不必说是乡村里那被春风一吹,就如波浪般层层起伏的金黄的麦穗;在阳光下鲜红鲜红,如一串小喇叭,小巧玲珑的一串红;也不必说,是那一朵朵沁人心脾的茉莉,那绿得发亮的青菜;单是那清澈见底、潺潺流淌的小溪,就十分妙趣横生,令人心情舒畅。 Needless to say, it was the golden wheat in the country that was blown by the spring breeze and wavy and undulating. In the sun, it was bright red and red, like a bunch of small horns, and a small string of red. Not to mention that it was the one that blossomed. The refreshing jasmine, the bright green vegetables; the crystal clear, flowing stream, is very fun and pleasant.