Hello The fields in my hometown are beautiful fields, golden fields and lively fields.
The fields in the spring are full of farmers sowing seeds and turning over the fields in hoeing. A gust of spring wind accompanied by the fragrance of the soil came to the nose, the field of wildflowers, a cluster, a cluster, like the festival of flowers, colorful, colorful.
It really looks like a sea of flowers from afar.
In the summer fields, the seeds planted by the farmers have turned into big seedlings, green and lush, after being fed by the spring wind and rain. The maple trees look like they have changed into new green clothes, and many wildflowers gently sway in the breeze, just like dancing.
The fields in the fall are also the fields of harvest. Rice, peaches, apples and pears are ripe, and the farmers are happy to come to the fields to harvest.
The maple trees changed into their new reddish colors again. Flocks of geese are beginning to fly south in formation.
Winter fields, after a heavy snowfall, the fields are white, like a bed of silver quilt, children come to the fields pile snowman, snowball fights. A few weeds quietly drilled out of the ground, poking their heads out and looking.
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2. Description of the fieldsAutumn fields
What a fascinating view of the fields in October, like a beautiful painting.
Early in the morning, a white, gauzy mist covered the fields, as if giving the rice the last nourishment. The sun came out, in front of a golden, full of rice ears low head, the stalks are bent. Dew hanging on the rice grains, in the sunlight, glittering, emitting dazzling light, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, the rice moved with the wind, emitting "autumn fields". October's field scenery is so charming, like a beautiful painting,
Early in the morning, a white mist, like a gauze of fog shrouded the field, as if in the last nourishment to the rice. The sun came out, in front of a golden yellow, full of rice ears low head, the stalks are bent. Dew hanging on the rice grains, in the sunlight, glittering, emitting dazzling light, like countless pearls. When the wind blows, the rice moves with the wind and makes a " lively sound.
After lunch, as if commanded by someone silently, old men, young men, children... all in unison, with their hands on their hands. All of them, with silver sickles in their hands, walked out of their homes and hurried to the fields to start harvesting. Sweat flows on their faces, wet clothes, they do not care to wipe a little." This sound is how beautiful, how cheerful ah! You see, the soybean in the pods out of the round little head, looking out, as if also in the appreciation of this harvest scene.
Overnight, the standing rice are sleeping on the ground, like a flat carpet. The field became very wide. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Yikes! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, like a green grass. Wheat leaves and thin and long, and soft and tender, they sucked the crystal dew, scrambling to be the first to grow, as if in the highest than who grows, grow the fastest.
In front of a recess, I went up to see, there are full of vegetables: red pepper, green cabbage, clusters of grass head ...... I pulled up a green cabbage, his roots like a grandfather's beard, the leaves and stalks like a piece of ping-pong board.
What a charming fall field!
3. Writing scenery to set character activity description essay 600 wordsFiltering the world with both eyes, there are gains and losses, unfortunately more losses than gains. Because when I captured some of the beauty of the figure, I found that I did not salvage the beauty of the most charming heart. Disappointment, sad heart can not help but sing a song branded with sadness, but I hope the sadness to sing also beautiful.
A don't mind the beauty of the people, children's era of a piece of past events, with the passage of time, in my mind gradually fade away. But there is only one thing like carved in my heart, how can not forget, whenever I think back to it, or vividly, as if it just happened soon.
It was an afternoon in the middle of June when I was in third grade. After school, I just want to go home, but the sky in June like a child's face will change, just now or clear sky. At that moment, it was covered with a layer of shadow. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning broke through the sky, issued a thunderbolt, and then one after another resounded across the land, followed by heavy rain pouring down like a bucket of water. Looking at the pouring rain outside, I was worried! I thought to myself: 'Dad and mom have gone out and haven't come back yet, even my sister has gone out with them, now, who can give me an umbrella? The saying, 'If I had known it would be like this, why would I have started in the first place' is true at all. Alas! I should have brought an umbrella with me when I went out!"
Seeing my classmates being picked up one by one, my heart is more like oil on fire, more restless. At this time, the personality of the impatient I finally can not stay, no matter what the rain curtains, a hard to run to the road home. Suddenly, I slipped and fell to the ground, my leg scraped on the ground, seeing myself in such a sorry state could not help but cry, "Little brother, why are you crying!" A sentence came from behind, I turned around and looked, it turned out to be a stout in the brother with an umbrella behind me.
The in brother came forward and asked, "Little brother, you do not have an umbrella?" I nodded, big brother smiled, stretched out a hand and said, "I send you home!" I was still young and ignorant, only knowing what my mom said - beware of bad people, don't just let anyone take you home, so I didn't reach out. That big brother, however, read my mind and said with a smile, "Little brother, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." After saying that, he reached out his hand again, and I preferably took his hand and stood up. At this time, my leg was bleeding. That big brother saw it and hurriedly said, "You are hurt, you have to bandage it quickly, I will carry you home! You tell me where your home is." "In so-and-so road 17," I whispered.
The big brother carried me on the road, under the umbrella, my body is very cold, but the heart is warm. Back home, that big brother took some paper, wipe my wound clean, and then find some medicine on the wound, then he walked out of the door, the figure gradually disappeared in the rain curtain ......
This incident although the past a long time, but I will never forget it, it is like a seal as printed in my heart, I will always remember! That lanky figure with the umbrella.
4. Essay on the Gleaner in the FieldEssay on the Gleaner in the Field
In the field stood a scarecrow.
This scarecrow was so ugly that he did not have a single friend to play with him on weekdays. He realized this and often complained in his mind, wondering if he could make himself pretty.
One day, he heard that there were many pretty things in the city. So he left the paddy field on a moonlit night. When he came to the city it was already sunny, and he saw a wide range of things in the stores, which attracted him y, and thought: how nice it would be if he had some pretty clothes! He came to a small store,
made a pair of small and exquisite shoes, and went to buy an ancient colorful clothes, felt that there is still a little something missing on his head. As he was looking around, he saw that there were some very fashionable hats in a store not far away, so he bought another hat and put it on. Scarecrow dressed after
happy, jumping back to the rice paddies, lying
on the ground humming a little song, unknowingly went to sleep.
The next morning
The scarecrow was woken up by a group of guests. Sparrow and Mouse ...... all came. They were very envious of the Scarecrow's new clothes, and either cast envious glances at him or praised him with nice
words. The scarecrow was so happy that he let them play in his own land, and provided
food when they were hungry and water when they were thirsty. They are not happy and refused to leave the time, the farmer uncle came, saw the field of crops one by one fell to the ground, just left the bare pole standing, angry look at the scarecrow, a
side to him, while talking to himself: "This scarecrow has been useless, or burn him." Fortunately, the wind girl heard the words of the farmer uncle, she made enough strength to blow the wind, the scarecrow's shoes, clothes, hat all blown off, he
revealed the original form, just now and he expressed friendship with his companions, to see him full of hideous appearance, each scared scared to panic and scattered. The farmers
saw this and left the paddy field. The scarecrow was saved.
From then on, when the scarecrow was idle, he talked with the wind girl
Gradually, he also learned: people can not just have a beautiful appearance, the important thing is to be a useful person to others.
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The scenery and situation in the field during the daytime, there are poets to write it into wonderful poems
and there are painters to draw it into vivid paintings. At night, the poet is a little drunk with wine; the painter, holding a delicate instrument, is singing low: neither has the time to come to the field. Who else, then, tells the people of the nightly sights and situations in the fields? There is, and
there is the scarecrow.
In Christianity it is said that man was made by the hand of God. Let us not ask whether this is true or not, but let us say that the scarecrow was made by the hands of the farmer. His skeleton is the thin bamboo branches in the bamboo garden, his muscles and skin are the yellow straw of the next year. Broken bamboo baskets and remnants of lotus leaves can be made into his hat; the face under the hat is so flat and plate-like that it is impossible to tell where the nose is and where the eyes are. His hand has no
fingers, but holding a broken fan - in fact, can not be considered to hold, but with a line tied to the fan handle, hanging on the hand. His bones were so long that there was a section under his feet, which the farmer stuck in the dirt in the middle of the field, and he
stood there all day and all night.
The scarecrow was very obliging. If you compare him with the ox, the ox is much lazier than he is, and sometimes lies down on the ground and lifts up his head to look at the sky
If you compare him with the dog, the dog is much more mischievous than he is, and sometimes runs about, and wearies his master with his searching in all directions. He never got tired of lying down and looking at the sky like a cow,
and he never played around like a dog. He watched the fields in peace and quiet, the fan in his hand gently shaking, chasing away the small sparrows that flew in to eat the newly knotted ears of rice. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he wouldn't even sit down to rest, he always stood there straight
Standing straight up.
Of course, only the scarecrow knows the landscape and the situation in the field at night, and he knows the most. He knew how the dew sprinkled on the grass and leaves, and how sweet the dew tasted; he knew how the stars winked, and how the moon
laughed; he knew how the fields were silent at night, and how the plants and trees slept soundly; he knew how the bugs looked for me, and I looked for you, and how the butterflies fell in love: in a word, everything at night was clear to him
5. Describing the activities of the children in the countryside Sentences describing the activities of the fieldThe golden wind blew, and the endless paddy fields were like the waves of the sea, and the heavy ears of grain were like the shy girl who bowed her head coyly.
In the field, a spike of sorghum stands proudly. When the fall wind blows, they are like a victory torch, swaying happily.
The field is green, yet green in different ways: dark green, oily green, tender green, neatly divided into small pieces.
The field is not wild at all: there is the beauty of her charm, like her sprinkled with a bit of glitter; gold bright, without stinting; the softness of the wind, like her ribbons of fluttering rice scent vaguely wafting, pulling away from the straw, as if the fireflies will quietly emerge.
The field is green, yet green in a different way: dark green, oily green, tender green, ... is neatly divided into small pieces.
How like the sea the prairie is! Only more silent than the sea; how like a painting without a frame the grassland is, so vast that it cannot be seen.
Ah! The fields on a summer's night, dripping with gold.
The noise of shouting and frolicking, echoed by the sound of gurgling water, made the summer fields even more lively. He is not very careful, but he can reveal his love for his children between his eyebrows.
He is just an ordinary person.
He is just an ordinary man, however, for me is the most special - Dad.
Since I was a child, I did not respect my father too much and always ignored his importance. Perhaps because my dad's education is not high, so a lot of things have not been discussed with my dad, and never revealed to him the feelings in his heart.
Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my dad. At that time, I always hoped that my father would be able to come with me, regardless of whether my father's work is busy or not, but my father is always so hardworking, but at that time I did not understand the caring look in my father's eyes, and I only felt that all this is a matter of course.
Now that I've grown up, I finally know how busy my father's work is, and I no longer call my father to transport me. When I walk under the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioning in my dad's car.
I realized how happy I was when I was a child, and I realized that I could no longer be willful. When I was a child, when I fell, my father never reached out to help me up, but stood at a distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand, and said loudly to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk to Daddy, you can eat the lollipop!" I don't know whether it was the attraction of the lollipop or the expectant gaze in my dad's eyes that gave me the courage to stand up and the motivation to walk forward. The moment I finally walked to my dad, he excitedly picked me up, and I saw the delighted smile on his face.
I finally realized that it wasn't the lollipop I wanted, but my dad's smile. Whenever my dad came home late from work, in the haze, I felt my dad touching my hair and helping me to cover the quilt.
A warm feeling rose up. It turns out that dad has been protecting me and mom.
Dad is a person who insists on his own hobby and does not give in. He insisted on taking a cold shower every day, and he insisted on going swimming every day.
All year round, no matter how cold the weather was, it was always this way and never changed. I never heard my father cry out "pain" or "tired", he always wore this strong face, all the bad, not good, with a smile.
He once told me: "People, must adhere to their own ideals, no matter how bitter, how tired." Since then, I am no longer afraid of the wind, no longer afraid of the rain, and learned to do everything to the end.
These days, Dad went on a business trip again. In these days, let me learn to miss.
Laughing to the end Hongyan foreign language sixth grade Song Huo I am a girl who loves to laugh, no matter when, I will laugh often open, what bright laugh, happy laugh, inexplicable laugh ...... are with me closely. I for all the ridiculous things, will openly laugh, and this laugh, often will be my side of the classmates together pull down, provoke the teacher's criticism, and then invited everyone to blame me for tempting them to blame.
One time in English class, the teacher taught two words: bus and must, and then let each student to read. My classmate couldn't pronounce them correctly, so I couldn't help but laugh because of the hard tone of voice, which I heard as "dad died" and "mom died".
The whole class, led by me, also laughed. The teacher was unable to stop him from doing so, so he was unable to teach the class, so the whole class was scolded and punished.
Teacher special "care" I went into the office, and I was still immersed in the things just now, God is not clear. Teachers have been there to say, but I still think of "dad died mom also died", the result of "giggle" a laugh, the English teacher almost did not go crazy.
Back in the classroom, everyone blamed me for being the culprit. I'm not the only one who can say that I love to laugh, and I'm not the only one who can say that I love to laugh," he said.
Moreover, I let you laugh? I can't control myself, so why blame me?" This time, the students were dumbfounded, I laughed again, counting for my own words just now to celebrate it. Think carefully, the reason why I am addicted to laughing as life, there are two reasons: one is the genetic inheritance of parents.
Mom and Dad are people who love to laugh, from my memory to now, never seen them frown, unhappy, their faces are always sunny, as if the good things under the sky have let them meet, so will give birth to my authentic heirloom. The second is the warmth and harmony of the family.
My parents never fight, and they care for me a lot. The smiles of the three of them build a happy and warm home, surrounded by laughter at all times, so there is no reason for me not to be happy ah! Where I go, the sound of laughter is like a shadow with where, often before I see my people, first heard me laugh. Do you also like to laugh? Then let us laugh in the end, because: smile, ten years less; mood, worry run.
My teacher He is not tall, slightly fat face has a pair of often squinted kind eyes, a head of short white hair more set off his loyalty. He had a strong right leg, but his left leg, cut off from below the knee, was supported by a round wooden stick that was well oiled.
When and why this leg was cut off, we do not know. I only remember that once, when he came to the legend of Nvwa, he said to us with a smile, "When Nvwa got tired of kneading clay figures with her hands, she dipped a branch into the clay and flung it to the ground, and the clay that was flung to the ground became a human being.
It is only some people who lost their legs and arms due to the force of Nvwa's flinging. That's when I lost a leg when she flung it."
The classroom naturally erupted in laughter, but after the laughter, a sour feeling rose up in every student's heart, while increasing their respect for Mr. Liu. He stood up for hours a day to teach us, relying only on his sturdy right leg and a wooden stick.
Whenever it was time to write the board, he used a wooden stick to support the ground, his right leg off the ground, his body turned sharply, and then turned to the blackboard. When he finished writing the chalk, he turned to the podium again with his cane as the center of the circle.
A teacher over 100 years old, I do not know how many times a day to jump and rotate like this. And every time he makes a turn, he causes an excited heartbeat in his students.
His lessons were excellent. The history of his country made him proud.
Speaking of national heroes through the ages, he.
7. Description of the field essayThe breath of spring
Without realizing it, spring has quietly come to us, with the arrival of spring, everything in the world began to recover.
Sleeping a winter nature - woke up.
Spring, is a pleasant season, from the inside out, the body and mind also stretch, perhaps a long time without breathing the feeling, suffocated for a winter, and finally be able to breathe the air of nature, wrapped in a winter jacket on the body, but also finally can be "molted" to go, all the body light and easy, there is no pressure! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty and get out of the way.
Grass is also slowly drilling out of the earth, the frozen earth, hard soil, by the breath of spring a little bit of softening, the grass is also more powerful, bursting out of the power of the winter, finally broke out of the ground - sprouting.
Look at that far away, a yellow tender horsewhip, from the top hanging down, flicked the earth, like driving thousands of horses, galloping in the sand, a moment, like the spring girl fine and tender long hair, meet the spring wind lightly fluttering.
Walking on the path to the field, look at the far side of the field, a green, a piece of life, wheat has also begun his growth course, the winter snowflakes for it to cover the winter, it insisted on the most difficult time, finally the rain over the rainbow, I believe that soon after, he grew up, long high, grass from a distance is a green, but to the near, but not as luxuriant, which is just like the poem said, "The grass is not as luxuriant, it is not as luxuriant, it is just like the grass, but it is not as luxuriant as the grass. The poem said, "the grass color is distant, but no" it.
The warmth of the spring sun, mildly shining in the fields on the ground, the sun shines on people's bodies, the blood flow faster, the bones have become more robust, all things merge into one, **** with the absorption of the essence of nature.
Rain, in the spring is also the most common, hairy rain, hazy, gentle on the body of the grass, caressing the people's houses, sticking to the wide road, this kind of rain will not wet your clothes, but will make you become more awake.
Spring walks in the field paths, living in people's world, full of the breath of spring everywhere, a year in the spring, to cherish the spring of the year ah. I hope it is useful.
8. Composition on fieldsHello
Autumn fields
What a charming view of the fields in October, like a beautiful painting.
Early in the morning, a white, gauzy mist covered the fields, as if to give the rice the last nourishment. The sun came out, before the eyes of a golden, full of rice ears low head, the stalks are bent. Dew hanging on the rice grains, in the sunlight, glittering, emitting dazzling light, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, the rice moved with the wind, emitting "the fields of autumn ". October's field scenery is so charming, like a beautiful painting,
Early in the morning, a white mist, like a gauze of fog shrouded the field, as if in the last nourishment to the rice. The sun came out, in front of a golden yellow, full of rice ears low head, the stalks are bent. Dew hanging on the rice grains, in the sunlight, glittering, emitting dazzling light, like countless pearls. When the wind blows, the rice moves with the wind and makes a " lively sound.
After lunch, as if commanded by someone silently, old men, young men, children... all of them, in unison, took their hands in the air. All of them, with silver sickles in their hands, walked out of their homes and hurried to the fields to start harvesting. Sweat flows on their faces, wet clothes, they do not care to wipe a little." This sound is how beautiful, how cheerful ah! You see, the soybean in the pods out of the round little head, looking out, as if also in the appreciation of this harvest scene.
Overnight, the standing rice are sleeping on the ground, like a flat carpet. The field became very wide. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Yikes! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, like a green grass. Wheat leaves and thin and long, and soft and tender, they sucked the crystal dew, scrambling to be the first to grow, as if in the highest than who grows, grow the fastest.
In front of a recess, I went up to see, there are full of vegetables: hot red peppers, green cabbage, clusters of grass head ...... I pulled up a green cabbage, his roots like a grandfather's beard, the leaves and stalks like a piece of ping-pong board.
What a charming fall field!
Beautiful fields essay 300 words
Published:2015-03-25
Episode 1
I remember when I was a child, one year in the fall, my mother took me to the outskirts of the countryside, walking in the countryside on the small road, a breeze blew, it was cool. At a glance, a piece of gold showed in front of my eyes, my mom said to me that it was a rice paddy.
I immediately fell in love with this beautiful rice field, as if the golden sea. Looking at the golden rice, as if I saw the farmers uncle smile smile. I also thought of their labor and hard work, there is a pay to reap.
A breeze blew and bent the waist of the rice paddies. Next to the rice paddies there is a crystal clear river, the river is very clear, so clear that you can clearly see the small fish and small stones under the water, the small fish are very colorful, there are red, yellow, grey, silver, black ...... stones in a thousand different shapes and shapes, it is beautiful.
There is also a forest on the other side of the river, the woods are lush, the air there is very fresh, a green shirt around the golden undershirt, how beautiful it is!
This is a beautiful field, this is the field of our village, I love all the scenery of my hometown, especially that beautiful field.
Looking at all this I can't help but think of two wonderful songs - "Beautiful Field" and "Country Roads".
Episode 2
The sky in the fall was blue and clear, like an endless ocean. The geese flew to the south in a neat procession.
The fields were golden, the golden rice was pocketed in the rumble of the harvester, and the straw lay neatly on the ground.
The creek was clear as a transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth. Suddenly, a few leaves floated down from the trees, and the mirror-like water suddenly rippled.
The cotton field is white, as far as the eye can see like a layer of thick white snow. Farmers picking cotton in the cotton field, the face of joy. In the orchard, oranges are yellow, apples are red, like a lantern hanging on the branches. Fruit farmers climbed up and down the tree, busy picking oranges and transporting apples. Orchard cars lah ah, the field in the fall is really beautiful, lively bla sound, the sound of people's laughter into a piece.
9. Write a composition on the scenery of a place; (can not write about people's activities)My hometown is located near the mountains and the water, is a beautiful place.
In the spring, everything revives, the trees draw out new branches, and the grass spits out new shoots, giving the hillside a new green coat. In front of the mountain, pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear flowers ...... dress up the hometown more colorful.
In summer, the trees on the mountain grow more lush, dense layers. The stream under the mountain is clear and cool. So it became a paradise for me and my partners to play in the water. The fruits on the peach trees and pear trees next to us are showing attractive colors.
In the fall, the rice in the field is ripe, and the field becomes a golden sea. The fallen leaves float into the water like a small boat, telling people, "Autumn is coming!"
In winter, snowflakes fly in the air. My hometown becomes a world of silver. The wheat seedlings in the field grow more verdant, as if the big silver plate in the jade.
I love my hometown, and I love the beauty of my hometown all year round!
10. Write the composition of the fieldSpring field
In the spring, the most fascinating field to be counted on the colorful rapeseed flowers.
From a distance, the long and narrow rapeseed field is like the belt of nature; sporadic rapeseed field, a piece of golden, and the green of wheat, intertwined with the beautiful pattern of decorative fields; that whole piece of endless rapeseed field. It is also like a thick layer of yellow velvet on the green carpet. Rapeseed fields next to the river, the river turquoise, vegetable shadow reflection, yellow rate is clear. The wind blew, rape dance, stretching its beautiful posture.
You see the small golden flowers, stretching four tiny petals, long moss neatly arranged around a small colorful butterflies, around the tender moss, around the top of the pale green bead-like stamen fluttering. Countless bees passed in and out of it, calling and calling. A field full of flowers and a field full of butterflies merges into a sea of color. You stand by the golden coast, the fragrance emanating from the rape fields hits your nose, refreshes your lungs and mesmerizes you. In the golden sea, you will certainly hear the fields singing, as if singing a happy song. In this golden sea, you will surely feel relaxed and especially pleased.
This beautiful spring scenery, really strange, really charming, so that we love nature more, really want to go to embrace nature, to enjoy the gift of nature, to enjoy this picturesque view of the hometown fields.