2. Sentences describing the garden In the garden, leeks germinate, spinach makes signal with the lips, cucumber seedlings divide leaves, bean seedlings break ground, and seedbeds are full of vitality.
In vegetable fields, green water flows, and vegetables, cabbage, leeks and spinach are all washed by dew. Light red tomatoes are hung on herringbone scaffolding one by one, like lanterns.
This cauliflower is white in color and looks like a baby face. Cauliflower all raised their pale yellow faces and smiled at the red sun.
I am very excited. Just searched on Baidu: Mr. Shen Congwen's masterpiece "Vegetable Garden". Yu Jia Garden produces cabbage, because the seeds are very special, and no local vegetable farmer has such a big heart.
This truth can be understood from the surname. The surname Yu was originally a flag bearer, and the food of that year was brought from Beijing. Beijing cabbage has always been famous.
Before the Revolution of 1911, it was Grandpa Yu who came to the city as a backup. When he came to this town, he brought his family and cabbage seeds. I planted it for myself at that time.
Who knows that after my grandfather died, the revolutionary army quickly overthrew the Qing nationality, and the usual domestic forces of the Qing nationality were lost for a while, and it was a scene of decline. Wandering banners were everywhere, poor and embarrassed, and they had no livelihood, but Yu Jia's family got cabbage by accident, which saved the family's disaster.
Yu Jia made a living by selling vegetables. Since then, Yu Jia vegetable garden has become a famous place in this county. The owner, Mrs. Yu, is fifty years old this year. She should have been a beauty when she was young, so she can still see a thing or two from the remaining charm when she is old.
This wife has a son, a good boy with a white face and a long body. He is twenty-one years old. He studied at home. He is cultured, polite and a little aristocratic. Although the local emerging gentleman class, because of gnashing their teeth in the past and looking down on the flag bearer, is now the son of a vegetable maid, and rarely associates with this young master.
But the son of this family and the son who sells vegetables always have two things in common. Although it is not close to the people in the local area, it is still quite respected.
After the development of the vegetable garden in Yu Jia, the hands of mother and son were no longer helpful, so they hired someone else. The master designed that every autumn, long-term workers would dig holes in the garden, and after the snow came in winter, all the cabbages would go into the holes.
Since then, people in the city have eaten Chinese cabbage all year round. In addition to Chinese cabbage, many other vegetables are planted in the 20-mu vegetable garden. Good managers enable people in this city to get extremely fresh vegetables at any time of the year, especially several rare vegetables.
As a result, the income is not small, and after more than ten years, it has gradually become a well-off family. It seems that because of different races, Yu Jia's mother and son, who seldom communicate with others, are at a loss in others' eyes except knowing that this family made a fortune by selling vegetables.
In the evening of summer, this educated and self-reliant middle-aged woman, full of the demeanor of the forest, dressed in old-fashioned white linen clothes and holding a cattail fan, stood by the stream outside the vegetable garden to enjoy the cool. Standing next to him is a young man in white silk shorts.
They often remain silent for a long time, listening to the lingering sound of cicadas in the dusk of willow leaves or listening to the sound of streams. The stream bends eastward around the vegetable garden and the water is clear to the bottom. There are often shrimp and small fish, which are so small that they are useless except sightseeing.
At that time, fish were usually resting. When the wind is moving, the evening breeze is mixed with jasmine fragrance.
There are many flowers and trees in the garden. They swept their temples in the breeze and counted the first star among the willow branches in the sky. Mother was thinking about the poems of the ancients, but she couldn't remember who wrote such a good poem to describe the loneliness in the evening, and she always felt that someone had written such a good poem, so she smiled and asked her son if she could think of two good poems under such circumstances. "This scene, ancient and modern.
Understand it, a revelation, you should write some good poems. ""It seems that the ancients said that I can't remember this person. "
"I think so too. It's Xie Lingyun, it's Wang Wei, I can't remember, I'm really old. "
"Mom, you try to write a four-line, me and." "Well, think about it."
So my mother really wanted to go on, whispering for a long time, as if there were no words to explain the present state. On the one hand, words are unfamiliar for a long time, on the other hand, the situation is relevant. The so-called transcendence over words, like Buddhism, can only be understood, so I smiled.
She said, "This is not good. Where can I write poetry? " After a while, he asked, "What about you, Shao Chen?" The man laughed and said, it's a pity to talk in this weather. Writing poems is tantamount to ruining the scenery. Mother listened, smiled and crossed the bridge, and the shadow disappeared behind the white fence bamboo forest.
However, in such cold weather, it is not uncommon for mother and son to go to the vegetable garden, watch the workers make melon racks, urge them to scoop water, and talk about the market prices of vegetables and radishes in Qiu Lai. Sometimes they go to the garden to see the vegetable seedlings and dig mud and water them themselves.
Nothing is artificial. Compared with the poet of Dou Fangjie's Sitting under the Guapeng, he intends to give Tian Fu five words and eight rhymes. As soon as I left the city, I admired the beauty of the wooden bridge, which was hypocritical and true. It's really impossible to calculate the difference. In winter, Yu Jia cabbage is on the market, and the whole city eats Yu Jia cabbage.
When eating cabbage, anyone who thinks about the situation of the seller's family is praising cabbage and both mother and son. All people know a limited number, but what they know seems extremely fascinating.
In this city, as in other cities, there are ten times more stupid people than smart people, so some people simply say that every cabbage has been touched by the owner's hand, which is why it is so fat. This reason has its roots. From such plain words, we can still see how the city people shine with an envy of this family's beautiful life.
Mothers are also good at cooking all kinds of dried vegetables with cabbage. Roots, leaves and hearts are made into different flavors in different ways. Teenagers' understanding of this kind of knowledge is far less than that of note novels.
But what he does in a day, he spends more time running the vegetable garden than reading and writing. Young people, whose hearts are as white as pigeons' hair, need work and games. The vegetable garden is not a place to make him tired.
He won't haggle with others, but this shortcoming alone makes this person a more lovely person. He will not stop working because he can read, nor will he increase his pride because he has money.
He can treat the local people who have been obedient, whether they are vendors, equally. He should belong to the intellectual class, but he doesn't think it is necessary to respect the reader in the sense of being a man.
He is honest with others himself, and what he asks of others is honesty. He values honesty.
3. Sentences and poems describing the vegetable garden: 1, short hedges, 20 poems about happy days and deep spring, 2 poems about mulberry garden and vegetable garden, 8 poems about mulberry tea tunnel, 3 poems about dreams and spirits not reaching the vegetable garden, 4 poems about a few acres of garden and a half, 3 poems about a new Mao Yuan day, 5 poems about sheep stepping on the bottom of the vegetable garden, and giving them to friends. Empty Fenglin Garden "Eighteen Poems of Jinling" 7. I don't expect to reach the pastoral poem of the master gardener. I made a vegetable garden "Spring Stream" 9. I made a vegetable garden "Two Songs of Qingxi" 10 in front of the East House, with the garden wall facing the sun. I wrote three poems describing the characters of vegetable garden: Miao, Tian and Ye.
4. What are the sentences and poems describing the vegetable garden?
1, the hedge is short.
Happy Days and Deep Spring: Twenty Poems
2. It is a mulberry garden and a vegetable garden.
Eight Songs of Sangcha Tunnel
3, the dream is not broken in the vegetable garden.
Second rhyme predecessors falsely accused sheep.
4. A few acres of garden and half a vegetable garden
Three Poems of Xin Mao Yuan Ri 5. Sheep crossing the bottom of the vegetable garden
Give it to your friends.
6. Empty maple forests and vegetable gardens
The Last Eighteen Songs of Jinling
7. Materials should not be placed in the vegetable garden.
Pastoral ci
8. Set up a vegetable garden in front of Dongfu.
Chunxi
9. Set up a vegetable garden in front of Dongfu.
Two Qingxi Poems
10, vegetable garden wall facing the sun
Three poems
Words describing the vegetable garden:
Miao, sweet, cauliflower, tender, delicious, water, fresh, fragrant, big and round, half red and half green, bright purple, dense. ...
5. The composition describing the school spring vegetable field is 400 words. With life and hope, Miss Chun came to the world with light steps.
She jumped over the mountain and flew over the river. She works hard! But she didn't rest for a moment, and she couldn't wait to come to our campus. Look, the campus is full of the breath and vitality of spring; Full of vitality everywhere; Everywhere is the scene of birds and flowers; Scenes that can be seen everywhere; There is a strong spring everywhere.
The slightly chilly spring breeze awakened all the sleeping things and opened the sleepy eyes of countless small creatures. Look, the grass on the ground opens its eyes, secretly drills its little head out of the ground and looks curiously at the dazzling spring outside.
It is like an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with his own little green and relying on the collective strength. The flowers in the flower bed compete for beauty, and you won't let me, and I won't let you open them and cluster them together.
A piece of red, a piece of yellow, a piece of purple, a piece of rose ... flowers bathed in the warm sunshine of spring, competing to open. The birds on the branches opened their throats and sang melodious songs happily.
Small trees also wake up from hibernation, put on beautiful green clothes, grow leaves and stand there like guards, guarding our campus. At this point, the whole campus seems to be covered with a layer of green gauze by Miss Chun.
Especially, the peach trees in front of the teaching building have a lot of bright peach blossoms. They are like shy girls with pink rouge faces and golden stamens, emitting a faint fragrance, attracting many hardworking bees and playful butterflies.
Those budding peach buds, with their bodies tightly covering their faces, dare not show their faces, and a faint fragrance is sprinkled all over the campus, which makes people linger. No, the violets beside the teaching building are also in full bloom. They are all small and exquisite, posing beautifully, like delicate and beautiful little beauties in purple clothes, very cute.
They all dressed up gracefully to attend this spring feast. In the morning, the students came to school early, doing all kinds of sports and exercises on the playground, shaking off the dew on the branches with laughter.
In the classroom, the lights are bright and the sound of reading wakes up Grandfather Sun. He looked at the vibrant campus with mirth and sprinkled warm sunshine all over the campus. The weather is so warm and hot that people want to sleep. No wonder Li Bai said the poem "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning"! As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning."
I will study hard on this beautiful morning. I am intoxicated in this picturesque spring, as if I have become a grass and a small flower in the colorful spring. Under the diligent cultivation of the gardener, I grew up happily and healthily, making the spring of the motherland more beautiful and lovely.
) In our school, there is such a vegetable field, which not only beautifies the environment, but also is so green all year round. It keeps bearing fruit in spring, summer, autumn and winter and becomes delicious green food on teachers' tables. If someone asks, "How did this vegetable field come from?" Then I want to tell you that this is achieved through everyone's efforts!
On March 12 this year, in response to the Arbor Day proposed by the state, the school chose a piece of land full of weeds and prepared to plant it after reclamation ... You may blurt out: "Tree." But you are wrong to think so. We can not only beautify the environment by planting vegetables, but also produce delicious fruits.
The school divides the vegetable field into six parts, and each part is managed by a grade. Our vegetable field is number 4. At that time, in our third class, every day the teacher took us to the vegetable field, picked up a small hoe specially prepared by the school, and removed weeds and loosened the soil. A week has passed, two weeks have passed ... a month has passed, and what is presented to us is a clean land. Everyone is laughing happily because there is something in it. Sprinkle a layer of fertilizer on the land. After sowing, the students who look after the vegetable fields in each class are divided into groups, including watering group, insect catching group, loosening group and fertilizing group ... I am a watering group. Whenever I pick up the watering can and water the vegetables growing on the fertile black soil, I look at the vegetables with small green water drops and shake them as if thanking them.
When the vegetables are ripe, we can finally pick delicious fruits and vegetables, which is our happiest time, because it is obtained through our own labor!