Paragraph describing rural scenery

1. In the morning, before people wake up the fish in the river, they use their pennies to smash their dreams. The fog was thick, and no one could be seen on the other side. When the two boats approached each other, I broke out in a cold sweat. They kept saying it was a good chance, but the boats were already more than a foot away. There is an old fisherman here. He is seventy-eight years old, with white hair and a childlike face, and a voice like a bell. "Selling small fish and shrimps -", ??although it is an ordinary shout, it makes people feel as if they have woken up and drank a cup of strong tea, feeling comfortable and full of body fluids. Occasionally, there is a lazy man on the boat who drank too much last night. He climbed out of the cabin in a daze and looked at the dark sky. He stood at the stern of the boat and let out a line of turbid urine. I rarely get scolded by my wife, and I have to carry cooking water from the river! There are often two cute little birds catching the tips of the willow trees by the river, looking at each other, chirping and chirping, cuddling with each other with infinite tenderness. A pair of carps that came out for air in the morning took advantage of the mist to play happily, regardless of the old fisherman's envious and helpless gaze. The sky is getting brighter and the sun is shining, dispersing the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came to life. When farmers get up early, they do two things: pour night incense and cook breakfast. In this place, people's latrines are often right by the river, and the host and the hostess do their own thing without conflict, without feeling anything wrong. Later, the village was bustling with excitement, students went to school, farmers went to the fields, and workers worked.

2. In the early morning, I always wake up naturally and look at the light outside the wooden window getting brighter and brighter. The chirping of the birds gradually decreases from the lively and noisy chirping. I think they are catching bugs after the party. Went. Occasionally, a melodious singer would come and fly away. I got up and looked at the time on my phone. It was not yet six o'clock. The sun had already risen between the trees, casting light lightly on the east wall. The light cast into the room covered the floating dust, and the small particles rose happily in the light. Sinking, like a morning dance. I packed up my mother's clothes, pushed her to sit in the sunshine, and started making breakfast. Because there is no sense of time in rural life, everything can be done leisurely.

There is a trail in the countryside. There are flowers on both sides of the trail that are fragrant. The intoxicating fragrance intoxicates the children running in March in the spring. The trail in the countryside is the story of March extending through the countryside. In the countryside Countless fathers and fellow villagers passed by on the path. There were innocent children walking through the country path holding spring kites, there were rural old people walking through the path holding the old cows that had been plowed in the evening, and there were rural girls shaking their dark, thick and shiny Braids walked along the path, and a strong young man walked along the path carrying two full buckets. A cheerful song was sung on the country path every day. The cheerful song sang the beautiful story of spring in March into the distance. of fields extending.

There is a trail in the countryside. The trail is the story of spring. Countless simple folks pass by the trail every day. There is a clear stream beside the country trail. On the green grass, "Ding Dong, Ding Dong," "Ding Dong" flows with rural stories. In the story, there are old cows cultivating hope for a good harvest in the fields. In the story, there are the joyful laughter of children returning from school. In the story, there is a butterfly flying among the flowers in the countryside and lingering in the spring. Songs and dances, the story has the sound of the waterwheel turning "Zhi Zhi Zhi Ga Ga" swaying the clouds of time, drifting into the distance.

The trails in the countryside are the most beautiful stories in spring. The poems written in March are described in the mood of spring in a spring home in China. There are countless rural stories in the trails in the countryside. Songs are sung in the ancient village, flowing into the distance with the jumping notes of the stream. In the distance is a field with several huts. The rays of the setting sun are reflected on the huts, and the lingering smoke from cooking makes the dreams of the villagers drift towards the long and leisurely countryside. Among the white clouds, they float to the ancient countryside, to the fields of hope, and to the mountains and rivers of their hometown.

The paths in the countryside are an extension of dreams, extending a kind of sentimental sustenance in the countryside. The paths in the countryside are the homesickness of the bright moon. On the mountains of my hometown, I miss the loneliness and loneliness of a distant foreign land. , the country paths are the color of flowers. The gorgeous colors change the light of the years, shining in the dazzling spring of March. The tranquil beauty depicts a gorgeous and harmonious rural pastoral.

The paths in the countryside are the clouds of my hometown, floating lonely in the long blue sky, floating a song of youth. The love in the countryside is the fruit in the orchard, budding in the spring, in Mature in summer, harvest in autumn, and flying in winter. On the country paths, you carry the dreams of wanderers to guests from afar. On the country paths, you write the life in the countryside, and the clouds fly in the harmonious fields. Dreams and hopes, rural paths, a poem of the four seasons in the countryside, are filled with infinite splendor in brilliant colors.

Walking through the country roads, walking through the spring in March, walking through the kites in March, walking through the countryside in March, the country roads are the concerns of my hometown, on a long road On the road, one end is concerned about the hometown, and the other is concerned about the countryside. Care is also a kind of longing. In a distant foreign land, I miss the ancient dream, the hope of dreaming of returning to the fields, dreaming of white clouds flying in the blue sky, and dreaming of the passion of dancing youth. The country trails are A poem about the vicissitudes of time, the words between the lines reveal the passion and nostalgia of March and spring in the countryside. Among the mountains and rivers in the countryside, there is a rural pastoral life, lonely and leisurely.

The country roads are the songs of life. In the ancient stories, in the poems of the years, in the clear streams, in the diaries of life, in the compositions of the years, there is a rural The scarecrow is guarding a happy future for this beautiful countryside in the fields. We children who live in the city always feel that there are high-rise buildings in the city, wide and clean streets, beautiful and wide squares, supermarkets and shopping malls with rich goods... We look down upon the vast countryside and countryside! But what impressed me the most was that whenever the school organized spring outings every year, especially every winter and summer vacation, my father and mother would take me to Lushan Mountain and around Qionghai. Or go to the countryside to visit relatives or friends. ah! When I go to the suburbs and countryside, I always feel that everything is extraordinarily fresh, the water is extraordinarily clear, the sky is extraordinarily blue, the trees and grass are extraordinarily green, and the air is extraordinarily fresh. It makes people feel extra refreshed and not tired at all.

Friends, when we walk into the countryside of Wenchang, everything comes to life in spring, and the flowers are red and the willows are green. The winter jasmine flowers are in full bloom, and the silver swallows are flying from the south... It’s a scene full of spring. In summer, everything grows vigorously, flowers bloom, and the rice seedlings in the rice fields are green, as if the earth has been covered with a big green carpet. The orchard is full of leaves, fruits, and vitality... In autumn, the rice in the rice balls is golden, as if it has spread a golden carpet over the rice fields, which is particularly dazzling when viewed from a distance. The pomegranates in the orchard all showed round smiling faces. The persimmon tree was covered with many small red lanterns, as if conveying the good news of a good harvest to people, and all the farmer uncles were smiling.

Ah! Friends, cities, villages, and countryside are very different. After studying, let us take a step out of the city, go to the countryside, go to the countryside, appreciate the beauty of nature, take in the fresh air, and broaden our horizons. Vision!

The scenery of the countryside is a beautiful picture. Their customs are very different from ours. Their customs have their own characteristics. Let me tell you about the countryside I saw!

When I was eight years old, I went to an ancient village with my grandparents. It was not only a village but also a tourist attraction. Many people were either watching the scenery or painting there. Painting there is where you record the beautiful scenery! The houses in the countryside are very remote, similar to the houses in ancient villages. Every household has a small ditch. This small ditch is flowing no matter what time it is. It is the artery of these houses. The willow trees there are also very attractive. The long weeping willows really look like the braids of the willow girl, so fresh and smooth! The pink and white lotus flowers are so beautiful. There were a few dragonflies landing on the lotus from time to time. Suddenly, this scene reminded me of a poem, which included the sentence "Excellent people show their sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on their heads." The lotus is beautiful, the lake is magical, and there is a clear lake there that is spiritual. From 7 to 8 in the morning, the water can be drank by people. If you taste it carefully, you can taste something sweet; From 4 to 5 o'clock in the afternoon, women can kneel on the stone slab to pound clothes. Now I have seen some women pounding clothes!

There are many people painting by the lake. The willow trees are reflected on the lake, and the lake becomes green; the lotus is reflected on the lake, and the lake becomes full; the dragonflies are reflected on the lake, and the lake becomes cheerful!

Ah! I seemed to be intoxicated in this beautiful countryside. It was really like: "The boat is sailing on the blue waves, and the people are swimming in the painting"!

The air in the countryside is fresh, the sky in the countryside is blue, the scenery in the countryside is unique, and the countryside will make you miss it.

In the morning, the fresh air and the cool breeze blowing on your face will refresh you, look! The birds are chirping and singing morning songs, the creek is flowing slowly, the sun is shining warm sunshine on the countryside, the willow trees absorb the sunshine and become full of vitality, and they are listening to the singing of the birds with relish.

At noon, the weather was sultry and not as cool as in the morning. The cicadas sang "Zhizhizhi" in unison... The birds in the morning were tired and lay listlessly on the branches of the trees, and the willow trees were so tired that they bent down. , the children in the countryside jumped into the creek one after another. The creek welcomed the children and hugged them with waves. The children had a water fight and splashed water balls. The children's laughter and happiness melted into the air. , adding a bit of fun to the sultry noon.

At dusk, a wisp of green smoke rises from the top of a hill in the distance. There is still a trace of residual heat when you touch the ground with your hands, and there is a hint of warmth in the cool breeze. Look at the crimson sunset in the sky. It has dyed half of the sky red. The blue sky has changed into a crimson dress. The beautiful sunset has different shapes. Two horses are racing in the air. They are running and disappearing. , which magician dressed up the dusk so beautifully and charmingly?

At night, the sun reluctantly leaves the sky, and the beautiful moon casts a silvery glow on the quiet earth. The gentle moonlight shines on the creek, making the creek look even more beautiful, and the sky is like a blue sky. The Persian blanket was inlaid with yellow "little gems", "Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars." The little stars sang a sweet song. Silent Night is quiet and charming, Chicken. dog. cat. duck. Everyone fell asleep, the flowers and grass also fell asleep, and people also entered into sweet dreams.

The pastoral is like a painting, like a poem, like a song. The pastoral is so beautiful that you will miss it!

1 By the quiet lake, windmills, green grass, and small houses are so cozy. The tulip fields are blooming, bursting with fragrance, and the windmills are spinning slowly! Is this a dream? The tall building is also a kind of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting! There is green everywhere, and even the air smells of green grass. The surroundings are green and stunning. The windmills have also stopped, and you are intoxicated by the beautiful scenery. 1. The windmills, green grass, and small houses are so cozy by the lakeside.

The tulip fields are blooming, the fragrance is bursting, and the windmills are spinning! Is this a dream?

The tall building is also a kind of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting!

Everywhere is filled with green, and even the air smells of grass

The surroundings are green, the green is amazing, the windmill has stopped, and I am intoxicated by the beautiful scenery... The rain is delicate and gentle. It came from the sky to the earth silently, even without color. Carefully caressing the square inch of land, caressing all the creatures on the land.

2 Looking across the wetness and through the transparency of the glass, I began to look for traces of the rain, trying to catch its light figure.

However, its naughtiness reflected back to me and the earth with transparency, and its flying dance could never fall into the eyes. But this does not stop me from feeling it. Being out of sight does not mean that it is inaccessible to the heart.

3 I know that it is exactly what I think it is in my mind at this time. It is following the clear lines in the sea of ??thoughts, flying to the sparse leaves in front of the window, and then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves. Toward the other lower corner of the leaf, from crystal clear to dripping, it swirls and ticks into a song. Isn't this behavior just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight?

4 His eyes crossed the wetness, passed through the transparency of the glass, and began to look for traces of the raindrops, trying to catch them. An agile figure.

However, its naughtiness reflected back to me and the earth with transparency, and its flying dance could never fall into the eyes. But this does not stop me from feeling it. Being out of sight does not mean that it is inaccessible to the heart.

5 I know that it is what I think it is at this moment, following the clear lines in the sea of ??thoughts, flying to the sparse leaves in front of the window, and then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves. Toward the other lower corner of the leaf, from crystal clear to dripping, it swirls and ticks into a song. Isn't this behavior just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight?

6 Agility is the other side. How can such light rain not make people's hearts flutter? How to prevent people from staring through the window?

7 When the drizzle of rain dims the sight, the restlessness deep in the heart actually calms down. It's like the originally messy house in front of you in the sun. After the rain washes away the dusty noise, it begins to reveal its patchwork under the careless rendering of gray. The white-gray building with its grid lines perfectly reflects the endless gray sky.

8 The houses in the distance are looming, covered with mysterious veils, swaying with jagged tree shadows, conveying the beauty of illusion in the rain. The replacement of green and yellow in late autumn has also reduced the sharpness and compellingness of the sunshine by a few inches, and added a softness that whispers in the wind. Whether it is infatuation or anger, they are all the deep feelings that the poet can't express in his writing.

9 So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself wander along the pastoral path. Abandon the barrier of umbrellas and have the closest contact with the light rain.

I didn’t realize the change of seasons until the slightest chill penetrated my thin long skirt. This is how it is when living in the South. I often stumble into a new season without any boundary preparation. But this is fine, because many awakenings suddenly appear in my ignorant smile, rather than being captured in the inexplicable exclamation of the change of seasons.

10 The weather is so nice today, we went to grandma’s house as a guest. On the road, I saw that the rice on both sides of the road was heading... When the wind blew, the rice started to dance. In the vegetable garden, yellow and green Japanese pumpkins were hanging on the shady vines. The short September beans were hanging on the vines. The pods are full of curved beans, like curved bananas. The corns are like old men with long beards, grooming their long beards in the wind. In the orchard, the persimmons are yellow, like yellow lanterns. They are not yet ripe. The oranges are green and they are swinging on the branches! The countryside in golden autumn is so beautiful!

It’s summer vacation and I went to my grandma’s house to play. My grandma's family lives in the country, and I like it there. Entering the beautiful and quiet countryside, you can see cows with bells on them, bird nests, green valleys, beautiful lakes, green mountains, and lotus flowers, all of which captured my heart. The beauty of the countryside lies in its beauty and vitality. No matter from which angle, no matter which corner you go, it is a beautiful picture. It is a cup of century-old wine that tastes long-lasting, fragrant, smooth and comfortable. No matter what the season, the countryside is a classic "tourist destination".

As soon as I arrived at the river, I saw a crystal clear river with many colorful lotus flowers growing on the river. I seemed to be attracted. So, I walked under a big willow tree and carefully observed the lotus flowers. Some lotus flowers are all open, like a smiling face, smiling at us, as if welcoming us. Some lotus flowers are blooming, like a small bowl, and some flowers are still flower bones, like a flame that is about to spit out sparks. There are several little ducks swimming happily in the clear river water.

There are wild flowers of various colors growing on the grass, including bright red ones, blue ones, and sparkling white ones, which are extremely beautiful. On the high mountains in the distance, there are lush trees, green everywhere, and the atmosphere of summer. Suddenly I heard a sweet bird call. I looked up and found some cute birds in the sky, seeming to be singing a happy new song. At this time, a breeze blew, the lotus released bursts of fragrance, and the willow trees swayed, as if they were dancing cheerfully.

The evening scene in the countryside is getting late, and the sun is about to set on the other side of the mountain, leaving only half of the blushing smiling face, which reflects the sunset on the rainy day. The red light of the sunset slowly moves along the tree trunks. , moving higher and higher from the trunk to the treetops. After dinner, after a tiring day's work, people carried small stools to the diba to enjoy the cool weather. Under the green female bamboos, they looked at the green rice seedlings in the fields opposite and breathed in the fresh air. All the fatigue of the day was forgotten, and we were chatting and laughing happily and relaxedly. Night falls slowly, and the red clouds have faded. The dark blue sky is exceptionally empty, filled with twilight, and the fields are slightly exuding warm moisture. The earth cellars in the distance and the rice seedlings in the nearby fields have become blurred and invisible in this smoke-like moisture. , gradually the trees in the pond were no longer visible on the water, and the whole village was shrouded in an endless veil. The sky was getting darker and darker, and a crescent moon appeared in the dark sky. The silver disk-like moon hangs high in the sky, as transparent as a veil, the starry sky looks extraordinarily high, and the village is immersed in dreamlike tranquility. The moonlight quietly soaked the entire ground dam. The grass outside the bamboo forest was wet and seemed to be greener than during the day. The dewdrops on the leaves sparkled under the care of the moonlight, like big, watery eyes blinking. A breeze blew by, making me feel chilly. The cool wind kissed my little face. The moon seemed to be following me. When I stepped into the eaves, I saw that the walls were all yellow. When I looked back, the few elegant bamboos occasionally drooped their heads. Sitting by the window, looking up at the sky, a few stars appeared. I blinked my eyes and looked down at the night scenery of the countryside. Occasionally I heard a few frogs chirping and insects chirping, which echoed the rumble of water pumping machines in the electrical room in the distance. It exaggerates the tranquility of the countryside at night, and the village finally falls asleep after a busy day. The scenery of the countryside, the cool breeze, the dense woods, the busy people in the fields, the birds returning to their nests...this is the pastoral scenery in my eyes. There is a large field near the house. The wheat on the field has put on a dazzling light yellow new dress. Each wheat stalk lifts up a plump ear of wheat, and the rushing wheat awns are like lines on a musical score. Each ear of wheat is a beating note. Watermelons are also planted in the fields. The round-headed watermelons hide among the thick green leaves, as if they are playing hide-and-seek. There are also rapeseed flowers, broad beans, radishes... If there is a creek behind their house, there will always be lotus blossoms in the clear creek. Lotus flowers bloom one after another. The powder is white. Some lowered their heads shyly, and some were flower buds, like cute little pink bags; some bloomed and showed themselves to me very enthusiastically. Standing by the river and watching the lotus flowers, you will often smell the faint fragrance, which makes people not want to leave. If you walk in front of and behind their house, you will always see hens and chicks squawking from front to back of the house; or you will see a rooster striding around the grounds, so awesome! There are many children playing on the tender yellow grass. Tired from running and playing, I squatted in the field and dug out some wild vegetables, and asked my mother to go home and make a delicious game dish for the table. .....The children played happily in this beautiful pastoral environment, and laughter echoed in the fields. The scenery in the countryside is very beautiful and charming no matter what time of day it is.

I think the scenery in the countryside is the most beautiful and what I yearn for the most: fields are inlaid under the mountains, small rivers are like blue ribbons surrounding the mountains, and in the distance are simple and harmonious colors. The house...

As soon as you walk into the countryside, you will find that their houses are still made of bricks. When you walk in front of and behind their house, you will see a breeding pen with horses, sheep, pigs and other animals. They are screaming like a band playing a symphony. In the countryside, a loyal dog will be kept in front of a house to protect the home.

Whenever the sun rises, hard-working farmers are working hard on the land, planting a variety of vegetables on this land: sweet and delicious corn; Green vegetables, etc. Watching the farmers working, I remembered a poem: "It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping on the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work." The spirit of the farmers is really touching.

Some people also plant a few fruit trees in the open space next to their houses, including apples, pears, pineapples, and many more fruits. Autumn is here, and the red apples are blooming with smiles and hanging on the branches; the yellow pears are mouth-watering at first sight, and I seem to smell the sweet smell; bunches of grapes are hanging on the trees, and the farmers are very happy, it is another bumper harvest. Year.

In the evening, rural women come to pound clothes on the stones beside the river. Their skillful hands wash the clothes cleanly and make them look brand new.

The scenery here is so beautiful: the grass on the roadside is spread on the ground, like a soft carpet, and the winding path surrounded by wooden fences leads to the virgin forest. The trees there are green and dense, stretching as far as the eye can see. The sun in the sky looked at us with a smile, and the white clouds floated leisurely... What a beautiful rural scenery, full of rural atmosphere.

The scenery in the countryside is very beautiful and charming no matter what time of day it is.

The cool breeze, the dense woods, the busy people in the fields, and the birds returning to their nests. .....This is the pastoral scenery in my eyes. The most special thing here is the houses of rural people. They always have a vegetable plot circled in front of their house, and a wolfdog is tied in front of the vegetable plot to guard the house and yard. One wall is covered with ivy, casting patches of green shade. It’s more beautiful and environmentally friendly than painting it with green paint!

If there is a jujube garden behind their house, then under the jujube tree and in the grass, you will see a group of chicks following the mother chicken foraging in the forest, and you will see a rooster walking in the grass. Walk away, looking lively. There is a small river next to the jujube garden. Under the shade of the green trees, there will be a group of ducks playing in the small river, dipping their heads into the water from time to time to look for food.

The leaves in the poplar forest are rustling in the wind, making it a good place for hide-and-seek. When I was tired from running, I squatted in the field and dug up some wild vegetables, and asked my mother to go home and make a delicious game dish for the table. .....The children played happily in this beautiful pastoral environment, and laughter echoed in the fields.

The countryside is a place with pleasant scenery. During a summer vacation, I spent three weeks at my grandma's house. After a week, I found that every morning, there was such a scene. In the early morning, the red sun rises from the east, covering the green mountains with a golden scarf. The pink azalea quietly unfolds its beautiful smiling face, and the majestic big rooster towers over its colorful Standing in the yard, he raised his head high and shouted to the sky: "Oh oh oh, oh oh oh." People who heard the familiar "alarm clock" immediately got up and started working. When the owner released the hen from the chicken coop, there were a group of chicks following the hen. The hen screamed "cuckoo" and the chicks also chirped "chirp". It was so cute; as long as there are When a stranger comes, the puppy barks "woof", and the owner adds some food to the big pigs, and the big pigs bark "hum", as if to say: "Thank you, master." At noon, the grass was weak. Looking up, people are playing chess, drinking tea, and enjoying the shade under the shade of the trees. Children are playing games in the open space in front of the house. A happy scene comes into view. In the evening, people came back after a hard day's work. Those people brought them a bowl of steaming rice. After eating, people talked about interesting things in the day. At night, the lights in every house were on; the crickets also sang Songs started, and around 11 o'clock, the lights in every house were turned off. The weaver girl's singing was better than the lullaby, letting people fall into sweet sleep. I like the scenery in the countryside, how beautiful it is!

We slept on dry thatch without a mosquito net. I was bitten by mosquitoes at night and kept me awake all night. There were piles of cow dung in front of the door. It's smelly and dirty, and you don't know what will happen to your feet once you step on them; there are puddles everywhere on the muddy road. If you accidentally step into a puddle, your whole foot will sink in. It's hard to get your foot out, but the shoes But he stayed in the quagmire... came to his hometown, ah! So beautiful! Is this my eyesight? I rubbed my eyes, okay? The previously bumpy and bumpy road has now become a smooth asphalt road. Both sides of the road are planted with flowers, plants and trees, bees are singing, butterflies are dancing, and tall buildings are rising from the ground. My father and I came to my uncle's house. Wow, my uncle's house has also changed. The walls were painted snow-white, as if they were made of pink jade or wrapped in silver. The furniture is also brand new, engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns. The house is very big. They no longer use stoves for cooking, but replace them with gas stoves, which is convenient and fast... I feel like I have arrived in a fairyland on earth. My uncle took me into a room and opened a piece of floral cloth. Ah, this is something I am very familiar with - a computer. The uncle manipulated the computer skillfully, as if talking about the piano. My sister also has a computer and she is pretty good at playing computer games. The old social concept of favoring boys over girls is gone now. I never imagined that the quality of people in my hometown would improve so quickly! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw farmers in the distance no longer plowing the fields with old oxen, but using various tractors to plow the fields. The sound of plowing is like praising the changes in my hometown.

The people in my hometown have changed, the land has changed, the transportation has become more convenient, and there are telephones and so on. But what has changed? I was puzzled, and at this time, two women were chatting and laughing. One said: "It's better for the government. I don't favor boys over girls anymore. Only now do I realize that girls are so great!" "So is my daughter..." I suddenly realized that this was the result of the government! I think: If we get to the future, this place will definitely become better!

When I was a child, I often heard adults tell me that the world is constantly changing and everything around you will not stay the same for a lifetime. At that time, I didn’t quite understand it, I just felt It's strange why everything changes and even becomes completely unrecognizable. It's like a face change in a movie.

When I grew up, I saw people and things coming and going around me, and the environment was constantly changing. I fully understood the importance of development. Let’s take Hangzhou as an example. No, if we want to talk about the changes in Hangzhou, I’m afraid we can’t finish it in just a few days and nights. Let’s narrow the scope and talk about Wen Er Road, which is neither long nor short.

My elders told me that about twenty years ago, there were not so many houses there, and most of them were farmland and cemeteries, which were very desolate. Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can probably imagine what it was like at that time.

I have lived in that area since I was a child. When I was a primary school student, because the school was near my home, I walked around there very frequently. At that time, the road was better than before. There are many, but in the end it can only be regarded as a small alley at best. When the wind blows, the dust flies and the eyes are foggy. When it rains, it's not much better. If you walk there, you have to wash your shoes once, because the ground seems to be covered with a thick layer of mud.

It was not until the late 1980s that the spring breeze of reform seemed to blow in our remote mountain village. Before that, all the people in the village, men, women, old and young, worked hard to dig food in the soil. It’s just that the land we love so much doesn’t give us much in return. Apart from farming, there is not much other income in the village. Many people have skills and can endure hardship, but there is no place to display their skills. In the last few years of the 1980s, the villagers no longer looked forward to the land. Hearing that there was gold picking in the city outside the mountain, they all walked out. Young people, middle-aged people, those with skills and those without skills all want to go out and pick up some gold and come back. They left for a year and a half, and although they were not covered in gold and silver when they came back, there was still more than what was dug out of the ground. So I rested at home for ten or twenty days and went out again. Most of the people staying in the village are old people and children. By the mid-1990s, even teenage children could no longer sit still in the classroom, and many were crowded onto the train heading south to work. The rural labor force has decreased, and the land that was previously cleared through hard work has become overgrown with weeds within a few years. In recent years, many paddy fields have become barren. Farming is too hard. If the family has money, who is willing to ask for hardship? In the past, just a few days after the Spring Festival, the fields and corners were full of busy people. Nowadays, it seems very shameful to go to the ground before the Lantern Festival. Rural women who stay at home would get together every now and then to play cards for fun during their spare time. This was something they never dared to think about before! On a sunny day, you go out to the morning and go home under the stars. On a rainy day, you come and go in the wind and rain, and there are only a few days of rest throughout the year.

In the past few years, buildings in the village have been springing up from every corner like bamboo shoots after the rain. There are three or four floors, some of which are beautifully decorated on the outside. Even though it's only one floor and not really a building, it looks much more pleasing to the eye than those mud-brick houses. Not to mention the interior decoration, the floor tiles are so smooth that you can see people's figures, and the gorgeous wallpaper... It's like paying money to put it on the wall, and paying money to spread it on the floor. Even if it is only painted with white lime, it looks much brighter, no longer as dark and depressing as a mud brick house.

But what makes people very uncomfortable is that the water in the stream is getting dirty. In the past, running water was not available, and the villagers got their water from the stream that ran across the village. The first thing the villagers do when they get up in the morning is to fill the large water tanks at home with water for the day. We used to swim in the creek when we were little. Sometimes when I feel thirsty, I take a deep drink from the stream. Nowadays, let alone carrying water from the stream for cooking, even when washing vegetables and taking them home, you have to wash them once or twice with tap water. When we see this dirty water in summer, we no longer have the urge to jump in. The sight of fish swimming around in the water is no longer visible. Various kinds of garbage can be seen everywhere in and beside the stream. Some of those plastic bags have long since changed color, but they just refuse to melt away. Villagers are accustomed to dumping all their rubbish into the stream, believing that the stream will take away these unwanted items. Or they pile it up in the open space in front of the door. When there is too much, they light a fire, and then the garbage is wiped out while talking and laughing.

It can be expected that the lives of people in the village will get better and better in the future, the money will be more and more, and the buildings will be higher and higher. Will people become more and more "lazy"? But is the water getting dirtier? The older generation can't stand the "laziness" of the villagers. But this also shows that life has gotten better! It is the descendants of the hometown who benefit. The water is getting dirtier and dirtier, and the children in the village must have gotten used to it. Aren't they the ones who suffered?

My hometown is in Jiujiang. Although it is not as prosperous as New York in the United States, nor as gorgeous and colorful as Venice, a seaport on the water, nor as simple and elegant as Tokyo, Japan, I love it, Because I love this land, and I love these hard-working and simple people who are brave enough to innovate and explore.

Everyone knows that there is a beautiful Gantang Lake in Jiujiang, which is our mother lake. During those years, our mother was not beautiful. She looked so haggard and pale, so worried and helpless! The muddy water, the small fish and shrimps did not want to regard it as their lovely home, and even the wild flowers and grass with tenacious vitality were unwilling to take root and sprout in her arms. Faced with this situation, the mother cried, she was sad Talking and shouting to us, that voice has echoed in each of our ears and hearts for a long time.