Busy farming is a hard and happy holiday. In this holiday, I can feel the hardship of my family, and in this hardship, I can feel the busy happiness of my family's harvest. During this holiday, I really felt the warmth and happiness of home. Perhaps some people will always hate busy farming, and these people have not realized the great harvest of busy farming! I realized that I had gained a lot.
We need to know why the school gave us farm leave, and we need to know how much our parents have paid for our family. We should do something within our power, even if it's just to help parents lighten their burden a little, and let us know where the rice we eat every day comes from. I personally experienced the feeling of my parents working in the farmland all day, hard and full of happiness.
Parents go out early and come back late, sweating all day. They pay nothing, just for us children, for our good life, for our health, for our good books, while we, our conscience, are constantly being beaten and swallowed up. Working in the farmland, I occasionally hear a sweet harvest song, which was created by farmers according to their own life experience. The singing is beautiful, and you feel great gain.
The louder the voice, the greater the gain. Although you can't recognize what sound they are making, an emotion is enough to prove it. I am very happy during the holiday, but I am not happy for fun, but to help my family reduce the burden and do more work for my parents. I can also feel the hardships of farming, parents and farmers.
No matter how sad and tired the busy farming is, it will turn into the sweetness of honey here.
In late autumn, the weather is a little cold and the trees have begun to shed leaves.
There are mature golden seedlings everywhere. Autumn wind blows golden waves. In the autumn harvest season, farmers' uncles are busy harvesting!
After the farm holiday, I went home to help my uncle harvest.
This morning, I went down to the field with a hat and a sickle, one on my left and the other on my right. The millet was so heavy that I broke out in a sweat and my clothes were soaked. At noon, the sun burned red. My throat is very dry. My uncle bought a drink and smiled and said, "Rice grains are hard to come by. You should study hard at an early age. When you grow up, you should study and use science to farm the land, and farmers will enjoy it. "
This year is another good harvest!
Help me write a composition about busy farming-please be kind to farmers.
There are two poems (two poems about farmers by Don Kun Li), and maybe we can hear their details:
1. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn. There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
2. After cutting the grain at noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain on the plate is hard?
However, without farmers or their children, it is difficult to understand the truth and feelings, and it is even more difficult for many children born in superior families in cities to have the opportunity to experience the hardships. I always feel that rice or rice on the table is worthless, but who knows how much labor a table banquet means to a farmer?
This year's National Day is an unforgettable day for many brothers and sisters in our group. We set out from the city at 7: 00 in the morning, with retail fruits and the expectation of baking sweet potatoes and corn, and headed for my hometown, a poor mountainous area-Ji Shen, Fangcun Town, Tongshan County, a village located on the hillside, lacking water and roads. We left 104 national highway and passed a one-way cement road, ending.
It is also a strange thing for me to be reborn and raise my hometown in a mountain village for more than 10 years. Sometimes I don't go back once a year, but the only field that my grandmother cultivated alone this year, because my father retired, my mother is old and has no energy to take care of it. When the harvest is finished this season, I will transfer the land to others, so I hope I can help my mother when I go home, at least I can send her home without her having to change trains again.
When I got home, I rushed to the market to buy mineral water. Talking and laughing all the way, taking turns driving. There will be thrilling situations from time to time, but it is also very fun.
At about 10 in the morning, I began to break corn in the corn field. I broke the corn hard first, and then I dumped the straw (the third time). From time to time, ladybugs, silk and sweat on corn make people feel itchy. An hour passed, and they basically couldn't stand this kind of suffering. They ran away and hid in the car to wash, drink water and eat snacks. It was not until 12 that my mother and I broke off more than half an acre of corn. The remaining procedure is to pile the corn with skin together, find a car to take home and peel it, then bask in the sun several times, then knock off the particles by machine or hand, and then collect it and sell it in the market. Such an acre and a half of corn, plus the cost of early sowing and management, won 500 yuan, of course, not counting our salary, even the glasses were worn out. But in the end, after so many processes and sweat, so much corn can be sold around 800 yuan. This kind of pain is beyond my simple words. At least when I came back, a few people were too tired to stand up and squat, and their legs and arms hurt.
At noon, my mother left two bottles of mineral water, some bread and bananas, and ate them directly in the field and continued to break corn. We went back to the market for lunch. When we came back, my mother had just broken the other half of the corn and was going to find someone to take it home. Several of them took tools to our sweet potato and peanut fields, and several of them dug or planed together. In a few hours, they probably harvested 100 kg of sweet potatoes and 10 kg of peanuts, which may be the first time they harvested agricultural products directly from the ground with their own hands. Seriously, our sweet potato has been welcomed by many colleagues in medical college. Sweet and delicious, it will be preserved every autumn. There are 10 packages on this train, and there is a pile left in the carriage. My mother will be distressed to see it.
Mom will continue to work hard at home for a while to collect the remaining crops. The net income of an autumn harvest is about 1500 yuan, which may only be the salary income of a city resident for half a month. Or a brand-name dress or jewelry, a meal or a few bottles of wine, but for farmers, it is just a little sweat and hard work, and even a life of starvation and even two meals a day. However, I really don't have the ability to help my mother harvest again. Known as the Iron Man, my physical strength can only last for one day, and the degree of hard work can be imagined.
After this year, my mother may not have to work so hard, but she can go back to the house in the city to experience another life. However, the situation of farmers living in rural areas often floats in my mind. I am a farmer wearing clean clothes and leather shoes in the countryside, a leisurely or busy university teacher in the city, but my body is full of the blood of farmers, and I will never forget the peasant group at the bottom of society. The ancients said, "A porridge and a meal is hard to think of." The food we usually eat is cultivated, irrigated, fertilized, mowed and harvested by farmers, then sold by businessmen, cleaned and cooked, and finally delivered to us. I don't know how many people spent their time and energy. Therefore, when we eat, we should be grateful and cherish our blessings. In the city, when you meet farmers who have worked hard to avoid the police and urban management to promote their agricultural products, please be kind to them and respect them. They don't have much quality and rich spiritual life, but they have made the greatest contribution to the construction and development of the country and to our three meals a day!
4. The composition "Busy Farming" is about busy farming, with 500 words. Busy farming holiday is my favorite holiday, and it is also an excellent holiday to help parents reduce the burden of farm work.
Busy farming is a hard and happy holiday. In this holiday, I can feel the hardship of my family, and in this hardship, I can feel the busy happiness of my family's harvest. During this holiday, I really felt the warmth and happiness of home.
Perhaps some people will always hate busy farming, and these people have not realized the great harvest of busy farming! I realized that I had gained a lot.
We need to know why the school gave us farm leave, and we need to know how much our parents have paid for our family. We should do something within our power, even if it's just to help parents lighten their burden a little, and let us know where the rice we eat every day comes from.
I personally experienced the feeling of my parents working in the farmland all day, hard and full of happiness. Parents go out early and come back late, sweating all day. They pay nothing, just for us children, for our good life, for our health, for our good books, while we, our conscience, are constantly being beaten and swallowed up.
Working in the farmland, I occasionally hear a sweet harvest song, which was created by farmers according to their own life experience. The singing is beautiful, and you feel great gain. The louder the voice, the greater the gain. Although you can't recognize what sound they are making, an emotion is enough to prove it.
I am very happy during the holiday, but I am not happy for fun, but to help my family reduce the burden and do more work for my parents. I can also feel the hardships of farming, parents and farmers.
No matter how sad and tired the busy farming is, it will turn into the sweetness of honey here.
5. Composition "Busy Farming" 500 words About Busy Farming "Busy Farming" Mid-May is the busiest time for summer harvest in rural areas.
On weekends, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to experience the busy rural life. In the morning, before the lark began to sing the dawn, we and grandma and our whole family took long hooks to harvest rapeseed.
You see, my hardworking sister is bending down to harvest, and her two braids are flying up and down like dragonfly wings; Her head bit by bit, like a duckling foraging; The red face is covered with a layer of crystal fine sweat, like a rose covered with dew. When the kitchen smoke rose from the village, we had razed a whole rape tree to the ground.
They lie neatly, like thick golden carpets, more lovely than the most luxurious Persian carpets. At noon, when Grandfather Sun was grumpy, Grandma couldn't wait to ask us to go to the fields to grab the harvest.
Because grandma said that when the sun is shining at noon, it is the loudest time for rape, and it is the easiest to seed. So we took the sun mat, the cover and the laundry list and started to work.
My sister and I helped grandma lie on the sun mat, so that rape could lie quietly and comfortably in their crib. My grandmother lifted the canopy and beat it rhythmically, just like a musician playing music on a keyboard. Black rape blossoms jumped out of the rape pods with beautiful music. They jumped over the sun mat and slept full of laundry baskets. At dusk, when wisps of smoke rose from the village again, we returned home with a happy mood.
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6. Composition "Busy Farming" 500 Words About Busy Farming "Busy Farming" Mid-May is the busiest time for summer harvest in rural areas.
On weekends, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to experience the busy rural life. In the morning, before the lark began to sing the dawn, we and grandma and our whole family took long hooks to harvest rapeseed.
You see, my hardworking sister is bending down to harvest, and her two braids are flying up and down like dragonfly wings; Her head bit by bit, like a duckling foraging; The red face is covered with a layer of crystal fine sweat, like a rose covered with dew. When the kitchen smoke rose from the village, we had razed a whole rape tree to the ground.
They lie neatly, like thick golden carpets, more lovely than the most luxurious Persian carpets. At noon, when Grandfather Sun was grumpy, Grandma couldn't wait to ask us to go to the fields to grab the harvest.
Because grandma said that when the sun is shining at noon, it is the loudest time for rape, and it is the easiest to seed. So we took the sun mat, the cover and the laundry list and started to work.
My sister and I helped grandma lie on the sun mat, so that rape could lie quietly and comfortably in their crib. My grandmother lifted the canopy and beat it rhythmically, just like a musician playing music on a keyboard. Black rape blossoms jumped out of the rape pods with beautiful music. They jumped over the sun mat and slept full of laundry baskets. At dusk, when wisps of smoke rose from the village again, we returned home with a happy mood.
After a hard day, we fell asleep with a sweet smile, and there was a long-ground hook knife under the bed. Tomorrow, as long as it is sunny, we will devote ourselves to the fiery work again.
In the summer of 400 years, when the cuckoo sang, I knew that the rice in my hometown could be harvested again. I haven't returned to my hometown to collect rice for many years. I plan to go back when I have time this year, but at the moment, the slash-and-burn farm work in my childhood is gradually clear in my heart, and I really have some fears when I think about it.
Get up early in the morning, grind the sickle for cutting rice, oil the thresher and prepare sacks, water, dry food and other necessary things. Mom prepares breakfast and gently knocks on the door to wake me up ... My mother and brother always go out before me. The fields on the roadside are already very busy. Some women are busy dragging their children, and sometimes they go to the children to coax the crying children.
The sickle for cutting rice rustled and the thresher rumbled, which was very lively. The early arrivals have finished cutting a large area of rice, and we are warmly greeting each other. I feel very comfortable between the open fields and the simple local accent in the morning.
On the ridge, my mother and my brother were very busy, so I put on a pair of socks on my feet to prevent leeches. So, I picked up the sickle, rolled up my trouser legs, and quickly cut the rice in the shade. Because I have not been busy with farm work for many years, the length of rice cut is different and messy. My mother told me to put it neatly and cut the rice into the same length, which is more convenient for threshing. I bent down, bowed my back hard, and quickly waved a sickle to cut rice. After a while, my back began to ache and my back began to sweat like rain. Sharp grains of rice left a mark on my arm, and sweat seeped through the mark, which was extremely painful. After cutting some rice, my mother went to busy sorting the rice and grain into rice and grain piles, ready to thresh them with a thresher. The straw is next to the straw, and the rice grains stick to mother's arm. The blood left a deep mark on her arm. Rice stubble stands sharply on every inch of field, stinging mother's calluses and rough feet from time to time, and blood is clearly visible. I once helped my mother, but the rice and food I was holding slipped from time to time instead of helping her.
The sun soon climbed into mid-air, and the hot sun shone on the golden rice, making it golden and rustling in the wind. At this time, rice and grain sparkled like steel thorns, shining in the hot sun, and I became afraid, fearful and anxious. ...
I started to beat rice. My mother and my brother grabbed rice again and again and kept kicking the wheel of the thresher. The broken rice stalks sprayed by the machine flew everywhere and rushed at our eyes. I just feel sick for a while. I tied the threshed rice and straw into a pile and dried them for firewood. After the rice is threshed, it is sorted and bagged, and the bags are carried on the shoulders and moved to the car along the wet ridges. After going back and forth several times, everyone left a deep red mark on their arms and shoulders.
After the threshed rice is moved home, it is cleaned with tools such as weeding, rotary screen and dustpan blowing, and then taken to the sun for drying.
After the rice harvest, the next step is to arrange the rice fields, plow the fields, sow and throw the seedlings. ..............................................................................................................................................
I haven't participated in farm work for a long time. This time, I can deeply understand the hard-won happiness. I think this kind of work is still very meaningful, and I can really remember the hard work of the working people.
8. The annual busy farming holiday has finally arrived. The school gave us nine days off to do farm work, but Sha Tin was not busy with farm work. As I said, I have no land in Sha Tin either. It suddenly occurred to me that there were still a few acres of grain at home, so my father took our door and cut the grain.
Busy farming is really busy farming. On the way home, not only many people are mowing the grass, but everyone is sweating. Everyone is bending their heads, rolling up their clothes and wiping their sweat. Just when I was fascinated, I arrived home unconsciously. When we got off the bus, we saw grandpa and them preparing to cut the wheat. Grandpa saw us coming back and asked us to eat. After my father and I finished eating, grandpa gave me and my father a sickle and told me and my father to cut the grass. We set off and went to the field, where the grains were all golden yellow.
It's our turn to start work. We start with a small particle. We cut and cut ... before we cut halfway, everyone was panting. I always thought there were five people in my eyes and ears. At first, before we finished cutting, everyone sat on the edge of the ridge to have a rest. I said, "Everyone is so tired, let's drink some water." As soon as I finished, everyone agreed. After drinking water, everyone felt their energy rushing into their lungs, and they began to work again, quietly cutting the grain dry. Everyone is happy to see the millet full this year, because we can sell, eat and do many things. This is really a hard and unforgettable farm holiday.
9. What I saw and heard during the busy farming holiday 300 words Spring breeze blows gently, brushing people's cheeks, and a beautiful spring has arrived.
In the spring ploughing season, time is very important for farmers, so farmers' uncles have to hurry to finish spring ploughing. Therefore, our school also had a busy farming holiday to remind students to help their families complete the task of spring ploughing.
The empty and quiet fields suddenly became lively. At this time, the sound of hand-held machines in the stadium has spread throughout the stadium. People are talking about this year's spring ploughing while transplanting rice seedlings. We have accelerated our work efficiency and cooperated with each other: the main task of children is to assist adults in transplanting rice seedlings. All the family members took part in transplanting rice seedlings. As I am a beginner, the speed of transplanting rice seedlings is not very fast ... At the same time, I also realized from the process of transplanting rice seedlings that one should learn from each other's strengths in everything, so as to make progress.
At dusk, after the efforts of our whole family, we finally planted the seedlings, and we also went home with farm tools.
After today's work, I realized that if you want to get a good harvest, you must work hard and hard. The same is true of study. If you want to get good grades, you must make unremitting efforts.