Abstract: the appearance of the children in the village is also beyond my expectations, the impression of them: dirty, wild. In reality, they are bold, free. Take my little brother. Said to be small, in fact, he and I seem to be old.New year"s day and father and mother go to Huixian village, a very remote village. Along the way, and a piece of green, a sometimes yellow, silhouetted against the blue sky and white clouds, everything seemed so beautiful and harmonious.Walking in the village with the way of the original ecosystem, the smell of wild flowers, and Cecil cool air with together, a comfortable and warm.Overlooking the distant mountains, some straight into the clouds, some rolling. The cliff like a strong momentum of the mighty warrior standing there, like a sword into the ground. An even a mountain and all sorts of strange things, look more like piaofa lady, is so gentle. Tall trees in the mountains is suffused with green color, in the early morning sunshine, very clear. I was very tired of the eyes of a good.By contrast, the rice in the field is much smaller. A cluster of gold, the golden color is really charming. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, exhaled gas to fly the sky disappeared, then looked up: ah! The sky is so blue in the mountain village! Blue let my mood also follow up blue.It is a breeze blowing, refreshed. Walk two steps, see a lake. The lake fish from time to time to a "leaping out of the water, drew the arc and fell into the water, and the naughty child in the hands of the tiles made some sense of joy. The Lake Road tractors chug......" The whistle sounded, many ducks on the lake started, they flapped their wings to flee, put the duck who managed to turn the duck came back to him, away from the direction of the tractor cursed.Then the distance at the foot of the mountain, tile house because of the sun, shining bright, the wind blowing down the bamboo leaves are swaying, rushing to sing...... It"s all in order to carry on neither fast nor slow.Village children"s appearance is beyond my expectations, the impression of them: dirty, wild. In reality, they are bold, free. Take my little brother. Said to be small, in fact, he and I seem to be old. Just a grandfather"s brother, his father is the youngest, his generation than I am. He was a good friend of mine. He was a little thin, flexible and very active. We have a small house in the walls of the zenith, is the natural table tennis table. I threw the ball high a chop is made in the past, not to jump the ball at the bottom floor. I watched the ball helpless shook his head, was thinking downstairs to pick up, just listen to: splash, I was scared. The little uncle has jumped from the roof of the building directly. Holding the ball in his hands, "I got it."! Looking at him like that, I"m glad to come. Scared I can not help but be ashamed of myself: tall, only dare to jump from the three steps. It is strange enough. Later, I heard from my grandfather, little uncle also dare to pick the fuse and the like. In my heart, I admire him even more.The beauty of the mountain, where the water is there, and the wild child. They are wild out of freedom, the wild wild self, the courage. Village, I love you! Love your beauty, love your pure, love your freedom.
摘要：山村小孩的模样也超出了我的预想，印象里的他们：脏、野。可现实里，他们是胆大的，自由的。就拿我的小叔叔来说吧。说是小叔叔，其实他和我仿佛年纪。元旦跟爸爸妈妈去辉县山村-----一个非常偏僻的小山村。一路上，时而绿油油的一片，时而黄澄澄的一片，映衬着蓝天白云，一切显得那么美好又和谐。走在山村焕发着原生态的路上，野花的芳香，和丝丝凉凉的空气伴在一起，有一种说不出的舒服和亲切。遥望远处的高山，有的直入云宵，有的连绵起伏。那峭壁悬崖气势浩荡像一个个虎背熊腰的战士屹立在那里，又好似一把把利剑直插地面。一座连一座千奇百怪的山，还有的细看更恰似飘发的淑女，显得那么温柔。高挺的树木矗立在群山之颠泛着苍翠的颜色，在清晨阳光的照耀下，显得分外清晰。我那原本十分疲劳的双眼一阵好受。相比之下，田里的稻谷就显得渺小多了。一簇一簇的，黄金般的色彩真是迷人。不由得我闭上眼睛来一次深呼吸，呼出的浊气飞上天空不见了，再抬头时：啊！山村的天空是如此的净蓝！蓝得让我的心情也跟着湛蓝起来。轻风拂面，又是一阵神清气爽。走过两步，看到一个小湖。湖中的鱼儿不时来个“跳龙门”，跃出水面画了个弧线又落入水中，淘气的小孩子使劲的用手中的瓦片打了几个水漂，高兴得手舞足蹈。湖边小路上的拖拉机“突突。。。。。。”的汽笛声响起，惊起湖上的无数水鸭，它们拍打着翅膀四处逃窜，放鸭人费了好大的劲儿才把鸭子赶了回来，他向拖拉机远去的方向骂了几句。再远处的山脚下，房子的瓦片因为阳光的照射,闪烁着耀眼的光芒，风的吹动下山竹的绿叶也随风摇摆，哗哗的唱着歌。。。。。。这一切都在不紧不慢的有序的进行着。山村小孩的模样也超出了我的预想，印象里的他们：脏、野。可现实里，他们是胆大的，自由的。就拿我的小叔叔来说吧。说是小叔叔，其实他和我仿佛年纪。只是爷爷的兄弟多，他的爸爸是最小的，他的辈份比我大罢了。他很快和我成了好朋友。他个子小小瘦瘦的，十分的灵活好动。我们在房子的天顶上垒起了一道小墙，算是天然的乒乓球桌了。我抛高了球一个削球就发了过去，没成想，球一下就蹦下了楼底。我望着球无奈的摇着头，正想着下楼去捡，只听：扑通一声，我吓了一跳。原来小叔叔已经从一楼的房顶直接跳了下去。手里正举着球高兴的喊着：我拿到了！看着他高兴的样，我才安下心来。后怕之余，不禁惭愧：自己人高马大，也只是敢从三级的台阶往下跳啊。真是自叹不如。后来，我又从爷爷那里听说，小叔叔还敢自己接保险丝之类的事。心里就更加的佩服他了。山村美啊，那里的山那里的水，还有那里的“野”孩子。它们野出了自由，野出了自我，野出了胆识。山村，我爱你！爱你的美，爱你的纯，爱你的自由.
