Composition of scene description

1. Three Scenes Describe the Pastoral Scenery Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Scenery (1) (Song) Fan Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, the wheat is white and the cauliflower is sparse.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. Qingpingle? Village residence: Xin Qiji, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Pass by my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Autumn night in the mountains Tang Wangwei stood in the autumn night after the rain. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Tour Shanxi Village Song] Lu Youxiao laughs at the farmhouse muddy wine, and raises enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The endless plain is flat and vast, like a huge dark green jade plate, which is breathtaking. The intermittent rain, like a wisp of hazy smoke, covered the Huaihe River Plain stretching for thousands of miles.

There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance. On the grassland after the rain, wild flowers are in full bloom, like a flower scarf that has just been soaked in water, and even dew is colorful! On the endless prairie, the breeze carries the fragrance of the soil and blows a large area of crops like ripples.

Night hangs over the grassland, a full moon shines from the fish-scale cloud gap, and the grassland is filled with hazy moonlight, rising like a faint silver fog. How the grassland looks like the sea! Only quieter than the sea; How the grassland is like a picture without a frame, so vast that you can't see the edge.

From a distance, there are white clouds crawling on the grassland. It turns out that these are all sheep in the pasture, born in vain, fat and lovely, which makes the grassland more vibrant. In the morning, the sky in the east is a fish-belly grey, and everything is foggy, as if the earth is covered with a layer of white gauze and the earth is sleeping.

"giggle-giggle-"a rooster chirped a few times, and the silent village immediately became lively: birds chirped and chatted about the sky; The stream jingles and sings; The weeping willows by the stream were depressed, but now they are full of energy, holding their heads high and listening to the stream singing with relish. People who had a night's rest began a day's work.

At noon, there are five clouds in Wan Li. The weather is sultry and sultry. Trees are listlessly rolling their leaves, and birds are taking a nap on the trees. But the children jumped into the cool stream one by one, and there was a "water fight". "Bang, bang" splash with laughter, watching them play so fiercely, as if in a real battlefield! The joy of children's play also melted into the air, adding a little fun to the sultry noon.

A wisp of light smoke floated lightly from the chimney, and the dusk was not as sultry as noon, but slightly warm in the refreshing wind. Looking up at the sky, I saw the red sunset glow dyed most of the sky red. It's beautiful: look! A fierce tiger is chasing a rabbit, when a good horse appears, running on the boundless grassland ... The colors of the sky are also changing: crimson and orange ... as if it were the wonderful magic of the magic master, it is dizzying.

The sun left the sky reluctantly. The beautiful moon casts a Yin Hui on the earth, and the gentle moonlight is as calm as water and sprinkled on people's faces.

The beautiful sky is like a blue carpet inlaid with countless shiny "little diamonds". The little star's eyes twinkle, so cute that people soon enter the sweet dream country ... The scenery in the country is like a painting, moving and freehand, so beautiful that people want to stay.

2. The last ray of description of rural life scene is the most beautiful, and the most beautiful sunset has embarked on a long way home. The farm life at this time is exactly the kind of warm and friendly home that we yearn for most, the kind of comfortable and warm home that farmers feel after coming back from work. This kind of life can only be found here. I don't know how many spring and autumn, how many days and nights, it still slipped down in a hurry, or stretched out one by one, whether it was flowering or withering.

It seems that I have been isolated for many years. In the forgotten years, I always want to find a clean soil, fill my stomach when I am hungry, and travel freely when I am happy.

I don't know how many years have passed, but the pace of the clock is so long that it will go on forever, but it will stay for a few years forever. Over the past few years, I just want this stable and happy farm life, so that people here can feel the truth of life and their inner persistence.

The animals here love to stand outside the door in droves in the evening and enjoy the radiant life. People here love to step on the last ray of sunshine after dinner and seek a happy life.

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

Let a beautiful life permeate life, and everything here will be more magnificent and beautiful?

The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields and the roadside is covered with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs leads along the winding dirt road to the distant virgin forest. Tibet's diaojiao buildings are scattered on the roadside. Cattle and sheep are hidden from time to time in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea ... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval local flavor.

Huanglong township is located in a small market town in the mountainous area, which is quite distinctive. The Lao people in the town are mainly Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in housing construction, diet and other aspects, but their daily life customs still maintain the habits of the Han nationality and form a unique folk custom. Visitors to local farmhouses are usually treated warmly, tasting buttered tea, drinking a bowl of green tree wine, and then riding the owner's horse to visit the mountain pasture, so that they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here.

Tens of thousands of acres of pear blossoms and hundreds of thousands of acres of golden cauliflower make Pengzhou's rural areas colorful and constitute Pengzhou's charming western Sichuan style. A few days ago, the first rural flower viewing festival in Pengzhou in 2006 with the theme of rural tourism in China was held in Gexianshan Town and hongyan town.

The Garden Party was hosted by Pengzhou people and hosted by Gexianshan Town and hongyan town people, and lasted from March to May.

On the opening day, tens of thousands of citizens strolled in the green fields and enjoyed flowers in the shallow hills in the Shanxi Valley Park of Gexian County and Li Huaping of Hongyan, and participated in the opening ceremony of the first rural flower viewing festival in Pengzhou in 2006 with the theme of "China rural tour".

Ao, Deputy Secretary-General of Sichuan Provincial People's Congress, announced the opening of the Garden and Flower Festival.

Strolling along the country road, watching patches of cauliflower, pear blossom and peach blossom, experiencing the simplicity and nature of the country, a cup of green tea and a cool one, this March country is a unique picture.

The river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields, and in the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!

Past ancient windmills, the leaves of windmills turn in the wind like open wings, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world!

A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! And gorgeous tulips that captivate countless lovers ...

In the season of tulip fragrance, the charming girl's smile is as fragrant as flowers. ...

Huanglong township is located in a small market town in the mountainous area, which is quite distinctive. The Lao people in the town are mainly Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in housing construction, diet and other aspects, but their daily life customs still maintain the habits of the Han nationality and form a unique folk custom. Visitors to local farmhouses are usually treated warmly, tasting buttered tea, drinking a bowl of green tree wine, and then riding the owner's horse to visit the mountain pasture, so that they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here.

Quiet lakes, windmills, green grass and small houses are so pleasant.

Tulip fields are booming, fragrant and windmills are spinning! Is this a dream?

Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting!

Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass.

Surrounded by full of green, the green is amazing, and the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery. ...

This composition describing the field exudes the breath of spring.

Unconsciously, spring has quietly come to us. With the arrival of spring, everything in the world began to recover.

Nature woke up after a winter's sleep.

Spring is a pleasant season. From the inside out, my body and mind also relaxed. Maybe I haven't breathed for a long time. After a winter, I can finally enjoy breathing the air of nature. After a winter wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, I can finally "shed". I feel relaxed, stress-free, and it's much more convenient to walk around.

Grass slowly emerged from the soil, frozen soil, hard clods, softened a little by the breath of spring, and grass had more strength. Generate accumulated a winter's strength and finally broke ground-sprouted.

Looking at the distance, a yellow and tender whip hangs from top to bottom, gently brushing across the earth, like driving a horde of horses on the battlefield, and for a while it looks like a young girl's delicate long hair in spring, fluttering against the spring breeze.

Walking on the path leading to the field, looking at the field in the distance, it is green and full of vitality. Wheat also began its growth process. Snowflakes in winter have covered it all winter. It survived the most difficult time, and finally it rained over the rainbow. I believe that soon, he will grow up and grow tall. The grass is green in the distance, but it is not so lush in the near future, just like a poem.

The warm sunshine in spring gently shines on the fields and people. Blood flows faster, bones become stronger, everything blends in and absorbs the essence of nature.

Rain, which is also the most common in spring, is drizzling, gently sticking to the grass, caressing other people's houses and sticking to the wide road. This light rain won't wet your clothes, but it will make you more awake.

Walking in the field path in spring, living in people's world, filled with the breath of spring everywhere. A year's plan lies in spring, so we should cherish the spring of a year. I hope it works.

4. Composition describing autumn fields

How charming the field scenery is in October, like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give the rice the last moisture. The sun came out and it was golden in front of me. The full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, giving off an "autumn". The field scenery in October is so charming, just like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give rice the last moisture. The sun came out and it was golden in front of me. The full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, making a "pleasant sound".

After lunch, it seems that someone is silently directing, old people, young people and children. They all happen to coincide, holding silver sickles, leaving home, rushing to the field and starting to grab the harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and wet their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. "Click click" rang into one piece and merged into an idyllic symphony. How wonderful and cheerful the sound is! You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

Overnight, all the standing rice slept on the floor like a carpet. This field has become very broad. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Ah! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, much like a lush grassland. Wheat leaves are long and thin, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if they were taller and faster than anyone else.

There is a hole in front of me. I looked up and saw all kinds of vegetables: red peppers, green vegetables, clustered grass heads ... I pulled out a green vegetable with roots like grandpa's beard and leaves and vegetable handles like pieces of table tennis boards.

What a charming Akita!

5. description of rice cutting scene 400 words autumn is the harvest season. There are many fruits in the field, and the farmers' uncles are busy as a bee, which is a vibrant scene. Today I came to my grandparents' house to cut rice.

When I came to the rice field, I saw a golden ocean. The rice bowed to me, and the field was full of laughter and laughter. I need a sickle to cut rice, because I am weak and I don't cut rice hard enough. I chose a sickle to mow the grass.

Before starting work, my grandparents and I made a bet: who cut the fastest, who won, who rested; Whoever loses, let him contract the next piece of land. I know I didn't cut it, and my face is as angry as a tomato. I think, isn't it obvious that I'm going to lose? Let me cut so much that I can finish it in the Year of the Monkey. Didn't all the rice wither? But I have to reluctantly agree.

The game officially begins! I saw grandma's skillful movements and cut a lot of rice in a blink of an eye. I patted my chest, which is not good. Grandpa is much more capable than me. I put on my gloves, grabbed a handful of golden rice and tried my best to cut it open. After some hard work, I looked up and saw victory waving to my grandparents. They laughed and walked leisurely to the finish line. I'm trying, too. I'm sweating from the heat. It's really hard.

The sickle fell to the ground. I won't cut it. I gave up. I said to my grandmother, "I have a special reason!" " I'm a child, I can't do it! "Grandma smiled and said," I didn't seem to say I wanted you to cut rice before. Children don't take part in such activities! ""I smiled, and so did my grandparents.

Students, every grain of grain is bought by farmers with hard work and sweat. They are as precious as gold. Food is hard to get. Let's act and cherish it!

6. fantasy on the ground. This scene is 80 happy; The imaginary self is always perfect; Imagined elders are always amiable; Everything in my fantasy is as I wish. I, a girl who loves fantasy, often live in a fantasy castle. I can imagine a beautiful scene at any time and any place as long as there is scenery. One snowy winter, I stood on my balcony, leaning against the handrail, looking at the snowy community, and I couldn't help but fantasize ... wearing a skirt with small crystal stones everywhere, a shiny diamond crown and a pair of water crystal shoes, I was spinning in the hall, waltzing, spinning, spinning ... "Ouch! Baby! " I was awakened from my fantasy by my mother's crying. "What's the matter? Mom? " I asked. My mother said, "Look for it yourself!" I look at myself, haha! It turned out that I forgot to close the window, so I became a "snowman"! Another time, I walked on the tree-lined path and began to fantasize again ... this time, I became a beautiful little girl. My hair hangs down to my waist. I wear a pink dress. I sit on the swing and keep shaking it. My mouth still gives off a silvery laugh from time to time. My hair is like black E79FA5E98193E4893E5B6565546. I suddenly cried, oh! I'm busy imagining things again. I accidentally bumped into a tree. I am such a girl who loves fantasy. Hehe, interesting.

7. Describe the scene in 500 words. My hometown is in the countryside, which is very beautiful.

The village is located in a deep mountain urn surrounded by mountains. From a distance, it looks like a newly blooming lotus, bending inward and wrapping this small mountain village in its arms. Talking in this mountain urn can spread far and far, and you can magically hear the echo.

The breeze brought waves of fragrant rice, and patches of rice fields were lifted by the wind, resulting in layers of Jin Lang. Heavy ears of rice, like a shy girl in meditation. In the field, hardworking farmers, wearing hats, some bent down and waved sickles to cut rice, and some came and went carrying rice. Tractors run back and forth on the harvested land, and layers of mud waves turn up behind them. On the edge of the village, people are threshing corn with a thresher, and the raised corn grains hang like waterfalls on the mountain. Crops are piled high on the roof. The roof of every household is covered with corn cobs, persimmons, dried sweet potatoes and so on. , a harvest scene. There is also a small trade market in the village. There are countless agricultural and sideline products and vegetables in the market, including onions, garlic, vegetables, eggplant, peanuts, bean products and so on. There is a plate of fried dough sticks here and a stack of cakes there. Half a fan of pork is hung on the wooden frame in rows, fat and thin, fresh and tender. It's really dazzling, and suddenly there is an endless white in front of me, like pieces of white clouds falling into the field. I immediately ran over, and it turned out that the naughty cotton peach girl anxiously opened her mouth and hastily spit out her snow-white cotton wool to meet people's picking. You see, in the cotton field, young and old are carrying bamboo baskets on their waists. How happy they are to pick them! Girls and boys are humming harvest songs, and their hands are picking like shuttles. One cotton after another falls into the bamboo basket. Several urchins of the same size, picking cotton for a while and playing hide-and-seek among cotton bushes for a while, are like a group of fast-colored birds.

When the sun goes down, I should go home. The column-shaped kitchen smoke rising from Ran Ran, the restless silent stream, and the old cow walking alone with the sunset are all like candied haws strung on the slender bamboo sticks of memory, which are delicious and sweet and have the flavor of hometown.

8. Describe the beautiful scenes about autumn fields [Describe the beautiful scenes about autumn fields] Autumn has come, leaves have fallen, and autumn is crisp and fruitful. It's really charming! Looking at the fields in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the most beautiful and attractive thing is the autumn fields, describing the beautiful fragments about the autumn fields. In the hole below, the rice is ripe, and it seems that someone has sprinkled a thick layer of gold on the ground. Autumn waves shake the ears of rice, making the heavy ears of rice swing rhythmically, as if the golden mountain were sliding. The primary school students wrote "Describe the beautiful fragments about the autumn fields". It's like a touching piece of music. A section of road is covered with trees on both sides. Wearing cotton-padded clothes in summer and a crown of smocks in winter, I lost a lot of weight. A gust of wind blows, leaves fall, red, yellow and flowery ... like a fairy scattering flowers, and like thousands of colorful butterflies flying in the air. Looking up at the sky, I saw a flock of geese flying from the north and far away from the south. They lined up neatly and exchanged formations. Arranged according to a word for a while, a herringbone for a while, and a big character for a while ... On the hillside, sorghum stands proudly. When the autumn wind blows, they are like handfuls of victory torches, swaying happily. Ah, the fields in autumn are really beautiful! I like the fields in autumn. [Describe the wonderful fragment about Akita] Essay: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success.

9. The composition of the scene description is about 400 words. It's late autumn. Walking into the empty campus, a cold wind blew, which made people feel chilly.

The campus in autumn is still brilliant and pleasant, and the trees are still so green; Flowers don't seem to know that late autumn has arrived, but they are still fragrant and open, still attracting bees with fragrance; Butterflies are still dancing on campus, attracting students' attention with their beautiful figures. There are some yellow leaves falling from trees in the flower beds on campus, and people's breath condenses into milky heat in the fresh air.

Although it is already late autumn, the sun still goes to work every day, giving plants enough light and heat so that they can still grow well in the cold late autumn. Trees on campus sometimes sway with the wind; Sometimes standing still; Sometimes a few poor leaves fall from the branches.

However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late autumn. The flowers on campus are still blooming, bees are still busy collecting honey, and there are many bees flying around the flowers, looking for which one is better.

The sky in late autumn is unusually solemn and bright. After the self-study, it was already dark, which made people feel very mysterious. There are several stars in the high sky, which makes people wonder: where have all the other stars gone? I like late autumn, bright sky and cool season! Autumn scenery, you came quietly, silently, and in a blink of an eye, the earth was covered with golden clothes. You came to the field quietly, and the wheat fragrance drifted away, and the fields of crops looked like rolling waves from a distance; Looking closely, wheat bent over with laughter, sorghum blushed, corn blossomed, and people in the field were busy. "Sing a song about harvesting, harvest wheat, sorghum, corn and soybeans, and send them to the country after harvesting.

"Youyang's song tells the joy of farmers' autumn harvest. You came quietly, brought a yellow dress and a red dress, and looked at the mountain on the side, as if you had crossed a layer of gold.

Flying leisurely, countless yellow butterflies flew down from above, and a group circled in mid-air. I don't know how long it took, and the dark yellow clothes turned into light yellow; Pale yellow has turned to stone. You see, it looks like a naughty child. Look at the mountain over there. Sorghum is drunk. It is simply a piece of Red Sea, covering half the sky. It is connected with Xia Guang and burning like a flame. This combination of yellow and red gives people an indescribable warmth, and even forgets that in a few days, winter is coming.

You came quietly, bringing beautiful Qiu Guang scenery and rich fruits. Listen, gongs and drums are loud and lively. People who have been busy for a year are filled with overwhelming joy: "Another bumper harvest year has come." I am infatuated with autumn! Autumn-colorful season, fruit harvest season, thriving season.

Autumn in my hometown is neither too hot nor too cold. Although the air is not as fresh as before and the leaves are beginning to wither, one thing is getting more and more mature-rice. When I walked out of the house and looked around, the first thing I saw was rice. There is so much rice.

Rice matures gradually in people's unconscious. Autumn in my hometown is golden yellow, and basically everything is yellow.

In autumn in my hometown, rice ripens and turns yellow. In autumn in my hometown, the grass withered and turned yellow.

In autumn in my hometown, the leaves on the trees gradually turn yellow and will soon wither. In the fields, dirt roads and roadsides, whatever green plants are basically going to wither.

Especially the grass, is waiting for the arrival of spring, adding a touch of green to the world. Autumn in my hometown is a harvest season. There are big peaches on peach trees, big pears on pear trees, huge oranges on orange trees, mature rice in the fields, and many edible fruits are ripe.

The wind is so soft, the water is so smooth, the sky is so blue and people are so active. Autumn in my hometown is like this, comparable to spring.

Autumn in my hometown is much warmer than winter in my hometown, and autumn in my hometown is cooler than summer. Ah, how gentle you are in autumn in your hometown! Autumn in my hometown is also the autumn in my hometown when I was a child. It's always blue and charming. Occasionally, the clouds are changing all kinds of graphics, leaving you endless reverie.

However, the autumn of middle age is also the autumn of a foreign land, and I always can't see my thoughts at that time. When I arrived in Linyi a few days ago, I looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window on the expressway, as if I had returned to my childhood and hometown.

Autumn symbolizes maturity and can bring people the joy of harvest. I remember how "cool" it was to hold round and big sweet potatoes at dusk in first frost, in the smoke not far away. What's more, burned soybeans with dead leaves are looking for endless autumn fragrance. I dare say it is the most delicious bean fragrance in the world! At least in the present city, I have never smelled it! Autumn is the season when "yellow things fade".

The original green leaves gradually lost their true colors of life. Under the attack of wind, frost, rain and snow, it turns yellow day by day, and then quietly floats down with the wind. At the moment of enjoying the beautiful scenery, I had to wear delicate yellow leaves and hang them under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance floating from the scones after burning.

My mouth is watering. An able young man can eat ten at a time. I have never smelled such a kind fragrance in my wandering after leaving home! At that time, there was no sadness in the fallen leaves of my hometown. Now, the fallen leaves in a foreign land are just countless. In my heart, the occasional thoughts and comforts are all in the face of this silent destruction, whether it is fire nirvana or life evolution.

Someone in autumn scenery said, "Autumn is really beautiful!" Especially looking for autumn. Autumn is in the field

The rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.

In autumn in the Woods, the leaves of all kinds of trees are yellow and fall on the pond and the ground one by one. However, the pine tree still stands tall and motionless in the wind, and its leaves are still so green.

Autumn is in the garden. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, including red, yellow, green, white and orange ... The petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin shredded radish.

Some chrysanthemums have all their petals spread out, revealing bright yellow flower cores; Some chrysanthemums only spread two or three petals; And chrysanthemums.

10. Composition Singing in the Field As the saying goes, "Weeding at noon, sweating drops." This sentence shows the hard work of farmers to the fullest. Do you know their laughter during the harvest season? Let's take a look together!

Listen, there are waves of laughter and singing in the distance. Guess who it is? I didn't expect that. It's the farmer's uncle. They are celebrating a bumper harvest of food and fruit.

You see, under the breeze, golden wheat dances into a golden ocean, splashing constantly, and nodding in the wind like enthusiastic people who line up neatly to meet our distant guests.

Red sorghum stands upright, like a soldier practicing his stance. As soon as we praised them, they blushed at once. It is really cute.

Smell it, Sister Ju is wearing French perfume again, which makes people feel fragrant from a distance. Sister Ju immediately gave me a big smile, as if to say softly, "Thank you for your compliment. It seems that I have to buy more perfume! " I looked at her innocent face and smiled.

Some red apples are in groups of three or five, as if discussing how to surprise us; Some are only accompanied by a leaf, as if the schoolbag of the person with the right back has just come out of school and is ready to go home; The others seemed so excited that a macho man jumped down and jumped at my feet.

Ding Dong Ding Dong, a beautiful melody is ringing in my ears. This is the girl who is learning water, beating the time, as if waiting for the performer. Suddenly, a loud cry melted into the melody of the girl in the stream, as if another beat had begun, and then several calls came.

who is calling? I looked up, and it turned out that the geese flew south in autumn! You see that the geese are arranged in a "one" shape for a while, and then in a "human" shape. This is simply a beautiful picture of unity. How beautiful!

Facing the beautiful scenery, I couldn't help singing. At this time, wheat was dancing, sorghum was on sentry duty, chrysanthemum was the host for the time being, apple was the impartial judge, Xiaoxi and Goose were skilled musicians, and I became a singing star. You said, isn't this a landscape painting singing in the field?