Part 1: April Composition in My Eyes
Accompanied by the drizzle during the Qingming Festival, we entered April. If you come to a mountain village, you will definitely feel the beautiful and busy scene of the mountain village in April.
Looking from a distance, the mountains and fields are green all over. The mountains are filled with refreshing green—green trees, green bamboos, and green grass. Walking into the mountains, you will see the bright red and purple azaleas blooming lively. There are many unnamed flowers, clusters in the east and clusters in the west, colorful and colorful. There are also the clear and melodious songs of various birds, "chirp", "cuckoo" and "cluck"... which decorate the mountain with extra vitality.
"There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields." Mountain villages are even busier in April. You see, in the tea gardens and bamboo forests, there are all hard-working mountain people.
The Qingming and Grain Rain seasons are good seasons for picking tea. The tender green and plump tea buds moistened by the continuous drizzle exude a faint fragrance. Birds were singing, and tea farmers, carrying baskets, went to the mountains in groups to pick tea. They flipped the leaves dexterously with their hands and skillfully picked the tenderest buds from the trees. At the end of the day, the tea farmers were so tired that they were sweating profusely. They looked at the basket full of tea leaves with comfortable smiles on their faces.
Some farmers took advantage of this moment to go up the mountain with hoes to dig bamboo shoots. In the morning, carrying an empty basket and carrying an empty bamboo basket to dig bamboo shoots, it won't take long for you to come home with a full load. There are also tender water celery, wolf bracken, duck feet and other wild vegetables on the mountain. These are very popular green vegetables.
A drizzle began to fall in the sky again, "rustling, rustling, rustling..." as if to accompany the beautiful and busy April Chapter 2: April Composition in My Eyes
I love the earth in April. After all, the first ten days of April are the Qingming Festival, the sky is clear, the sky and the earth are clear, and there is also a tomb-sweeping holiday, haha! This means that I will spend two full days in the wild with my cousin. These two days are so rare in the 365 years of the year! We always like to use sticks in the tall grass to disturb the insects in the grass, and we also like to destroy the nests of spiders and crickets on the wasteland next to the tomb. Who said that we are also vibrant "wild" animals? April earth, we are with you!
However, our favorite is cricket fighting. Speaking of fighting crickets, there is actually nothing special about it. On the clear and bright countryside in April, crickets can be seen almost everywhere. We're not picky either, we just want the big ones. The venue is also very casual. Find a piece of relatively soft land, hastily dig a small hole, and our crickets will fight in it.
On the third day of Qingming holiday, I have to go to my grandma’s house, which means I can spend another day with my brother. My brother is two years older than me, but a head shorter than me. He is introverted, but warm to people he knows. It rained again this Qingming Festival, the country roads became muddy, and the temperature dropped a lot. After a round of grave sweeping, the soles of our shoes and trousers were stained with wet mud. When we got home, the meal was not ready yet, so we went for a walk by the river. We listened to music, walked, laughed, and teased each other, leaving our earth-yellow footprints on the cement ground by the river.
I love the earth in April. Not only do I love the joy it brings me, but I also love its natural and vital beauty.
The weeping willows by the river have sprouted new branches, and the weeds on the road have grown again. The blood-red cuckoos brought surprises to the people who went up the mountain to visit the tombs. The silky drizzle made everything hazy, and I couldn't help but lift the veil. In the field, next to the weeds, there are one or two hares hopping, two or three praying mantises fighting, and three or four crickets jumping. What's not to like?
I love the April earth around me and all the creatures in her arms. Chapter 3: April composition in my eyes
The rain in April falls quietly.
Listen quietly to the sound of rain and watch it fall. They sing and dance. They splashed and danced, in the wind and rain, in the rain and in the wind, and they cooperated perfectly.
The flying raindrops only want to be shattered into pieces after splashing, they only want to stir up ripples, fall on the windows, drip on the leaves, and flow into people's hearts. It's so calm and peaceful.
In this alley lined with sycamore trees, the rain fell gently. It washes away the gray stone road and the bright green sycamore leaves. Everything becomes bright. The hidden moss also looks like dyed hair, so bright green. Occasionally, people holding umbrellas would pass by this quiet alley, but they would always walk slowly, looking at the painting and listening to the poem. An impetuous heart gradually calms down...
I don't want to hold an umbrella in such a light rain. I always feel that these crystal raindrops are holy messengers and the incarnation of holiness, and they will wash away all the dirt. And I am willing to accept his baptism and let it fall and hit my hair. Those children playing in the rain, I wonder if they think so too. The cheerful laughter blended with the crisp sound of rain...
I thought that the dancing elves were the soul of the rain. He flies around the world, turning into awakening hope, into soul-breaking sorrow, and into endless poetry. It is gentle and does not disturb anyone...
The rain in April is still falling quietly. Chapter 4: Composition of April in My Eyes
The sky in April is transparent, and everything in the world is awakened by it and flourishes. In April, we hold hands in spring and meet at the Flower Expo. Use your camera to freeze the beautiful memories at this moment, and the joyous songs and laughter echo in the sky above the Flower Expo. Although the one-day study trip was a bit tiring, we enjoyed the trip even more.
The wind in April is gentle, and all the words and phrases describing this season make people feel so poetic. In April, we held intense speech contests in the library and passionate reading contests in the International Department. The students used affectionate language and rich expressions to show off the style of our contemporary middle school students. Not only that, we also held a different kind of bookmark making competition. Through careful design and drawing, we created bookmarks with rich content and various forms. This not only exercises our hands-on skills, but also gives us a deeper understanding of reading.
The rain in April is intoxicating, and all things begin to sprout and grow under her moisture. Just like when we were young, we harbored a thirst for knowledge. In April, we also ushered in the important midterm exam of the semester. The students were all nervously preparing for the exam, reviewing carefully, and chasing each other. An exam is a test of our learning at a stage. If we do well in the exam, we should continue to work hard; if we do not do well in the exam, we should reflect carefully and not fall down in the same place, but also make full preparations for the final exam.
The fragrance of April in the world is exhausted, and the youth of May illuminates the eyes. Facing the May that has just arrived, this is an even more memorable day. On this special day, the Reading Festival activities are still in full swing. A meaningful reading charity sale is coming one after another, and various activities will be launched one after another. In the passionate month of May, we must seize every day, study hard, and actively participate in various activities organized by the school. At the same time, set a clear short-term goal for ourselves, such as reading two to three extracurricular books this month to broaden our horizons, write one or two reading experiences, and enrich our study life. Keep exercising every day to have a healthy body and a positive attitude. Determine and stick to a clear long-term goal, secretly make up your mind, and work hard for it. As young people in the new era, we must keep history in mind, inherit and carry forward the spirit of the "May 4th", and drink the nectar of knowledge under the hard work of teachers. Chapter 5: Composition of April in My Eyes
The countryside in April was also what I longed for most.
The countryside in April is the cleanest and purest. The clear river water, golden fields, lush forests, and endless hillsides are free from the complexity of the world. The breeze blows, and the children are laughing and walking on the path. The slow life is so comfortable that it seems that every wisp of spring breeze can be felt through the skin.
Recalling the past, the streams in the countryside were pure and transparent, embracing the entire countryside.
The stream gurgled all year round, and the stones and fish under the water were clearly visible. Women would not choose this place to wash their clothes. They would rather go further than infringe on this beautiful scenery.
The water in the stream is clear and the fish are plump. As a fishing enthusiast, my grandfather is always willing to take me fishing. He is very skilled and can always catch a lot of fish every time. Some are for me to watch, and some are burned into delicacies on the table. Grandpa is very patient, but I can't sit still. I always run along the flow of water, trying to find out where the water will flow. But every time it feels like it's coming to an end, Grandpa always calls me back loudly.
I remember one time, my grandfather asked me to come fishing. On the surface, he said he was letting me fish, but in fact, he was helping me fish. The fog in the morning gradually dispersed, and the sun shone on the water, making it appear brighter. The earth revived, and several clear and melodious calls of thrushes came from the woods opposite, as if to welcome us. Grandpa told me not to Distracted, I just stared at the lake in a daze. Finally, after a long wait, the fishing rod sank slightly and the fish finally took the bait. I tried my best to catch the fish, but when I wasn't paying attention, it "slipped" from my hand. With a sound, he flicked his tail and swam away. I cried loudly, and grandpa touched my head to comfort me. The birds were frightened by my crying, and the forest was full of chaos.
The morning sun was slightly dew, and the white fish belly was exposed in the east. It was the best time I spent with my grandfather. In April in the countryside, the creek is still the same, the fish are still the same, but there is no grandfather among the fishermen. The April in the countryside that belongs to me has disappeared...