Imitate rural people to write 450 words.

1. Write an article modeled after a rural family. Although rural people live in a small house, they always like to plant a few fruit trees in front of the door. In spring, the flowers of fruit trees bloom and smell delicious; In summer, country people will pick some delicious fruits and sit in the shade to eat and chat; In autumn, the leaves of fruit trees fall one after another, like carpets, to welcome autumn girls; In winter, the bare tree looks like a veteran, helping people in the countryside stand guard.

Chickens, people in rural areas must keep a few. Look, this hen is leading several chicks in foraging, as if the monitor is leading the patrolling soldiers! You see, the rooster holds his head high and walks step by step, like a gentleman.

If there is a pond behind the country house, you will definitely see someone fishing there in summer. Every now and then, I catch a lobster.

In the evening, the country people put food on the small table in front of the door to eat. The golden sunset with a reddish sky, the birds ready to return to their nests, and a few bugs crawling on the ground are all their good friends.

After dinner, they will go out for a walk, and they will always hear the sound of "cheep-cheep-cheep" after the winding and uneven country road.

Go home, take a shower and go to bed. A gust of wind blew "hoo-hoo-hoo", and the leaves on the tree played a lullaby of "rustling", which made people who worked all day fall asleep sweetly.

People in rural areas have colorful and charming scenery at any time and in any season!

The best answer is to imitate the composition of rural people.

In spring, people in rural areas are covered with all kinds of flowers: peach blossom, pear blossom, rose and so on, all of which are beautiful and lovely. Look: these small peach blossoms are slowly raising their shy faces, like young and beautiful girls, adapting to this beautiful and strange world; Pear blossoms the size of peach blossoms, dressed in white clothes, look like a sleeping beauty. . These flowers are different from those in the city. Did you find them? Most of the flowers planted in rural areas are fruit flowers, as simple as farmers' uncles, while most people in the city are ornamental flowers!

In summer, the small pond in front of people's homes in the countryside is full of large and small, elegant and beautiful lotus flowers. Lotus petals are white and red, like a little girl who loves beauty, putting powder on her face. Along the green stems of the lotus, I saw at a glance the big lotus leaves floating on the water. They were lying lazily on the crystal clear river, which was particularly beautiful. Lotus "girl" and lotus leaf "boy" are a natural couple when they are "partners".

Autumn is a harvest season, and rice is no exception. The rice fields planted by the farmer's uncle have matured and become dazzling golden yellow. These rice fields are endless, like a golden ocean, which is the reward of farmers' hard work. Golden rice, heavy and full of grains, bent down golden waist, as if to say, "Master, come quickly, 1, take me home!" I'm too tired to stand up. "

In winter, the earth is covered with a white coat. White snow covers the earth, trees, roofs and fields as far as the eye can see. It's like the world is suddenly a few years older and its hair is white. There is no trace of being trampled on the snow, and there is no place to be swept.

Ah! How beautiful you are in the country! No matter what time you have, there is a charming place. I love the countryside, especially its beautiful scenery!

In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.

The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."

Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.

In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.

It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!

The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. The road was white, and the vendors didn't dare to shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seemed to be sunburned.

3. Imitate the composition "Country Man". Although country people live in small bungalows, they always like to set up a melon rack in front of the house, plant some gourds, or plant some pumpkins, so that those stems and leaves can climb the scaffolding and climb the eaves. After the flowers fall, the vines bear cucumbers, all smiles, lined with long vines and green leaves, and keep growing. Green and blue melons, with their colorful colors, constitute a unique and interesting decoration. It is much better than the words in front of a tall building or the two stone statues standing.

Many people also planted several kinds of flowers in the yard: morning glory, peach blossom, chrysanthemum and wintersweet, which opened in turn according to their own "birthdays" and presented a charming farm scenery with a touch of luxury. There are also some people who plant some bamboo and green poles behind their houses and cast a shade. After the end of the spring rain, wherever you go for a walk, you will see many fresh bamboo shoots, which can't wait to get out.

Dogs, there are always a few people in the countryside. Walking in front of and behind their house, I'm sure I'll see a bitch, leading a group of puppies and teaching them to look after the house seriously, or a male dog wagging his tail and chewing bones.

If there is a river behind their house, next to the stone bridge and under the shade of green trees, they will see a group of small fish swimming freely and jumping out of the water from time to time. Even if children play in the river, they are never surprised.

If you go out for a walk at noon in summer, you will often see rural people having lunch. They moved the food into the spacious yard and ate it with relish. Cloudless sky in Wan Li, dazzling sunshine, and chickens and ducks foraging in Wan Li Woods paint a harmonious and beautiful landscape.

Autumn came, and the frog squatted on the lotus leaf, trying to sing some songs for everyone before leaving. In the evening, they sing lullabies for people "Gung, Gung, Gung; Gung, gung, gung, gung! That song is really humorous, which makes people fall asleep comfortably after a busy day.

People in rural areas, whether for months or years, have presented a beautiful and pleasant scenery.

At dawn in the morning, the adults went to transplant rice seedlings, and the layers of green terraces were like glass pagodas.

The water reflects sunlight, like countless silver mirrors. Rows of seedlings are neatly inserted on the ground.

Breeze blowing, rows of saplings dancing, dancing ballet, looking from a distance, green, giving people a bright eye. The children ran to the river to catch crabs.

Move the big stone, aim at the crab, grab it quickly and put it in your belt. Sometimes, you can find crabs basking in the sun on shallow beaches! After catching it, go home and wash it, remove the internal organs of the crab and fry it at night. It's delicious! Tired of playing and thirsty, I pick apples, peaches and pears from the fruit trees planted at home, which taste particularly fragrant and sweet, because the plants planted at home do not need to be sprayed with pesticides and fertilizers, which are natural, pure and environmentally friendly.

Children's greatest pleasure is fishing. The pole made of bamboo is very elastic and not easy to break. Fish in the country are fat and big, and they taste like jelly. When they are put in their mouths, they will slide down immediately.

After careful tasting, there is a sweet smell that goes straight to the taste buds. This sweetness is not like the smell of spices, nor is it like the original smell of fish. Oh! It is the fragrance of the river! Country life is what we yearn for.

It's really good to write a composition in the countryside. On the weekend, I went to my second aunt's house in the country with my mother, grandfather and grandmother. Along the way, there are green crops, lovely birds and people in a hurry. Soon, when we got off the bus, my second aunt's little greyhound came running and wagged its big tail, as if to say, "Welcome." Following my father's cry, I looked back. Oh, there are two cows grazing there. One is a flower cow and the other is a yellow cow. I am ecstatic. I jumped up and ran to the flower cow to feel its furry body. Unexpectedly, it stretched out its hind legs and tried to kick me. I was too scared to leave. I fell down and stained my new white dress. How happy I am! In a blink of an eye, two cows started fighting for some reason. They held their heads high, their horns facing each other, and their feet spread apart. They look like wrestlers. You won't let me, and I won't let you. I quickly shouted: "Come on, scalper! Cow, win! " Sure enough, under my cheers, the scalper drove Hua Niu away. The ox won! This trip to the countryside is really interesting and full of jokes. The beauty of country life lies outside the courtyard. When I lived in my old house, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and put on casual clothes to go sightseeing. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most comfortable thing visually is the bright red clothes of the village girls, and the enjoyment on hearing is the refreshing sound of chickens and insects, and the farmer opens the hospital. This gaudy color and simple voice are most intimate with this large area of wheat ears and stumbling cattle. Further on, there is a hotel in the distance where people live. The shop number is "Happy Forest". I am very happy in my heart, and the wind is blowing under my feet, as if I were touched by the immortal spirit of China Kung Fu. The water in this place is really amazing. As long as you stand in an open place, there will be a big or small river bend flowing into your eyes. In the morning, one by one, they poked their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog is very thick, and there is no one opposite. When the two boats approached, they both broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that it was close, but the ships were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old man fishing in this place. He is 78 years old, with a fair face and a voice like Hong Zhong. "Fish and shrimp are sold-",although it is a common cry. Climbing out of the cabin in a daze, watching the sky unclear, standing at the stern and raising a line of turbid urine, my wife scolded me, and the cooking water had to be carried from this river! There are often two lovely birds. They catch willow twigs by the river. They looked at each other, chattered, showed infinite tenderness, and clung to each other. A pair of carp came out to breathe freely in the morning, enjoying themselves when it was foggy, completely ignoring the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman. The sky is getting brighter and sunny, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early and get greedy for the dark, but there are only two things, and the night is fragrant. The host and hostess went their separate ways, but they didn't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work. The countryside is really interesting.