Country roads are illuminated by sunlight, which makes people feel the warmth of country roads. Country roads are always long and far. How to write a composition on a country road? The following is the composition of "Students on Country Roads" that I brought to you. Welcome to read the collection.
When I was a child, I didn't know what it was like to have feelings for a person or a thing. Now I understand.
Every New Year, we will drive or take the high-speed train to visit our grandparents who live in their hometown in Hebei. In the summer vacation when I was seven years old, my father and I went to my hometown in Hebei. At that time, my grandfather was in good health. Although his hearing was not very good, his legs and feet were still neat.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I am very happy, because once I go back to my hometown, my grandparents will satisfy me with whatever I want to eat and play. Shortly after I got home, I ran to my grandfather and dragged him to drive a tricycle to take me outside to play.
Grandpa went over and helped me get on the tricycle. I said, "Grandpa, let's go to a place with a vegetable shed!" " ! Grandpa cleared his hoarse voice and said, "OK, I'll take you to play and see what vegetables are planted in the greenhouse."
There is a narrow country road from the vegetable shed at home, and the road surface of the country road is bumpy. Sitting on a tricycle, you can hear the creaking sound of electric cars, just like music accompaniment.
I sang an old song that my mother taught me when I was a child. I like walking on a small country road very much, and I relaxed. Then I arrived at the vegetable shed. After playing in the vegetable greenhouse for a long time, grandpa said, "It's time for lunch. We're going home." . I ran around the greenhouse like a disobedient pony. I gave my grandfather a lovely coquetry and said, "Don't go, don't go, play for a while." Grandpa still smiled and said, "Then turn around for a little while."
On the way home, grandpa was driving a tricycle, and I was still sitting behind singing. This time, I sang differently. I taught my grandfather to sing popular songs that children like after zero zero, but my grandfather never sang, so I "forced" him to sing along with me and sing out of tune. Laughed me up and down.
Singing and laughing, I suddenly stopped. Grandpa was still immersed in the song and quickly asked, "What's the matter? Why not sing? What's the next sentence? "
I pointed to the front and asked loudly, "Grandpa, the front is golden yellow. What is that? Grandpa looked at the direction I pointed, smiled and said, "This is a sunflower, and the melon seeds are not mature yet. "
Grandpa turned his head again and asked kindly, "Do you want to eat"? I opened my eyes wide and said, "I want to eat, but I prefer the big yellow disc of sunflower." Grandpa, who is over 70 years old, stopped the car, got off the car slowly and walked towards the sunflower. He reached out his rough but gentle hand, took off the biggest sunflower dish and handed it to me. I was very happy, curious and moved. Because there are so many small thorns on sunflowers, grandpa is not afraid to prick his hand in order to pick sunflowers for me.
Because grandpa is suffering from Alzheimer's disease now, sometimes even people don't recognize him. Although he can recognize me when I go home this year, he will never take me on a tricycle again.
Every time I walk through that country road, I will think of some warm pictures my grandfather took me to play. I really want to go back to the past and let grandpa take me to play again, but these can only be good memories.
Country Road Student Composition 2 The morning air in the country is fresh. Walking out of the door, fresh air is sucked into the mouth and blended into the blood, and the whole person is full of new strength.
Standing on the road in the country, looking around, I saw golden rape flowers.
Rape flowers look ordinary. Unlike Chinese rose, rose and peony, they are layered with petals, with changeable postures and strange colors. They are only yellow from beginning to end, so full of youthful yellow, as if the sun had settled down and landed on the thin petals.
In the sun, rape blossoms are unrestrained. As soon as the south wind blows, there will be waves of Jin Lang. Under the sunshine, waves of light flash. In the rape field, the fresh, free and impressive fragrance and warm, brilliant and unspeakable colors are blended into a burning flame, attracting those delicate feet. In the splendid rape field, I became a teenager chasing the light, running forward enthusiastically and endlessly. ...
I haven't felt so comfortable for a long time. Since entering junior high school, senior high school and university, we seldom go for a walk on the country road, seldom go to see the beautiful scenery on the roadside, and seldom feel so comfortable. We live a life of 3. 1 at school every day. Dormitories, teaching buildings and canteens are places where we repeatedly touch each other in a day. This kind of life is boring and tiring. And all this is just to chase dreams.
When you are chasing your dreams, this dark world will create many difficulties to stop you, and reality will bind your hands and feet. But in fact, these are not important, what matters is your heart. In the process of chasing your dreams, if you are tired, stop and have a rest. Don't always cling to one thing, give yourself some time to relax. Go to the country road, see the beautiful scenery on the roadside, and recall my childhood. Maybe you will find that your fatigue has been reduced a lot and your mood has become better. You will also find that you haven't been so relaxed for a long time, and you are full of strength.
A person walked to the end of the path, and a wide road jumped in front of him. Many street lamps have been installed on both sides of the road. The car sped on it, and the dust rolled up at the rear. From time to time, there are harsh sirens passing by, singing the prosperity and noise of the city. I am afraid, afraid that my country road will become like this.
I turned around and walked on my way. On the country road, there is no light, no noisy noise, only peace and stars all over the sky.
A person continues to walk on the path, continue to enjoy the beautiful scenery and breathe the fresh air. Everything is so pleasant and beautiful. Life is a journey, don't care about the destination. What I care about is the scenery along the way and the mood when I look at the scenery. I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but now I do.
Continue to walk on the path, plug in headphones and play a song "Walking on a Country Road" for yourself.
At the beginning of the seven-day National Day holiday, it was said on TV and online that there were people everywhere, and we couldn't go anywhere, but we couldn't stay at home every day. So, my father asked several colleagues in their unit to take a walk in the countryside and go fishing.
Fishing is actually going for a walk in the country, fishing and experiencing life in the country. You can not only fish here, but also pick persimmons, break corn and lentils. There are many fish in the fish pond. To what extent? As long as you throw some stones into the pond, the fish will jump out of the water.
Persimmon tree is the most common fruit tree here. Almost every household here has to plant one or two persimmon trees, and the villagers here are very hospitable. Whenever persimmons are ripe, local villagers and foreign guests can pick them with homemade gadgets. As long as you don't destroy the persimmon tree, the owner of the tree won't care how you pick it.
There is a lot of farmland next to the fish pond. Most fields are planted with vegetables, including lentils, eggplant, peppers and so on. The most incredible thing is that there are still people planting water spinach in the fields this season, but to be honest, water spinach looks too old and feels unwanted. Only after asking the village chief did I know that it was originally used to feed pigs.
While speaking, everyone was already busy. The adults were busy looking for a place to build a fishing rod. I took several children to the fields. After about an hour, let's see what we have gained. My children and I picked a backpack full of lentils, a basket of persimmons and a small bag of corn, as well as a lot of edamame and eggplant. There are more than a dozen crucian carp, bream and rice noodles in the adult's fish maw, and there are two authentic "Haizi" (Haizi is called crab in Wuhu dialect.
At noon, we had a farmer's pot meal at the village head's house and experienced the rural life. But the old hen soup here tastes good.
I also teased the village chief's local dog. This local dog is very docile. As long as you don't hit it, it won't bother you. On the contrary, the dogs we usually keep in the city will bark when they see me. Are the local dogs jealous because I teased them? The barking of Pangwu dogs in these cities is in sharp contrast to the meekness of local dogs.
Walking on the country road, there was a cool autumn wind blowing head-on. The wind is mixed with the smell of the earth, the smell of fish and crabs in the river, and the joy of harvest. I was in a very happy mood. This farmhouse is really interesting. If you have time, you can go for a walk, have fun, have a look and experience the rural customs for yourself.
In the spring when everything recovers, my family and I came to the countryside, to this noisy countryside, without the noisy crowds and cars that used to shuttle through big cities. Here, there is no pressure to study, only the tranquility of the country.
Walking on a country road and breathing fresh air is really refreshing. Looking up at the blue sky, several white clouds are floating around, happily grasping and hiding with the wind. Looking around, a large area, a large area full of green rice, makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if it were an endless green ocean. From a distance, a large area of rice, like a blanket, is very soft and I really want to jump on it. A gust of wind blew, and the rice swayed and danced with the wind, waving its hands, as if welcoming new tourists. In the rice field, occasionally a few magpies play in the field, which adds a little vitality to the path.
On the roadside, the river flows slowly. The river is green, and the warm sunshine shines on the water, shining like broken gold. It seems that thousands of little goldfish are swimming. The willows on the shore, the white clouds in the sky and the reflection of people in the water are like a huge landscape painting. The wind blows gently, and the wet wind blows on my face. When I smell it carefully, there seems to be a sweet smell in the air, and the river overflows slightly, pulling the strings of the waves slowly and rhythmically like a light bow of the wind.
Watching this stream flow slowly, I am also lost in thought at this time: the road of life may flow slowly to the distance like this stream, and I don't know where it will flow next second, maybe it is an endless sea, maybe it is a trickle. And our life seems to be the same, no one can guess what will happen to them in the next second, which may make you happy or make you sad. This is like a passage I read on the Internet, which said, "Life is a journey. You don't have to care about the destination. What you have to care about is the scenery along the way and the mood when you look at it." When many people in this world complain about life, some people really realize their dreams because they dare to choose their own lifestyle. This is the person who really knows life. In fact, the right to choose life is always in our own hands. Life is beautiful, as long as you are willing to open your eyes.
In a blink of an eye, the sunset seemed to shine on me alone, encouraging me to be full of confidence. At this moment, I am full of hope for my life again. I chose my fate, didn't I?
Country Road Students' Composition 5 "Walking on a country road, the old cow who came back at dusk is my companion, the blue sky matches a sunset glow on my chest, and the colorful clouds are sunset clothes ..." As the sun sets, I walk along a country road humming a ditty, smelling the smell of soil, enjoying the beauty of summer and feeling the beauty of the countryside at dusk.
On a sunny day, after dinner, I had nothing to do, so I wandered out of the house and breathed fresh air. At this time, the sun has set in the west and the sky is getting dark. The sun put on a light orange dance skirt to accompany his Xia Yun. The dance skirt swayed in the wind, making the sun hide in the clouds for a while and then appear in the air, as if playing hide-and-seek.
Gradually, the sun sank a little. In the direction of the sunset, the end of the sky emits a fan-shaped golden light, which is very dazzling, like a greeting from another place. In the low sky, a piece of light blue, a piece of pink and a piece of golden are connected with each other and colorful. Now, the sunset is like a drunk, slightly confused, accidentally fell on the mountainside and couldn't get up; He is like a happy child, with a crooked face, playfully shaking off some red Zhu Tongdan from his body, throwing it on the ground and covering it with cicada-like gold gauze. The clouds on the edge were also reflected by this red light as if they were on fire. I think this is the so-called "fiery red cloud"! Look carefully, the cloud is like a bright red peony, with petals stacked one after another, blooming vigorously, with a few thin stamens in the middle, and the whole village is filled with refreshing fragrance; At first glance, it looks like a splendid silk brocade, floating leisurely on the distant horizon. ...
I walked and watched the changing sunset glow, and I unconsciously reached the middle of a field.
On both sides of the road, there are many wild flowers and weeds, some of which have fallen asleep under the caress of the evening breeze, with their eyes closed and their mouths full of sweet smiles; But there are still some people who don't want to go to bed early and are preparing for the "night dance"! Those flowers use the sunset glow as rouge and smear it on beautiful faces; Make a long sunny dress and twist your slim waist. Grass also put on holiday clothes, just like the New Year. Not far away, it is a large farmland, green. At this time, this "green sea" also put on new clothes and put on sunset clothes. This kind of light really casts a mysterious color on everything in the world.
The sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, like a shy girl, shyly hiding behind an adult. The color of the clouds is a little lighter, but I don't know who coated them with a layer of purple lace, which added icing on the cake and made the scenery more "beautiful".
It is getting late. I'm on my way home. Smoke billowed from the mountains in the distance. On the roadside, several families are still eating. They moved all the food outside the door and spent a good time with sunset glow with a smile.
"Walking on a country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion ..." The sky in the west is only a faint rouge color.