Poetry describing fruit farmers’ harvest

1. Poems about fruit farmers

Poems about fruit farmers 1. Sentences describing fruit farmers

As soon as I entered the orchard gate, the first thing that caught my eye was a apple tree. I saw bright red apples hanging all over the branches. The round and big apples are like small red lanterns, and like strings of festive balloons during the festival. They bend the branches, and you can even pluck one by raising your hand while sitting on the ground. Some apples are red and big, like a child's smiling face; some apples have a small hole bitten by a bug on each side, like two small dimples on a child's face; some apples fell on the grass, It seems that the naughty apple has left its mother in the fruit tree and is whispering to the grass! I touched this and touched that. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it.

From a distance, the red and big apples look like small lanterns hanging all over the tree. At this time, the farmer's uncle started to pick apples. Every orchard was piled up like a beautiful hill. Passers-by wanted to drool just by looking at it. Most of our apples are shipped to all parts of the country, and some are stored in cold storage to be purchased next year.

2. What are the sentences that praise fruit farmers?

The sentences that praise fruit farmers are as follows: In my eyes - rural people are like artists, such as sculptors, painters, etc. Likewise, their agricultural works are full of value.

They are dressed to suit the needs of their work environment and, like any professional attire, are dignified and appropriate. There is a kind of farmer, who is born and raised, like my grandfather and others; there is a kind of farmer, like my father and his friends, who leave their hometown and abandon their family and children, and work in the most humble jobs and enjoy the lowest wages, no matter what, in the bustling city with lights, lights, and traffic. Rain or shine, no matter the sun.

In that bustling place, their sweaty backs were an eternally silent scenery among the noisy crowd. I praise farmers, just like I praise all worthy of respect, hard-working, kind-hearted people who silently contribute to human society.

I praise farmers, it is their hard work that continuously provides the means of living for mankind! I praise labor, which enables human beings to continuously reap results and at the same time create a healthy body! Day after day, year after year, the farmer's face gradually becomes thinner, and the veins on his hands are clearly visible. No matter how bad the conditions are and how hard the work is, farmers will persevere because they know that only labor can get them out of the countryside and away from poverty. After all, labor creates a better future.

Miss Qiu came to the orchard, and the fruit farmer was putting red apples, yellow pears, orange-yellow bananas, and persimmons like red lanterns into the baskets one after another. Various fruits filled many baskets, and the fruit farmers had a satisfied smile on their faces.

In early winter, looking at the orchards with sparse leaves, thinking about the fruit farmers’ cellars full of fruits for sale, the confusion of autumn suddenly comes to my mind; looking at the green wheat fields, thinking about the heavy wheat ears next year, it’s so exciting The scene of the harvest unfolded before our eyes, and Qiu's confusion suddenly disappeared. What is happiness? Happiness is the joy on the faces of the fruit farmers in the orchard when they look at the fruits on the branches. Happiness is the touching smiling faces of the students in the classroom looking forward to the future. Happiness is the relaxed brows of scientists in the laboratory when they make new discoveries. Happiness is the podium. The athletes shed tears when they looked up at the national flag rising.

Happiness is the crystallization of struggle and the monument of hard work. The ripe fruits were knocked to the ground in the wind and rain, which made the fruit growers feel distressed! What is happiness? Happiness is the joy on the faces of the fruit growers in the orchard when they look at the fruits on the branches; happiness is the moving smiling faces of the students in the classroom looking forward to the future; happiness is the relaxed brows in the laboratory when science makes new discoveries; happiness is the podium The athletes shed tears when they looked up at the national flag rising.

Happiness is the crystallization of struggle and the monument of hard work. This typhoon knocked the fruits that were about to be harvested to the ground, causing fruit farmers to lose all their previous efforts and lose all their money.

I would like to turn into a fruit farmer and pick abundant fruits for you; I would like to turn into a gardener and pick brilliant flowers for you; I would like to turn into an angel and realize the beautiful wishes in your heart! Happy birthday to you! Always healthy! Happy forever! The joy of closing fruit farmers Xie Wendong is estimated at hand-held coefficient. Yintong Paper is willing to work with the majority of fruit farmers and professional dealers to make progress and get rich together with the entrepreneurial spirit of "quality first, fruit farmers first".

Three fruit farmers praised the size of their apples. Person A: My apples were placed on a chair and the legs of the chair broke. B: The apple was placed on the table and the table cracked.

C: Come on, I put the apple on the carriage, a bug came out and ate the horse.

3. What are the sentences that praise fruit farmers?

1. When we come to the countryside, we see farmers living among the fertile fields and white clouds, and see them working hard to provide the food that people rely on. To survive on the food and vegetables, seeing them working hard and without complaint makes people sigh with emotion and admiration. The hard-working and great farmers have the fruits of their labor to survive. While cherishing the food, we should also praise the farmers. , they are the backbone of China and the pride of the people.

2. Day after day, year after year, the farmer’s face gradually becomes thinner, and the veins on his hands are clearly visible.

No matter how bad the conditions are and how hard the work is, farmers will persevere because they know that only labor can get them out of the countryside and away from poverty. After all, labor creates a better future.

3. In my eyes - rural people are like artists, like sculptors, painters, etc., their agricultural works are more valuable. They are dressed to suit the needs of their work environment, and like any professional attire, it is dignified and appropriate.

4. For farmers, a good harvest is wealth. Only by continuous labor can they continue to have a good harvest. Therefore, they work to stay away from poverty and work so that people can eat food.

5. Farmers provide us with abundant and sufficient food, ensuring people's material foundation. More importantly, we have cultivated outstanding talents for society. They are hard-working, kind-hearted, hard-working and uncomplaining, live in harmony with their neighbors, do not care about things, treat others tolerantly, and never ask for high returns from the country and the people. These are all noble qualities necessary for building a harmonious society!

6. There is a kind of farmer, who is born and raised, like my grandfather and others; there is a kind of farmer, like my father and his friends, who leave their hometown and abandon their family and children, and engage in the most humble jobs in the bustling city with feasting, entertainment, and traffic. Work and enjoy the lowest wages, no matter the wind or rain, no matter the scorching sun. In that bustling place, their sweaty backs are an eternally silent scenery among the noisy crowd.

7. Look at their clothes, which show their hard work and simplicity in harmony with nature. Just like the gentlemen and beautiful ladies in suits and leather shoes in the office building, they are fashionable and elegant.

8. I praise farmers, just like I praise all those who are worthy of respect, hard-working and kind-hearted people who silently contribute to human society.

9. Farmers have cultivated "gold branches and jade leaves" for the motherland; farmers have cultivated talents for the construction of the motherland's society. Farmers are so great!

10. I praise farmers. It is their hard work that continuously provides human beings with the means of living! I praise labor, which enables human beings to continuously reap results and at the same time create a healthy body!

11. You see, the autumn wind blows, and the farmer uncle stands on the ridge of the field, looking at the mature wheat seedlings in the field, exuding bursts of fragrance, wiping the sweat on his face, he can't help but reveal a bright smile. smile.

12. The uncle is a very strong farmer, with a dark face and bright eyes. You can tell at a glance that he is an honest farmer.

4. Sentences that express the mood of the fruit farmers when the fruits are harvested

1. If you give me a period of glory, I will allow you to fill the world with flowers.

2. He looked at me from a distance, his eyes as distant and sad as a rainy day.

3. Our fire will ignite the world.

4. Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.

5. When we were children, we laughed when we cried. When we grow up, we laughed when we cried.

6. The relationship has always been shallow, but the love is deep.

7. The mandarin ducks and butterflies leaning quietly on both sides of the window, they fly away - faye "Red Line"

8. The mourning grass is horizontal and clear in the evening, half of the city is willow-colored and half of the flute is playing.

It is in vain to turn green wax into ruby ????and there will be no memory of each other in clothes and clothes. 9. Brother, I wish you a life that is worse than death and wandering around.

10. Memories are lost in the remaining years.

11. Live in this precious world, with gentle waves and strong sunshine - Haizi

12. See the world clearly and then love it - Romain Rolland

13. For a long time, we have been unruly and perverse

13. It’s over, everything is just a process of blooming.

14. Love is a curse, we will all become devils. ——"Winter"

15. Under such redemption, life extends with dignity.

16. Time ruins youth year after year.

17. I miss the seventeen years old when I was parked on my bicycle.

18. Missing is a ritual, and real memories are innate.

19. Have the simplest life and the most distant dream, even if the weather is cold and the road is long and the horse is dead.

20. The sun is still far away, but there must be the sun

21. What we lose in our years is a mood.

22. Real loneliness is very real

23. I hate that you fill my summers so wantonly

24. You must work hard 25. That's all mean to be. This is fate

26. After a long struggle, the sadness is refined into transparency

27 , My left hand is a firefly with a photographic memory, and my right hand is a long meditation of ten years.

28. Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

29. The deserted place where the candlelight is still swaying

30. Life is a gorgeous robe covered with lice - Zhang Ailing

31. Tolerance is helpful, without love there is no worry

32. The wind blows lingeringly, and I listen to the flowers falling all night.

33. Missing is not a mistake but a passing - Xia Da's "Zi Buyu"

34. Spread the years into a red carpet and witness our limits.

35. If we all grow old, who will remember the distant past

36. Love as if you have never been hurt.

37. Just like with a girl, because she doesn’t love you, everything you do is wrong; because she doesn’t love you, everything you do is wrong.

38. A hibiscus bloomed across Shang Yingying

39. Today, I will say goodbye to you forever

40. It is nothing more than a bitter and unforgettable period in youth. A fleeting glimpse of you, but I tried to use it to blackmail you into revealing your sadness.

41. I am waiting for you ahead, waiting for three thousand green summers

42. Rebellion against a family is just a child's play, and rebellion against the world is the power of the devil.

43. On the throne of the abandoned clan, only the king and the king hugged each other for warmth.

44. You only have these things, even if they are not as many as others, or even if they are all garbage, you don’t want to lose them, right? I don’t want to have anything.

45. What I hate most is when someone takes away what belongs to me. Whatever I lose, I will take it back piece by piece with my own hands

46. The long summer is gone, and the years are quiet.

47. The flowers covered by the years bloom and become blank after the white horse.

48. Waiting is the first age in life

49. There is no greater sorrow than the heart. Death

50. Whose loneliness covers my gorgeous clothes, whose gorgeous clothes cover my shoulders

51. There are always people who have been with each other for twenty years, but lose to a naive or coquettish one. Face.

52. How strong do you have to be to never forget it?

53. There are some things in the past that can never come back.

54. The phoenix flies across the sea and seeks the phoenix

55. Our desire lends the colors of the rainbow to a life that is nothing but clouds - Rabindranath Tagore

56. Many things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime fade away in the days when we remember them.

5. What are the poems that describe ripe fruits?

1. The smoke and water are green near the west of Jinjiang River, and the lychees are ripe at the top of Xinyu Mountain.

From: "Chengdu Song" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty.

Translation: To the west of Jinjiang River, the vast mist and water are green, and the lychees are ripe on the hillside after the rain.

2. The drizzle wets the neem flowers, and the south wind makes the loquat trees ripe.

From: "In the Tianping Mountain" by Ming Yang Ji.

Translation: The drizzle wetted the neem flowers, and the fruits of each loquat tree slowly became ripe under the blowing of the south wind.

3. The autumn fruits are ripe for attracting apes, and the cranes are hiding in the dark clouds.

From: Tang Dynasty Shang Yan's "Sending Xu Taoist to the East".

Translation: The ripe autumn fruits attract apes and monkeys to play, and Xiaoyun is deeply troubled to find the crane.

4. The east garden is filled with wine and the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.

From: Song Dynasty Dai Fu's "Early Summer Tour to Zhang Garden".

Translation: In this pleasant weather, I invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden with a banquet. The scenery is picturesque, the mood is particularly comfortable, and people are drinking heavily, and some people are already drunk. There are lots of loquat fruits in the garden, hanging from the trees like gold. They are just picked for tasting after drinking.

5. Lychees are red on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and thousands of families are in the mist.

From: Song Dynasty Li Shizhong's "Bodhisattva Man·Zigui Crying Breaks the Tower of the Moon".

Translation: The river is clear, the lychees on both sides are dripping red, and the drizzle envelopes thousands of homes.

6. Sentences about rain washing the fruit farmers

Mother's Hands Author: Qi Jun After finishing the day's housework, she felt soreness in her hands. She leaned back in the chair and read. reported, hitting his left shoulder with his right hand.

My son was sitting next to me. He was completely focused on the TV screen and never noticed me. I said: "Pump it for me a few times!" "How many times?" he asked me.

"As you wish." I said angrily.

"Okay, fifty times, you have to give me fifty cents." So he punched me on the shoulder like a drum, counting "one, two, three, four, five." ..." It's like firing a couplet. In less than ten seconds, it has been fifty times. He stretched out his palm and said: "Fifty cents."

Should I give it or not? I laughed and scolded him: "Are you worth fifty cents like this?" He said: "Then add fifty more strokes, and I will go do my homework." I said: "No, no, I can't give you fifty cents." You, I don’t want you to think that making money is so easy.

Especially, you can’t always ask for rewards for doing a little bit of work for your elders.” He pouted and left.

I sighed, thinking that this generation of children is no longer different from the previous generation.

It is no longer possible for them to bow and follow their elders.

Therefore, as middle-aged and elderly people in the 1970s, the first thing is to be healthy, eat well, sleep well, move well, run fast, and do not rely on juniors for everything. Otherwise, you will feel infinitely lonely, lonely, disappointed, and sad.

But I thought about it, did I ever fulfill my filial piety as a child? Ever since I can remember, my mother’s hands have been rough and bony. She is busy all day, from the kitchen to the rice fields, from taking care of her father's three meals a day to the "relay" of the long-term workers①.

A pair of enlarged little feet never stopped. The hands were full of cracks, and when the west wind started blowing, the cracks opened their red mouths.

At that time, there were no neutral detergents like the "Salata, novel dishwashing liquid" and other neutral detergents used by housewives today. They used strong alkaline water to clean the kitchen. My mother was using alkaline water. Rubbing the rag inside, I sometimes frowned in pain, but I never stopped working. After washing and feeding the pigs, she filled a basin with boiling water and soaked her hands in it for a long time with a satisfied smile on her face. This was her greatest enjoyment.

After soaking enough, pick it up, pull up the green cloth apron and dry it. She didn't apply lotions or skin care creams like she does now. She applied what she thought was the best moisturizing cream - chicken oil.

Then I sat in a squeaky bamboo chair, lit by a vegetable oil lamp, and squinted my short-sighted eyes to read her "Flower Name Treasure Scroll". This is the most leisurely moment of her day.

The weak and swaying vegetable oil lamp and the tiny characters on the yellow paper were really difficult for her. I sometimes asked her: "Mom, why don't you light the foreign oil lamp?" ?" She shook her head and said, "It's too expensive." I said, "Then why don't you go to dad's study and read under the bright oil lamp?" She shook her head and said, "Your dad and his friends write poems. Talking about knowledge.

I just read a book for fun, so how can I disturb them?" She always gives the best enjoyment to her father and arranges the cleanest and most comfortable environment for him, while she keeps busy behind her back. It never ended, and I never heard a single complaint from her.

Sometimes, she was so tired that she would sit on the bench, beat her arms and legs a few times, and then sigh and say to me: "Xiaochun, don't just walk around in front of me, go quickly." Go read. Time flies by so fast. You see, Mom is already old. She’s old so fast that it’s too late to read.”

I really walked away and returned. In my study, I still read my "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Daiyu's Notes". I will never recite "The Analects of Confucius" or "Mencius" unless the teacher forces me to do so.

How could I have thought of my mother’s painstaking efforts in encouraging me? How could I have thought of staying by my mother’s side and stroking her sore hands? Forty years passed like a dream, and what emerged in the tears was my mother's haggard face and stoic eyes. Today, I have reached the age that my mother was at that time. In a highly industrialized modern world, with such a wide range of contacts and such a rush of life, it is difficult to take care of many aspects, so I inevitably become grumpy and will no longer be able to You will be as tolerant as your mother and treat your family members with kindness all day long.

One time, I was washing dishes, and my son said: "Mom, the muscles on the back of your hands are like rivers on the map." He really knew how to describe it. I stopped working and touched If you touch the back of your hand, you will see that it is not ridged, making it look thin and old.

These hands were once soft, thin, and white. When did they become so ugly? Some friends also kindly advised me, "Just hire a female worker. Why do you have to work so hard? Do you know? Fatigue is the easiest thing to make people grow old!" But no, my hands are no longer what they were five or ten years ago. No amount of dew or cream can make them as plump as a girl's hands.

I can’t help but wonder, why do I let myself age so quickly? Why not hire a female worker, give yourself more time to rest, take care of your skin, and make yourself look younger? But whenever I was cooking in the kitchen, my husband ② would praise me when he came back from work, "It smells so good!" The child put down his schoolbag and ran into the kitchen and shouted: "Mom, what good food is there tonight? I'm so hungry." "Beep!" I put a plate of hot dishes on the table. Seeing the father and son eating with such gusto, a sense of satisfaction and happiness surged from the bottom of my heart. No matter how rough my hands were, what did it matter? Once, I accidentally cut my hand while cutting meat. The father and son quickly applied ointment and bandaged it to me.

He also took turns washing the dishes for me, I should be very satisfied. Thinking about my mother at that time, she was the only one who was busy with everything. Even if she cut her finger, no matter how much blood it bled, she would not cry out.

Who noticed the numerous knife marks? Those knife marks not only left on her hands, but also pierced her heart. Her unspeakable pain was something my young heart could not understand. I would often sit on the dirt and cry, and she would always pick me up and put her face against my face that was full of tears and snot. Her tears flowed more than mine.

Mother! I never understood why you were crying.

When I was sick, my mother rubbed my burning forehead and massaged my sore limbs. I held her hand in my dreams—those rough yet gentle hands! Nowadays, advertisements for various washing machines appear on TV. If my mother was still alive, she would have seen washing machines such as "Hailong" and "Mama Le". With the push of a button, the clothes can be rotated left or right, dehydrated, and they can be worn quickly.

She will definitely narrow her eyesight.