How to write the composition of spring scenery in Jixian county

Composition on Spring Scenery in Jixian County

The warm sunshine makes people feel comfortable all over, and the wind makes them feel more relaxed. The fields green with spring breeze are filled with fresh and strong earthy breath.

childish children, running hard, take advantage of the wind and send their kites to the sky. Accompanied by the fathers, the corners of the mouth showed a gratified smile. It seems that I have found my lost childlike innocence in my own children. Standing there, squinting, staring.

They watched their kites fly, and they also showed their innocent dimples. I accidentally fell down. No! It's intentional. I deliberately let myself fall. Not to get dad's attention, but to lie on this green carpet and suck the faint scent of grass. Soft, really comfortable, face close contact. Close your eyes, get tired and have a rest. Dad knew, smiled and sat down.

after a while, I feel comfortable enough, open my eyes and keep running. They are impatient. Dad also stood up and followed slowly behind. The puppy is here, too, as if catching something and forming a downhill posture. Fiercely rushed to the grass, and rolled in the grass, biting. It can be seen that they are playing, and they are very happy and cute.

The kites in the blue sky are floating and rippling. The wind above seems to be very strong, the kite seems to be breaking free, and it feels like riding the wind and waves. Little wildflowers have also ascended to the sky, with the gradual extension of the line. Below, they are weaving a dream of flying. Let this line connect with the sky, pour it cheerfully and communicate heartily!

There were companions in the field, and they immediately became one, melting into one, expressing a happy time.

It's getting late. They have already put away their kites and gone home. The cheers and slapstick in the field suddenly disappeared and became quiet. Only a few sentimentally attached puppies are left playing with great interest.

On the other side of the mountain, Sunset is holding a lute and covering her face, just like a shy little girl staring at all this with her tender eyes.

At the moment, the farmer who is farming in the field has also packed up his farm tools, shouldered his hoe, carried the spring mud on the corners of his trousers that were rolled up so high, and stepped on the field road with the afterglow, gradually pulling his back longer and longer.

Swallows, with worms in their mouths, hover in circles under the red sky. The little swallows in the nest, just born soon, still unable to keep their eyes open, are screaming with their mouths wide open, obviously hungry, waiting for the mother swallow to return, feed and be fed.

In the countryside, smoke from cooking stoves rises everywhere. It is a mellow and rich smell of rice, a call to go home, and a relief when you are hungry.

the stream reflecting the afterglow of the sunset is still gurgling. The fish in the water are still swimming happily. The wind in the evening is still so refreshing and comfortable, and several geese are gradually changing from red to dark. Where are they going? Is it the same as anxious to return?

The soil next to the bamboo is loose, and the little guy is ready to move, trying to break through the ground. It seems that the spring bamboo shoots will emerge soon and grow in the wind.