我喜欢乡村的夏夜,因为它就像一篇优美的诗歌,又像一首动听的乐曲,更像一杯醉人的美酒。夕阳西下,灿烂的晚霞将最后一道红色的颜料洒在天边,美丽的夕阳恋恋不舍地向山后移去……田间的小路上,辛苦劳作了一天的人们,哼着乡村小调,扛着锄头,甩着鞭子,赶着羊群,愉快地走在乡间的小路上。天空渐渐暗下来,一层黑纱轻轻地罩住了整个乡村。没多 I like the summer night in the country, because it is like a beautiful poem, like a nice piece of music, more like a intoxicating wine. The setting sun, the brilliant sunset to the last red paint sprinkled on the horizon, the beautiful sunset reluctantly moved to the hills ... ... the fields of the road, hard labor for a day people, humming a rural minor, carrying a hoe, rejection Whip, rush the flock, happily walking in the country road. The sky gradually darken, a layer of gauze gently cover the entire village. Not much