my birthplace is extremely beautiful! everywhere branch numerous xie mao, mao linxiu bamboo, the road of country is uneven, after rain during springtime passes, the seeper in pothole is in of sunshine beamed fall to resemble gem showing brilliance commonly, road both sides is growing lofty covert, covert stays in partial sunshine keep out, sunshine the spot like can overhand star, be in fairy tale world personally among them on foot in.

midday, sun fierce part of the day, old people sleeps in the home, but lively jump again leather children run in cool river water to swim however, sprinkle that sparkling water, below blue sky, river water is clear see an end, water of that dark green lake is glittering and translucent and bright, resemble the mirror of one side beauty, resemble gem again dazzling in that way, in river water, fish in lively swim, they are much joy!

dusk, i lie in shiny green grass, look at a sky, at this moment the sun already stopped a ray, became the big disc of a gong gong, look really lovely. he resembles the child's face, lie is worn the mouth, resemble a big rubber ball, offend so that we burst out laughing, final sun is happy jump, hide west hill backside, leave light light only.the scenery of home town is much more beautiful!

我的村庄的作文篇2

初以为，乡村便是童话的乐园。它褪去了城市的浮华，洗尽了尘世的繁杂。它也许是凡?高画布上的阿尔，有明镜般纯粹的蓝天，有油彩般绚烂的花海，那金黄的向日葵在阳光的哺育下长出希望的种子；它也许是陶潜诗中的田园，在雾气迷蒙中演绎着仙侣的故事，斜斜的日光轻洒，便是悠然。

at first, i thought that the countryside is the fairyland of fairy tales. it has faded the city's ostentation and washed away the complexity of the world. it may be al on van gogh's canvas, a pure blue sky like a mirror, a sea of colorful flowers like an oil paint, and the golden sunflowers grow the seeds of hope under the nurture of the sun; it may be the countryside in tao qian's poetry, performing the story of immortals in the misty fog, and the oblique light of the sun is leisurely.

那只是诗中画中的乡村，当我们真实地走进乡村，用心去感知乡村，便会发现，我们的乡村在经历着苦痛。那里也有阳光，那阳光不是温暖而是毒辣地炙烤着这片土地。远望去，土地上那个佝偻的背影，在朝夕间，在春秋中，在这片土地上耗尽心力。他在这片土地上成长，他的汗水滋养了这片土地；他在这片土地上学会坚强，他的脚步坚实了这片土地；他生于黄土又归于黄土，世世代代，生生不息。风暴来了，他的心如那田间摇曳的庄稼般颤动，他的泪水在他满是沟壑的脸颊上纵横，如那淹没田间的水，层层漫过他的心田，浸没他的呼吸。干旱来了，庄稼如他枯瘦的身体一般摇坠，他看不到希望，看不到丰收，他混浊的眼干涸空洞。

it's just the countryside in the poem. when we really go into the countryside and feel the countryside with our heart, we will find that our countryside is experiencing pain. there is also sunshine, which is not warm but scorching the land. from afar, the rickety back in the land, in the morning and night, in the spring and autumn period, in this piece of land to work hard. he grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; he learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; he was born in loess and returned to loess, generation after generation, endless. when the storm came, his heart vibrated like the swaying crops in the field. his tears ran across his gullied cheeks, like the water submerged in the field, layer upon layer over his heart, soaking his breath. when the drought came, the crops fell like his thin body. he could not see the hope or the harvest. his turbid eyes dried up and emptied.

他们也有快乐的时候，只是这种幸福仿佛如此卑微。他们最大的幸福就是丰收，饱满的谷粒仿佛是一颗颗珠宝，他们的眼角笑成了月牙。他们最渴望的生活便是风调雨顺，他们只想也只要这样平凡的生活。

they also have happy times, but this kind of happiness seems so humble. their greatest happiness is the harvest. the full grains of grain seem to be jewels. their eyes are full of smiles. their most yearning life is good weather, they just want to have such an ordinary life.

这样的乡村图景会不会让我们感到失望？而其实，乡村正因这份残酷的美丽而更见真实。感受乡村，别总是做一个悠闲的观光者，在体味它的宁静与纯净的同时，给它的苦痛多一点目光，给它的辛苦多一点理解与悲悯。

will such a rural landscape disappoint us? in fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. to feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. while appreciating its tranquility and purity, give it more pain, understanding and compassion.

感受乡村，感受农耕文明跳动的脉搏，感受中国最浑厚的呐喊，感受那片土地的厚重，感受那片土地浸润的血汗；感受中国农民最淳朴的执著与坚忍，感受中国农民所经历的苦痛与无奈。

feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the deepest cry of china, feel the heaviness of the land, feel the sweat of the infiltration of the land, feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of chinese farmers, feel the pain and helplessness experienced by chinese farmers.

当我们用鄙夷的目光看着他们，我们是否想过是他们用血汗带给了我们昂扬的希望。

when we look at them with disdainful eyes, we wonder if they bring us high hopes with blood and sweat.

中国的农民用最卑微的姿势在中国的历史上站成了永恒，且让我们用心去感受乡村！

chinese farmers with the most humble posture in the history of china has become an eternal stand, and let us feel the country with our hearts!

我的村庄的作文篇3

i like busy, busy city, i prefer quiet, leisurely countryside.

when the weather is fine, walk path in countryside, the distant mountains like the green barrier, isolates the hustle and bustle of the city. roadside piece dignified standing forest of pine trees, like the army of the discipline in a head of inspection. in the sun, the flowers bloom smile, green leaves of green, bees are busy mining, butterfly dance. kids of cattle lying on the grass on the side of the road to read with relish, not far from the tame cows eat grass in bend both ends.

peasant madadayo smoke from kitchen chimneys, above the house the children in the bamboo forest is cut down a pieces of bamboo as a weapon, ready to back down the man smoking a cigarette in bamboo chair in front of the yard, quietly watching running around foraging in a crowd. "eat", the mistress of a summons, everyone sitting around the hearth, watched stewed up with skin and preserved pig feet, red pepper fried turnip, homemade sweet bean curd, cold fold son root.

the beautiful rural scenery, the quiet life of the country just like tao yuanming's shangri-la, deeply attracted me.

我喜欢热闹、忙碌的城市，更喜欢宁静、悠闲的乡村。

天晴的时候，走在乡村的小路上，远处的峰峦像绿色的屏障，将城市的喧嚣隔离开来。路旁成片的松林威严地挺立，像纪律严明的军队在接受首长的检阅。在阳光的照射下，花儿绽放笑脸，叶子绿得碧眼，蜜蜂忙着采密，蝴蝶翩翩起舞。放牛的娃儿躺在路边的草地上津津有味地看书，不远处两头温顺的牛儿在低头吃草。

农家上空炊烟袅袅，屋后竹林里的孩子们正砍下一截截竹子准备当武器，下地归来的男人叼着烟坐在院子前的竹椅上，静静地看着跑来跑去觅食的鸡群。“吃饭了”，女主人的一声召唤后，大家围坐在炉子边，有滋有味地吃起带皮炖腊猪脚、红辣椒炒大头菜、自制香豆腐、凉拌折儿根。

美丽的乡村景色、宁静的乡村生活就像陶渊明笔下的桃花源，深深地吸引着我。

我的村庄的作文篇4

i have a nice and small bedroom.there is a beautiful bed and two small chair.i also have a big and tall closet because i have many clothes.there is a big desk next to the window.

i always do my homework at the desk.there is a family photo on the wall.we took this photo this summer holiday.i like my bedroom.

我的村庄的作文篇5

风很和煦，裹挟着湿润的气息。草尖上的露珠晶亮晶亮，有各色野花在小路两旁自在绽放。

这是我村前的小路，这也是我每天早晨要走过的小路，小路弯弯缓缓向前延伸，路旁有三两个水塘，塘边立着我喜欢的杨柳树。小路上，铺着松软的草，人在上面悠闲散步。头顶的天蓝得透明，配上白云，没有比这更纯净的色彩。久住楼林的人们，你见过这么蓝的天吗？它是和绿草野花相配的天，它是和参天大树相依的天，它是让你的心明朗朗的天。忽而有鸟从白云间掠过，划一道优美的弧线。

树枝上的鸟不少，跳着舞着，歌声婉转。停下脚步侧耳倾听，有的尖细，有的悠扬，有的高亢……它们是多么高兴呀，一家家走着亲戚。

田野是情感最丰富的化妆师，金黄、浅紫、粉红……流光溢彩的色调变幻着。它着色大胆，画得酣畅淋漓，使得我眼前的田野，每天都是那么妩媚迷人。我是那么热切地喜欢这里的田野，喜欢田野里的大豆、高粱，还有大片大片的稻谷……

远山如黛，缠一缕薄薄的云雾，像刚被晕染的水墨画。我的眼睛也忍不住向那个方向看去，因为有太阳从山那边跳出来，它让我们的视野逐渐明亮开阔起来，它会给我们蓬勃向上的力量。

我每天在这条小路上散步，不担心会有汽车冲过来的危险，也不担心有灰尘蒙住我的眼睛。每一口空气里都有青草味、花香味，每一次驻足注目里，会有鸟的影蝶的影花的影，还有在田间地头耕作的乡亲的影。

棒槌声声，早晨总会有乡亲在水边的青石板上捶衣，虽然家家用上了自来水，也有很多人家有洗衣机，可乡亲们还是喜欢提着装满衣服的水桶到水塘边洗，一下一下的捶着，把日子捶得自在悠闲。

乡村人家喜欢在建着楼房的院子里，修间厨房，搭个土灶，烧一把柴火，用大铁锅煮，煮一锅香甜米饭，煮一罐浓酽的肉汤，把日子煮得充充实实、精精神神。日落时分，村子里炊烟袅袅，鸡鸣犬吠，一片闹腾。

小院里种着花，乡下人家也不在乎花的品种高贵与否，红红艳艳，枝肥叶绿就行，能开花就行。就着花香，小圆桌摆开，我沏一壶酒，烧几个小菜，陪着老父亲，一口接一口喝着，脸红了，父亲又开始海吹了，吹就吹吧，我笑着听。老人家能健康地喝几口，还有吹牛的神气，这是多么让人高兴的事。母亲并不闲着，一边轻声笑骂着，一边忙着给桌上添一碟刚出锅的花生米。

这里是我的村庄，我一直住在村庄里，我沾染了许多乡里的烟火，喜欢端碗饭蹲在井边，边和乡邻大声说着话，边大口地扒着饭；喜欢提着竹篮，踩在泥巴地里摘豆荚；喜欢戴顶尖尖斗笠，在水塘边钓鱼虾。我还喜欢站在二楼的阳台上向四周看，看我们绿荫掩映的村庄，看鸟在枝头开成一朵朵墨色的花，看小松鼠一家在村前的林子里窜来窜去偷果子吃，看牵着牛去饮水驮着犁去耕作的乡亲……

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