Pastoral scenery articles

The last ray of the most beautiful setting sun is on its way home again. The farm life at this time is exactly the kind of warm and friendly home we yearn for most, the kind of comfortable and warm home that farmers feel after returning from work. This kind of life can only be found here. I don’t know how many springs, springs and autumns, how many days and nights, the pieces are still sliding down in a hurry, and they are still unfolding, whether they are blooming and bearing fruits or withering and desolate.

This place seems to have been isolated for many years, and the years of forgetfulness are always looking for a piece of soil with a clean soul, where you can fill your belly when you are hungry, and move around freely when you are happy.

I don’t know how many years I have walked, but the steps of the clock are so long, walking forever, but staying forever, staying for several years, just seeking this stable and happy farm life, let me People here feel the reality of life and the persistence of the soul.

The animals here love the kind of life where groups of people stand outside the door in the evening and enjoy the remaining light. The people here love the kind of life where they step onto the last ray of sunshine after a meal to seek happiness.

The heart is wandering, but the blood is splashing here?

Let beautiful life penetrate life. This place will make everything more magnificent and beautiful?

The gentle hillside is inlaid with patches of pink buckwheat fields, the roadside is paved with green highland barley land, and the fence made of logs leads along the winding dirt road to the virgin forest in the distance. , Tibetan-style stilted buildings are scattered along the roadside, and in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea, cattle and sheep appear and disappear... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval rural flavor.

The seat of Huanglong Township Government is a small market town in a mountainous area, which is quite distinctive. The main residents in the township are Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in terms of housing construction, food, etc. However, their daily customs still maintain the habits of the Han people, forming a relatively unique folk custom. public sentiment. If tourists visit local farmhouses, they will usually receive warm hospitality, taste butter tea, drink a bowl of green tree wine, and then ride on the owner's tall horse to visit the mountain pastures, where they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here.

Tens of thousands of acres of pear blossoms and hundreds of thousands of acres of golden cauliflowers dye the countryside of Pengzhou with colorful colors, forming Pengzhou’s charming Western Sichuan style. Recently, the 2006 Pengzhou First Pastoral Flower Appreciation Festival with the theme of rural tourism in China kicked off in Gexianshan Town and Hongyan Town.

The Pastoral Flower Appreciation Festival is hosted by the Pengzhou Municipal People's Government and hosted by the People's Government of Gexianshan Town and Hongyan Town. It will last from March 18 to May.

On the opening day, tens of thousands of citizens walked on the green lawns, admired the flowers in Qianqiu Pastoral Garden, and participated in the "Chinese Countryside Tour" theme in Gexianshan Xiyu Park and Hongyan Lihuaping. The opening ceremony of the 2006 Pengzhou First Pastoral Flower Festival.

Ao Yuming, deputy secretary-general of the Sichuan Provincial People's Government, announced the opening of the Pastoral Flower Appreciation Festival.

Walking along country roads, admiring patches of cauliflower, pear blossoms, and peach blossoms, experiencing the simple nature of the countryside, with a cup of tea and a refreshing mood, the countryside in March is a unique picture.

The small rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around the endless green fields. In the distance, there are huts with simple shapes and harmonious colors, creating a beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!

A series of ancient windmills, the windmill leaves are like outstretched wings, rotating in the wind, forming a unique scenery with green grass and wild flowers, adding a magical color to this fairy tale world!

Pairs of brightly colored, exquisite and gorgeous wooden shoes, symbolizing sweet love! And the gorgeous tulips have attracted countless lovers...

In the season when tulips are fragrant, the smiles of charming and charming girls spread the fragrance like flowers...

The seat of Huanglong Township Government is a small mountainous area A market town with quite a lot of characteristics. The main residents in the township are Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in terms of housing construction, food, etc. However, their daily customs still maintain the habits of the Han people, forming a relatively unique folk custom. public sentiment. If tourists visit local farmhouses, they will usually receive warm hospitality, taste butter tea, drink a bowl of green tree wine, and then ride on the owner's tall horse to visit the mountain pastures, where they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here.

Beside the quiet lake, windmills, green grass, and small houses are so cozy.

The tulip fields are bright and fragrant, and the windmills are spinning leisurely! Is this a dream?

The tall building is also a kind of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting!

Everywhere is filled with green, and even the air smells of grass

The surroundings are green, the green is amazing, the windmill has stopped, and I am intoxicated by the beautiful scenery... The rain is delicate and gentle. It came from the sky to the earth silently, even without color. Carefully caressing the square inch of land, caressing all the creatures on the land.

Looking across the wetness and through the transparency of the glass, I began to look for traces of the rain, trying to catch its light figure.

However, its naughtiness reflected back to me and the earth with transparency, and its flying dance could never fall into the eyes. But this does not stop me from feeling it. Being out of sight does not mean that it is inaccessible to the heart.

I know that it is exactly what I think it is in my mind. It is following the clear lines in the sea of ??thoughts, flying to the sparse leaves in front of the window, and then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaf to the other side. The other lower corner of the leaf, from glittering to dripping, swirls and ticks into a song. Isn't this behavior just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight?

The rain comes from the sky to the world delicately, softly, silently or even colorlessly. Carefully caressing the square inch of land, caressing all the creatures on the land.

Looking across the wetness and through the transparency of the glass, I began to look for traces of the rain, trying to catch its light figure.

However, its naughtiness reflected back to me and the earth with transparency, and its flying dance could never fall into the eyes. But this does not stop me from feeling it. Being out of sight does not mean that it is inaccessible to the heart.

I know that it is exactly what I think it is in my mind. It is following the clear lines in the sea of ??thoughts, flying to the sparse leaves in front of the window, and then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaf to the other side. The other lower corner of the leaf, from glittering to dripping, swirls and ticks into a song. Isn't this behavior just like an elf who knows how to blink his eyes without sunlight?

Agility is the other side. How can such light rain not make people's hearts flutter? How to prevent people from staring through the window?

When the drizzle of rain dims the sight, the restlessness deep in the heart actually calms down. It's like the originally messy house in front of you in the sun. After the rain washes away the dusty noise, it begins to reveal its patchwork under the careless rendering of gray. The white-gray building with its grid lines perfectly reflects the endless gray sky.

The houses in the distance are looming, covered with mysterious gauze, swaying with jagged tree shadows, conveying the beauty of illusion in the rain. The replacement of green and yellow in late autumn has also reduced the sharpness and compellingness of the sunshine by a few inches, adding a softness that whispers in the wind. Whether it is infatuation or anger, they are all the deep feelings that the poet can't express in his writing.

There are even out-of-season green vegetables in the countryside, with tender faces raised, and they begin to sing green under the moisture of the rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters...

So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself spread out in the countryside trails. Abandon the barrier of umbrellas and have the closest contact with the light rain.

I didn’t realize the change of seasons until the slightest chill penetrated my thin long skirt. This is how it is when living in the south. I often stumble into a new season without any boundary preparation. But this is fine, because many awakenings suddenly appear in my ignorant smile, rather than being captured in the inexplicable exclamation of the change of seasons.

It is raining lightly at this time. Although it can be called winter rain, its unique breath is filled with unspoken tenderness. I like it to fall quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, in the form of kisses, and surround me with deep sweetness.

A few bunches of hair hanging in front of the shoulders gradually took on its clear and hazy figure. Looking down at it, imagining that I would become more beautiful because of it, my smile already faded. Filling the corners of my lips, penetrating the coldness of winter...

When I smile, I will indeed think of you. It turns out that whether the moon is like water or it is drizzling, as long as you are moved, beauty will always exist.

The weather is so good today, we went to grandma's house as a guest.

On the road, I saw that the rice on both sides of the road was heading... When the wind blew, the rice started to dance. In the vegetable garden, yellow and green Japanese pumpkins were hanging on the shady vines. The short September beans were hanging on the vines. The pods are full of curved beans, like curved bananas. The corns are like old men with long beards, grooming their long beards in the wind. In the orchard, the persimmons are yellow, like yellow lanterns. They are not yet ripe. The oranges are green and they are swinging on the branches! The countryside in golden autumn is so beautiful!