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!

我的村庄作文篇2

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!

我的村庄作文篇3

my beautiful village my hometown is… waists, population, in the mountains, there are many trees and flowers. but a certain season. mountain was covered with colorful flowers. really wonderful! the mountain with water and life, the feeling is really "rain attendance." ah. the sunset, the entire villages are printed blushed, wonderful! i know it is miss also just imagine… the village children really cute, but the baby at home, family liked their own child. for their own child brings happiness, happy family! how i envy them! i can only look stupid, silently in a daze corner of envy others. my village has undergone earth-shaking changes. basically has the following: 1 village is surrounded by mountains, people planted trees, a river flows from the village. 2 in recent years village, great changes have taken place in the village have factories, hospitals, schools and shops. 3 the villagers living standards have improved. … …

my village, beautiful, rich and prosperity, leave your attention. interested, hope everybody many into my village, my life, my world.

我的村庄作文篇4

前两天往家里打电话，母亲说：地里的麦子已经收割，收割完的土地，又种上了玉米和花生。收回家里的麦子，已经晒干了。余一些吃的入仓，剩下的就全卖掉了。你们都不在家，我和你爸吃不了那么多的粮食，省得放坏了。你们在城里尽管忙，外甥今年高考，端午你们就不要回家了，等孩子考完试，再回家也不迟呢。

放下电话，我的眼眶湿润，听得出母亲语音里殷殷的期盼。往年麦季还能借着端午，和我见上一面，今年儿子高考，端午不放假，为了不影响儿子考前复习，我跟母亲说端午不回家过节，等儿子考完试再回去。母亲温慈的笑着，说家里都挺好，不用我们回去，并预祝她的宝贝外孙一定会考得好呢。

我想象着村庄的忙碌，尽管现在收麦子，已经用上了联合收割机，麦子还是要一车一车的拉回家，老爸骑着他的电三轮，左右也得跑上好几趟，才要把麦子收回家。趁着好风好日头，不几日，那铺满一地的金色的麦子也就晒干，该入仓的入仓，该卖掉的也就卖了。再不似从前，家家有麦囤，户户有存粮。那时候的我们，收完麦子串门子，总会比较谁家的粮仓够大，够满，那黄澄澄的麦粒在囤里堆得小山一样高。

前几天玲儿发来视频，说她回家帮老妈最后一次收割麦子，说是收了这一季，以后就不在种地了，老爸老妈也要跟去城里做生意了，家里的土地就承包给别人种。慢慢地，我们都成为挂名的农民了，守着村庄，不再种地。

视频中，玲儿坐在奔驰的四轮车上，追风的女子，美美的映着无边无际的麦田，身后那风吹麦浪的丰收景象迷人又魅惑。

早在十几年前，我也是最后一次收割了麦子，就告别了村庄，跟着他来到城里。起初我家的田是大哥和二哥耕种，如今他们年纪大了，田也不知转给谁去种了，偶尔回家，也没问过他们田里的事。离开村庄时，儿子两岁多，尚不记事。来城里几年，某个麦季，四五岁的孩子，从街上捡了颗麦穗回来，问我是何物，我

蹲下身子，郑重的告诉他：这是麦穗，在老家，我们的田里，种着好多好多这样的麦穗。

如今，我们回村，看不见牛马拉着的平板车，看不见打麦用的石碾子，看不见碾压平整的打麦场，以及那七星八卦阵一样，遍布场地里的高高的麦秸垛。

我们的村庄在变，变得越来越美丽了，两层，三层的小洋楼取代了曾经低矮的瓦房，整洁的水泥路，取代了以往落点雨水就泥泞不堪的土路。路侧布满的花草和绿植，透着城里花木一般的精致，又不失乡野的气息，更有绵延于乡间的花田，旷远而淳美，满足你视角上的盛宴，铺展给你大写的手笔。唯有那条干枯的河流，很少看见有清澈的河水流淌，干瘪的'小河，自村庄蜿蜒而过，多少显出几分违和。

现在许多城里人，羡慕着村庄田园牧歌式的生活，有人想寻一隅简静之处，守一片葱茏绿意，种花，种菜，诗意悠然。现实是，我们的村庄已经在逐步的城镇化，宽敞的街道，整齐的楼房，绿植覆盖，鸟语花香。有社区，有小广场，健身设施一应俱全。村庄的晨起和暮晚，也有大妈或年轻的小媳妇，跳着节奏明快的舞蹈，广场舞早已不是城市大妈们的专利，也是村庄最常见的一道风景呢。

满天的星光下，我们的孩子，不再爬上高高的麦秸垛，听妈妈讲那过去的故事。他们的妈妈动辄就修炼成了舞林高手，美食达人。孩子们则手捧书本，那里有更多的文字空间，丰盈着他们的故事。

我们的村庄，很美，很静，在岁月交迭的光影里，村庄如老人慈悲，亦如孩子天真。而我们居住的房屋，不管简陋或是洋气，都是一副极美的写意诗画。任时光如海，湮没我一段又一段的相思，令人深怀眷恋，思念如故的，依然是留存在心底里的，最美的家园。

最终，不管我们身处何地，漂泊在多远的城事，而我，还是愿意做那个有土地可耕的农人，房前种花，屋后种菜，心中无闲事，低眉弄青篱。回首二三农人，浅语不事桑麻。忙来荷锄农事，闲来读字喝茶。手中的日子，可以烟火小安，可以诗心悠然。我只愿依着如水的光阴，把余生用来虚度自己的喜欢。

村庄，永远是我们灵魂的栖息地，当我们历经所有的繁华，人事纷扰，你不远跋涉，途经村庄，忽觉累了，村庄依然会张开她大大的怀抱，迎纳我们。美丽的故土，才是我们最终的归宿。

心中的思念未满，它们如生长的麦穗，夏日里抽枝，拔节，杨花，打苞，结出初熟的果子，等待着远方归来的你，将它们一一收割。

我的村庄作文篇5

她像一位慈祥的老母亲，虽年事已高，却仍是不辞劳苦地养我长大。

我是她的一个孩子。在那时，我不觉着幸运，以为这河流缓缓地低语是理所当然；以为这树木洒下绿萌是理所当然；以为这鸟儿啼叫得婉转是理所当然。甚至，我还以为这舒适的住所是理所当然。当时幼小的心灵里只充斥着一个想法——这村庄，与这村庄的一切，都似乎本就应该是村庄，是理所当然。

不过，谈起小时候在村庄里的事，也叫人怀念。

幼时我学着爬树，从树底下爬上枝头，俯视着那田野看风景。有时我也会去到那儿，一颗颗希望的种子便如此扎了根，而当硕果累累来临时，我便在稻谷林中穿梭、来往。村庄有一条清澈的'小河，我在夏天最爱的便是在河岸边脱下鞋子，让清凉的河水充分地抚摸我的脚趾头。虽不能躺在水床上仰天看星星，但它确实为我带来了不少乐趣。

可当时，我并不觉得这是奇迹，真不觉得我内心的快乐多半来自这个村庄。我那蒙昧的心里以为这一切都理所当然。我可曾想过，她也有消失的一天？

几年前与父母回去了一趟，却发现原本应有村庄的地方什么也不见了。我愕然了，我不可置信地走上前，只看见面前一堆砖瓦，旁边还有一些工作人员在将余下的危房拆除。我已找不到当初的家，横在我面前的只有砖头与碎裂的房瓦。

我多想拥有，去还原我儿时的乐园？可我已经永远失去了机会，失去了与村庄道谢与告别的唯一机会！

直到那天，我明白了，痛彻心扉地明白了，失去了才懂得珍惜。

我的村庄作文篇6

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!

我的村庄作文篇7

随着三月的桃花在画眉的啼鸣中纷纷盛开，隐匿于记忆深处那故乡的春天又再次清晰地返回我的脑海。一转眼，自己和故乡已经有了近三十年的距离，以致它的影像越来越模糊。梳理离乡多年的风雨岁月，原以为早已忘记了旧时的故乡，但每当月明星稀、夜不能寐时，仰望天空那轮圆月，总会不由自主地就把它想起。

我的故乡在洛阳。作为千年帝都，牡丹花城，一直以来，洛阳都是一个让我引以骄傲和自豪的城市。它因地处古洛水之北岸而得名，河洛文化和河洛文明，是中华民族文化的核心和源头。这里是“河图洛书”的故乡，历史上曾有大大小小十三个朝代105位帝王在此定鼎九州，是华夏民族的精神故乡，是“最早的中国” 。而我出生的那个村落——史家湾，就位于市区东边的洛河北岸。

史家湾，一个很通俗的村名。和那些镶嵌在河流边的中国大多数村庄一样，它的村名后面也自然而然地带着一个“湾”字。但它却是个不一般的湾，因为它栖息在一条中国历史上很著名的河流——洛河的怀抱。和她沿岸的那些大大小小的湾一样，都是这个母亲孕育的子孙，带着她骄傲的印记。而洛河，在这片土地上已经流淌了多少年我倒说不清楚，但我知道她在中国有文字记载的历史上起码已经汹涌澎湃了几千年，大禹治水成功划定九州，还不全赖于洛河里背驮"洛书"的那只神龟。从此，这条河就缓缓流进了中国的历史，成为河洛文化的滥觞，自然也就成为中华文明的发源。

作为一条名闻遐迩的河流，洛河，曾经带给世人无数神奇的传说。如果传说中的宓妃不是神话，那么我们这个村庄的先民们也一定和洛河流域的有洛氏族人们一起，学会了结网捕鱼，学会了狩猎、放牧、养畜。劳动之余，聆听过宓妃用五弦琴奏出的优美动听的乐曲。也一起见证了后羿为保护宓妃，保护百姓的田地、村庄和牲畜与河伯——这个黄河里的浪荡公子，所展开的那场激烈厮杀。

记忆里的故乡是美丽的。一年四季，那条美丽的洛河，从村南沿儿缓缓向东流过。还有一条清澈的溪水从村西向南滑入洛河。而洛河滩上星罗棋布的水塘子，大大小小，深深浅浅。夏天，河里不仅有红尾巴的大鲤鱼还有一群群光屁股的孩子们，一边捉鱼，一边玩水嬉戏。而那溪里，不仅有一米多长的大鳝鱼，更有比火柴棒还短的小虾米。水塘里的鱼似乎品种更多，但好多我都叫不出名字，草鱼、鲢鱼、泥鳅，还有比村庄年龄似乎还长的乌龟。

故乡的村庄，在我的眼里至今还是那么鲜活和饱满，一年四季变换着它缤纷不断的色彩。春季的村庄是艳丽的，桃花李花，粉红雪白，点缀在一望无际的碧绿麦田之上，把浓郁的馨香浸润在村庄家家户户的窗轩。夏季的村庄是甜蜜的，田野被各种时鲜瓜果覆盖着，桃子、李子、杏子，硕果飘香，压弯枝头。那比馒头还大的水蜜桃，每个孩子的肚子最多只能装填两个。甜瓜我倒是能自己吃掉一个，因为喜欢它的香味。西瓜还不熟，就经常有垂诞欲滴的淘气鬼偷偷地溜进果园把它开膛破肚。而夏秋的村庄更是丰硕的，大麦、小麦、荞麦，金色的麦浪在村子的四周翻腾。比芭蕉扇还大的荷叶，能遮挡住还没有饱满的莲蓬，但如何也掩盖不住，它身后随风摇曳的荷花仙子的美丽。圆圆的西红柿，尖尖的红辣椒，长长的四季豆，青青的金达菜，还有黄瓜、南瓜、冬瓜，蚕豆、花生、芝麻，玉米、红薯、棉花，这些几乎已经遗忘的各种蔬菜名称，今天突然又很清晰地活跃到我的笔下，让自己也颇感惊奇，怎么故乡的田园里，竟然会有这么多好吃的东西。

如今，美丽的故乡和我留存在故乡里的美丽记忆，都随着岁月的流逝而慢慢消褪。当年荷叶婆娑，稻花飘香小溪潺潺，鸥鸟翔天的美丽洛河滩，如今都哪里去了？曾经的桃红李白，曾经的荷塘月色，曾经的瓜果满园，曾经的鱼米之乡，我再也再也找不见了。由于城市化进程的`日益加速，故乡的田地这些年一点点被征用，据说连居民区——村落的最后一片，也面临着拆迁。今年春节回洛，专门到村子看了看。站在即将彻底消失在历史中的村庄村头，眺望以前的洛河滩，我再也找不回它昔日的美丽。呈现在我眼前的，全是追逐金钱的现代人，为了淘沙卖钱而挖的一个个沙坑，班驳陆离，伤痕累累地布满它的躯体。美丽的洛河水也没有了往日的风采，河床裸露，几乎断流。我想，它也许都化做了那美丽的洛神女伤心的泪水，在为我那曾经美丽的村庄偷偷哭泣，黯然神伤。别了，我的村庄，我的故乡。如今，连一直梦想着能够叶落归根，入土为安的爷爷的骸骨也不得不多次迁移，以至最后流落他乡。谁敢再奢望，我的村庄，我那曾经美丽的村庄，还能一如往昔？

今天，也许是最后一次看到我曾经熟悉的村庄，我要把它的一切都珍藏在心中，就像珍藏一幅画一样，在思乡的时候看一看，慢慢咀嚼，慢慢回味。

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