I like the carefree life in the countryside, the peaceful field road, roadside farm courtyard, a flowing stream... All is not desirable.
The morning the sunrise, singing yet, will the people wake up, sleep has injected new vitality for them, hard-working farmers began to a day of activities. Occasionally, walk the path in the field, there are a few root of wheat quietly into his trousers, slight shaking, like a naughty ground say "hello" with me. Wayside brook, there are a few small tadpoles swam in merry, a few dragonfly flying through the surface, rapid fly to the sky, with one, happy and comfortable. Then, several children run from the front of the past, what are they doing? Oh, the original is chasing the dragonfly. In the blink of an eye, they are submerged in the dense grain, but the scream of joy still legible.
At noon, yellow pink sunflower blossoms against the midday sun. Sitting in the yard of a peasant, listening to the cicadas on the buttonwood tree birds, occasionally there will be a flower cat through the legs. At this time, walk the crook, will feel at ease and pleasure.
Evening, on that day a small hillside, a dwarf tree, is a layer of golden rays of the sun on the plating, seems to be a picture of a frozen xieyi painting, a beautiful memories. In the last fading light in that moment, everything in the world and becomes quiet, birds don't call the dog bark, even forget the old cow is eating grass, quietly staring at the direction of the setting sun...
Rural night, the stars in the sky like the people of the earth, and the number is countless. At this point, lying in a rocking chair and looked at the bright sky, felt at ease. Quiet comfortable night, overworked of a day of men in blast a cry, the exhaustion of the end of the day, sweet to sleep.
What a beautiful country life! So intoxicating, so desirable! I pursue the country life is full of poetic!
我喜欢无忧无虑的乡村生活,那宁静的田间小路,路边的农家院落,潺潺流动的`小溪……无一不令人向往。
晨光微曦,一声声清脆的鸟鸣,将睡梦中的人们唤醒,为他们注入了崭新的活力,勤快的农民开始了一天的活动。行走在田间小路上,偶尔有几根麦子悄悄地钻进裤腿,轻微的晃动着,像是在调皮地跟我打招呼。路旁的小溪里,有几只小蝌蚪在快活的游动着,几只蜻蜓从水面上掠过,急速的飞向天空,你追我赶,快乐而又惬意。紧接着,几个孩子从面前飞奔过去,他们在干什么呢?哦,原来是在追那些蜻蜓。一眨眼的工夫,他们就淹没在了浓密的麦穗中,但那快乐的叫喊仍清晰可辨。
中午,一朵朵粉色的太阳花迎着正午的烈日绽放。坐在农家的院落里,听着那棵梧桐树上的蝉鸣鸟叫,偶尔会有一只花猫从腿间穿过。此时,漫步溪边,一定会感到轻松,愉悦。
黄昏,在那洒落日的小山坡上,一棵矮树,被太阳的余辉镀上了一层金黄色,似乎一幅被定格的写意画一样,美得令人心醉。在最后一抹余晖消逝的那一瞬,世间的一切仿佛都变得安静了,鸟不叫了,狗不吠了,连正在吃草的老牛也忘记了一切,静静的注视着落日的方向……
乡村的夜幕降临了,天上的繁星就像地上的人,数也数不清。此时,躺在摇椅上,望着那璀璨的星空,心情无比舒畅。寂静安逸的夜晚,劳累了一天的农人们在阵阵蛙鸣声中,结束一整天的疲惫,进入甜美的梦乡。
多么美好的乡村生活啊!那么令人沉醉,那么令人向往!我追求充满诗情画意的乡村生活!
我的生命是一根缰绳,珍贵只是牵满了星星,我的年华是一块夜屏,可爱只是匿藏着歌唱,星星的歌唱。
都只是在哀悼轮回?
透明胶上的粘着的文字,都是我的一些过往罢。很久就睡在回忆里,梦着那些曾经很真实的满天星星璀璨的岁月;但是,梦属于过去,梦想即便属于未来了,不是么?于是幻想。单纯的幻想着下一个轮回,在圈圈圆圆的生命第二次。我扬起脸,看到的闪烁繁星和明明无无的月光,可没有月亮,便亦无圆与缺之谈。
我是一只乌鸦,那个冬天是我第二次生命的开始。我不明白,白色的季节为什么赐予我黑色的羽毛,茫莽的`阴影搁伤了我的喉咙,“呀——呀”的叫声混淆着空气变成哭泣。
不过单调的生活很快让我习惯自己。
也许我的命运很糟糕,但是我一直过得很真实、纯朴。并整天整夜如此乐观地歌颂我自以为了不起的生活意义,尽管我的歌声使我狼狈——人们把我视为倒霉之物,把我的忠告听成诅咒——如此狼狈。
而我知道,这不过仅仅是黑色的奉予罢了。
举头,侧目,忽见微闪星星。
我忍不住又叫:“呀——呀——”夜空很狰狞,欣悦只是星星灿烂地冲我笑。我也希望像星星一样,微笑,大笑,甚至狂笑。可是我不懂得。
冬天的夜,漫无温热的夜,我孤立在光秃秃的枝头,望着自己的投影不断地打寒颤,于是飞回窝里去。刺骨的寒风使我难眠,漫长寒夜,我数着天空中的繁星,直到启明星也消失,然后对自己说晚安。
树下面有位老人,是乞丐,老人蜷缩在树边,挣扎在生命线的最后。生命是一条线段,有两个端点。起点很欢悦,但终点不一定。几道寒风的镂刻,老人终于在颤抖中死去,但身子便不颤抖了。这是伤悲里的幸福么?我在老人上空盘旋了几圈,然后哀鸣:“呀——呀——”随即下面走过的路人说:“该死的乌鸦。”
其实,我何尝不是在哀悼老人?
我依稀听见星星的歌唱,歌唱老人的轮回。
那些星星的影子,摇曳在老人的明眸里,最后坠落于他的轮回,老人目光呆滞。
这是我的第二轮回,只是还没走到尽头,我懂得这叫浓缩,浓缩在一颗闪烁的星星里。
我是一只乌鸦,当走到线段的第二个端点,那便是我第二次生命的消亡,也是生命的第三次开始。我知道,坠落在轮回里面的仅仅是星星的影子。
繁星。璀璨。
闭上眼,等待下一个轮回。
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。
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