Sentences describing rice

Growing up in the countryside, what I remember most is the wind-blown green rice seedlings, and ripe rice, [sentences describing rice].

1, mother moved through the paddy field, tender green seedlings rows up, neat and well-proportioned, like a green carpet.

2. Autumn is in the fields. The rice in the field was all ripe and yellow, as if it were a big piece of gold. To the east, people in their harvesters, were driving this way, and they let every grain of rice into the warehouse.

3. Growing upwards and towards the direction of the sun is a pursuit that will not end even after a lifetime.

4. A grain of rice is a shade of rice offered to mankind; a grain of rice is is a warm luster; a grain of rice nourishes the body and soul of mankind.

5, From a distance, the wheat seedlings grow dense and neat, as if Chuan cutter flattened the furry green carpet spread out. The light brown field stalks are intertwined. As if the green carpet in the color pattern, beautiful and generous. Breeze, wheat seedlings gently shake, as if the spirit of their own shake, ready to use the whole body spoon gas to run up it.

6, to the outskirts of the countryside, far away from seeing a large piece of wheat field golden golden, like a big carpet, appear flat and spread, let a person feel incomparable broad.

7. In the summer, the smell of wheat, the whole wheat field is like a sea of gold.

8, to the foot of the mountain, only to find the golden wheat. Rendered by the evening sunshine, the wheat is really golden and beautiful.

9. Suddenly, I realized that the wheat was about to ripen.

10. Wheat is ripe, the field is golden.

11. The ripe wheat rises and falls like the tide with the wind.

12. Wheat is ripe, and a good harvest is really in sight.

13, ripe wheat, holding up the heavy waist, rubbing each other, making a shivering sound.

14. In the fields in the fall, the golden wheat is like the uncountable yellow jewels, showing their great achievements in the autumn wind.

15, wheat grain, wheat grain, one by one, like a small water droplet inlaid in the wheat, but also long wheat awns, you if you take a spike of wheat on the hands of a rub, put in the mouth to chew a chewing, full of mouth is fragrant!

16, Rye through the ears, the ears are not yet full, still light. A light green wave of wheat fluctuates in the wind.

17, it is the wheat plucking flowers and seeds of the season, the sea of wheat. The sea of wheat is flooded with green waves. Approaching the wheat field, only to see the long ears of wheat with a dense front, the root of the front to open a small white flowers. Some unknown little bees are circling around in front of the ears. The flowers are also busy crawling around on the ears and leaves.

18. In May, the wheat field is yellow, one after another. Thick orange poles picking up the head of puffy spikes, ripe so cheerfully, deep, like strings of golden beads of sweat, like an infinite sea of gold.

19. Ripe wheat. Standing up the heavy waist pole, rubbing each other. The sound of shivering. "The harvester sounded, and the wheat field fell down in rows.

20. Warm weather has brought wheat to maturity one month earlier.

21. Rice from bare and green and golden, this is all life along the track, human beings are no exception.

22. The rice is coming to maturity day by day, and the smell of rice is in the air.

23. The heads of rice are beautifully arranged, especially as they are gathered into mountains or piled up into seas.

24. The mission of rice is not to dress up nature as it grows, but to nourish the new birth of life.

25, rice grows in the field of the body is very beautiful. Thin and long and graceful, looks both smooth and smooth, presenting a kind of naïve demeanor. They are in a standing position to complete a lifetime of walking, only when the wind whisks to bow, and then straighten their backs.

26, rice is harvested, as if rolled baggage at any time to go vagabond. They stand quietly in the windy wilderness, helplessly looking away from the land that once supplied them with nutrients.

27. Rice is transformed into a substance called rice, and the air generally nourishes human beings and their long history.

28. The moment the paddy is milled into white rice, countless new lives will really come into our lives.

29, when the autumn wind blowing on your cheeks, rice paddies, that a plant full of rice ears filled with the joy of maturity, bending, bowing back, head down, it seems to be the success of the humble model, when the autumn comes, fruitful, high and refreshing, a ripe breath, all of which is that magical canvas - nature! All of this is the magic canvas - nature, carefully with thick and thin lines, colorful paint, sketched out a picture after a beautiful and moving, colorful pictures, let a person relaxed and happy.

30, the village does not move rice in motion, vivid rice with leaves with color to hold up the home. Standing on the riverbank at the head of the village, the sky is full of green like a big fire burning in the field.

31, from the day the rice was inserted into the field, more than four months of frost and rain, more than a hundred days of blue sky and white clouds, so that the rice grows into a pavilion of virgins. Only when the autumn sun shines down on them do they shyly bow their heads. The swollen heart lifts its weight and dresses the rice in a coy, sentimental, swaying manner.

32, the wind blew over the structure of rice, blowing the complex of rice. I stepped all the way through the youth of rice, walking slowly in the gaze of rice.

33, the green of hometown seedlings is a burning color.