Rural night scene

The night is always an endless landscape painting, whether it is a rainy night or a bright moon night, it will give people a good daydream and infatuation.

Childhood memories, with some nostalgia and yearning, are as warm as a cup of fragrant tea.

Spring is the most beautiful season. In this lush, pink and green night, the moon has not yet risen, and the children have dinner early and meet to play hide and seek. The mountain looked down at the village quietly, as if waiting for the noise of the children. A group of children cried and soon calmed down. Some of them quietly hid behind the haystack, got into the grass and covered themselves with grass. Some hide behind the house and block themselves with sundries; Some climb trees and ride forks; Some even hid in pigsty and sheepfold, crept up and didn't dare to disturb pigs and sheep. When all the children were hiding, one child ran around looking for it. The children who are looking for it shouted excitedly, "Find one … Find one … Some boys don't want to play hide-and-seek with girls, so they climbed the tree mischievously to dig for birds. When the children are tired of playing, they go home to sleep. At night, peace is restored, and everything seems to have entered a deep dream, so quiet and serene. Looking up at the dark blue sky, the sparse stars blinked sleepily and looked listless, as if they wanted to sleep. Sometimes I can't even hear a dog barking, but I can only vaguely hear the river flowing by the village, as if singing and dancing to the quiet night, and as if whispering. This quiet night is a beautiful and mysterious fairy tale world.

The moon rises slowly, the bright moonlight shines on the earth, and everything looks charming and full of vitality. The sky is so deep, so vast, like transparent glass, and like a shining blue gem. The moon is accompanied by stars, and their light adds infinite beauty to the night. In the moonlight, everything presents a hazy beauty. Poplar and willow trees cast a faint and beautiful image on the ground. They stood quietly, peeping at the flowers and plants around them. The newly sprouted grass and the wheat seedlings sticking out their heads seem to tell each other their worries in the moonlight. Shy peach blossom, pink lips and pink face, charming smile. Tonight, it will be a colorful garden.

Sometimes, the moon is hidden in the clouds, and the clouds seem to be attached to the moon. The moon has gone, and the clouds have been chasing. It may not be clear whether the moon is chasing the clouds or the clouds are chasing the moon. Soon, the cloud held the moon tightly in her arms, but soon the moon would break free and would not let the cloud cover her light. She wants to shed the light of love on the earth without reservation.

Sometimes, it rains in Mao Mao at night, and the rain is lingering, gently and quietly washing and nourishing everything. At night, wet, but it looks so brand-new, like an old man who has just changed clothes, so radiant and full of energy. The smell of earth and flowers in the air went straight into the nostrils. The spring breeze is sunny, the air is fresh and pleasant, and the night in the country is quiet and beautiful.

Autumn night is more charming. In autumn, when the air is crisp, farmers will grab food at night. The moon shone brightly on the scene like a big silver plate, and people were busy playing games, which was very lively. A tractor was dragging a big round wheel behind its tail, whistling in circles, and the ears of wheat were crushed and screamed, and a thin layer of smoke floated out of the wheat soil at the scene. There are several people with Mu Cha, turning over the wheat straw on the ground, and the wheat grains rustle off a thick layer. After picking the grass, they piled the wheat together and raised it by several old people who could raise the fields. A breeze blew, and the old man lifted the wheat high with a shovel. Wheat grains fly in the air like scattered fireworks and fall instantly. The man with the broom quickly swept away the grass residue that had not been blown away by the wind. Soon, a pile of clean wheat appeared in front of people, pale yellow in the moonlight. The noise of the scene, talking and laughing, is like playing beautiful music for the night. People are working in full swing, and the night has not affected people's enthusiasm for harvesting. The joy of harvest permeated everyone's face. People are grateful for the moonlight, and they decorate the beautiful night in autumn with hard work.

The night in the country, whether quiet or noisy, is so beautiful and charming. Happy memories of childhood scenes are always haunting and unforgettable.

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