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Excellent composition on rural roads
The Spring Festival is coming soon, and my parents and I have returned to my hometown-Dali County.
When I got off the bus, I smelled the fragrance of the soil in my hometown. I took a deep breath of the fresh air in my hometown and immediately felt very comfortable. My parents and I took to the country road leading to our village.
I walked ahead with relaxed and happy steps, looking at the endless farmland, and I couldn't help but feel amazed. In the past, new life grew on barren land, and pieces of barren land without food became farmland and green malt grew. The small trees in my memory are towering into the sky, and the "old soil" covered with soil is gone. On the road, there are modern farmers wearing new clothes. Looking at the village in my hometown, the thatched cottage in the past disappeared and was replaced by a beautiful two-story building ... In short, my hometown has changed and become prosperous.
I carefully observed the wheat fields by the roadside. The green malt has begun to turn green and grow. It's ten centimeters tall, just like a newborn baby. They are extremely curious about the outside world and feel fresh. They stick their little heads out of the soil and cran their necks to look at this strange world.
I went to a pile of firewood and looked up. Ah, such a tall and big pile of firewood. I looked at the firewood pile and remembered what my mother told me. In the past, every family had little firewood, because most of the firewood came from the branches of crops, but at that time, people were always hungry. Where do they come from, such as Mike, corn and cotton? But now, the countryside has a bumper harvest every year. Coupled with the planned grain sold by farmers to the state, the surplus grain is filled with granaries of every household, and firewood is inexhaustible.
I looked at the field and found that the ox was gone, but there were brand-new tractors running around the field. Now, farmers have embarked on the road to wealth, and every household has lived a rich life. Farmers always have a happy smile on their faces.
I have walked the road of my hometown many times, and there will always be some changes every time I walk here. Next year, I will walk this path, and the fields and villages in my hometown will definitely have greater changes. I silently wish farmers richer and their hometown richer.
The sun sets and the autumn wind blows gently, bringing coolness. I am walking on a country road.
Looking up at the sky, there is not a white cloud in the sky, as clean as a painter's canvas. The sunset on the horizon turned white bit by bit, splitting the sky in half, and the original blue canvas disappeared. The part below the sun changes from light red to deep red and then to light purple; The upper part of the sun extends from light yellow to light blue. All this is done quietly, and every time I look up, I will sigh at the magical power of nature, a magician.
While I was enjoying this outstanding painting, an intermittent flute sound came into my eardrum. I looked into the distance. It turned out to be a shepherd boy, riding on the back of an ox and playing piccolo. The shepherd boy put the piccolo on his mouth, his eyes closed slightly, and blew out one melodious tune after another. I listened carefully to the music created by this young musician. It is not the most beautiful, but it is unique and only belongs to the countryside. Country songs, coupled with the crisp flute sound, give people an ethereal feeling, make people see a quiet and peaceful picture, and produce many fantasies. I couldn't help humming a country tune to the flute, and the old cow looked up and stopped eating grass, as if listening to the young master's flute, and she was intoxicated. When she heard the joy, she even let out a cry of "Cleisthenes".
Watching the shepherd boy fade away, my eyes returned to the things on both sides of the path. On the right, there is an old tree whose leaves have turned yellow. Leaves rustle when the breeze blows gently. Then, dozens of leaves fell in succession. They are yellow butterflies, the messengers of Miss Qiu. Some leaves drifted to the path with the wind, decorating the originally dim path with a new look. On the left side of the path, there is a small pond. There are some lotus leaves floating on the pond, and there are some frolicking fish hidden under the lotus leaves. They swam around underwater, chasing each other, and fish surfaced from time to time, spitting bubbles. Not far away, there is a small village with a white roof and a brown outer wall. Simple and elegant, the houses are next to each other. Not only is it not crowded, but it looks patchy. At night, many people's chimneys have been filled with smoke and become a landscape on the path.
I walked along the country road, listening to the rustling of leaves under my feet and looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me. All my troubles have vanished, replaced by a happy and relaxed mood. This is a gift from the country road.
Excellent composition 3 I did badly in the math exam on the country road, so I dared not go home, so I went to my cousin's house to hide. On the way, I saw an old man pulling a cart by the roadside.
The old man's clothes are in rags. In winter, he wears a pair of thin trousers and pink earmuffs. The wrinkles on his face cover his thin face like earthworms. Some passers-by quietly avoided him, but I remembered the "morality" and "conscience" that my mother talked about every day. I think all the friends next to me are blinking. They understood my intention, but they were embarrassed. I ignored my friends and the ridicule of passers-by and rushed forward to help push the cart.
After all, children are children, and the car is fast for a while and slow for a while. Fortunately, the partners came to help. We smiled at each other and tried to push the cart. I hold the rear of the car with one hand and the firewood with the other, then push with all my strength, then use one foot as recoil, lift one foot and put all my strength on it as recoil. When I push, the speed is obviously much faster. With the help of the three of us, the old man obviously didn't work so hard. He has just loosened his teeth, his veins stood out have recovered a lot, and his tight pace has slowed down a lot.
The old man probably felt something was wrong. Looking back, we immediately hid behind the firewood. As soon as the old man turned around, we came out to help him push the cart. Later, when we came to a slope, we were exhausted and no one wanted to push any more. At this time, I don't know who said, "Put on the red scarf and go!" "yes! Go! " I also said. So we put on the red scarf and pushed harder. Some people can't hold on, so they put their backs on the back of the car and support them with their feet. No one gives up, they always feel that there is a force driving us to stick to it. Finally, the car went over the slope and the old man got home. He never found us. After pushing the car, everyone was sweating, but no one took off the red scarf on his chest.
I didn't go to my cousin's house, but ran home. I want to tell my mother my grades, because I tried my best in exams and life!
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