To excellent composition

Whether you are at school or stepping into the society, when it comes to composition, you must be familiar with it. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my excellent composition, I hope it will help everyone.

At six o'clock in the morning, in my hometown, I opened my sleepy eyes and woke up my parents. When I am ready, we will go up the mountain with grandma to pick edible wild fruits.

The path is flanked by rice fields. The once green seedlings turned golden yellow, and the heavy ears of rice bent down, giving off a refreshing fragrance of rice. On the winding field road, people lined up and walked carefully, as if they were coming out of a painting.

Finally, I reached the other side and came to a high mountain. And my heart is still thinking about last night in the vegetable garden pond, thinking about whether there are loaches in it. It may be raining, and the path to the top of the mountain is a little slippery. In the countryside, chickens and ducks came out for activities, and several dogs joined in the fun, barking and scaring away some chickens. I haven't noticed a bunch of green bananas hanging on several humble banana trees, and I can vaguely see the yellow figure.

I didn't see many mountain fruits along the way, and I didn't pick half a bag halfway up the mountain. Looking at the distant mountain, there is a thin layer of white gauze around the mountainside, as if she were tied with a white apron. "Wow, look, so many!" Grandma's phone call caught our attention. Unconsciously, we came to a tree full of fruit. Everyone began to get busy, and soon they picked two big bags of wild fruits and returned with a full load.

When I got home, I pestered my grandfather to close the net. Grandpa ignored me and had to agree. But there is only one loach on the Internet. I volunteered to catch it desperately. Look carefully: this loach has rows of black spots, a few beards on its mouth and smooth skin. It struggled desperately in my palm, trying to get rid of it.

It's getting late, and it will be evening soon. Looking at the slowly falling sunset, I am full of expectations for a better tomorrow.

Using the examination room of the college entrance examination, I got rid of all the heavy work and came to my hometown Nanpiao. This is a green season, not as hot as the previous summer vacation. Everything is warm. The sky in Nanpiao is always so bright and paved, and the innocent blue in the eyes looks up and can't see the margin, just disappearing into the distant mountains, connected with the continuous green. South drift gave me the sky-the pure and clear sky that is often covered by tall buildings in the city. I like it here, perhaps because of the nostalgia for my homeland inherent in my soul, or because this simple nature calls me. I always want to come here when I am in a gloomy mood. Like my mother, it will greet all my sorrows with her gentle arms and accept all the stings from all directions.

All my thoughts are always flying in this picturesque hometown, perhaps always small. I don't feel homesick or anything stuck in my heart, but I occasionally encounter this kind of light and shadow in my dream, just like a gentle woman who once smiled at me in my dream. Then, it will be unforgettable. Walking on the road, I only feel the sound of kicking stones is cheerful. When I got to grandma's house downstairs, I saw those crawling ants again. It seems that the ants in my hometown are always black and big. They will crawl around in front of you and twist their black tentacles without bending down to look for them carefully. I was a little afraid of them, because I was bitten by this ant when I was a child, leaving one or two red and swollen bags, and I was worried for a long time. At that time, I also knew that ants are annoying-any darkness may be formed by neglected nuances. But now it seems that this is also the trace of my life here, although it was left in such a slightly painful way. Because it is my hometown and the countryside, this period of time often gives me countless flashes of inspiration and reverie. It seems that in this real beauty, I can completely release my soul, let it be free and let it radiate warmth.

Perhaps this is a deeper emotion than love.

The most beautiful snow country in winter is the snow mountain, the white clouds hanging on the roof and the laughter of children in the snow.

Looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, I can only see that in this extremely precious picture scroll, the white and shining snow is against the blue sky, and the passing clouds are as white as snow, but the clouds are darker than before.

Walking into the snow-capped mountains and touching the snow, I only felt the snow particles rustling, melting immediately, leaving like lightning and disappearing like invisibility. The snow on the mountain is not uniform in color, some are dazzling white, and some are bright white, just like pearls, milk and white paper.

Walking into the depths of the snow-capped mountains, I marveled at their whiteness. I have seen white clouds as white as snow and pure natural milk, but I have never seen the whiteness of snow-capped mountains. They are as white as milk, as white as walls and even whiter than white clouds.

Moving on, we saw a village surrounded by mountains. The village is surrounded by mountains, and the smoke from the kitchen chimney is particularly white against the snow-capped mountains. Look at the snow on the roof, some hanging on the eaves; Some simply hang on the roof and roll into a circle, like a lump of cream, which makes people drool.

In the snow, it is often seen that children have been fighting in the snow. This snowfield is yours and this snowfield is ours. Why? We saw it first. I said, come on, it's snowing heavily here! No, it won't! Ok, ok, oh, miss, I'll give it to you, ok? This is a group of boys and girls fighting for white land. Then, the female leader walked away, and the male leader returned disappointed. When the boys saw it, they all rolled up their sleeves and had a snowball fight with bare arms. I thought to myself: aren't they afraid of the cold? In this cold snow, the children's breath draws a beautiful arc, adding more laughter to the snowy countryside in winter.

If I go to the snow mountain again, I will grab a handful of snow grains from the snow mountain and a handful of cream from the snow country, which will bring you a piece of children's laughter.

My mother put two gift boxes in the shopping cart with a look of indifference. A star is beaming, smiling cautiously on the golden red package of the gift box, showing eight teeth.

I haven't figured out how to respond to her words. My mother has already pushed the car away. I ran after her, thinking it was better to be silent, so I unlocked the screen of my mobile phone and looked at a few scattered messages on QQ.

Going to school in other places really made me feel free and fly away, but that doesn't mean I can get rid of my mother's control. When I first arrived in the field, two calls were dialed to our dormitory one day. After a long time, the frequency of my phone call with my mother began to decline. After one year of school, it dropped sharply to once every two months. I won't answer the phone on the grounds of reviewing the shower, not because my mother is bored, but because I'm alone, with no big problem, and my life is dull and peaceful, so there's probably nothing to say.

After my mother made a routine inspection of my life and study, the sudden freedom cheered me up. When I get home, I find that my mother is still the same mother. She will be strict with me, criticize me and blame me, but now I have too little time to get along with her. She is willing to cover up the devil's gesture with infinite gentleness, because I didn't have enough time to go home from vacation to make her angry for me, so I only have gentleness.

In this unusual tenderness, I began to get used to enjoying my mother's meticulous care and love, and gradually, I was spoiled by my mother. When going to school outside, a person propped up his own little world. When I got home, I put my clothes to my mouth and hid in the small bedroom. I didn't want to move, just wanted to drown in my mother's unusual gentleness.

It turns out that such a mother also has a bottom line.

Finally, one day during the long summer vacation, she tore off her gentle mask.

My demon mother is back. It seems that she is used to life without me, so she began to scold me again.

The scenery of my hometown is like a flowing picture, printed in the sky, reflected on the ground and printed in my heart. -inscription

My hometown is a small village, surrounded by mountains and seas.

In the morning, the sun rises from the place where the sea meets the sky. The sun shines on the sea through layers of Wei Yun, sparkling, and the wind stirs up layers of waves, rushing to chase and rushing to the shore.

The villagers began to work at sunrise. In the fields and fishing boats, the sound of shovels waving and fishing nets entering the water sounds like a different symphony ... "Laughter thunders and flail rings all night." Rich fruits are watered with sweat, and the simple and hardworking quality of the older generation has influenced generation after generation.

There is a locust tree forest in front of the mountain. April is the time when Sophora japonica blooms. In the morning, Sophora japonica dipped in the morning dew, crystal clear and elegant, just like bathing, stretching its posture against the rising sun. The breeze blew, and the air was filled with flowers, which came from far away and smelled fragrant for a hundred miles. People float in the fragrance of Sophora japonica, and the fragrance is constantly immersed in their hearts. No matter how many years I have left my hometown, the flowers in my dream are still thick or light, far or near, and they have become a wisp of heart fragrance that I walk and cherish.

The mountains are deep and far away, the rivers are deep and the water plants are flourishing, and the orioles are melodious. People who worked all day fell asleep listening to this wonderful song. At night, the sea breeze blows and the sky is full of stars, just like throwing a handful of silver particles into the sky, which is breathtaking. This is the real Xinghai, the sea of stars! The sea and sky are connected in the distance, and there is no end in sight; The nearby starry sky meets the sea, just like a beautiful picture of the blending of Xinghai, touching and shocking!

Oh, the industrious quality of the older generation, the fragrant scent of Sophora japonica, the deep mountains and old forests, and the sparkling Xinghai have made a mellow pastoral rhyme that haunts my heart from time to time. ...

I was born in the country and grew up here. Every grass and tree here has original pure fragrance. The scenery in the countryside is naturally different from that in big cities.

rain

The rain in the country is beautiful. There will be wind before it rains. When the wind comes, the leaves rustle and fly in the wind. Like a light butterfly. Rain always comes unexpectedly at this time. First, small raindrops wet the grass. It is getting bigger and bigger, like an invisible cloth, covering the distant mountains. The whole mountain village seems to be walking in clouds, with a hazy charm. The rain stopped and the water in the pond rose a lot. Overflowing layers of ripples, like waves in music, like carols left by rain. The quiet mountain forest echoed with the song of the soul, as if this song was the only one that was quietly sung repeatedly. ...

snow

We have been looking forward to snow in the country for a year. When the eaves are a little gray, there will always be a group of children frolicking in the open space next to the lobby. Take away the green leaves, take away the blue sky, take away the transparency of water, leaving only white. This white is very clean, not contaminated with all the noise in the world. Nothing in the world can compare with its purity. The child can't stay. They always want to go out to run and jump. They broke the mirror and turned it into a vivid landscape. My face is always red and lovely. There is ice on the water, and there are always a few brave people running to play on the ice. When they stamp their feet, the ice will crack a trace, but it is not necessarily broken. It's really weird. But adults don't allow us to play like this, so we make faces at her and run away without a trace. Everyone can't do anything about us, so they have to go back. We smiled proudly behind us, and the laughter spread far and far. ...

There are many rural scenery and the road is endless. You still come to our mountain village for ten days and a half, and you don't want to go home!

April is the busiest time in the countryside. Every household is transplanting rice, fertilizing and cultivating land. ...

In this beautiful month, our family came to grandma's house. Grandma lives in the undeveloped countryside, where there are rice fields everywhere, no tall buildings in the city, no car horns and no busy streets. The air in the country is so fresh and the sky is still so clear. Seeing such beautiful scenery, I always want to sing a song to express my joy. I lay quietly on the grass and looked at the blue sky. The white clouds in the sky are like a naughty child, which turns into a galloping horse and a lovely white rabbit. Very interesting ...

I often go to the grass to play and occasionally lie on the grass and look up at the sky. As soon as I looked at it, I forgot the time. When the sun slipped into the middle of the sky, it suddenly shouted. It turns out that my grandmother is asking me to eat! I walked quickly to my grandmother's house and smelled the fragrance before I entered the door. Look at scrambled eggs with tomatoes, red and yellow. Have a taste, just like court food. Although they are all home-cooked dishes, everything seems to be more delicious than before. So this is the smell of the country.

After lunch, I went to the canal in the field to catch fish with a bucket and a fishing net. Small fish always swim around and seem to be playing everywhere. My fishing net goes to the left, and it swims to the right. It's very clever. After a while, it seemed tired of playing and disappeared under the stone in a blink of an eye. I was not convinced, so I tossed and turned under the stone. Unexpectedly, I accidentally fell into the mud pit and turned into a clay doll. I turned left and right and returned to my grandmother's house, which made everyone laugh.

How interesting the countryside is!

After the rain, the air is so fresh. Although it is still cloudy, I can feel a little sunshine shooting at the earth, and warmth and sunny are constantly intertwined in my nerves. The sky is still filled with faint gray fog. I really want another storm. The treetops are shaking and the grass is shaking. I can feel a new world. The rain added a lot of fun to nature. Although my lily has experienced wind and rain, it still stands upright. There are a few drops of rain beads on the petals, and the pollen is close to the petals. The color is still so enchanting and charming, and the stem is so beautiful. Go outside, wow! There is a building in front of me, but the spectacular sight above the building shocked me. A layer of black clouds fluttered there, as if to pour out a rainstorm in thousands of feet, but the sky in the north was white. I can't believe my eyes. They are far apart, gray and shocking.

A dragonfly flew over on the swing over there and kept swinging. Doesn't it know that it is tired? I know, it will be selfless dedication, it used its hard work for the children's happiness, it is its childhood playmate, but also my favorite playmate, no matter how heavy the rain, its rope bolt is always so hard, and its load can be two people. On the edge of the grass on the hillside in the distance, many butterflies are dancing. They seem to be the disseminators of dance. They are quicksand in the dance. In another thousand years, sand will not leak out, because they will be handed down. Hey, what's that yellow one? I paced three feet and stripped the grass, and finally I uncovered the hidden mystery-lily, which looks like lily, is golden yellow and has the same noble color as the queen. It has a good texture and looks like it was carved out of yellow mud.

Everything after the rain is the magic of nature. Rain is the mother of life, and it is shining. Hometown after Rain is my favorite. Although the rainbow is not depicted this time, I believe its freshness will definitely infect more people. Oh, I love my hometown after the rain, and I love everything after the rain!

Excellent rural composition 9. The flowing water, simple and heavy houses and endless Yun Lan tell the beauty of hometown; Sweet bugs, kitchen smoke fluttering with the wind, hardworking and capable villagers sing the warmth of their hometown.

My hometown is a village in a small county in Shaoguan, Guangdong. There is no traffic in the city, no gorgeous high-rise buildings, but it has a unique charm.

The sun rises at first sight. Get dressed, get up, push the door and go out, and you will see tall and green trees, full of vitality in the morning light, and the fresh air will come to your face. Stand a little, take a breath of air full of vegetation, and suddenly feel refreshed. In the fields, people can be seen from a distance working hard, hoeing, hoeing, sowing and fertilizing. They moisten the land with hard sweat and sow the future. They work at sunrise and return at sunset, which is exactly their portrayal. From the treetops and roofs came one bird after another, like whistles and sounds of nature.

The breeze blows your face, strolls along the narrow path and savors the beauty of the countryside. On the roadside, the flowers bloom brightly, like a shy smiling girl, slim and graceful; Flourishing leaves, staggered green leaves, surrounded by colorful clouds. Seeing this situation, I feel very comfortable and can't help but praise it.

Quietly, in the late morning. Smoke billowed from the roofs of every household, and the smell of food in the air made people want to stop. The whole family is full, eating delicious food, picking up food from each other, raising glasses and drinking, and laughing and telling anecdotes in the country. There is a deep affection here, and the laughter is also a beautiful scenery in my hometown.

In the afternoon, the family sat on the floor, tasted cakes, drank green tea and talked a lot. "Have you harvested?" "come on This year, the weather is good and the food is bumper! " I didn't realize that dusk had come. The sun shed its beautiful golden feathers, fell into the sky and broke into stars in the dark. A full and beautiful day will be over.

On the day of turning pages, I walked a lot and saw a lot of scenery. Most of them have been forgotten, but the scene of living in my hometown is still printed in my mind. Whenever I think of them, I feel warm.

Xiang you composition 10 winter vacation, return home.

From a distance, I can see several old houses, which still retain their old appearance. Wooden door panels, dark red mottled cracks, are the erosion of years. The original lime peeled off, revealing a big ugly scar. The corner is covered with cobwebs, and the windowsill is covered with pickles, which smells disgusting. At home, it's dusty and choking. Not far away, a small villa wrapped in a garden looks out of place. I can't play in the street without friends to chat. In the country, it seems a bit boring.

Bored and wandering, the garden door was open and I stepped into the garden. The garden is paved with gravel roads and strolls along the path. Pale yellow plum blossoms are in full bloom. The wind with the fragrance of writing plum blossoms, gently blowing across the cheeks, with a little coolness, but also reassuring. A small river surrounds the garden. There are many fish playing in the river. They were fascinated by it and heard some parrots in a trance. Looking back, it turned out to be a birdcage in the pavilion. Sitting in the pavilion, enjoying the beautiful scenery, I also remembered that the New Year is coming and spring is not far away. It's interesting to think so, in the countryside.

Without the noise and dust of the city, the countryside can be regarded as a clean place. There are not so many complicated things and so many complicated people here. People are not so eager to smile and chat with each other enthusiastically. Maybe this is what this city lacks. We are busy running and chasing in the city, living a fast-paced life, but rarely remember to stop and have a look at the scenery along the way. But in the countryside, we can take a leisurely look at the nature we missed.

Now, however, there are fewer and fewer people in the village, which seems to be less lively than when I was a child. With the old man gone, the young people are reluctant to go to town, leaving some people to guard the empty house. Maybe I don't feel lonely either. I farm fields and flowers, and sometimes I go shopping with my wife. The neighbors outside the village are also very enthusiastic.

Dazzling, at dusk, the village became quiet and gradually drowned in the golden dust of the sunset. ...

There is no dusk in the city. The dusk in the countryside is vast and broad. On the evening of summer, when the wind blows, the fragrance of the lotus pond is dispersed and it is wet in the small courtyard where the rain continues. That smell has traces of water on it. ...

Ordinary summer means a long school life, sitting in an airtight classroom, sweating all over learning to recite, obsessed with those strange and evasive words ... Only this summer is unusual, it allows me to spend a quiet day in the country without fighting with that word.

In the countryside, beside the old house, morning glory scrambled to climb the fence; At night, it is cooler even in summer; The evening breeze brushed my face, with a hint of coolness. I like summer in the country.

I sat under the pomegranate tree on the edge of the old house, looking into the distance, watching the vast expanses of flaming clouds in the sky slowly recede, leaving a shadow; The shadow of the returning bird swept across the sky and flew to an unknown distance. At such a moment, I turned my head and saw the continuous terraces behind the old house, and my mouth rose slightly. In a month or two, a piece of gold will be all over the hillside. At that time, the sound of threshing and cutting grain will reverberate in the valley, just like nature.

Looking back, it was getting dark, and the stars were already shining. How can you see such bright stars in the city? The smoke from the chimney in the farmer's kitchen disappeared into the boundless twilight. The wind is blowing, the air is filled with fragrance, and you can vaguely see shepherds leading the shadow of cattle through Shan Ye.

Get up, walk to the door, gently push the door open, warm light flows out from the crack of the door and into the body, and the aroma of the food comes to the nose. In the room, there are brothers and sisters reading books and building blocks together, and grandparents reading newspapers in the living room. I stood on tiptoe and walked in gently for fear of breaking this beauty. The table is full of color, smell and taste. Five dishes and one soup are carefully arranged in the shape of a flower. Although they are all common side dishes, does it still feel different for the whole family to form a table?

Summer in the country is comfortable; Summer in the countryside is inexhaustible warmth.

On a Saturday morning in Wan Li, our teacher organized us to have a spring outing in Sanjiao Township. We were very excited, and everyone was talking and laughing all the way.

As soon as we arrived in Zhou Fang, Sanjiao Town, we smelled the fragrance of rape flowers. From a distance, we seem to be in a golden sea of flowers. Some rape blossoms are as tall as me, and some rape blossoms are taller than me. A gust of wind blew the rape flowers from side to side, like a girl dancing in a golden dress. Those falling petals are like fairies falling from the sky. Bees work hard here, and butterflies dance for bees. The slender green stems set off many golden flowers. It looks simple and gorgeous. When rape blossoms wither, rape pods will grow. Peel off the rape pod and you will have the fruit of rape.

"wow! Come and see, there are many little frogs here. " We were all attracted by the crying. We first saw a frog in the stream, and then we found many frogs. My brother reached into the stream to catch frogs, slipped and fell into the stream. Everyone laughed when they saw it. He blushed at once and smiled shyly. I also tried to catch some frogs, but I couldn't catch them.

Just as we were grasping hard, suddenly, there came a voice: "Come and see, uncle farmer, what are you doing?" We all went to see the farmer's uncle. After a while, I realized that the farmer's uncle was planting cottonseed. So the students also experienced it. I saw some students digging, and some students put cotton seeds in nutrition bowls. ...

Unconsciously, it was already 12 noon, and we reluctantly left Triangle Township. I can't help but sigh: "Triangle Township is really a place that people can't forget to return."

Fan Chengda said, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." But in my heart, the most beautiful thing is the simple beauty of my hometown all year round!

"The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke." This well-known poem just corresponds to the spring scenery in my hometown. The warm sunshine in February sprinkled on the earth, and the willow trees in the forest spit out fresh leaves, and the green willow branches poured down like thousands of ribbons, swaying with the wind! The oriole motioned for other birds to stand on the branch and sing in unison. Adults who are busy with farm work are looking forward to a good harvest this year under the tree, and children are playing in groups under the willow tree. Laughter spread in all directions with the spring breeze.

"The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely colorful, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different color", as if written for the summer scenery in my hometown. The footsteps of summer come quietly, and the lotus blooms one after another because of the excitement in my heart. The petals are white and flawless. The glittering and translucent water drops roll on the green lotus leaf, which seems to be in a dreamy fairy tale world from a distance. The villagers who rolled up their trouser legs smiled and sat by the lotus pond, stroking the petals occasionally like their own children. At this moment, it seems that the whole world is quiet.

"In the rice fragrance, say harvest and listen to frogs", several figures describe the joy of autumn harvest. Full ears of wheat bent the waist of straw. Farmers' uncles rushed into the golden ocean with sickles, waving their hands, and the heavy ears of grain fell like defeated soldiers one by one. Then, like ants moving, they carried the millet from the rice fields to the dam. Looking at piles of grain like hills, they smiled happily!

"Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow, and similarities and differences are wonderful." Winter swept through with invincible momentum. Snow girl is flying all over the sky in the silent night in the countryside, and the plum blossoms in the corner stand proudly. At this point, the snow-white Mei Jie, Dimfragrance floating! This kind of beautiful scenery should only be available in my hometown!

The beauty of hometown is a simple feast; This is a spiritual wash. I love the beautiful scenery in my hometown!

That spring, the mountains were green, and the trees and grass were green. After several spring rains, the seedlings everywhere are even more intoxicating.

It is this temptation that makes me have a whim and want to go for a walk in other places. Early in the morning, stepping on the ridge carefully and looking up are "light green" and "oily embellishment". Everything is soaked in the morning dew, bright green and smooth. The seedlings are not tall, but they stand upright, holding their heads high, comfortably influencing the spring breeze, digging out green silk screens in the green ocean, spreading white clouds on the horizon, and overlapping in Xia Hong on the edge of the sun. I suddenly found that my heart was also fluctuating, and a delicate but unrestrained emotion was growing. Looking around, the green seedlings in front of us seem to be turning into a dynamic giant, indomitable spirit! Yes, giant! Drive away the chaos in winter and open up a vibrant green giant.

Savoring every feeling, I am immersed in green waves. I am surprised at myself, as if there is some magical power affecting my mood, which makes me so fond of, so appreciative of and so moved by this previously dismissive pastoral scenery! Is it the shyness and immaturity of loving green leaves? Or obsessed with the flexibility and beauty of thin stems? I looked down to find the source of my feelings.

Suddenly looked up, my heart thumped, what a warm scene! A slightly thin seedling, probably can't stand the chill in the morning, shivering in the morning wind. Suddenly, countless heads stuck out to ask questions, countless bodies bent down to protect it from the wind, and countless arms opened to keep it warm ... I was deeply moved. In emotion, I suddenly found the power to touch my heartstrings-the power to fascinate me-the tacit understanding of holding hands, the unity of thousands of hands! For an instant, I seemed to realize that any beauty is a combination-a combination of unity and tacit understanding!

Ah, this rural scenery-beautiful, United and inspiring!

15 The sun is scorching. Have you ever had a cool Fuzhen tea on the road? If you have drunk it, you will feel that this cool Fuzhen tea contains a strong human touch.

In June and July when the stove is on fire, most people enjoy the cool in the air-conditioned room. However, in the streets of Wenzhou, there is a particularly beautiful scenery-a free love tea supply point. Surprisingly, most of the people who serve you are retired caring volunteers-grandparents. A simple awning can't cover Xia Xiong's hot lanterns, but the cups of fragrant and affectionate Fu tea under the awning bring incomparable coolness and comfort to the people who are on their way.

Volunteers burned several barrels of poria tea on the table early in the morning, waiting for the arrival of customers. Their faces are full of smiles, and they stand up from time to time to say hello: come and have a rest, come to our place for a cup of herbal tea and continue! It happened that my father and I went to the library that day and heard warm greetings from the old people. We stopped the car decisively and drank a cup of cool poria tea, which was really sweeter than honey. In my heart, from Beijing to Guangzhou has always been sweet. When you leave, don't forget to take away a cup full of love. I want to take it back to my mother. When I left, I came to them and thanked them again and again: Grandpa. Grandma, you have worked hard! It's great to be able to serve us at such a big age! The old people smiled easily and replied: nothing. We just burned a pot of Fuzhen tea for everyone to cool off the heat, and we won't be tired.

Under the scorching sun, do you smell the love contained in the cups of fuzhou tea? Do you feel the warmth in it? Have you ever tasted the human feelings contained in it? This cup of fragrant Zhu Fu tea is love, warmth and April day on earth!