Vernal sunshine is enveloped be in group of hill in the sky, the hill on hill leaves terraced field of one layer upon layer green, must resemble barren mountain load one's writing with fancy phrases a vitreous pagoda. Sunshine of cropland water catoptric resembles incomputable bright mirror, enlightened the Mang Lin of remote mountains, depending on hill to open the terraced field that give to resemble was to wear scaling ladder to go up continuously blue sky, surround be in group of hill beside still have clear the brook that sees an end. On the side of brook, as elfland general.
和煦的阳光笼罩在群山上空，山上山下一层层绿色梯田，把荒山堆砌得像一座座玻璃宝塔。田水反射的阳光像数不清的明镜，照亮了深山的莽林，依山开出的梯田像是架了云梯直上青天，环绕在群山身旁的还有一条清澈见底的小溪。小溪的旁边，如同仙境一般。
I go in the scan widely on the field alley with drizzly mirage to look, the earth resembles wrapping around a fine gauze, the scenery of far is indistinct, accompanying rumor, I hear somebody to talking, walk into look, it is a grandpa and a granny so. The dialectal and close land that taking drunk sound to use place talks, these audition go before I cannot help walking up, see that mother-in-law only all over the face smile, taking however care completely and blame ground say: “ old fogey, later but cannot drink so much wine, see you blush so that change body dress to be able to act in a Chinese opera! ” says, two people burst out laughing the composition rises.
我走在雾气蒙蒙的田间小路上放眼望去，大地像披着一层轻纱，远处的景物隐隐约约，伴随着风声，我听到有人正在说话，走进一看，原来是一个老公公和一个老婆婆。带着醉音用当地的方言亲亲密密地说话呢，我忍不住走上前去这些听一听，只见那老婆婆满脸笑容，却带着满满关心和责备地说道：“老头子，以后可不能喝这么多酒了，看你脸红得换身衣服都能去唱戏了！”说完，俩人便哈哈大笑作文起来。
Cross cogongrass room, it is the crop land that hopes to be less than an edge. Spring, the cole of golden color is beautiful, bespread the earth like gold, shiny green wheat seeding, one catchs, gentle breeze has been blown, extensive has wave of layer upon layer billow. Lush and green beans has a busy figure in Miao Tian, that is husband and wife probably the eldest son of two, see his Lu has arm only, pull trouser legs both hands, squeeze hoe firm firm one v hoe, fireweed by uproot. Hare is worn in roadside will be worn, cricket is calling ceaseless. Look to braiding the 2 sons of coop again, the bamboo in seeing ground of his fix eyes on looks at a hand only, bamboo get on next turning over to fly as the hand, not a little while an exquisite and chic coop has been made up. Most those who let a person love is young son, he the horizontal stroke lies in brook head brushwood, paring the seedpod of the lotus that just picked.
穿过茅草屋，是一眼望不到边的庄稼地。春天，金黄色的油菜花，像金子铺满大地，绿油油的麦苗，一片接着一片，微风吹过，泛起层层浪波。郁郁葱葱的豆苗田里有一个忙碌的身影，那大概是夫妻俩的大儿子，只见他撸起袖子，挽起裤腿双手，紧握锄头狠狠一锄，杂草便被连根拔起。野兔在路边穿来穿去，蛐蛐儿在叫个不停。再看正在编织鸡笼的二儿子，只见他目不转睛地看着手中的竹条，竹条随着手上下翻飞，不一会儿一个精巧别致的鸡笼就编好了。最让人喜爱的就是小儿子了，他正横卧在溪头草丛，剥着刚摘下的莲蓬。
Sun warmth, years is static good. Brook spreads classics village slowly, although do not have the surging forward with great momentum of the sea, the level that also does not have a west lake is like lens, but having distinctive beauty however.
阳光温暖，岁月静好。小溪缓缓地流经乡村，虽然没有大海的波澜壮阔，也没有西湖的水平如镜，但却有着独特的美丽。(文/贾斯涵)