcasses of the ditch where the water is flowing, Lei Lei and the flat barren room. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The Farmer's Home, Tang Yan Renyu, called out to his children at midnight to take advantage of the dawn plowing, and the oxen were powerless and gradually walked hard. The people don't know how hard it is to be a farmer, and they say that the grains in the field grow by themselves. The white-haired old farmer is like a crane standing, looking at the clouds from the wheat field.
Farmer's Father Zhang Bi, Tang Zhang Bi, the hoeing and the plowing of the stars, the Longmu abundance of the family's joy. I'm not sure where to leave my wife.
In the early fall, I stayed in a fieldhouse, Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty. The grass in the stream was sparse and the fireflies were bright, and the moon in the mountains was long and the maples were bright. In the south village, the calf's voice is heard in the night, and there is new frost on the railings.
The Pope's Leaves Have Been Growing for Days, and the Apricot Blossoms Have Been Nourished for Days. The old farmer should look at this, you do not go against the weather.
In the morning, I got up to eat the oxen, and plowed the field in the east. The earthworms come out of the soil, and the crows fly with me.
The herd pecked at each other and wailed as if they were hungry. I am very sympathetic, and I am saddened by this.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the money to pay for it, but I'm sure I'll be able to get the money to pay for it. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the stuff that's in the house.
The story of a family in the field, Tang Duguangxi (唐储光羲) The mulberry and cudgel are dipping into the embankment, and there is no need to plow in the evening wind and sunny scenery. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid.
The apricot color is full of forests and sheep cheese is ripe, and the wheat is cool and the pheasant media is low. The world's most important thing is to have a good time, and to have a good life.
The field of Cui Daorong of the Tang Dynasty is white with rain, and the straw raincoat is plowed in the middle of the night. The man and the ox are all exhausted, but the east is not yet bright.
The Song of Plugging in the Field Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The flowers and grasses of Gantou are all together, and the swallows are flying east and west. The carcasses of the fields are like lines, and the light of the white water is different.
The farmer's wife has a ramie skirt and the farmer's father has a green straw raincoat. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of British Columbia.
But I can hear the sound of complaints, and I don't recognize the slang. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
The level of the seedling is indifferent, and the smoke and fire are born in the marketplace. The yellow dog is a dog that goes back and forth, and the red chicken is a chicken that crows and pecks.
Who is the man by the side of the road with the long sleeves and the black hat? He said that he was a young man who had left the emperor's hometown.
The man in the field said, "I'm sure you know your way around. The first time I came to Chang'an Road, my eyes were wide open.
The official laughed and said, "Chang'an is really a big place.
The first thing you need to know is how to get into the city.
Yesterday, the guards were given only bamboo cloth.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in the world, and I've never seen a movie in the world.
Watching the villagers shepherd the fields, Tang Qianqi, the six governments are not yet full, and the three peasants are scrambling for work. The poor people lack wells and taxes, and the land is all reclaimed and excavated.
The millet has entered the cold clouds, and half of the mountain is lost. In the fall, there is rain, and in the frost, there is harvest.
The middle field is full of people, and the villages are empty. I'm ashamed to say that I don't plow, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make the same salary.
It is not enough to follow Zhou Ren's words, and I dare to fulfill Xie Sheng's promise.
The desert rice flowers provide food for the travelers, and the green lotus leaves make clothes for the scholars. The mountain monks visit each other in the middle of the day, and the fishermen go with them to swim or return at night.
The first thing you need to do is to learn how to get married, and then you can forget all about the moon and the smoke. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The sun is hidden outside the mulberry and cudgel, and the river is bright between the wells. The shepherd's children are looking at the village, and the hounds are following the people back.
What's the matter with the quiet ones, the thorny door is closed by day. The old house is on the East Coast, overlooking the deserted village.
The woodcutter's path is in front of the ridge, and the field house is far away from the door. The first time I saw it, I was so happy, and I felt so comfortable.
After the clearing of the fog, the new fall is still day and night. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
I'm not tired of harvesting, and I'm in the midst of a busy season. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and then you'll be able to see what's going on.
I know my heart is in the right place.
3. What are the ancient poems that reflect "the tranquility and beauty of the countryside, and the ease of life"
"Passing by the Old Man's Village"
Era: Tang Dynasty, Author: Meng Haoran
The old man had chickens and millet, and he invited me to his house in the field.
The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanting outside.
The old man invited me to his home, where he had chicken and millet, and the green hills were sloping away.
When it comes to the Day of the Chrysanthemum, I will come back to the chrysanthemum.
2. April in the Countryside
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Weng Roll
The green mountains are full of white rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zi Gui.
In April in the countryside, there are fewer idle people.
3. "Miscellany in the Field at Four Times"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fan Chengda
Cultivating the fields for day and night, and performing hemp at night,
The children of the villages are in charge of their own families.
The children and grandchildren have not yet begun to plow and weave,
but they also learn to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
4. "Weichuan Tianjia"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei
The slanting light shines in the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The crowing of pheasant and wheat seedlings, the silkworms sleep in the mulberry dao leaves.
The man in the field is standing with his hoe, and he is talking to me.
This is the first time I've ever envied the idleness of the world, and I've been disappointed to hear that it's not going to happen.
5. The Song of the Wild Old Man
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji
The old farmer lives in the mountains in poverty, and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedling tax is too much to be eaten, and it is imported into the official warehouse to be turned into soil.
At the end of the year, when the plow is in the empty room, he calls his son to climb up the mountain to collect the acorns.
The West River is a place where people have hundreds of dollars in beads, and the dogs in the boat are always eating meat.
4. Sentences about the village quiet
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Looking around, in the sky washed clean by the rain, there are a few white clouds, a large rape flowers in the distance, happy to absorb the gifts given by the earth - rain. There are birds in the trees on this side, cows in the field in front of them, graziers next to the cows, and farm huts in the land on the left, and all these scenes together seem like a huge rural painting.
The countryside where I live has clear ponds, towering upright mountains, lush grassy woods, and hardworking, simple people.
In the summer, I came to the fields, which are full of green shade!
There are also flat rice fields in the countryside, and old yellow cows work in the fields. This yellow cow is not as beautiful as the black and white flower cow in the Dutch pasture, but it is very hardworking, just like the people in the hometown.
If you come out for a walk when the sun is about to set, you will be able to see people in the countryside eating dinner: some people sit on the stone benches in the yard to eat, and some people will set the table and chairs and rice to their own yard to eat, and eat happily. The red clouds in the sky, the breeze in the evening, the birds nesting in the sky and the people in the countryside together into a natural, harmonious and beautiful rural landscape painting .