How to describe the scene of rice fields?

1, rice fields in summer, there is a rice field behind the river. In summer, you can smell the fragrant rice from a distance. During the day, I play with the rice fields in Sung Jae Lee. At night, frogs come and go in the rice fields, which is very lively.

2. We came to the field. Rice fields are like a golden ocean. Sorghum turned red, and corn showed golden and full teeth. Red maple leaves, like stamps, float around, bringing the coolness of autumn. Ginkgo leaves are like handfuls of small fans, fanning and fanning to drive away the summer heat. Only the leaves of buttonwood are flying in the air, like beautiful butterflies.

I like all seasons, but I prefer summer. Although she is not as colorful as spring, flowers are blooming; Unlike autumn, it is windy and fruitful; Unlike winter, the trees are lush and the makeup is jade. But she has her own special beauty? Lively, the rice fields are green.

4. In the summer in my memory, the wind in Piaoying blew the green rice fields, and the blue waves rippled. Memories three years ago. Time is like an abandoned child, unable to lift its head in the hot and dreary air. In the dry rice fields, fragile creatures and bleak youth grow together with the sad season. On the asphalt road, cars are speeding, and the wind blows from time to time. White kites, green fields, quiet rivers and sad moonlit nights are all hidden in the happy time of childhood.

5, I like autumn, because autumn is crisp, not as wet and rainy as spring; Because the autumn wind blows gently, unlike the scorching sun in summer; Because autumn is fruitful, farmers are harvesting wheat in rice fields, and their faces are filled with the joy of harvest, unlike the ice and snow in winter, the biting wind and the terrible snowstorm.

6. Out of the school gate, the muddy path opposite is the path to grandpa's house. When I walked to the door, I could clearly see that on the left was an old laundry table and on the right was a bamboo basket woven by my grandfather. There are still some old trees in front of the door. In summer, the old trees are lush and provide me with shade. In winter, the old tree lost all its leaves, but still stood there firmly, which made me admire and sigh her tenacity. Below the old tree is a paddy field. At this time, the ears of rice have not yet grown, but this lush rice field, like a beautiful picture scroll, is deeply reflected in my heart and cannot be forgotten for a long time.

7. I started building. I painted the ginkgo tree yellow, and its leaves are like small fans. Fan, fan, fan away the summer heat. I painted the maple tree red and the rice field gold. Colour the apple red and put it in the

8. The vast paddy fields are turning the waves, the ears of rice are bent, and the farmer's uncle is harvesting happily with a machete. Hey, how was the orchard? I think pomegranate seems to be laughing at this beautiful scenery, and the attractive apple blushes with laughter. A bunch of grapes in purple clothes ... the fruit exudes an attractive fragrance, so sweet that my heart is drunk.

9. The golden wind blows, the endless rice fields are like waves on the sea, and the heavy ears of grain are like shy girls with their heads down.

10, crisp in autumn, not hot in summer. A few geese flitted across the sky, as if bringing the news of ripe fruit to the farmer's uncle. Walking into the field, the rice field is a golden ocean. Sorghum blushed and smiled, and a wine song was brewing in his heart. All kinds of crops are ripe, and the farmer's uncle is very happy Look! A farmer's uncle is harvesting rice with a sickle. Although it is very hard, there is a bright smile on his face. His sweat fell on the rice, and the original yellow rice turned golden yellow, as if these rice were raised by the sweat of the farmer's uncle. Autumn is a harvest season and a happy season for farmers' uncles.

1 1. The countryside is also beautiful in summer. The blue sky and white clouds set off the green rice fields. Clouds at the same time, they turned into a white dog, a white rabbit, and a white soft cotton candy ... as if playing with sorghum children in the field, uncles and grandfathers were also amused. Walking on the country road in the morning, the fresh air came to my face, and there was a green field in front of me. Birds also woke up from their deep sleep and sang cheerful songs in the trees on the roadside. The wheat seedlings in the field are hung with crystal dew, which shines like crystal in the sun.