The painting on the thick colored

My small village ShiNianJiuHan though, the land is very poor, but growing everywhere bushy tree, maybe a tree is this land on scenery, small village people depended on it, after the end of calm life. 

In my village, the most common is ZuanTianYang, those who face the usual poplar and take root in the soil or rock, as long as there is a drop of water, it shows exhibition of expressions of excitement, little of course not sunshine moist, in the spring, when the warm spring breeze across its soil cheeks, poplar and become a cluster of bitter fleabane bitter fleabane that is eye-catching scenery. The people in this village was in its the shade, the sparrow take the nest after the branch in between, such a warm image, unexpectedly become far go the complex of the thought. ZhuangHuRen feeding donkey and mule son is it son, often just the natural enemy of a casual at noon, playful ZhuangHuRen put them in poplar tree on the bolt, in the shade down a chess or a renju experience, those who do not know the rules of the animals will be the NenShengSheng poplar leaves eating out, after a spring of development and in an instant the poplar bleak poplar not bottom go to, but for life lose courage, as long as the next TouYu, they will be on the bare tree on a new green leaves (drifts, even for a farmer to flog the beast of a few words of explanation, rustle in the wind whispers, "never mind, I'll grow out." again The farmer see these the vibrant green leaves, can also forgive the gluttony animals, and put down the heart come and go to lunch break or play. To the poplar branch top lush, the farmer more after he brought the shovel, the clip tree beside the poplar from the branches and leaves of shoveled away, good let these living in the neighborhood around healthy growth, lest redundant branch top for the nutrient, and then put those shovel down into the branch top in just plant HanYan or eggplant, cucumber side, with their bodies keep out the sun. The summer Autumn is the scenery, the day of poplar all the greenery in at this time to hit a golden coat, in the autumn wind dance dance, the farmers in the bottom of his brewing tree wine appreciation of the field open harvest, and together they estimate the harvest crops, on the face of expressions of excitement and gradually fallen yellow leaves of the poplar rhythm, become the charming scenes, the small village farmers get drunk, and waving to walk in the  rustling leaves, stumbled on proceeding hum a tune ZhiNiu knocking the night of the ZhiNiu across ChaiMen. Winter with snow to Hamlet, poplar high on top of the mountain the road, pure like jade, turn white, is the most pure statues, as if in ferment a long HanMeng, to put ZhuangHuRen owning up hidden in the snow until next year, when the spring breeze blows, but the farmers a concussion of happy hope.