2. Early in the morning, it is always natural to wake up, see the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter, the birds chirping from the chirping and chattering of the enthusiastic and noisy, to the gradual decrease, I think it is the end of the party to catch worms to go. There are occasionally pleasant singers, calling a few times to fly and fly away. Get up and look at the time on the cell phone, not yet six o'clock, the sun has gone up between the trees, the light will be faintly smeared on the east wall, the light cast in the house covered with floating dust, tiny particles in the light happily rising and sinking, such as the morning dance. After cleaning up my mother and pushing her to sit in the sunlight, I began to make breakfast. Life in the countryside is so free of the concept of time that everything can be done without panic.
There is a path between the countryside, on both sides of the path there are flowers fragrant nose, intoxicating fragrance intoxicated by the children running in the spring of March, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside is an extended climb of the story of March, in the countryside of the path through the countless folks, there are naive children holding spring kites walk through the countryside, there are countryside old man holding twilight plowing of the old oxen walk through the path, there are countryside girl flinging the dark and shiny, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside and the countryside. The countryside is full of young people carrying two full buckets of water, and a cheerful song is sung every day on the countryside paths, and the cheerful song sings a beautiful story of spring in March stretching out into the distant fields.
There is a path between the countryside, the path is the story of spring, every day there are countless simple folks passing through the path, the countryside of the path side of a clear stream, in the green grass, "Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong," flowing in the countryside story, the story of the old cow in the fields for the harvest plowing hope, the story of the children returning from school, the story of the children's work, the story of the children's work, the story of the children's work. In the story there are children returning from school with joyful laughter, in the story there is a butterfly in the countryside among the flowers fluttering around the spring song and dance, in the story there is a waterwheel "Zhi Zhi GaGa" rotating sound swaying with the age of the clouds, drifting to the faraway places.
The countryside between the trail, is the most beautiful story in the spring, written in March of the poem Mo with the mood of spring depicted in a piece of God's spring home, the countryside of the trail, there are countless stories of the countryside in the old village singing songs, with the jumping notes of the stream flowing to the far distance, the far side of the field, there are a few huts in the field, the sunset sunset sunset reflected in the hut on the smoke of the dazzling smoke wrapped around the The dream of the countryman floats to the languid white clouds, to the ancient countryside, to the fields of hope, to the mountains and waters of the hometown.
The countryside between the trail, is the extension of the dream, in the countryside between the extension of a sentimental attachment, the countryside of the trail, is the bright moon of the countryside, in the hometown of the mountains acacia in the faraway foreign country of loneliness and loneliness, the countryside of the trail is the color of the flowers, the gorgeous color changes the light of the years, shining in the eye-catching spring of March, a piece of tranquility and quiet beauty depicted a faction of the countryside of a gorgeous and harmonious idyll.
The path between the countryside, is the hometown clouds, in the long blue sky in the silence of the floating, floating a youthful ballad, the countryside love is the orchard fruit, budding in the spring, ripening in the summer, in the fall harvest, in the winter to fly, the countryside of the path, you send a wanderer's dream piggybacked on the guests from afar, the countryside of the path, you write a life between the countryside, in harmony with the Flying in the fields of the cloud of dreams and hopes, the countryside of the trail, a poem of the countryside of the four seasons, in the colorful splash of infinite splendor.
Walking through the countryside between the trail, walking through the spring of March, walking through the March kites, walking through the countryside in March, the countryside of the trail, is the hometown of the attachment, in a long trail, one end of the head of the hometown of the countryside, head of the countryside of the attachment, attachment is also a kind of miss, in the distant hometown of the old dream of missing, dreaming of the return of the hope of the field, dreaming of the flight of the blue sky of the white clouds, dreaming of the dance of the youthful passion, the countryside of the trail is a poem of the ages. The trail is a poem of the vicissitudes of time, between the lines of a piece of the countryside March spring amorous feelings and fondness, in the countryside between the mountains and rivers painted Mo with a countryside idyllic life, silent and leisurely.
The countryside of the trail, is the song of life, in the ancient story, in the years of poetry, in the clear stream, in the diary of life, in the years of composition, there is a countryside scarecrow, in the fields for this beautiful countryside to watch out for a happy future. Those of us who live in the city children, always feel that the city has skyscrapers, wide, clean streets, beautiful, wide plaza, items rich supermarkets, shopping malls ...... on the vast fields, the countryside some look down! I can make the deepest impression is: Whenever the school organizes spring trips every year, especially every year, a release of winter and summer vacation, my father and mother are going to take me to climb Mount Lu, around the Qionghai. Or to the countryside to visit relatives and friends. Ah! One to the countryside, the countryside, always feel that everything is extraordinarily fresh, the water is extraordinarily clear, the sky is extraordinarily blue, trees and grass is extraordinarily green, the air is extraordinarily fresh. The people feel extraordinarily refreshed, not at all tired.
Friends, when we walk into the Wenchang field, spring everything is revived, peach and willow green. Spring flowers in full bloom, silver swallows flying from the south ...... a good spring scene. In the summer, everything grows vigorously, flowers bloom, rice paddy seedlings green, as if to the earth laid a green carpet. Orchard branches lush, fruitful, vibrant ...... fall, the rice in the rice paddy golden, as if the rice paddy paved with a big golden carpet, from a distance look extraordinarily dazzling. The pomegranate in the orchard one by one reveals a round smile. The persimmon tree is full of many small red lanterns, as if to convey to the people the good news of the harvest, the farmers are all smiling.
Ah! Friends, the city, the countryside, the field is very different, let us in the study of the spare time, open feet out of the city, go to the countryside, go to the field, to enjoy the beauty of nature, to full of fresh air, to broaden our horizons!
The scenery of the countryside is a beautiful picture, their customs and we are greatly different, their customs have their characteristics, let me tell you about the countryside I saw it!
When I was eight years old, I went to an old village with my grandparents, not only a countryside is a tourist attraction, there are many people are either in the landscape ah, or in the painting, either in the painting ah or in the record of the beauty of the place! The country house is very remote, and the ancient country house, they all have a small ditch, this small ditch no matter what time of the day, are flowing, he is the artery of these houses. The willow tree there is also very attractive, look at the long willow is really like the willow girl's braid, so tender, so silky! The pink and white lotus flowers are so beautiful. Above from time to time there are a few dragonflies landed on the lotus, suddenly, this scene reminds me of a poem, which has this line "excellent just show the tip of the corner, early dragonflies standing on the head". Lotus is beautiful, the lake is magical, there is a clear lake water is spiritual, in the morning at 7:00 to 8:00, the water allows people to drink, if you taste carefully, you can taste a little sweet flavor; 4:00 to 5:00 p.m. when you can let the women kneeling on the slate pounding, and now I've seen some of the women pounding!
There are a lot of painting people around the lake, the willow tree reflected in the lake, the lake becomes green; lotus flowers reflected in the lake, the lake becomes full; dragonflies reflected in the lake, the lake becomes cheerful!
Ah! I seem to be intoxicated in this beautiful countryside, really: "boat on the blue waves, people in the painting swim ah"!
The air in the countryside is fresh, the sky in the countryside is blue, the scenery in the countryside is unique, and the countryside will be the place where you stay back and forth.
Morning, the air is fresh and the cool wind blowing in your face will be refreshing, look! The birds are singing their morning songs, the brook is slowly flowing, the sun is pouring warm rays of sunshine into the field, the willow trees are becoming energetic and listening to the birds singing with great interest.
Noon, the weather is hot, not so cool in the morning, the robins chorus "know know know know"...... morning birds tired and listless lying on the branches of the tree, the willow tree is also tired of bending over, the countryside children one after another jumped into the brook! The brook is very welcome to the arrival of the children with waves embracing the children, the children play water fights splashing water balloons, the children's laughter and happy mood melted into the air, to the sultry noon added a few points of fun.
Dusk, in the distance, a wisp of smoke from the top of the hill, with a hand touch the ground there is a trace of residual heat, cool breeze with a hint of warmth. Look at the sky only to see the crimson sunset has dyed half of the sky, the blue sky for a crimson skirt, the beautiful sunset shape is different, two horses in the air race running running disappeared disappeared, which magician is the dusk dressed up so beautiful and charming?
Night, the sun reluctant to leave the sky, the beautiful moon to the quiet earth sprinkled with a piece of silver, gentle moonlight on the creek in the creek appears more beautiful, the sky seems to be a blue Persian carpet inlaid with a yellow "small jewels," "Twinkle, twinkle, shiny, full of the sky is a small star. The sky is full of little stars," the little stars sang a beautiful song. The quiet night is quiet and charming, chickens. Dogs. Cats. Ducks. All of them slept, the flowers and grasses also slept, and people also entered a sweet dream.
The idyllic garden is like a painting, like a poem, like a song, the beauty of the idyllic garden makes you stay!
1 The secluded lake, the windmill, the green grass, the small house, how cozy The red-hot tulip flower field, the gust of fragrance, the windmill is turning leisurely! Is this a dream? The tall buildings are also a work of art, classical and elegant, like a richly colored painting! Everywhere filled with green, even the air also wafted grass flavor All around a green, green stunning, windmills also stopped, intoxicated in the beauty of the scenery 1 secluded lakeside, windmills, green grass, small houses, how pleasant
Red hot tulip flower fields, bursts of fragrance, windmill yo-yo turn! Is this a dream?
The tall buildings are also a work of art, classical and elegant, like a richly painted picture!
Green everywhere, even the air smells of grass
Surrounded by a green, green stunning, windmills also stopped, intoxicated by the beauty of the scenery ...... Rain delicate, gentle, silent and even colorless from the sky to the earth. Lightly pampered the square inches of land, Mobo the living beings on the land of all things.
2The gaze crossed the wetness, passed through the transparency of the glass, and began to look for the trace of this rain, trying to catch its light and swift figure.
However, its mischievousness was transparent back at me and the earth, and the flying dance could never fall into the eyes. But this can't stop me from touching it, the eye can't reach doesn't mean the heart can't arrive.
3I know that it is now the model of my heart, is along the sea of thought that clear lines, flying down to the window on the sparse leaves, and then converge into a bead, from the end of the leaf slides to the other low corner of the leaf, from the crystal cast to the desire to drop, and then drip drip into the song. This journey of the line, is not like a do not need the sunshine through the light also know how to blink the eyes of the elves?
4The gaze crossed the wet, through the transparency of the glass, and began to look for the trace of the rain, trying to catch its light figure.
However, its mischievousness was transparent back at me and the earth, and the flying dance never fell into sight. But this can't stop me from touching it, the eye can't reach doesn't mean the heart can't arrive.
5I know that it is the model of my heart at this time, is along the sea of thoughts of the clear lines, flying down to the window on the sparse leaves, and then converge into a bead, from the end of the leaf slides to the leaf another low angle, from the crystal cast to the desire to drip, and then drip drip into the song. This journey of the line, is not like a do not need the sunshine through the light also know how to blink the eyes of the elves?
6The spirit is the other side. This kind of rain, how not to let a person's heart? How not to let people gaze out of the window?
7When the rain pulls the gray line of sight, the deepest part of the dryness of the heart is peacefully silent. As if in front of the sun in the original messy building, in the rain washed away the dust of the noise after the gray inadvertently rendered, began to reveal its patchwork. The white-gray buildings with their checkered lines just reflected the gray, endless sky....
8 And the distant houses are lost in the hidden, cloaked in a mysterious veil, shaking the jagged shadows of the trees, in the rain to convey the beauty of the illusion of the charm. That green and yellow in the late fall in the alternative, but also reduced a few inches of sunlight and forced, more than a soft murmur in the wind. It's either obsessive or angry, are the poet's pen is difficult to say the deep feelings.
9So, at this time I will open the fence, so that I am scattered in the garden path. I'd like to leave the umbrellas behind and have a close encounter with the rain.
It wasn't until the slightest hint of coolness penetrated my thin dress that I realized the change of seasons. Living in the south is like that, often just in no boundaries of preparation, confused into a new season. But it's good to have a lot of awakenings suddenly appearing in your own dumb smile, rather than captured in an inexplicable sigh of seasonal change.
10The weather was so nice today that we went to my grandmother's house. On the way, I saw that the rice on both sides of the road were all tasseled.... When the wind blew, the rice danced. In the vegetable garden, yellow and green Japanese pumpkins hung on green vines. The short September beans were covered with curved pods, like curved bananas. The corn was like a bearded old man, tending to his long beard in the wind. In the orchard, persimmons are yellow, like a yellow lantern. Oranges that are not yet ripe are green and swinging on the branches! The fields are so beautiful in the fall!
I went to my grandmother's house for summer vacation. Grandma's house is in the countryside, and I love it there. Into the beautiful clean and quiet countryside, you can see the dairy cows tied with cow pincer bells, birds' nests, green streams and valleys, beautiful lakes, and emerald green mountains, lotus flowers all these sucked my heart. The beauty of the countryside is in its beauty and vitality. No matter from which angle, no matter to which corner, it is a beautiful picture, it is a cup of a hundred years old wine, tasted long-lasting aroma, smooth and cozy. Regardless of the season, the countryside is a classic "tourist attraction".
Just as I arrived at the river, I saw a crystal-clear river with many thousands of colorful lotus flowers growing on the surface, and I seemed to be attracted to it. So I went to a big willow tree and carefully observed the lotus flowers. Some of the lotus flowers were all open, like a smiley face, smiling at us, as if welcoming us. Some lotus flowers are opening, like a small bowl, some flowers are still flower bones, like a flame that is about to emit sparks. There were a few ducklings swimming happily in the clear river water. There are wild flowers of various colors growing on the grass, red, blue, white and sparkling, beautiful. In the distance, on the high mountains, the trees were lush and green everywhere, overflowing with the smell of summer. Suddenly I heard a pleasant bird call, I looked up and found a few lovely birds in the sky, as if singing a joyful new song. At this time a breeze blew, the lotus put out a burst of fragrance, and the willow tree also swayed, as if in a happy dance.
Countryside evening scene late in the day, the sun is about to fall to the side of the mountain, leaving only half of the blushing smile, reflecting the rainy evening sun, the red light of the evening sun slowly moving along the tree trunks, the more you move higher and higher from the trunks of the trees to the treetops. After dinner, after a day of hard work people, clean up the housework are carrying a small bench to the ground dam to cool off, in the emerald green female bamboo, looking at the opposite field of green rice seedlings, breathing fresh air, so they put the fatigue of the day are all forgotten, talking and laughing happily and easily. The night is falling, the red haze has faded. The deep blue sky is particularly empty, the twilight is filled, the field faintly exudes the warmth of the tide, the distant soil cellar, near the rice seedlings in the field are in this smoky fog in the tide becomes blurred, can not see, gradually pond trees in the water can not be seen clearly, the whole village is covered in the boundless veil. The sky became darker and darker, and a crescent moon appeared in the dark sky. The silver disk-like moon hangs high in the sky, transparent like a light veil, the starry sky seems extraordinarily far away, the village immersed in a dreamlike tranquility. Moonlight quietly dipped the whole ground dam, bamboo forest outside the grass wet, seems to be more green than that day, the dewdrops on the leaves in the care of the moonlight glittering, like that blinking watery eyes. A breeze blew, and I did not feel chilled, and the cool wind kissed my little face lightly. The moon seemed to follow me as I stepped into the eaves of the house, only to see that the walls were all yellow, and as I looked back, the few floating bamboo plants occasionally drooped. Sitting by the window, looking up at the sky, a few stars appeared, blinking eyes, looking down on the countryside at night, occasionally heard a few frogs and insects, and should be and the distant motor house in the rumble of the pumping machine sound, more rendering the countryside at night the tranquility of the village after a busy day of the village finally fell asleep. The view of the countryside cool breeze, dense woods, busy people in the fields, nesting birds ...... This is the view of the countryside as I see it. There is a large field near the house. The wheat in the field has changed into a dazzling new light yellow color. Each stalk of wheat has raised a plump ear of wheat, the flush of wheat awns, as if the lines on the sheet music, a wheat ear, is a beating note. There are also watermelons planted in the field. The round head and head of the watermelon to hide into the dense green leaves, as if one by one in the game of hide-and-seek. There are also rapeseed flowers, broad beans, radish ...... If there is a small river behind their houses, there will always be a lotus flower in the clear river. Lotus flower after lotus flower posture. White in pink. Some of them shyly bowed their heads, and some of them are flower bones, like a cute little pink bag; some of them bloomed open, very enthusiastic to show me this self. Standing by the river to watch the lotus, often smell a burst of light fragrance, so that people do not want to leave. If you walk in front of their houses, you will always see the hen with chicks in front of the house gaga to the back of the house; or see a rooster on the ground striding around, can be a god! There are many children playing on the goose-yellow grass. Tired of running, tired of playing, squatting in the field to dig back some of the wild vegetables, so that his mother home to make the table a delicious wild food dishes. ..... The children are playing in this wonderful idyllic environment, and the sound of laughter is echoing in the fields. The countryside is beautiful and fascinating no matter what time of year it is.
I think, the countryside is the most beautiful scenery, the most I aspire to: the mountains set under a piece of field, a small river is like a blue ribbon around the mountains, in the distance is the ancient, colorful and harmonious house ......
A walk into the countryside, you will find that their houses are still brick and tile cover. Walking from the front of their houses, you will see a feeding pen with horses, sheep, pigs and other animals, which call out as if an orchestra playing a symphony. In front of a country house, a faithful dog would also be kept to defend the home.
Whenever the sun rises, hard-working farmers are hard at work hoeing and cultivating the fields, planting all kinds of vegetables on this land: sweet and delicious corn; a fresh, green, green vegetables and so on. Watching the farmers laboring, I remembered a poem: "Hoeing the sun when noon, sweat drops under the soil. Who knows what's on the plate, every grain is hard work." The farmers' spirit is really touching.
Some people even plant a few fruit trees in the open space next to their houses, including apples, pears, pineapples, and many, many fruits. Autumn is here, red apples blooming smile, hanging branches; yellow pears at a glance mouth-watering, I seem to smell the sweet taste; bunches of grapes hanging in the trees, farmers are very happy, another year of harvest.
In the evening, the country women come to the rocks beside the creek to pound clothes, their skillful hands to wash the clothes clean and new.
The scenery here is so beautiful: the grass on the roadside is like a soft carpet on the ground, and the curved paths surrounded by wooden fences lead to the virgin forest. The trees there are green, dense, endless. The sun in the sky smilingly looking at us, white clouds leisurely floating to and fro ...... good a beautiful countryside scenery, rich in rural atmosphere.
The scenery of the countryside, no matter what time of day, is very beautiful and charming.
The cool breeze, the dense woods, the busy people in the fields, the nesting birds. ..... This is the rural landscape in my eyes. The most special thing about this place is the houses of the country people, they always circle a piece of vegetable field in front of the house, and the door of the vegetable field is bolted to a wolf dog that guards the house. One wall is covered with creepers, casting a green shade, which is better looking and more environmentally friendly than green paint!
If there is a jujube garden behind their house, then under the jujube trees and in the grass, you will see a group of chicks following their mothers to forage for food in the forest, and you will see a male chicken walking around in the grass, looking lively. There is a small river next to the jujube garden, in the shade of the green trees, the river, there will be a group of ducks playing in it, from time to time to put their heads into the water for food.
The wind in the poplar forest rustles the leaves, which is a good place for hide-and-seek. Tired of running, squatting in the field to dig back some wild vegetables, so that his mother home to make the table a delicious wild food dishes. ..... The children in this wonderful idyllic environment to play to their heart's content, the sound of laughter echoed in the fields.
The countryside, a place of great beauty. During a summer vacation, I spent three weeks at my grandmother's house, and after a week, I noticed that every morning, there was this view. Early in the morning, the red sun rises from the east, to the green mountains covered with a golden yellow scarf pink azaleas also quietly unfolded its beautiful smile, the majestic rooster shrugged its colorful tail, standing in the yard, raised his head high, to the sky, "Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo." People who hear the familiar sound of the alarm clock immediately get up and start working. When the master released the hens from the coop, there were a group of chicks behind the hens, the hens "cooed" and the chicks "giggled", which was really cute; as long as there were strangers, the puppies "woofed" and the master barked. "Whenever a stranger comes, the little dog barks, and when the master adds some food to the big pigs, the big pigs bark, as if to say, "Thank you, master. At noon, the grass was lifting its head, people were playing chess, drinking tea and taking a cool ride under the shade of the trees, and the children were playing games in the open space in front of their houses, which made a happy scene. In the evening, after a hard day's work people came back, those who served them a bowl of sizzling rice, after eating, people were talking about interesting things in the day, at night, the lights of a family are lit up; the crickets also sang, about 11 o'clock or so, the lights of every house are out, the textile maidsongs race over the lullabies, so that people sweetly into the land of dreams. I love the countryside, and how beautiful it is!
We sleep on dry thatch, no mosquito nets, mosquito bites at night, so I can not sleep the whole night; the door is a pile of cow dung, stinky and dirty, a foot step down, the foot does not know what has become; muddy road is full of puddles of water, if you are not careful to step into the puddles of water, the whole foot will be stuck, it is not easy to pull out the foot, but the shoes are left in the mud puddle! ...... came to my hometown, ah! Really beautiful! Is this my eyes spent? I rubbed my eyes, no? Originally the previous potholes, rugged road, has now become a flat asphalt road, the road on both sides of the planting of flowers and trees, bees singing, butterflies dancing, skyscrapers rise up. My father and I came to my uncle's house, wow, my uncle's house has changed, the walls are painted snow white, as if it is powdered jade, as if it is silver. The furniture was brand new, with dragon and phoenix patterns. The house is very big, they no longer need to cook things on the stove, are replaced by a gas stove, convenient and quick ...... I seem to be in the fairyland on earth. Uncle took me into a room, lifted a piece of flower cloth, ah, this is exactly what I am familiar with - computer. Uncle skillfully maneuvered the computer, as if talking about the piano. My sister also had a computer, and she was quite good at playing the computer. The old social concepts that used to favor men over women are gone now. I can't imagine that the quality of people in my hometown has improved so fast! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw that the farmers in the distance no longer used the old oxen to pull the plow to cultivate the land, but used all kinds of tractors to plow the land. The sound of the plowing is like praising the changes in the hometown.
The people in my hometown have changed, the land has changed, and transportation has become easier, with telephones and everything. But what makes these changes? I was puzzled when two women were talking and laughing. One of them said, "The government is still good, and I don't favor boys over girls anymore. I now realize that girls are so great too!" "My daughter is also ah ...... "I suddenly realized that it was the government's credit wow! I think: assuming that in the future, this place must have become even better!
When I was a child, I often heard adults tell me that the world is constantly changing, all the things around you will not remain in the original state for life, at that time I, I still do not understand too much, I just think it is strange, why all the things will change, and even become completely unrecognizable to the people. It's like a face change in a movie.
After I grew up, I saw people and things coming and going around me, and the environment was constantly changing, so I fully understood the importance of development, take Hangzhou for example. No, if you want to talk about the changes in Hangzhou, I'm afraid to say a few days and nights can not be said. Or to narrow the scope, say Wen Er Road, a long road, not long, not short road.
Listening to my elders tell me, about twenty years ago, there are not so many houses there, and most of them are farmland and cemeteries, very desolate. I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I can imagine what it was like.
I grew up living in that area, and when I was an elementary school student, I walked there quite often because my school was near my home. At that time, that road was much better than the original, but it was at best a small alley. When the wind is blowing dust flying, in front of a foggy, and when it rains no better, walk there, you have to wash your shoes, because the ground like a thick layer of mud.
The spring wind of reform did not seem to come to our remote mountain village until the late eighties. Prior to that, people in the village, young and old, had been working hard to make a living from the soil. But the land we love so much did not give us much in return. In addition to farming, there was not much other income in the village, and many people had skills and were able to work hard, but there was no place for them to show their skills. In the last few years of the 1980s, people in the village no longer counted on the land. They heard that there was gold in the city outside the mountain, and they went out one after another. Young people, middle-aged, skilled, unskilled, all want to go out to pick up some gold back. They go is a year and a half, come back, although not full of gold and silver, always more than the soil out of the plow. So in the home rest on ten twenty days and went out. Those who stayed in the village were mostly old people and children. By the mid-1990s, even teenage children in the classroom can not sit, many of them are crowded south to work on the train. With fewer laborers in the countryside, the land that used to be cleared by hard work grew back into weeds within a few years. In recent years, a lot of paddy fields have been deserted. Farming is too hard, and when the family has money, who wants to suffer? In the past, just a few days after the Spring Festival, the field will be busy figures. Nowadays, it seems to be a shame to go to the field without the Lantern Festival. Rural women who stayed at home would get together every now and then to play cards in their spare time, something they never dared to think of before! On sunny days, they would go home in the starlight, and on rainy days, they would come and go in the wind and rain, and they would not have a few days of rest all year round.
In the past few years, buildings in the village have been popping up from all corners like bamboo shoots after the rain. Three or four floors, some of which are beautifully decorated. Even if it is only a one-story, not a building, it looks much better than those mud brick houses. The interior decoration is not to mention, smooth to shine out of the shadow of the floor tiles ah, gorgeous wallpaper ...... is simply to take money to the wall, take money to the ground paved. It is only brush on the white lime looks also much brighter, no longer like mud brick house as dark, depressing.
But what makes people very uncomfortable is that the water in the stream is getting dirty. In the past, when they couldn't afford running water, people in the village drew their water from the stream that runs through the village. The first thing the village people did when they got up early in the morning was to pick the big water tanks in their houses full of water for the day. When we were young, we used to swim in the creek. When we were young, we used to swim in the creek, and sometimes when we were thirsty, we would drink from the creek. Nowadays, not to mention picking water from the stream for cooking, even washing vegetables and taking them home, we have to wash them once or twice again with tap water. In summer, when we see the dirty water, we no longer have the urge to jump into it. The scene of fish swimming in the water is nowhere to be seen nowadays. Everywhere in the stream and along the streamside are all kinds of garbage, and some of those plastic bags have long been discolored, but they just won't melt away. The villagers used to dump all the garbage into the stream, believing that the stream would take away the things they didn't need. Or pile it up in the open space in front of their door, and when it accumulates too much, they light a fire, so the trash goes up in smoke while they talk and laugh.
It can be expected that in the future the life of the people in the village will become better and better, the money will be more and more, the building will be higher and higher. But will the people get lazier? But will the water get dirtier and dirtier? The village people's this kind of "lazy", the older generation is not used to see. But it's also a sign that life is getting better! It is the future generations of the village that will benefit. The children in the village have gotten used to the increasingly dirty water. They are the ones who suffer, aren't they?
My hometown in Jiujiang, it is not the United States of America, New York's prosperity, there is no water on the sea port - Venice's splendor and colorful, not to mention Japan's Tokyo's simplicity and elegance, but I love it, because I love this piece of land, and even more so for these people who are brave enough to innovate and explore, hard-working and simple people.
As we all know, Jiujiang has a beautiful Gantang Lake, which is our mother lake. In those years, this mother of ours was not beautiful, she looked so haggard and pale, so worried and helpless! Sludge and muddy water, small fish and shrimp do not want to take it as their lovely home, even with the tenacious vitality of the wildflowers and grasses are not willing to take root in her embrace, the mother faced with this scene she shed tears, she sadly to us to confide in the cry, the voice once long echoed in the ears of each of us and the heart of the field.