5 student essays on country roads

The country roads are illuminated by the sun, making people feel the warmth of country roads. Country roads are always long and far away. . How to write a country road composition? Below is a student composition about a country road that I brought to you. You are welcome to read and collect it.

Student Composition on a Country Road 1

When I was a child, I didn’t know what it felt like to have feelings for a person or something, but I understand now.

Every Chinese New Year, we would drive or take the high-speed rail to visit my grandparents who live in our hometown in Hebei. During the summer vacation when I was seven years old, my father and I went to my hometown in Hebei. My grandfather was in good health at that time. , although his hearing is not that good, his legs and feet are still relatively agile.

Every time I go back to my hometown, I am very happy, because when I go back to my hometown, my grandpa and grandma will satisfy me whatever I want to eat and play. As soon as I got home, I ran and jumped to my grandpa, pulled my grandpa and asked him to drive a tricycle to take me outside to play.

Grandpa smiled and helped me sit on the tricycle. I said, "Grandpa, let's go to the place where the vegetable greenhouses are planted."! Grandpa cleared his hoarse voice and said, "Okay, I'll take it." Go play and see what vegetables are grown in the greenhouse."

There is a narrow country road from my home to the vegetable greenhouse. The country road has some potholes. Sitting on a tricycle, you can hear the creaking sound of the electric car, just like a musical accompaniment.

I sang the old songs from the 1970s that my mother taught me when I was a child. I enjoyed and relaxed walking through the small country road and arrived at the vegetable greenhouse. After playing in the vegetable greenhouse for a long time, grandpa said: "It's time for lunch, let's go home." I ran in circles around the greenhouse like a disobedient pony, and acted cute and coquettishly to my grandfather, saying, "If you don't want to go, let's play for a while longer." Grandpa still said with a smile: "Then let's drive around for a little while."

On the way home, grandpa drove a tricycle, and I sat in the back and sang, but this time the singing was different. , I taught my grandpa to sing popular songs that children born in 2000 and 2000 loved. Grandpa never sang, so I was "forced" to sing along with me, but he sang out of tune. Made me laugh my head off with laughter.

Singing and laughing, I suddenly stopped. Grandpa was still immersed in the singing and asked quickly: "What's wrong? Why don't you sing? What's the next line?"

I pointed to the front and asked loudly: "Grandpa, there is a yellow and golden land ahead. What is that?” Grandpa looked in the direction I pointed and said with a smile: "This is a sunflower. The melon seeds haven't matured yet."

Grandpa turned his head again and asked kindly: "What do you want? Do you want to eat?” I widened my eyes and said, "I want to eat, but I want the big yellow disk of the sunflower even more." After hearing this, my 70-year-old grandfather stopped the car, slowly got out of the car, walked to the sunflower, and stretched out his hand. Those rough but gentle hands picked off the largest sunflower plate and gave it to me. I was very happy, curious and touched at the time. Because there are so many little thorns on the sunflowers, my grandfather was not afraid of pricking his hands to pick them for me.

Because my grandpa now suffers from Alzheimer’s disease, sometimes he can’t even recognize people. Although my grandpa can still recognize me when I go home this year, he will never be able to take me to play in a tricycle in the future. .

Every time I walk through that country road, I will think of some warm scenes when my grandpa took me to play. I really want to go back in time and let my grandpa take me to play together again, but these can only be beautiful moments. Reminisced. Student composition on a country road 2

The morning air in the countryside is fresh. The fresh air that hit your face when you walked out of the door, breathed into your mouth, blended into your blood, and your whole person was filled with new strength.

Standing on the country road and looking around, the golden rapeseed flowers come into view.

The appearance of rapeseed flowers is extremely ordinary. They do not have the layered petals, changeable postures, and strange colors of roses, roses, and peonies. They are just yellow from beginning to end, such a vibrant yellow, as if the sunlight has settled on the thin petal tips.

Under the sun, rapeseed flowers are unrestrained. The south wind blows, and golden waves surge up. Wave after wave of light flashes under the sunlight. In the rapeseed field, the fresh, free, refreshing fragrance and the warm, brilliant, speechless colors blended with a blazing flame, attracting and burning those young feet. In the splendid rapeseed field, I became a young man chasing the light, running forward endlessly and feverishly, running...

I haven't felt such freedom for a long time. Since we entered junior high school, high school, and college, we rarely go for a walk on the country roads, rarely enjoy the beautiful scenery on the roadside, and rarely feel so comfortable. We live a three-point, one-line life every day at school. Dormitories, teaching buildings, and canteens are places we come into contact with repeatedly throughout the day. Such a life is boring and tiring. And it’s all just about chasing a dream.

When you are chasing your dreams, this sinister world will create many difficulties to hinder you, and reality will also tie your hands and feet.

But in fact, these are not important, what is important is your heart. In the process of chasing your dreams, if you get tired, stop and take a rest. Don’t always be obsessed with one thing and give yourself some time to relax. Go to the country road, enjoy the beautiful scenery on the roadside, and recall your time as a child. In this way, you may find that your fatigue is relieved a lot and your mood becomes better. You will also find that you have not been so relaxed for a long time. You The whole person is also full of strength.

A person walked to the end of the path, and a wide road suddenly appeared in front of him. Many street lights were installed on both sides of the road. Cars were speeding on it, and bursts of dust were kicked up from the rear of the car. , and from time to time there will be shrill whistles passing by, singing the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city. I am afraid that my country road will become like this.

I turned away and headed for my path. On the country road, there are no lights, no hustle and bustle, only tranquility and a sky full of stars.

A person continues to walk on the path, continues to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and breathes the fresh air. Everything is so comfortable and beautiful. Life is a journey, don't care about the destination. What I care about is the scenery along the way and my mood when looking at the scenery. I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but now I do.

I continued on the path, plugged in my headphones, and played myself a song called "Walking on a Country Road." Student composition on a country road 3

At the beginning of the seven-day National Day holiday, it was said on TV and on the Internet that everywhere was overcrowded. We couldn't go anywhere, but we couldn't stay at home every day. So, my father invited several colleagues from their unit to go for a walk in the countryside and go fishing.

It is said that it is fishing, but in fact, you can walk in the countryside, go fishing, and experience rural life. Here you can not only fish, but also pick persimmons, break corn, and pick lentils -------. There are many fish in the fish pond. How many? As long as you throw a few stones into the fish pond, the fish will jump out of the water.

Persimmon trees are the most common fruit trees here. Almost every household here will plant one or two persimmon trees, and the villagers here are also very hospitable. Whenever the persimmons are ripe, whether they are local villagers or Guests from outside can use homemade gadgets to pick persimmons. As long as you don't damage the persimmon tree, the owner of the tree won't care how you pick it.

Beside the fish pond, there are a lot of farmland. Most of the vegetables are grown in the fields, including lentils, eggplants, peppers, etc. The most incredible thing is that there are people planting water spinach in the ground during this season, but to be honest, the water spinach looks too old. I feel that no one wants it. After asking the village chief, I found out that it is for pigs. Used as fodder.

While we were talking, everyone was already busy. The adults were busy looking for a place to set up the fishing rods, while I went to "work" in the fields with a few children who were also there. About an hour later, we took a look at our harvest. The children and I picked a backpack full of lentils, a basket of persimmons, a small bag of corn, and a lot of edamame and eggplant------, adults. There are more than ten crucian carp, bream, rice strips in our fish clams, and there are also two authentic "Haizi" ("Haizi" is the abbreviation of Wuhu saying that crab is called "crab sea")

At noon, we had a big pot meal at the village chief’s house and experienced rural life. But the old hen soup here tastes pretty good.

I even teased the village chief’s native dog. This native dog is very docile and won't mess with you as long as you don't hit it. On the contrary, the giant dogs we usually live in the city will bark "woof" when they see me. Is it because I tease the local dogs and they are jealous? The barking of these giant dogs in the city is different from the local dogs. Meekness is a stark contrast.

Walking on the country road, I felt the cool autumn wind blowing in my face. The wind was mixed with the smell of the soil in the fields, the smell of fish and crabs in the river, and the joy of the harvest. I felt very happy. , this happy farmhouse is really interesting. If you have time, you can go to the country roads for a walk, play, take a look, and experience the rural customs. Student composition on a country road 4

In a spring when all things are revived, I came to the countryside with my family, and came to this country town without the noise of the crowds and the shuttle vehicles in the big cities. In the village, there is no pressure to study, and there is only the tranquility in the countryside.

Walking on the country roads and breathing the fresh air is indeed refreshing. Looking up at the blue sky, a few white clouds are floating here and there, playing catch-and-seek with the wind. Looking around, there is a large area full of green rice, which relaxes people's vision and makes people feel happy, like the endless green sea. Looking at it from a distance, a large area of ??rice is like a blanket, very soft. I really want to jump over and lie on it and play. A gust of wind blew by, and the rice plants swayed and danced with the wind, waving their hands as if to welcome the newly arrived tourists. In the rice fields, there are occasionally a few magpies playing in the fields, adding a bit of vitality to the path.

Beside the path, the river flows slowly. The water is green and green, and the warm sunshine shines on the water, shining like broken gold, as if thousands of small goldfish are swimming. The willow trees nearby, the white clouds in the sky, and the human figures are reflected in the water, like a huge scenery. The wind blows gently, and the moist wind blows on the face. If you smell it carefully, there seems to be sweetness in the air. The river water is slightly rippled, like the light bow of the wind pulling the strings of the waves slowly and rhythmically.

Watching the stream flowing slowly, I also fell into deep thought at this time: the road of life may be like this stream, slowly flowing into the distance. I don’t know what will happen next second. Wherever it flows, it may be the vast sea, or it may be the trickling stream. And our life seems to be like this. No one can guess what will happen to you in the next second. It may make you happy or it may make you sad. This is like a passage I read online that says, "Life is a journey. You don't have to care about the destination, but the scenery along the way and the mood when you see it." Many people in this world are complaining When living, some people really realize their dreams. That is because they dare to choose their own way of life. These are the people who truly understand life. In fact, the choice of life is always in our own hands. Life is inherently beautiful, as long as you are willing to open your eyes and see it.

Looking around in the blink of an eye, the sunset seems to be shining on me alone, encouraging me to be full of confidence. At this moment, I am full of hope for my life again, and my destiny is my own. By choice, isn't it? Student Composition 5 on the Country Road

"Walking on the country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion, the blue sky with the setting sun on my chest, the colorful clouds are the clothes of the sunset..." The sunset in the west Next, I hummed a tune and walked on the country road, smelling the smell of earth, admiring the beautiful summer scenery, and feeling the beauty of the countryside at dusk.

One fine day, after dinner, I had nothing to do, so I walked out of the house and breathed in the fresh air. At this time, the sun has already set in the west, and the sky is slowly getting dark. The sun puts on a light orange dance skirt for the clouds that accompany it. The dance skirt sways in the wind, making the sun hide in the clouds for a while, and then appear in the sky again. , as if playing hide and seek.

Gradually, the sun sank a little lower. In the direction of the setting sun, a fan-shaped golden glow shot out from the end of the sky, which was very dazzling, like a greeting from another place. On the low-hanging sky, there are light blue, pink and golden, which are connected with each other and are colorful and picturesque. Now, the setting sun is like a drunkard, a little confused, accidentally fell on the mountainside and couldn't get up; and like a happy child, with a crooked little face, playfully shaking off some red vermillion red dantong from his body, splashing On the earth, the earth is covered with a golden gauze like cicada wings. The clouds on the side were also reflected by the red light as if they were on fire. I think this is what is often called "fire clouds"! Look carefully, the clouds are like bright red peonies, with petals stacked one after another, layer after layer, blooming vigorously, and there are a few thin stamens in the middle. The whole small village is filled with the refreshing smell; slightly At first glance, it looked like a piece of gorgeous silk brocade, floating leisurely on the distant horizon...

I watched the ever-changing sunset while walking, and before I knew it, I had reached the middle of a field.

There are many wild flowers and weeds on both sides of the road. Some have fallen asleep under the caress of the evening breeze, with their eyes closed and sweet smiles on their lips; but there are still some who do not want to die prematurely. Sleep peacefully, preparing for the "Twilight Dance"! Those flowers used the sunset as rouge to smear on their beautiful faces; they used the sunshine to make long skirts and twisted their slender waists. Xiaocao also put on festive clothes, happily celebrating the New Year. Not far away, there is a vast expanse of farmland, lush green. At this time, this "green sea" has also changed into new clothes and is dressed in the sunset. This glow really casts a mysterious color on everything in the world.

The sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, like a blushing girl hiding shyly behind an adult. The color of the clouds is also lighter, but someone has coated it with a layer of purple lace. This icing on the cake makes the beautiful scenery even more "beautiful".

It was getting late and I was walking on my way home. Smoke curled up from the mountains in the distance. On the roadside, several families were still eating. They moved their meals outside the door, laughing and spending quality time with the sunset.

"Walking on the country road, the old cow returning at dusk is my companion..." There is only a faint rouge color left in the sky in the west.