Composition of paddy field scenery description

1. The article describing the scenery of autumn rice fields is in autumn and October, with blue sky and cool and comfortable.

The wild flowers on the roadside are swaying in the wind, silently blessing the autumn harvest. A gust of autumn wind blew and the hillside was red. It's a flaming maple leaf. The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique.

There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng. Every autumn, the fragrant rice smells good, and the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng turn up the Jin Lang.

Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe.

Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year. The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling.

The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power.

Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are gorgeous.

In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams.

Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin.

The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.

October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean. People have a special preference for autumn.

Spring is the season of farming, summer is the season of breeding, and winter is the season of gathering. Only autumn is the harvest season, not the autumn season. The autumn wind blew across the fields, bringing yellow rice and gold, and people bent over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now a bumper harvest is in sight. Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! Autumn has come, and the sky is as blue as washed, like a sapphire washed with clear water. The autumn sky is as blue as the sea.

White clouds are like a canoe sailing, floating slowly. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. And maple, whose leaves are all red. When you shake it, you fall down one after another, as if you had laid a red carpet on the ground, which made the earth particularly beautiful. However, pine trees are straight and full of lovely pine leaves, just like open green velvet umbrellas, swaying gently with the wind.

Miss Qiu came to us singing the song of harvest. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a giant golden carpet.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the beautiful park. Falling leaves are fluttering, red leaves and yellow leaves.

Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemum is red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow.

Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale.

Let's love and praise this beautiful autumn! Autumn is fruitful. It has no charm and charm in spring, no enthusiasm in summer, and no tranquility in winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All this is a magical canvas-nature, carefully sketched out with lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments.

I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn.

2. Articles describing the beauty of rice fields or wheat fields Autumn is a name full of fruits. Autumn has come quietly with golden light and light footsteps.

In the morning and at night, the ripe rice, heavy and floating in the wind, seems to be covered with a golden blanket. I was next to the yellow rice, and I thought I saw something. Look, what's under the mountain? Rows of ripe fruits, fruits that make people fall in love at first sight.

At noon, the farmer's name is holding the fruits of his labor in the field; Several rows of eldest brothers seem to be fighting, and several aunts are cutting mature rice with sickles. I looked down, it was a golden snake, and the golden light seemed endless.

In the afternoon, farmers stick to the boat and wait for dinner. But in autumn, they are still roaming in the fields, and the golden color of the fields has spread to the leaves, which turn yellow and gradually fall. At this time of disaster relief, the farmers have already started to eat, but instead of eating, they look at the autumn outside, and the more they look, the more beautiful they are.

Night finally came, the sun set, and the autumn night quietly left. Some leaves are still yellow and floating. I also study at my grandmother's house. I think no one knows whether tomorrow's autumn will be so beautiful, but let today's autumn be a happy day!

I like autumn, and I prefer the scenery in autumn.

3. Sentences describing the scenery of rice fields: flaming maple leaves; The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique.

There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng. Every autumn, the fragrant rice smells good, and the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng turn up the Jin Lang.

Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe.

Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year. The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling.

The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power.

Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are gorgeous.

In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams.

Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin.

The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.

October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean. People have a special preference for autumn.

Spring is the season of farming, summer is the season of breeding, and winter is the season of gathering. Only autumn is the harvest season, not the autumn season. The autumn wind blew across the fields, bringing yellow rice and gold, and people bent over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now a bumper harvest is in sight. Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! Autumn has come, and the sky is as blue as washed, like a sapphire washed with clear water. The autumn sky is as blue as the sea.

White clouds are like a canoe sailing, floating slowly. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. And maple, whose leaves are all red. When you shake it, you fall down one after another, as if you had laid a red carpet on the ground, which made the earth particularly beautiful. However, pine trees are straight and full of lovely pine leaves, just like open green velvet umbrellas, swaying gently with the wind.

Miss Qiu came to us singing the song of harvest. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a giant golden carpet.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the beautiful park. Falling leaves are fluttering, red leaves and yellow leaves.

Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemum is red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow.

Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale.

Let's love and praise this beautiful autumn! Autumn is fruitful. It has no charm and charm in spring, no enthusiasm in summer, and no tranquility in winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty. When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All this is a magical canvas-nature, carefully sketched out with lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments.

I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn. "A poem falls silently" leaves began to dance wildly in the golden sun, and the invisible wind played the sound of nature. This is a season to purify life in the world, but a poem is like this. The dust settled and the wind moved the fields. Singing the silver autumn, a string of rice ears shook in the beautiful moonlight in autumn. I feel a pair of poet's eyes. The back of late autumn, a lonely back is drifting away in the afterglow of sunset. Is this a gift left by God on purpose? Haizi's walking life is like a poem that falls silently. The last poet, the sunny day is about to pass, the snowflakes affected by fallen leaves come, and the poet rests. There is a bird song in the withered forest. I sit in the flowing time, savoring life and death, savoring the rhythm that Haizi didn't take away. Walking into autumn is an infinite poem, like golden wheat waves in rice fields. Let all the girls who have gained joy be the brides in my poems. I will play the guitar and float in the fields, hoping to see the face of the city. Sinking into the soil is a selfish escape, just like stepping into a sacred temple, but poetry will not die. Stop all growth. Villa and field are as opposite as happiness and joy.

4. Describe the scenery of rice fields in words. In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree keep changing colors, and gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow and orange ... showing colorful colors. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams. Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves are constantly changing to adapt to the changes in the environment. The leaves began to fall. The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways. The colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It is elegant and pleasing to the eye. Enjoy the sunshine in summer. In the early autumn, the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolling, and the fragrant Mi Dou flowing. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.

5. The most beautiful scenery composition 600 words paddy field memories My hometown is in Hunan. There are many rice fields in rural Hunan, and the rice fields are changing all year round. Let me talk about it!

In spring, people in the fields are sowing and transplanting rice. Therefore, the green rice field is like putting a green coat on the rice field. There are many people near the rice field, adults are chatting, some children are flying kites, some are jumping rubber bands, and some people who are playing hide-and-seek and studying hard are reading books. Everything around the rice field is awake, the grass spits out green buds, and Yingchun is busy for spring.

The seedlings grow day by day. Until summer, some seedlings turned golden yellow, and some were still green. Now, it's time for a bumper harvest. People drive harvesters to harvest rice in the fields, and then use threshing machines to dry the grain and put it in the granary. After the harvest, people are busy transplanting rice seedlings in rice fields, waiting for the new harvest. The grass and trees beside the rice fields are all green and look a little golden in the sunlight. It is very hot in summer, especially at noon, and plants, animals and people look listless. In summer, when the weather is very hot, many children go swimming in the nearby river.

In an instant, autumn has arrived. The seedlings are ripe, the rice fields are golden, and people are busy tasting the joy of harvest. There are also some little girls who like to pick up rice ears in rice fields, and some children are playing war games with straw as a fortress. You can also fly kites in autumn, so some children fly their kites, and some children pick up fallen leaves to play with graphics.

The north wind is blowing and winter is coming. Snow covers the earth, rice fields are bare and mountains are white. People spend the winter with the harvested grain, waiting for the arrival of spring. Squirrels, snakes and bears are hibernating, and everything seems to be asleep. ...

Look! This is the four seasons of rice fields in my hometown!

6. Paragraph1describes the scenery in the rice fields in spring. In the morning, before the fish in the river woke up, people had 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 fisherman here, 78 years old, with a fair face and a Hong Zhong voice. "Small fish and shrimp for sale-",although it is a common cry, makes people intoxicated. When you wake up with a cup of tea, you feel comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that it was dark, he stood at the stern and raised a line of mud and urine. Many of them have been scolded by their wives, and the water for cooking has to be picked from this river! There are often two lovely birds, holding the top of the willow tree by the river, with their eyes facing each other, singing chirp, infinite tenderness and snuggling up to each other. A pair of carp came out in the morning to get some air, taking advantage of the fog and playing to their heart's content, regardless of the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun is shining, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early, nothing more than two things, burning incense at night and making breakfast. In this place, people's toilets are often by the river, and men and women do their own things and go hand in hand, but they don'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.

2. I always wake up naturally in the morning and the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter. The singing of birds has gradually decreased from the enthusiasm and noise of singing. I think it's to catch insects after the party. Occasionally, a sweet singer flew away crying. Get up and look at the time on your mobile phone. It's not six o'clock yet. The sun is already in the bushes, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall. The light cast in the house was covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rose and sank happily in the light, like dancing in the morning light. Pack up mom, push her to sit in the sun and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be leisurely.

There is a path between villages. Both sides of the path are covered with fragrant flowers, and the intoxicating fragrance enchants the children who run in March in spring. Country Road is a March story that stretches and climbs between villages. There are countless folks on the country road. There are naive children leading spring kites through country roads, old people leading plowed cows through the roads, and rural girls with dark and thick braids through the roads. A strong young man crossed the path with two full buckets. Sing a cheerful song on the country road every day, and happily sing a beautiful story of March and spring, extending to the distant fields.

There is a path between villages, which is a story of spring. Countless simple villagers pass by the path every day. There is a clear stream beside the path, and the story of the country "Ding Dong, Ding Dong and Ding Dong" is flowing on the blue grass. In the story, there are hopes that the old cow will work hard in the fields and have a good harvest, and there are laughter and laughter when the children come back from school. In the story, a butterfly dances among the flowers in the village, and the air is filled with spring songs and dances.

The path between villages is the most beautiful story in spring. The poem written in March depicts a spring home in China. Countless country stories, singing songs in ancient villages along country roads. There are several huts in the field as the jumping notes of the stream flow far away. The sunset glow shines on the hut, and the smoke from the kitchen is filled with the dream of the country, drifting towards the long white clouds and the ancient countryside.

The path between villages is an extension of dreams, and there is a deep affection between villages. The path between villages is the homesickness of the bright moon, the mountains of my hometown, and the loneliness and loneliness of a distant foreign land. The path between villages is the color of flowers, and the gorgeous color turns into the light of years, shining in the dazzling spring in March. A kind of peaceful and quiet beauty depicts a beautiful and harmonious rural pastoral.

The path between villages is the cloud of hometown, floating alone in the long blue sky, floating with a youth ballad. Love in the countryside is the fruit in the orchard, which germinates in spring, matures in summer, harvests in autumn and flies in winter. On the country road, you entrust the dream of a wanderer to a distant guest. On the country road, you write about the life between villages and fly dreams and clouds in the harmonious fields.

Walking through the country road, walking through the spring in March, walking through the kite in March, walking through the country in March and walking through the country road are all the worries of my hometown. It's a long way, one end is hometown, the other is country, and caring is also a yearning. Miss the ancient dream of a distant foreign land, miss the hope of returning to the field, miss the white clouds flying in the blue sky, and miss the youthful dance. Country road is a song.

Country roads are songs of life. In the ancient stories, in the poems of the years, in the clean stream, in the diary of life and in the composition of the years, there is a scarecrow in the country, guarding the happy future for this beautiful country in the field.

7. Composition describing the appearance of rice Today, my father and I participated in the parent-child planting competition "Learn to be a new small farmer-my father took me to plant rice". My father and I went to our destination, Hengxi, under the guidance of the teacher in Youth Palace.

When the bus arrived at the destination, we got off one after another and came to the rice field. Looking at the distance, we are full of green eyes, deeply embraced by nature, and unconsciously smiling on our faces. The teacher asked us all to keep order and take our seats according to the number. The rules of this competition are simple: two people, six plants in a row, which group of rice grows well and wins quickly.

Watching groups of people waiting in line, I became more and more nervous, and finally it was our turn. "Ready, let's go" With the command, the tense game began. I planted two plants on the right, and my father planted four more. Every second counts "one, two, three ..." Unconsciously, all the rice has been planted by me, just when I am happy. No, the teacher said to plant two plants in one row and two rows, but I planted all the rice in one row. I can't help it I can only grow half the rice from line to line. Seeing that victory was just around the corner, however, before I finished planting rice, a very naughty rice suddenly fell. I hurried to plug it in and it fell off again. I inserted it backwards, backwards, and finally I righted it, and finally it was done. However, the good times did not last long, and another one fell, alas! Why am I so unlucky today? Just when I was discouraged, my father told me that the result of many things is not the most important, but your persistence and determination in the process. After listening to my father's words, I immediately mustered all my strength and did it seriously. God rewards hard work, and I finally planted all the rice.

We are all very happy. Dad told me that it's not important to make a mistake for the first time, but it's more important to find your own mistakes in time and correct them. You think that if other teams hadn't made such mistakes, we might not have won. Therefore, no matter what we do, we should be careful, otherwise we may accomplish nothing.

After a round of fierce competition, the result came out! We won the first place! I smiled all over my face, and a few birds were singing in the branches, as if cheering for us! In this competition, I not only enjoyed the feeling of winning the competition, but also firmly remembered my father's words-what matters is not only the result, but also doing everything well.