We went up the mountain road, with trees and trees on the side of the road, luxuriant flowers and trees. The sound of knowing was connected into a piece. The small ditch beside the mountain road was rippling, the mountain was lush and lush. It was a good place for the beautiful mountains and rivers!
On the uneven hills, a row of white walls and black tiles of village houses were built along the road. In the east of the village, there is a small courtyard, which is planted with two four seasons osmanthus trees in the middle. There are clusters of osmanthus flowers on the branches, which exudes a wisp of fragrance, which drives away the sultry of summer and makes people feel very comfortable.
The bamboo fence in front of the courtyard was covered with tender yellow melon flowers, purple lentils, white gourd flowers, and that water-friendly, lively and attractive morning glory. Grandma stood at the gate of the hospital to meet us. I ran over happily and cried out, xxxHello grandma, grandma!xxx! Snuggle close to grandma.
I stood at the door of my grandmother's house, looking at a large area of rice fields. The rice was full of grain, heavy, and the pressed rice could not stand up. Under the breeze, the waves of rice fluctuate and brush the ground, and the rice is as golden as the bright color of the sunset in the field. My grandmother and I walked on the path of the field, smelling the fragrance of rice, as if they saw the farmer uncle waving the harvest scene.
The life of the country brought me a strong feeling of thought. If I had a camera, I would have to take a picture of the rolling mountains, the golden rice fields, the harvest in the watermelon fields and the great buffalo with the high songs. I can't help but admire: the countryside is really like a natural, harmonious landscape painting!