1. Five-month harvest composition of more than 500 words
Golden autumn is the season of harvest. Some people have harvested fruits, some have harvested joy, and some have harvested emotions. But I gained success, happiness, and confidence. All these achievements stem from my love for piano, persistence and hard work!
One year of work on stage and ten years of work off stage. From learning piano at the age of 6 to now, I understand the profound meaning of this sentence. I clearly remember when I said to my mother in a childish voice: "I want to learn piano." "Son, are you sure? As long as you learn, you can't give up." My mother said to me sincerely. "Well, never give up, never give up." I replied in a firm tone. Before I started learning, my mother showed me many stories about pianists practicing from childhood. I learned that Mozart once said: "Whoever works as hard as me will be as successful as me." This sentence reflects Mozart's persistence and love for the piano. I know Beethoven once said: I want to hold fate by the throat, and it will never be able to manipulate me at will. This sentence highlights Beethoven's persistence and hard work on the piano...Persistence is easier said than done. Since I was 6 years old, I have been playing for two hours every day. My fingers have touched the piano countless times, thousands or tens of thousands of times. But when I heard the laughter and laughter of the children outside the window, I couldn't help but say to my mother: "I want to go out too." But then I remembered that I can only persist in my promise to my mother and cannot give up. I can’t remember how many times I misidentified notes and got red marks from the teacher with a bamboo board; I can’t remember how many times tears fell silently; I can’t remember how many times my fingers were extremely sore. During the National Day, I participated in the Shaanxi Provincial Piano Competition. When the beautiful music flowed gently from my hands, and when I heard the thunderous applause, I felt that my efforts, sweat, and contributions were worth it! I succeeded!
Be confident and you will see. Work hard and you will get it. Persevere and you will succeed! Yes, I succeeded!
Along the way, I gained confidence, joy, and success! 2. Harvest essay 500 words: What was harvested and how?
Opening the skylight of my memories, one by one past events appeared in my mind like stars, among which I still vividly remember these two things. ,
I gained a successful essay of 500 words
Today my mother was resting at home, and there was a good TV series at noon that attracted her. I was hungry after finishing my homework: "Mom, what are you going to eat for lunch today? I'm so hungry!" My mother said slowly: "The rice is already cooked. You go peel some potatoes. I'll fry them later." "I covered my growling stomach and said, "Okay." Soon, the potatoes were peeled, and I said, "Peel the potatoes. Come and fry them." Mom said, "Go and peel them." Cut the good potatoes into strips." "Oh," I said weakly. After cutting the potatoes, I said again: "Now you should fry them." Mom said lazily: "You go ahead and fry them. I'll teach you how to fry them, so I can train you. 3. About harvest ( 500 words
Harvest Everyone says that autumn is the golden harvest season. This seems to be invisible in the city. Only in the open land in the countryside can you happily look up at the increasingly high autumn sky. , endless golden waves, at this time people's mood will become brighter like freshly cleaned glass. But if you think about it carefully, why is autumn the harvest season? Don't we harvest anything in the other three seasons? In the pink spring, we reap the cheers of migratory birds, and the gentleness of new willows brushing our faces; in the grass-green summer, we reap the singing of crickets, and the joy of raindrops on our shoulders; in the silver-white winter, we reap the lightness of snowflakes The gentle dance steps, the warmth of the sun after a night of north wind. Look, we have gained a lot in every season! In fact, what is more important is that our hearts are always harvested by a light music. Put on your wings and fly into the sky like a butterfly; a gorgeous picture washes away the dust in your eyes and reflects the colorful sunshine of life like a diamond; this book is fascinating.
But think about it carefully, it’s like taking a time shuttle to travel in the past and future~~~
I hope you can also gain happiness in your life. People's mood will be like newly cleaned glass, and more importantly, our hearts are harvesting all the time; a fascinating book makes the mind embark on a journey of imagination.
Look, the tenderness of the new willow brushing the face; in the silver-white winter, we harvest the dance steps of the snowflakes falling gently to the ground, reflecting the colorful sunshine of life like diamonds; harvest in the emotion! Actually, flying into the sky like a butterfly? Didn’t we gain anything from the other three seasons? In the pink spring, we harvest the joyful calls of migratory birds and become brighter. A light piece of music gives wings to the mood. We gain a lot in every season. The warmth of the sun after a night of north wind. Why is autumn the season of harvest? A gorgeous picture washes the eyes. Get rid of the dust; in the green summer we harvest with the singing of crickets and the endless golden waves.
Everyone says that autumn is the golden harvest season, and the joy of raindrops on the shoulders is so refreshing in the city. It seems that I can't feel it. Only in the open land in the countryside can I happily look up at the increasingly distant sky in autumn. 4. An essay of about 500 words: The harvest of ( )
I live in a very ordinary place. , in a very ordinary family, although this is the case, it has brought me endless happiness and knowledge.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, I saw many parents buying good things for their children to eat and crying and asking their mothers for them. However, after asking many times, my mother would not buy them for me. Slowly, I learned the reason why my mother didn’t buy it for me: It turned out that it was because I was disobedient and too willful, so my mother didn’t buy it for me.
After I learned about it, I learned to be good: walking on the street, I saw some delicious things and ignored them at all, but my mother took the initiative to buy me this and that. At this time, I suddenly understood a truth: there is no use crying and being willful. I want to be a good child who is both sensible and obedient.
Since then, I have developed a good habit. Kindergarten life was over, and I came to Experimental Primary School. I felt very fresh here, and everything was different from kindergarten.
When I was in second grade, our school opened a specialty class called "Little Reporters." After my father and mother found out about it, they asked me to sign up for this class. They believe that writing is a difficult task for a child who has just learned composition, so laying a good foundation in writing from an early age will be of great help to future studies.
In this specialty class, I met my first teacher, Teacher Lu. Once, Teacher Lu selected the works of several classmates in the class and submitted them to the municipal "Xiaocao" newspaper.
Unexpectedly, only my work was published on it. I was so happy that my heart felt as sweet as drinking honey. My father and mother were also very happy and praised me for my progress from time to time.
From then on, I fell in love with writing. Seeing that my interest in writing was so high, my father took time to take me to observe nature. He also said that this would enrich my imagination.
Therefore, there are more and more books on my bookshelf, and more and more good words and sentences have accumulated in my mind. My father often said to me: "If you read more than ten thousand volumes, you can only write if you can." God..." From here on, I began to write essays continuously. My father took me to see the wonderful changes in nature every week. As for me, I wrote an essay every week, and then I wrote it in newspapers and magazines. Contribute to the magazine. But after I voted in, everything disappeared and there was no news. After persisting like this for two months, I became a little discouraged. At this time, I suddenly saw the sentence "Persistence is victory" posted above the desk, so I decided again. Persevered.
Finally, the hard work paid off, and I began to reap rewards. After I received two award certificates in a row, my confidence in writing became even stronger.
My father and mother were also smiling, and they said to me in unison: "You are great! You are so awesome!" After a while, my father and mother discussed and bought me a computer. Looking at this brand-new computer, I couldn't tell how happy I was. I thought: I must work harder to live up to the expectations of my father and mother. In the years to come, I will write more and better works, and become a leader in the future. An excellent writer. 5. Write an essay with the title "Harvest", about 500 words
In the long road of life, everyone has many gains. When you are young, you gain youth and vitality; when you are old, you gain experience and wisdom. When you succeed, you gain joy and happiness; when you fail, you gain strength and determination. In the course of life, everything must be rewarded.
During the long summer vacation, I worked hard to get money from my parents to attend swimming classes. When I think that the whole summer vacation will no longer repeat the rhythm of the Wang Year, there will be a completely different summer vacation life, my heart is like a rough sea, and I can't calm down for a long time.
But when I stood in front of the swimming pool, looking at the crowded hall, an indescribable nervousness came to my heart, and I couldn't help but shudder. Will you go swimming like making dumplings later? It's scary to think about it. "Is XX here?" "Who is XX?" A call brought me back to reality from fantasy. Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw an elderly man looking around and calling my name. I hurried over. "I am XX". "Oh, I'm your coach. Now that everyone is here, come with me." So, I followed him into the swimming pool where I thought about it day and night.
After changing into my swimsuit, I stood by the huge swimming pool and looked tremblingly at the bottom of what seemed to be a bottomless pit. A gust of cold wind blew by, and I felt frightened. I hesitated, and I regretted it! But among the other young students (they are only seven or eight years old), I am a big sister. I had to do a few hasty warm-up exercises, bite the bullet and get into the water with the coach with tense nerves. I closed my eyes and held on to the armrest tightly, for fear of accidentally slipping down. After my feet touched the bottom of the pool, the imaginary fear gradually disappeared as I cautiously tested the water again and again. After confirming that there was no danger, I suddenly became bolder. Following the coach’s instructions, he started practicing holding his breath underwater. After practicing for about ten minutes, I felt too bored and got out of the water. Watching people swimming around, I was envious of their healthy postures that moved freely in the water. "I understand the content of this class. If I study on my own now, maybe I can be like them." I thought to myself, thinking about how I should go swimming.
I looked around to make sure that I would not be discovered by the coach. Then I started to think about it. What kind of swimming should I learn? breaststroke? No, no, the posture is too ugly. Butterfly stroke? No, no, it's too exhausting. What about backstroke? I suddenly had the idea to learn backstroke, and I didn't have to breathe. It was so cool to lie on the water. I was so excited that I didn't care about being facing the water. I took a deep breath and lay down straight. One second, I was smug and expecting to see the coach's approving eyes. The next second, I completely sank to the bottom of the water. Without any defense, I was completely confused and wanted to flutter my hands and feet trying to float. When I got up, I found that I couldn't go up at all. In an instant, fear once occupied my brain. A clear consciousness kept commanding me to stand up! Stand up! With this awareness, I tried hard to stand up, but because my body was facing away from the water, I slipped every time. I stretched out my hand, and in the haze, a pair of strong hands held me up. After grabbing a few sips of water, I started coughing violently as soon as I came out of the water, and I didn't dare to face the coach's livid face.
After this "painful" lesson, I no longer dare to dream of reaching the sky in one step, I can only do it in a disciplined manner. Now that I have learned how to swim, I have long overcome my fear of water, but every time I think about it, I still feel scared. At least that swim taught me that if I want to succeed, I have to go on honestly and don’t think there will be a shortcut, otherwise, the losses will be even greater.
For me, the "swimming incident" is not only an unforgettable and painful memory, but also a gain, a fortune, and a profound philosophy. 6. September, my harvest, a 500-word essay (first grade of junior high school)
It’s another year with the rustling golden wind, another time of autumn water, and it’s September again.
I don’t know why, I like September. Maybe it’s because of the cool wind in September, the refreshing golden autumn, comfortable and pleasant; maybe it’s because of the beautiful and colorful colors in September; maybe it’s because of the September will be full of fruits and fragrant flowers! The sky in September is filled with laughter, making the long-lost smile invade our hearts. September is the beginning of school again. Maybe in the new semester, we have too much hard work and too much pressure, but the new semester also contains happiness and is full of hope.
As long as we welcome the new semester with a good mood, I believe we will definitely gain happiness. September brought me harvest.
In early September, I had the honor to participate in the "Knowing and Doing China - National Primary and Secondary School Teacher Training" event. I benefited a lot from this activity.
Although we were very busy, we listened to the lectures of outstanding class teachers and also studied online courses online. I learned vivid case stories through online videos, as well as conversations and exchanges between class teachers, education experts, and other case clients.
Presenting various valuable experiences and resources in front of us, "enlightening" and "leading" the work of our class teachers. More than half a month of study, exchange, and discussion provided us with a good ideological cleansing and guidance on educational methods.
I believe that I will examine, absorb, and internalize it with a challenging perspective. September is busy again.
There are so many things to do when starting school, I am really overwhelmed. It has been more than half a month since school started, and I have been running nervously at high speed.
After finishing the registration, I have to complete various submission forms, then elect class cadres, establish some rules and regulations for the class, formulate a system for adding and deducting points in the class, formulate a tutoring plan for underachievers, and sort out My own ideas for educating people...At the same time, I must complete my teaching tasks seriously. Miscellaneous and busy, maybe this is the so-called enrichment! September is also happy and warm.
My lovely daughter is in kindergarten. Every time she receives a warm text message from her teacher: Happy Mom, I am happy that I have made progress in kindergarten today! That feeling cannot be expressed in words. September is the season of harvest and reward... At the same time, Teachers' Day is also ushered in. Whether it is a small greeting card, a warm blessing, a distant phone call, or a silent text message... it is all for us. The happiest time.
Because we have gained happiness and true love. In September, we will say goodbye.
Time is like water, years are like songs, and I feel that the pace of life is really too hasty. In this short month, I had many unforgettable experiences and feelings.
But there are still many things we want to do that have not been done, because time has turned a new page for us. Looking back in September, I look at the road I have traveled, which is bitter and sweet, dedicated and harvested. They will be treasured in the sea of ??flowers deep in my memory.
Waving September, knowing that everything is over. The road I have traveled in the past, whether it is difficult or happy, I will take a calm step and accept new challenges.
Tell yourself and you, walk into the glorious October with a good mood. You love tea. You like to carry a tea cup wherever you go. The faint fragrance of tea when you lift the tea lid The mist in the air makes people feel relaxed and happy. I accidentally discovered that you are as skinny as tea leaves.
Your strong figure is gone, your strong skin is gone, only your curved back and deep wrinkles are gone, but your sharp eyes are still so shuddering. The days you and I walked through were like a short childhood, a series of misunderstandings and simple packages. It was your silent love and my ignorance that enriched each other.
Grandpa, only now do I understand you. It turns out that you love me.
You are cold and rigid, but I love to laugh. You are taciturn, but ignorant of me, I misread your silent love. I am dissatisfied with you, but you are full of expectations for me.
When I was a child, I participated in the "Calligraphy Club", but in the club I always felt that my calligraphy was far different from that of my classmates. At this time, you encouraged me and said: "Work hard, just like tea, even if It used to be so ordinary, but after being greened, sun-dried, and fried... the original emerald green became thin and dry, but the fragrance when it was brewed was intoxicating. At this time, it has beautiful connotations. As long as you work hard, It will have beautiful connotations." I responded and then left.
A month later, I participated in the calligraphy competition and won the third prize. Although I was a little regretful, I was affirmed by the teacher. I originally thought you would be very happy when you saw all this, but you just After looking at it, he raised his mouth and smiled. As I held the certificate, I felt a lot of unwillingness and my mood hit rock bottom.
Sometimes, seeing my grandfather’s indifferent expression towards me, I always feel that I am so redundant... Once, my grandparents came to my house to celebrate the New Year. When I saw my grandpa, he smiled at me. My heart was stung. I always felt that this was the first time he smiled at me.
I have a bad habit. I always like to kick the quilt when I sleep. I have had runny noses and yawned constantly these days... But when I get up these days, the quilt is always well covered. I thought it was my mother. , and my heart was suddenly filled with deep warmth. It was late at night, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time because of the cold. Suddenly a light came through the crack of the door. I quickly closed my eyes. He covered me with the quilt, touched my forehead with the back of his hand, then sighed and left. , I slowly opened my eyes, and the curved back gradually disappeared into the darkness... Could the warmth and roughness of this hand be that of grandpa... The days you and I have walked through are a gap filled with misunderstandings, and I am willful. I don’t know how to resolve it, it just makes the misunderstanding between each other deepen.
In a conversation with her grandma, she said: "Your grandpa is such a fool. He didn't know how happy he was when you won the award last time. He kept saying "my grandson" to everyone all day long. Well written...but he insisted on pretending to be disdainful. "I realized at this moment that my grandfather's disdain was an encouragement to me, to stop me from being obsessed with temporary success.
It turns out that the days you and I walked together were not filled with misunderstandings, but also love and happiness. The golden breeze blows, and the years flow. In the blink of an eye, the two years I spent with my teacher passed by in a hurry, leaving only the last September I spent in junior high school, which has extraordinary significance to me. : This September is full of the teacher’s ardent hope for every student, and the hard work of the teacher in countless days and nights.
I think back then, it was the teacher who opened the door to knowledge with a smile and used magic keys to let me. 7. Harvest 500-word essay
The cold wind blew off the yellow leaves swaying on the branches and buried them deep in the soil.
In the winter in the South, only some evergreen trees remain, standing proudly in the cold wind. Oh, I would like to be like that deciduous tree that sheds all its leaves in the cold wind, unlike the evergreen tree that deliberately shows itself in the cold winter, but turns that display into strength and waits for the flowers to bloom in the spring next year.
Some people say: "Simple, simpler, this is life." After the harvest atmosphere was diluted by the cold wind from the south, I deeply felt that in the days of racing against time, life It is so short, and youth is so full of vitality.
The knowledge you learn is like annual rings. As time goes by, it carves traces of knowledge in your mind bit by bit. After reaping the rewards in my studies, I couldn’t help but sigh: Busier, busier, this is learning.
I lament that time passes without leaving a trace, so I cherish time even more. Before that fateful exam next year, our lives are a sea of ??books.
Ostrovsky said: "You only live once, don't regret after doing nothing." He said it, and he did it, and then there was a flickering life *** His immortal masterpiece - "How Steel Was Tempered".
From the race against time, I understand the true meaning of "If a young man does not work hard, he will be sad". Yes, in the field of study, there is the same sunshine and sufficient water, but the richness of the fruits grown depends on the level of fertility it receives.
We are busy studying in a simple life, working hard to create energy, and waiting for a rich harvest next year through continuous efforts. I marveled at the passion and vitality of youth, so I redoubled my efforts to sow my own seeds and wait for them to blossom and bear fruit.
Comrade *** said: "Young people aged 17 or 18 are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock, full of vitality." Yes, we are like the sun. We must know how to sow light and heat before we can The harvest is full of life.
But if we don’t know how to sow, then the earth will be a lifeless situation, and all we will get is darkness. Youth is upward. As long as you know how to sow and are good at sowing when you are young, a green and vibrant harvest field will appear in front of you.
Even though sowing is an important road to success. We are eager to harvest and enter the palace of success, so we must learn to sow.
When we stand in front of a magnificent building and marvel at its splendor, we should not forget that this is not a castle in the air, but made of ordinary bricks. It can also be said that , which is harvested by sowing again and again. It's also a pile of bricks, and if you use it, it might make the most gorgeous building in the world, but if you don't use it, it's just a pile of useless bricks, and you'll get nowhere. 8. Write a 500-word essay on the theme of what you have gained in the first month of school
Today, my parents and I changed places. I became a parent and they became my children. This is something I could not have imagined. of.
Hey, I’m really excited! I usually see my parents working hard for the family, and I also want to share a little bit of the burden for them, but (add a "yes") they used to be worried about me and never let me give it a try. It just so happened that during this event, I also had the opportunity to experience the difficulty of being a parent (plus “we”). As a parent, you should act like a parent. I got up early in the morning. Seeing that my parents were still sleeping, I hurriedly went to make breakfast.
I went to buy soy milk, fried dough sticks, and rice dumplings. At about eight o'clock, I woke them up (I said, your parents can really sleep), supervised them to wash up, and then we started to have breakfast. (Write what my parents said after eating) After dinner, they went to work. I washed the dishes and then went to buy vegetables (the meal was paid for in one time, why buy it twice).
Don’t worry, small things like buying groceries are not a problem for me. I'm going to make hot pot fish, stir-fried peas, and cabbage soup for them (it's amazing, I can do all these).
These dishes are easier to make because I can buy the base ingredients for hot pot fish. What I want to buy is fish, hot pot base, green onions, coriander, green peas, ginger, and garlic.
After I came back from shopping for groceries, I started doing housework and tidying up the room. Then I cleaned. Our house was always clean. I swept and mopped the floor and felt very relaxed.
After sweeping the floor, I made the bed and started playing on the computer, waiting for my parents to come back. At noon, my parents had a working lunch at the company, so I heated up the unfinished meal yesterday and ate it by myself.
In the evening I am going to make hot pot fish, stir-fried peas and cabbage soup for them. These dishes are easier to make because I can buy the base ingredients for the hot pot fish.
I had never cooked before, only instant noodles. I was really ashamed, so I had to ask my mother for advice. The fish was cut open and washed. My mother taught me how to wash the vegetables. First wash and cut the coriander and green onions, cut the ginger and garlic into slices, then wash the green peas and cut off the heads.
After I finished, I started cooking. I washed the rice, added some water, and put it in the rice cooker. I reluctantly finished the fish. I tasted it and it was passable. After all, my mother is a master.
After cooking the fish, I started to stir-fry. After I risked being injured by oil splashes and finished the dishes, I felt very happy. By this time, the meal was almost ready, so I shouted: "Get ready to eat."
I put the bowls and chopsticks in place. Mom and Dad looked at a table of clear soup and vegetarian dishes, but their appetites were not very good (what did Mom and Dad say? ), but I, with a huge appetite, ate two bowls of dry rice each, leaving them stunned. After all, the rice cooked by yourself tastes better! After dinner, my parents went to watch TV. After washing the dishes, I fetched two basins of water to wash my parents' feet.
I feel very fulfilled and satisfied holding their feet. 9. My harvest in the first half month of school, 500-word essay
Bees harvest nectar from flowers in spring; butterflies harvest happiness from dancing in summer; uncle farmers harvest from the fragrance of rice flowers in autumn. Fruit; plum blossoms, harvest the unique "floral fragrance" in winter; we gain knowledge from reading all year round.
When I read the text "Zhan Tianyou", what I gained was: "In the face of the arrogance of the imperialists and their extreme contempt for the Chinese people, Zhan Tianyou bravely accepted the order in order to safeguard the dignity of the motherland. . He creatively dug tunnels and designed the 'herringbone' line, which enabled the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway to be completed two years ahead of schedule, which boosted the ambition of the Chinese people and destroyed the prestige of imperialism." The article "Reading the Poor" was written in the era of Russian history. During this period of unprecedented intensification of conflicts between the upper classes, the aristocracy and the bourgeoisie sucked the blood and sweat of the people, leading a luxurious life and moral degradation; the working people lived in extreme poverty, but their moral sentiments were noble and simple. The novel "The Poor" truly reflects the suffering life of the working people and their noble moral character in this historical period; what you gain from reading "Only One Earth" is: one aspect of the reason why the earth is easily broken! It is due to certain sinful behaviors of human beings, such as uncontrolled exploitation, random destruction of natural resources, and reckless abuse of chemicals. Under the endless extortion, extortion, and destruction of humans, what has become of Mother Earth now? Where is her original long flowing hair? What about her figure? Where are her clothes? It’s not that we are not allowed to have beautiful ideals, but that our ideals are so far away.
Reading is like communicating with great people, and what we gain is knowledge. I traveled to the beautiful Tianmu Mountain with the "Poetry Immortal"; I indulged in the West Lake full of lotus root fragrance with Su Dongpo; I walked across the Cambridge with Xu Zhimo and harvested the waves in the water; I went to feel the mountains with Tolstoy The beauty of time. Reading, let me harvest the potential beauty in life; reading, let me harvest the true meaning of life; reading, let me harvest the beauty of nature; reading, let me harvest the wisdom in life.
I love reading because it gives me endless harvest; because it makes me understand that the hard-working farmer uncles are harvesting the food exchanged with sweat; because it makes me understand that the teacher is Fertilize and water the flowers of the motherland; it makes me understand that the hard-working bees are sucking away the sweet honey.
In short, reading helped me understand the philosophy of life: breaking the ground and sprouting means the beginning of life. When the light green buds appear on the brown soil, it seems to indicate to us that a new life has begun. . Growing taller means that life is continuing and progressing. Growth is a transitional stage between germination and fruiting. People, like plants, either work hard to absorb water and think about growing up, or they waste their youth. , the two results are completely different.
Just as the poet Rabindranath Tagore said: "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves." You must work hard. I am grateful for the plants described in the book. Even though I cannot communicate with them, I still have to cherish them and let me understand the philosophy of life. In the journey of life, whether you work hard or waste time, you will always gain a lot of the true meaning of life. This kind of gain can be said to be very precious! 10. How to write a 500-word essay on the harvest after the autumn harvest
Let me answer: Autumn is here, the weather is sunny, and this is the golden harvest season. The fields are full of people, and people are harvesting rice happily; on the drying field, the rice stacks are like golden mountains, and people's laughter and the sound of threshing machines are one.
My neighbor Uncle Wang’s family also received some millet. On the second day of the National Day holiday, I took advantage of the time to help Uncle Wang thresh millet. Uncle Wang came to the threshing floor early and started threshing. He pushed the stone roller and rolled it back and forth on the flat ears of corn. After rolling hundreds of times, Uncle Wang used a fork to cut the ears of corn. He turned over and started pushing the stone wheel again. I saw that he was sweating profusely from exhaustion, so I went over to help. After pushing it for hundreds of times, Uncle Wang moved the threshed empty ears aside, and a thick layer appeared on the ground. A mixture of grain and chaff, it’s amazing! After Aunt Wang swept the grain and chaff into a pile, I found that there were many pieces of millet on it. I asked Aunt Wang why such things appeared. Aunt Wang said: "This is the head of the grain, because the millet has not been dried. So it falls off in chunks. "Oh, I finally understand why people want to take advantage of the weather. I saw Aunt Wang shoveling the grain and chaff into the sieve, and swinging it from side to side in an open space next to it. The grain and chaff fell to the ground. Aunt Wang threw away the grain in the sieve. After sifting, Aunt Wang used the dustpan handle again. The grain and chaff were shoveled up and shaken off by the west wind in an open space. The chaff was blown to the east and the millet fell vertically to the ground. After several repetitions, a pile of golden millet appeared on the ground. After filling the bags, I found that I had become a big face, but looking at the fruits of our labor, I felt happy.
"Who would have thought that every grain of food on the plate has to be worked hard for?" Food is really hard to come by. The farmers worked hard and finally ushered in the day of harvest.