How to write a composition of local complex

In spring, before the pond thawed, the willows on the shore were covered with frost, and the weeds at the foot shook their gray hair, awakening the hibernating insects in the field. In the distance, farmers are driving their loyal friends to plow the fields, older children are trotting behind the old cows to sow seeds, and strong peasant women are shouting loudly with hoes, directing a magnificent spring ploughing. When I was a child, the front and back of my house were already very big. In front of the house is endless and vibrant farmland, and behind the house is a green river with steep banks. Farmland is busy all year round, and the clothes of crops are changing in an orderly way. Farmers are using different tools to smear on this godsend drawing board. I'm afraid the smallest one is the "hook knife", which is a miniature weeding tool. More importantly, adults and children are suitable for helping. Whether it is big grass or small grass, whether the crops grow sparsely or densely, the hook knife can charge in and remove the grass. The biggest one belongs to the harvester, which, like a giant who can never get enough to eat, travels through thousands of households, swallows whole grains, enjoys the joy of people's harvest, and enjoys the heroism and deep feelings in their hearts. It's hard to say when the crops are most beautiful. In spring, everything is new and soft. Eyes full of green flowers, eyes full of fragrance, cool breeze blowing in the blue sky, birds singing, people want to stay underground for the night. The morning breeze in summer is refreshing. As soon as the sun comes out, the meat peak is sweaty. In the sun, the shower head comes home late, and mosquitoes and flies are chasing after it. What worries me most is the crops. Can it withstand the summer purgatory? In autumn, crops are like a happy bride, which needs careful care, time is tight, and regular inspection is unambiguous. The grain is returned to the warehouse, and the heart can be determined; In winter, because the weather is too cold, I go to bed early in the countryside, and it is not dark yet. As early as, a peasant woman spilled a man's foot washing water on the threshing floor at home, and the dog on the night shift also took a long vacation. The sun climbs high and farmers are not in a hurry to get up, so the smoke from breakfast can always extend to lunch. In the steaming porridge fog, several families are holding sea bowls, leaning against trees while sipping, talking loudly and communicating, laughing and laughing at the crops in front of their houses. At this time, the crops are like a newborn baby, blushing and sleeping quietly. In front of the house is cold and hot, autumn harvest and winter storage, and behind the house is a river, where we can sing our debut song. Farmers are good at farming and fishing. They have homemade tools. As long as they see fish in the river, most of them can't get rid of it. When the farm is busy in winter, some people dig fish and shrimp in the river. Although the harvest is very small, the taste is rare, so it is particularly precious. When you get home, don't rush to cook, but carefully design, cook with the soaked soybeans on the table and stew slowly. This is a rare appetizer for men and a condiment for women and children to eat porridge. Every time you put it in a big bowl, you must put more water when cooking. The fish is cooked too much, and the fish soup is thick and fragrant. This soup is not for drinking, but it turns into fish jelly overnight, and it is also a delicious food that can be enlarged and extended. As soon as winter is over, the river in spring will be lively, but what worries farmers most is shrimp. The young couple supported the boat and dragged the dense shrimp nets. After walking a few miles, the ship became heavier and heavier. They stopped to take in the net and poured a pile of things mixed with leaves, insects, algae and fish and shrimp into the cabin. After clearing the net, the wife tidied up the sundries and the owner continued to look for them. Eat lunch on the boat. At night, a small river pulls over, and my wife punts home, and the owner sells it ashore. Because I often eat it, or I still have it at home, so many people don't buy it if they are not surprised; But people who are good at cooking, how much is to buy a little, as a delicious reward for children who study hard. Occasionally, when adults are not at home, the shrimp seller will tell you: "Although it is small, it tastes good. This is the best in the East China Sea. You can stew directly, add more onions and stew for a few more hours. After smelling the fragrance, you will be surprised if you don't die! If you can't finish a meal, put some salt and stew it next time, or eat a cake. It won't break. " At first, there was only one wooden bridge over the river. Later, a stone bridge was built and demolished. However, this wooden bridge is still a "fortress" in front of the house. People often go to the river under the bridge to wash rice and vegetables in spring, go fishing and take a bath in summer, wash their hands and faces in autumn, and wash vegetables and pickle yam kang in winter. Every household is like this. The river is rippling with people's laughter, reflecting people's smiling faces and storing people's feelings. This river quietly tells the history of this village. He is the oldest man here. Nowadays, the children have grown up and gone far away. There is less noise and noise in front of and behind the house than before, and the toys when I was a child have already rusted and broken ropes. Old people bow their backs, without the pride of catching fish and shrimp in the past, and still work in the farmland. Loyal yellow dogs are with them in quiet nights, soybeans are still harvested year after year, and the river still flows eastward day after day. ...