Rural May Composition

In our ordinary daily life, everyone has written compositions, and we must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of compositions, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So how is a general composition written? Below are the rural May compositions I collected for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Rural May Composition 1

Although the countryside in March is the most worth viewing season, the countryside in May is not inferior in any way. Because the sunshine in May is so special, it is not as gentle as the sunshine in early spring, which makes people sleepy; nor is it as hot and violent as the sunshine in midsummer; the sunshine in May is warm and makes people feel sleepy. A comfortable and comfortable feeling.

It is the habit of every household to plant melons in front of the house and bamboo behind the house. Every summer, green poles and green leaves come into view. If you take a closer look at the height of Bamboo, he looks a bit like a glorious guard protecting the countryside. Chickens and dogs, as usual, people in the countryside always keep a few. Whenever the "chief dog" uses his special skill "dog roaring skill", the nearby roosters will come with their troops to gather, one by one. After raising the head and chest, tightening the abdomen and raising the buttocks, they began to count. It really looked a bit like a "Wandering Chicken Team" that fought to the death to resist the invaders and defend their homeland. The fields are full of busy farmer uncles. They remove weeds from the rice and let them grow healthily. They don't even care if their clothes are dirty, because what awaits them is a big harvest that can make them smile from ear to ear. .

On the hillside, those unknown yellow flowers are like golden faces. They keep growing downward along the vines, like ropes hanging down from the hillside. . When the wind blows, the fragrance will spread everywhere with the wind. The countryside in May is a moving, harmonious and elegant mural. In the fragrant morning, the glow slowly opened the dark curtain. We had already arrived in the suburbs by car and walked in the mountains and countryside. Breathing in the sweet air and looking around at the green earth, it really adds to the joy.

Following the field path, we approached several farmyards. I saw a group of sparrows passing overhead gently, stopping next to a chicken coop in a small courtyard to peck at something on the ground, and then suddenly they all flew into the distance again. In front of the eaves of the small courtyard, there is a pergola supported by several wooden stakes, and several melon vines climb up the support. The rolled melon vines were tightly wrapped around the small bamboo sticks on the stand. The melon leaves are green and lush, and the green melon vines are dotted with little yellow flowers. This is such a unique decoration, it is so refreshing. Every small farmyard hidden by trees and bamboos is indispensable with several flower beds, which bring freshness and beauty to people more or less, and are simple but also a bit gorgeous.

Look, looking from a distance, the peonies in the flower bed are blooming beautifully. According to enthusiastic villagers, peonies, impatiens, cockscombs, dahlias, cherries, loquats, plums, apricot trees, pear trees, citrus and other flowers and fruits are planted in front and behind their houses. Not only do they want these flowers and trees to bloom one by one according to the season, but they also have fresh fruits to eat every season. I thought: These country people are really smart. At this time, a hen led a group of chicks to the front yard to look for food. The hen picked up an exquisite and clear pebble, then put it on the ground and cried "cluck...". When a few chicks came over, it gently pecked it up, then put it down again, and let the chicks peck again. I thought: This is probably what it is teaching its children. A pair of chicks nearby discovered a small bug at the same time. One chick shook its scattered yellow feathers first, then rushed to the other chick and pecked its head. While the other chick was not concentrating, , and ate the little bug. Really naughty!

Walking in the countryside in May, I gained not only the fresh air, the green eyes, and the sweet joy in my heart, but also the beauty and harmony created by the hard-working villagers inspired me. Rural May Composition 2

With a joy, with a joy, regardless of the sadness and sighs of the past, regardless of the care and nostalgia of the past, with the gentle movement of footsteps, the dusty memories and More helplessness gradually moves away from our sight, but our eyes still persist with the years, leading everything, connecting our lives, and walking into the countryside in May without any scruples.

In May in the countryside, the cold wind no longer comes frequently, as if it comes quietly from the deep valleys of Siberia, and then slinks away from the willow branches in front of and behind the house, moving forward without stopping. Searching like a net, picking up the scattered fragments of the harsh winter, and shaking willow and apricot branches awake, causing a burst of mischievous laughter. She never ignored the fluffy grass, kept kissing the top of the grass and swaying from side to side, blowing away the soil at the roots more than once, allowing the shallowly buried buds to grow wildly.

In May in the countryside, the defeated atmosphere condensed by the remaining winter quietly melts, and a lush spring color becomes strong, from the gaps between the beeping red peppers and yellow corn strings hanging under the eaves of every house. It passes through and falls on the willow branches. As a result, the cheerful branches nod and smile to people, and cover their heads with light green, showing the breath of spring.

May in the countryside is tranquil and soothing, just like a young girl who has just become beautiful. She will not show inexplicable impatience because she is not plump yet, nor will she be inexplicable because she is not plump. It is not yet mature and does not show slowly. Look at the flowers of the apricot tree, which have already spit out the fragrant stamens. Look at the clear eyes, and already have the longing for the drizzle.

May in the countryside is a stop for workers. The machine tools in the factory are turning over and over again. In the fields, hills have grown up where the dung trucks have passed. The old people who have been idle all winter The scalpers can finally eat some concentrated feed, and they moo a few times, as if telling the earth: I am going to work with you hand in hand. In fact, in May in the countryside, the real farming work has not yet arrived, but everything has to be closer to the theme. You see, the sun is also in the cold clouds, and it has learned to speed up the pace, so that the sunny days are lengthened.

May in the countryside is the season of flowers. The tender apricot blossoms are blooming all over the mountains, with golden buds exposed among the milky white petals. From a distance, they look like snow and clouds, just like white sheep herding on the green grassland; the catkins are twisted With graceful dancing postures and flying thoughts, they float one after another. At the command of the wind, there is a scene of swarming bees and clouds and birds chasing butterflies; the fiery red Shandan flowers are blown away by the spring breeze. They sprouted early and poked their heads out to their heart's content, impatiently looking forward to the arrival of the estrus period and showing off their fiery red beauty.

May in the countryside is approaching us on a romantic voyage. Everything is coming from the broken branches and leaves to the natural normality. There is no reversal and no way to stop it. Standing on the edge of May, A picture scroll unfolded in front of me, which is the most touching gesture of the years when the rural May stands tall; when you are on the land of May, the boundless green stretches out under your feet, which is the most primitive primary color of life held by the rural May. .

Return the rippling sweetness of the countryside to the countryside and return the deep drunkenness of May to May. Rural May Composition 3

My village is in a small mountain in Kaiyang, Guizhou.

During the May holiday, I met up with my friends and took a break in my countryside.

In May, return to your hometown filled with the fragrance of honeysuckle and experience everything wonderful. When you walk into my village, the burden of work and life disappears the moment you walk into my village.

In the early morning, before you get up, the ethereal birdsong is the best wake-up call.

The slanting sunlight shines on my cabin, adding a touch of warmth to the cool morning. The cuckoo cuckoo call in the distant mountains is clear and clear, adding to the tranquility. The countryside is dotted with a touch of vitality. Through the narrow gap between the old cypress trees and evergreens in front of the door, I can vaguely see my busy neighbors on the country road. The wind was gentle, but the slanting sunlight was a bit dazzling, shining on the scattered wooden houses in the village, giving it a little color. Behind the small village was a whole dark green forest, which looked harmonious and full of life. A natural ink painting.

My friends came out of my country "villa" room one after another. Seeing such good weather, they suggested going for a walk on the hillside. We followed the road past the pond's embankment and headed up the hillside. Along the way, the fragrant fragrance of honeysuckle hit our faces, allowing friends who had lived in the city for a long time to experience this wonderful countryside, and they were amazed by it.

On the road, we smelled the fragrance of honeysuckle and admired the unique scenery of the countryside. Seeing the wild vegetables along the way, my friends were very excited. Some stepped forward to pick them, or bent down to pick them, leaving all their novelties about the countryside in the joyful singing and laughter along the way. Walking on this familiar path, I realized the strange changes in life. When I was young, I struggled to make a living on the country road. Some are driving old oxen, or pulling carts, or carrying dung buckets, or carrying baskets on their backs... The rural roads have not changed much. They have been cured and straightened, and the gravel paved has turned into a tractor-taught road. Nowadays, for the sake of fame and fortune, I work hard and rush around in my heart, which is also full of pain and sadness. Only the country road, although it is hard work and painful, is a kind of pain in tranquility, and the heart is always dull.

At noon, eating comforting yet slightly bitter wild vegetables, talking about life, paired with two glasses of wine, and having fun. A harp, a stream of clouds, a painting, and a jug of wine are better than visiting the most beautiful scenery in the world. At this time, while drinking and drinking, forget the troubles caused by fame and fortune, and appreciate life in a plain way. Enjoy the delights of the lovely countryside.

After I stopped being slightly drunk, I went to the pond at the entrance of the village and set up a fishing rod, just for fishing, not for fishing, and to experience the harmony and beauty of the countryside.

My countryside in May is full of moving charm, the impression of beautiful poems and paintings...

My countryside in May is the fragrance of a bouquet of honeysuckle, It is a picture of a happy life, a wild vegetable on the roadside, the clear call of the cuckoo, a touch of morning sunshine, the old cypress tree in front of my hometown, the busy backs of the neighbors taking care of their cows, and the old The wisp of smoke rising from the wooden house is the color of life shining in the sunset. It is my body, my soul, and my whole body and mind integrated into the style of being close to nature.