Go to the country for a holiday in summer vacation.

In the evening, there is smoke curling up on the chimney, as if a beautiful girl was dancing in the sunset in white. How to write an English composition for a country holiday? The following is my carefully selected English composition about going to the countryside during the summer vacation. I hope you like it! For your reference and reading!

In order to let me know more about country life, my mother decided to take me to my grandmother's house during the May Day holiday.

Today, the weather is fine, and we happily came to Liuheng Mountain. Before he entered the house, he saw grandpa wearing a straw hat and working in the field with a hoe. Watching grandpa do so much, I also ran to the field curiously and asked grandpa to teach me to farm, but the hoe was in my hand, not listening to me, and I didn't even take it. "Alas, farming is too difficult! Even a hoe. " Grandpa looked at me so hard and patted me on the head kindly and said, "Boy, it's a little hard for city people." Let's go home. " Yes, I want to see how their house looks, because in my imagination: Grandpa's house is very low and the decoration inside is very simple. But when grandpa took me into their house, I didn't stop. To my surprise, the house is two floors, with red and yellow paint outside, and the colors are very bright. There are all kinds of color TVs, air conditioners, water heaters and so on. As soon as I entered the yard, a puppy ran in front of me and barked. Chickens are foraging in the yard, and arrogant cocks are strutting in the yard. Just when I looked at it, grandma suddenly called me, Oh, here comes the hen. Grandma asked me to take Xiao Nuan eggs out of the henhouse. Although it is a little wasteful, it tastes delicious. Grandma took a handful of rice to comfort the hen.

In the evening, the chimney of grandma's house rises again and again, dancing like a beautiful girl in white in the sunset.

The summer vacation in my eyes is happy, pleasant, long, rich and interesting ... We always look forward to the summer vacation before the exam, thinking that there will be no teacher's blame, no homework, no ... If the summer vacation is the sky, I am the bird, in the blue sky, I am in the sky, sometimes in the sky, sometimes in the clouds. If the summer vacation is the sea, I am the fish, rushing through the coral and rushing out of the water. ...

I am a bookworm. I am usually busy studying and have no more free time to read. In summer vacation, I can spare a lot of time to read, I can eat spiritual food again, I can spare a lot of time to read in the library, I can borrow my favorite books home and swim in the sea of books.

I like swimming, too. Swimming is the most physical exercise. It is common to have a class and even do homework. We exercise during the summer vacation. Well, I can swim freely in the water again. Therefore, I go swimming every day, I can exercise, and I can spend the summer.

It is precisely because of the summer vacation that I have enough time to go to the library to learn the natural and scientific knowledge I am interested in, go swimming with my friends, and put aside the classes that I never seem to listen to and the endless homework. We have time and can do something meaningful. Happy, summer vacation is beautiful!

During the May Day holiday, I went to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in the country, where there are no cars or tall buildings, but everything there drives me crazy. I got up early in the morning and came to the yard. There was silence and the air was very fresh. I took a breath of fresh air for fear of missing this wonderful time.

At about six o'clock, the sun smiled. The cock crowed and urged people to get up quickly. In a short time, the road in front of grandma's house was full of excitement-selling potatoes, corn, edamame ... The roar of cars, bells and laughter formed a brisk "Country Symphony". The midday sun scorched the earth, and the seedlings hung their heads and held hands, losing their luster. Knowing that I was lying on the leaves of the leaves, I sang, "It's hot, it's hot." A few puppies are basking in the sun, as if to say, "It's so hot, who can give me a cold bath?" At this time, the old people sat chatting under the tree, and our children ran to the river in the mountains to swim. At night, people who go home walk on the road, and some people go barefoot. Some people are driving cows, and sometimes they hear shouting and whipping.

After a while, the house and table were brought to the door and the sky was open. The red light on the horizon, the evening breeze and the birds flying over the nest are all their friends. They and rural families form a natural and harmonious pastoral landscape. At night, when the lights went out, the frogs sang "quack, quack, quack, quack, quack." This is a beautiful song. For those who have worked hard all day, this is a lullaby. Every time the country has a unique and charming scenery.