Whenever the sun is bright and the wind is beautiful, I always think of the summer I spent in the countryside.
The countryside is beautiful in summer. Rice is so green, green as a flawless emerald; the river is so clear, so clear that you can see the sand and stone at the bottom of the river. There seems to be a sweet smell in the air, cool, soft and refreshing. The breeze caresses your cheek as if your mother's hand is caressing you. All around, there is no noise of the city, only the clear birdsong and the "moo moo" of cattle, a call, a response. It's a beautiful country symphony. In the distance, there is a vast field, where people are weeding and spraying pesticides. All this is for a good harvest in autumn! The wind blows, the birds sing, the cows sing, and the river flows It's the most beautiful pastoral landscape in the world.
Look! There are still children playing in the river over there! Some of them swim leisurely in the water like ducks; some of them slap the river with their hands by the river, splashing countless small water flowers like pearls; some of them pick a lotus leaf and wear it on their heads as a small hat for shading. These are the childhood of rural children only.
The summer I spent in the countryside made me have endless aftertaste! The summer in the countryside is finally over! Like a bird out of the cage, I ran to my grandparents. My grandparents live in the countryside, and I am very lucky to enjoy the beautiful countryside.
When I got up in the morning, I could see that it was green all around, the air was very fresh, and the dew had not completely removed her green clothes. The birds are singing joyful songs in the branches, and the cocks are crowing early. This reminds me of a poem: green all over the mountain, white all over the river, rain like smoke in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, so it was time for sericulture and planting.
At noon, the sun scorched the earth, and there was a heat wave on the ground. Uncle's little black dog drooped his head, stretched out his big scarlet tongue, and slouched on the mud. The cicada on the tree is cheerfully calling, as if to say: "so hot, so hot!". Adults are in the lunch break, but a group of our little friends are in the hot sun, sneaking to the pond to catch fish and pick lotus canopy.
In the evening, the animals all lined up to go home. Ducks swagger on their way. Kittens really walk like cats. They look like models. Our friends start to play hide and seek, Hawks catch chickens and other games again. Happy laughter spreads all over the distance. Tired of playing, we lay on the grass to enjoy the night sky. The beautiful night sky is really intoxicating. The stars blink mischievously, and the moon is like a big crystal ball. Gradually, we entered the dream