Rural dusk composition

In real life or work and study, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the composition I compiled for you in the Rural Evening News for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Composition of Country Evening News 1 The sunset falls on the hillside of the country like a drunk, reflecting the half-red and half-golden river at the foot of the mountain.

On the horizon, the red clouds with Phnom Penh are changeable, and some are like feathers, floating gently in the air; Some are like fish scales, neatly arranged one by one; Some are like horses, galloping under the blue sky ... some clouds are "outstanding" and individual flowers are flying in the air; Some clouds "swarmed" and clouds decorated the sky into beautiful brocade.

In the distance, rolling mountains came into view, looming under the cover of fog. Look around, ah! The trees in the mountains are so green that people forget all their troubles; At the waist of the mountain, there are two sparse small houses, and the smoke on the roof is curled up, and it seems that you are there when you close your eyes; In front of the door, a rhubarb dog dozed off on the ground; Behind the house, in the bamboo forest, flocks of ducks are singing; In the yard, two children are playing happily. They chased and ran, and their laughter echoed throughout the mountain. Inside, an old couple are drinking and chatting, looking a little drunk; In front of the stove, the eldest son is busy chopping wood and cooking ... The fog is connected with mountains, mountains are connected with trees, trees are connected with houses, and birds are chirping and singing on the eaves. The whole country is beautiful as a fairyland.

Nearby, in the village, beside the thatched cottage, there are golden rice fields, the wheat is bent with laughter in the sunset, and the river beside the field is tinkling and singing cheerful songs. Accompanied by these laughter, the farmers' uncles finished their day's work and were packing up farm tools to go home for dinner, while the children sitting on the stools in front of the door were eagerly looking forward to their parents' return. ...

The dusk in the countryside is beautiful, quiet, imaginative, lively, lively and warm.

The setting sun, like a drunkard, falls askew at the foot of the mountain, leaving only a touch of hongxia, as if playing hide-and-seek with people.

The dusk in the country is very quiet. After laughing all day, the flowers on the roadside fell asleep sweetly, only epiphyllum and cordate telosma bloomed at night. In fact, they are having a "concert"! A breeze blew, the grass danced happily, and along with the "concert", the crickets played the soft violin.

"Birds sing and return to the forest at dusk", and the birds hurried home. Father bird comes home with food, and mother bird is anxious to go back and feed her baby. Only some playful birds are still chirping and playing happily, looking at the people in the field from time to time, as if to say, "You have worked hard, and there will be a good harvest this year." Children returning from grazing, swinging whips, driving cattle and sheep, humming songs, accompanied by Cleisthenes and baa, hurried home. People who have worked all day, carrying farm tools, are walking on the road in the country, talking about this year's harvest.

The smoke-filled countryside has a unique flavor. Pots and pans sang symphonies, and thick fragrant rice floated across the countryside. The originally noisy dusk gradually quieted down, and the countryside entered a sweet dream.

The evening in the country is quiet and gentle. I love the beautiful countryside, and I love the picturesque dusk in the countryside.

The vibrant spring scenery is intoxicating, the colorful summer charm is charming, the fruity autumn is refreshing, and the northern winter wrapped in silver is really spectacular. However, the dusk in beautiful countryside attracts me more, not only because of its intoxicating charm, but also because it is full of rich interests.

How gorgeous it is to scatter your afterglow to the earth at dusk in the countryside! How red and beautiful it is whenever your afterglow shines on this river!

The fields at dusk are more beautiful under your afterglow. There is a soft sunset glow rising in Ran Ran, and the red glow is like colored silk, smeared on the sky and covered on the ground. The smiling faces of people who have worked all day are more rosy. They looked at the red, clear and golden fields, and the fatigue of the day was forgotten.

How beautiful the river is at dusk! The red sunset dyed the river red. Under the touch of the evening breeze, the river has numerous ripples, like red ribbons, flowing gently. Several leaves began their long journey in the water.

In the village at dusk, there is a strong fragrance of flowers. In the countryside, everyone is very harmonious, everyone helps each other, and everyone will help anyone who has difficulties. Every evening, children from all families get together, talking and laughing, talking about their best things.

Ah! What a beautiful country dusk! Like charming music, like a magnificent picture.

The afterglow of the sunset dyed the horizon red, and pieces of sunset glow were reflected in the mirror-like river, like cockscomb flowers in full bloom. The willow branches on the shore swayed gently with the breeze, as if afraid of disturbing the river. Suddenly, there was a "jump" I don't know which naughty child threw a stone into the river, which caused ripples on the river. The "cockscomb flower" suddenly turned into a golden disc. Under the willow tree, there are several little girls sitting, talking and laughing.

The fields in the distance are endless. Green wheat seedlings cover the horizon like a green carpet. A breeze blew, rippling waves, and from a distance, the big carpet fluttered gently under the blue sky. On the path in the field, several figures were shaking. That's the farmer who called it a day, carrying a hoe home. They talked and laughed about the good harvest this year.

The sunset hangs halfway up the mountain, and the sunset glow gradually turns from bright red to deep red. On the hillside, a group of children are flying kites. There are all kinds of kites in the blue sky. "Dragonflies" with big eyes and "butterflies" flying with wings spread ... The children looked up and stared at the kite in the sky, and the thread danced in their dexterous hands. The afterglow of the sunset reflected on them, and everyone seemed to be wearing a golden coat. Laughter echoed in the valley for a long time.

Look, on the grass over there, a little shepherd boy is lying on the cow's back, watching the cow eat grass with relish. The grass is tender and green, and the little shepherd boy is fascinated by it, as if to jump off the cow's back and take a bite.

Listen, there are waves of reading from the river. A little girl leans against a willow tree and learns English with a tape recorder.

The sunset slowly faded down the hillside, reluctantly taking away the last ray of sunshine, and the small window of the hut flashed with lights. The wicker hangs willfully to the river. Shan Ye is blurred, and the countryside is full of quiet breath.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless sea, and the blazing white light is like microwaves in a blue lake. At the foot of the mountain, tall rice and calm lake water are so leisurely. I stirred in the lake with a stick. The buildings, wooden bridges, flowers and plants reflected in the lake were smashed into dots by this leisurely stick, scattered and gathered together. ...

"I went back to eat." Xiaolan told me happily that I walked back gloomily. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I saw dusk and my parents didn't come back. Never. From kindergarten to middle class, I don't know what they look like. Whenever a person looks for that little comfort in the countryside at dusk.

Walking to the door, I heard grandpa and dad chatting on the phone. I'm silent, and I'm sure I can't come back. Sure enough, grandpa looked at the calendar helplessly. I cried with a "wow", picked up the four-leaf clover bottle and ran to the river, and cruelly poured all the four-leaf clovers I picked into the river.

Grandpa said my parents would come back when I filled the bottle. He hasn't come back yet. Not before, not now.

The dusk in the country is really beautiful. There are sunsets and geese, but no parents. I sat alone in the sunset, watching the sunset.

"Do you want relatives on holidays?" I muttered cautiously. It should take a long time to blow the four-leaf clover and fill the bottle! I hope my parents will come back then.

Watching the last sunset fall into darkness, I found that warmth with satisfaction!

I like the small village at dusk in late autumn best.

You see, the sunset glow on the horizon is like a shy girl, hiding half of her face behind the mountain and covering the village with a thin layer of red gauze with her afterglow. The clouds around the sunset are red, like red roses in full bloom, which people always want to pick up and hold in their hands.

Under the setting sun, the rolling mountains glow slightly red. Although the tall and straight pines and cypresses on the mountain have been blown old by the autumn wind, they still look full of vitality under the setting sun. The grass on the ground has withered, but it still looks beautiful under the caress of the sunset. You see, this mountain can dress itself up: pine trees are used as linings, grass as skirts, and "embroidered shoes" made of wild chrysanthemums are simply a beautifully dressed little girl. In order to attract people's attention, she specially asked the birds to sing for her. Those birds are wearing red gauze and shuttling through the Woods, singing beautiful and moving songs. This beautiful scenery shows the intoxicating natural scenery.

Below the mountain is the field that feeds us. Now, the crops in the field have been harvested. On the vast field, only one tractor is busy in the afterglow of the sunset. The dark soil glows with golden light under the sunlight, which makes people seem to see the bumper harvest in the coming year.

Tanobe, full of hope, is a clear river that flows tirelessly. Several ducks were playing in the river, and each splash made a spin in the air, as if to let you pick it up, but when you reached out to pick it up, it deliberately avoided you and fell into the water. Fish swim in the clear river, and some jump out of the water from time to time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature. There is a forest by the river. There are a group of children chasing and running under the tree. Their laughter was so sweet and loud that it spread everywhere.

Our village is beyond the forest. After dinner, some people strolled along the path, watched autumn scenery in the countryside, got together in small groups to chat, and played chess, all of which added a little warmth to the village in the evening.

Ah, what a beautiful picture mountains, water and people make up.

The setting sun, like a drunk with a red face, falls on the mountain in the country, reflecting the water and the sky half red and half gold.

The dusk in the country is beautiful and quiet.

The flowers and grass on the roadside fell asleep quietly under the touch of the slow evening breeze, but the cordate telosma people dressed up in high spirits to prepare for the "concert in the evening" They make rouge with gorgeous sunset glow and paint their faces red and beautiful; Make a long skirt with golden sunshine, put on a flexible waist, ask Brother Black for a spray and insert his colorful hair. ...

The weeping willows by the river tied the tall hair into a bun, took off the beautiful butterfly knot, leaned over and let the long hair hang down into the gurgling water, quietly combing it. The naughty river no longer jumps, but flows quietly. The water lilies in the river closed their eyelids, and water droplets hung on their long curved eyelashes. All the small fish and shrimps in the river have gone home. Their parents must have asked them to eat!

The dusk in the country is lively and lively.

"Birds in the western hills return to the forest at sunset." All kinds of birds hurried to the house. Father bird wants to take the food he found home, mother bird wants to go back to cook, and only some playful birds are still rushing home.

The washerwoman by the river came back in twos and threes with buckets, chatting about the new things in the village while walking. The shepherd boy sitting on the back of the cow came back with his pockets full of sour and sweet wild fruits. The strong laborers who worked in the fields also came back, all carrying farm tools and sweating. In a short time, plumes of smoke rose from the chimneys of every household, and symphonies of pots and pans sounded in the kitchen. After dinner, some old people squatted together with pipes to talk about ancient times, the Three Kingdoms and Liu Bei. ...

At this time, there was a crescent moon hanging faintly in the night sky.

The setting sun, like a drunk with a red face, falls on the other side of the country mountain, reflecting the water and the sky half red and half gold.

The dusk in the country is very quiet.

The flowers and plants on the roadside fell asleep quietly under the touch of the evening breeze. The cordate telosma are all dressed up and ready to attend the "evening concert". They make rouge with colorful sunset glow and paint their beautiful cheeks red; They use the golden sunset to make long skirts and put on flexible waist; Ask Brother Xiaohe for a spray and put it in his supple hair ... The willows by the river shed their tall hair, took off their beautiful butterfly knots, bent down and let their long hair fall into the gurgling water, quietly combing it. The naughty river no longer jumps, but flows quietly. All the small fish in the river have gone home. Their parents must have told them to go home for dinner!

The dusk in the country is busy.

"The birds in the western hills return to the forest at dusk", and all kinds of birds are rushing home: father bird should take the food he found home; Mother bird wants to go home and cook; Only those frolicking birds fly unhurriedly on their way home.

The washerwoman by the river came back in twos and threes, chatting about the new things in the village while walking. The laborers who worked in the fields also came back, all carrying farm tools and sweating. In a short time, plumes of smoke rose from the chimneys of every household, and symphonies of pots and pans sounded in the kitchen.

After dinner, many old people get together with pipes to talk about the past and the present. They talked about the Three Kingdoms and Liu Bei. ...

At this time, a bright moon has been vaguely hung in the sky.

Country dusk composition 9 The sun is gradually setting in the west, and dusk follows, the dusk in the country. Everything in this village looks beautiful at dusk. Synthetic network

Seeing the distant countryside getting darker and darker, the birds stopped perching and laughing. The countryside was dyed golden yellow under the oblique light of the sunset, and black kitchen smoke rose on people's roofs. Synthetic network

The well is full of laughter. A group of peasant women are chatting, naughty children are playing by the well, and sometimes they splash some water on others with their hands. How happy they are!

In the river, the fish went home, and the river turned half green, but half was dyed red by the sunset. The primary school students wrote "Country Dusk". It can be said that' a round of setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half river rustling, half river red'. Several thin poinsettias withered by the Liuxia River should be planted by village girls. Both the big red flower and the spotted red flower float in the water, breaking and stretching, and there is a wisp of rouge water, but they are not dizzy.

On the hillside of the country, by the stream, there are clusters of small wild flowers as red as fire and as white as snow. The children in the village call them' nameless flowers'. Their tiny petals, like a few drops of dew on a green leaf, are thick and light in color and extremely inconspicuous. If you are not careful, you will think that they are spots scattered on green leaves. The endless wild flowers, like a huge pink carpet, covered the whole valley of Yuan Ye, reaching into the distant forest, and gradually dimmed with the sunset. There are flocks of chickens and ducks in the grass of the forest. They all stood there quietly, not going home, because there was a beautiful sunset in the sky, and they were obsessed with it. Pigs, sheep and cows in the pigsty are also looking back at the beautiful sunset. Everyone in the field has gone home. They walked and laughed in groups of three. There is a huge old pagoda tree on the edge of the ground, and its trunk needs six people to support it. Its leaves are lush, and its branches go straight into the sky like swords.

The dusk in the country, although not as busy and noisy as the city, has its own style. The dusk in the country is really unforgettable.

10 in the afternoon, the red sun is like a drunk who has drunk a lot of wine, squinting his eyes, taking the mountain as a bed and lying down weakly. At dusk, the drunken man showed his red face, and all the farmers who had worked hard all day went home for dinner.

The dusk in the country is silent, unlike the traffic in the city. I only heard the whispers of cooking, and the smoke from every household slowly flew into the sky. At dinner, everyone was talking and laughing, smelling the fragrance of every dish. Only to see the flying mother looking for worms to feed the birds, mosquitoes began to look for their own "delicious meal."

The mountains in the distance are dark green, and the near sky is white. Even if people are comfortable, they are full of praise. They want to stay at this moment and enjoy the infinite fun that nature has given us. It's really different

After a long time, the sky is no longer white, and the sky is simply "mixed with mountains"; At this time, the big cities are brightly lit, and almost every household has lights on. In rural areas, a little light is your own "guiding light". It's getting dark, so it's hard to see your fingers clearly when you reach out. In the city. ...

It's already seven o'clock in the evening, so we can only bid farewell to the countryside. Not far from grandma's house, our car seems to have entered the "world of water bamboo", and there are piles of water bamboo leaves everywhere. I really want to take a trip to "Whitening World", but I have no time. The leaves of Zizania latifolia piled up into a "hill", and "Zizania latifolia Mountain" occupied more than half of the road. I am watching the "white world" and the bright moonlight. How comfortable!

Country dusk composition 1 1 Country dusk is like a beautiful landscape painting!

Look! The water in the pond is crystal clear and is about to overflow. Fish frolic freely among the weeds. The banks of the pond are covered with green grass. The red sunset is sandwiched between two green peaks, as if a big mouth is swallowing the sunset bit by bit. Groups of returning birds swept across the sky and flew to their warm nests. In the distance, several families are cooking dinner, and smoke from the kitchen rises from their roofs. The pond is like a clever photographer, fixing it all in a photo. A breeze blew, the water waves rippled, and the photos rippled with the water waves ...

At this time, there were waves of flutes in the distance. The voice is low and high. When it's low, it rolls like a bead in a plate. When it is high, it is like a bird's crisp crow, which makes people have to clap their hands and applaud. Gradually, the sound of the flute approached, and I heard a little shepherd boy wearing a ponytail and purple clothes sitting on the back of an ox. Old Niu Yi walked alone, his stomach was as big as a big ball, and his tail swung from side to side. The little shepherd boy leisurely holds a piccolo and plays it at will. The old cow walked through the Woods, across the fields, to the pond and onto the old wooden bridge. Every step it took, it made a faint "crunch" sound, as if the bridge could no longer bear the weight of the old cow. Gradually, the flute sounds farther and farther away. Finally, the flute was no longer heard, and nothing seemed to happen in the Woods, and there was silence again. At this time, the sunset has completely gone down the mountain, leaving only the sunset glow dyed red by the sunset, just like a red ocean, which makes people linger.

The poet Lei Zhen couldn't help reciting this unforgettable "landscape painting": the pond is covered with grass, the slope is covered with water, and the mountain is covered with sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.

Composition of Rural Evening News 12 Last summer vacation, my mother took me back to Xi 'an's grandmother's house to play. One day, my uncle said that it was really beautiful to take my mother and me to play in the mountains! What impressed me the most was the dusk in the country!

The setting sun, like a red-faced drunk who drank too much, fell on the other side of the mountain in the country, reflecting the water and the sky half red and half gold.

The dusk in the country is beautiful and quiet. The flowers and grass on the roadside fell asleep quietly under the touch of the evening breeze. The cordate telosmas are full of energy and ready for the "evening concert". They made rouge with gorgeous sunset glow, painted beautiful faces, made long skirts with golden sunshine, put on flexible waists and asked little black brother for a spray. Stuck in their colorful hair, the naughty river in ............................................................................................................................... no longer jumps, but flows peacefully. The water in the river has closed its eyelids, and water droplets are still hanging on its curved eyelashes. All the small fish in the river have gone home. Their parents must have told them to go home for dinner!

The dusk in the country is lively and lively.

Birds return to the forest at sunset. All kinds of birds hurried home. Father bird had to take the food he found home, mother bird had to go back to cook, and only some playful birds hurried home unhurriedly.

The laundry man by the river walked back in twos and threes with buckets, chatting about the new things in the village while walking. The shepherd boy sat on the back of the cow, singing cheerful songs. People who go to work in the fields also bring farm tools home.

After dinner, some grandfathers squatted together with their pipes, talking about the past and the present, the Three Kingdoms and Liu Bei. ...

Composition of Rural Evening News 13 Vibrant spring is the most beautiful, flowery summer is the most charming, fruitful autumn is the most joyful, snow-covered winter is the most spectacular, and I prefer rural dusk. I like it, not only because of its intoxicating charm, but also because of its life breath.

The fiery sunset dyed the river red, and several fallen leaves flowed down the river. By the river, cattle and sheep drink water, old people fish, adults wash clothes, children splash water, and cheerful magpies sing on the willow tree.

The fiery sunset shines on the earth, and the children who come back from grazing whip those naughty cattle and sheep. The long shadow is the masterpiece of sunset. Some naughty children climbed on the back of the cow and sang songs from their hometown. Those lambs and calves are not idle either. They gently make the sound of baa and Cleisthenes to accompany their children, forming a beautiful "pastoral". Houses surrounded by poplars are even more intoxicating. The afterglow of the sunset shines on the back of the blue-gray tile through the cracks in the trees. The smoke from the kitchen chimneys rises, and under the setting sun, it seems that shy girls are dancing. Swallows under the eaves are flying around in a hurry, still looking for their dinner. In the yard, several chickens and ducks walked leisurely, sticking out their mouths from time to time to peck at the grains left on the ground.

Frogs are chirping merrily on the farmland covered by sunset, and farmers' uncles are happy to carry mature crops home. Gradually, the sunset dragged its long shadow into the night, and the windows of every household flashed with dim lights, flickering and dotted with beautiful and quiet nights. People are immersed in a quiet atmosphere.

The dusk in the countryside is not only like a touching picture, but also like a fascinating piece of music, which makes people linger.

Rural Evening News Composition 14 I have enjoyed the majesty of Mount Tai, the grandeur of the sea and the beauty of Xiangshan, but I like my hometown best, especially the dusk in the countryside. Her beauty fascinates me and makes me linger.

The river at dusk is so quiet, as quiet as a mirror, which can reflect your shadow. At dusk, the river is clear enough to see the sand at the bottom. The river at dusk is so beautiful. The sunset dyed the river red, and a few small white geese remained on the water and left. Several grandfathers are holding fishing rods, quietly waiting for the little fish to take the bait!

On the country road, groups of children are driving groups of cattle and sheep on their way home. They are wearing hats with a string of grasshoppers on them. Their lovely little hands are carrying baskets full of grass and humming country songs. Their faces are full of smiles. Herds of sheep and calves are enjoying themselves. Although their stomachs are full, they still don't forget to lower their heads and chew a few mouthfuls of grass.

In the small courtyard of the farmhouse, chickens and ducks are walking slowly to get ready for sleep, and there are wisps of light smoke floating in the chimney. I don't know who cooked the food. It smells delicious and makes people drool. Can't help but speed up the pace of going home.

What a beautiful country! How beautiful the dusk in the country is! Just like a beautiful picture scroll, people will never forget it!

I like the dusk in the country!

Country Evening News Composition 15 The sunset falls on the other side of the country mountain like a drunken red-faced drunk, reflecting the water and the sky half red and half gold.

The dusk in the country is beautiful and quiet. The flowers and grass on the roadside fell asleep quietly under the touch of the evening breeze. The cordate telosma are all dressed up and ready to attend the "evening concert". They make rouge with gorgeous sunset glow and paint their beautiful red faces; Make a long skirt with golden sunshine and put on a flexible waist; Ask little black brother for a spray and plug in his colorful hair ... The weeping willows by the river spread out their high hairpins, took off their beautiful butterfly knots, bent down, and let their long hair fall into the gurgling water and wash and dress quietly. The naughty river no longer jumps, but flows quietly. The water lilies in the river closed their eyelids, and water droplets were still hanging on their curved eyelashes. All the small fish in the river have gone home. Their parents must have told them to go home for dinner!

The dusk in the country is lively and lively.

"At sunset, the birds from the Western Hills are in Guilin." All kinds of birds are rushing home. Father bird wants to take the food he found home, mother bird wants to go back to cook, and only some playful birds are slowly rushing home.

The washerwoman by the river went back in twos and threes with buckets. Talking about the new things in the village while walking, the shepherd boy sitting on the back of the cow came back with his pockets full of sour and sweet wild fruits. The strong laborers who worked in the fields also went home, all carrying farm tools and sweating. In a short time, plumes of smoke rose from the chimneys of every household, and symphonies of pots and pans sounded in the kitchen. After dinner, some old people squatted together with cigarette holders to talk about ancient times, the Three Kingdoms and Liu Bei. ...

At this time, a crescent moon has hung faintly in the night sky.