The corn grinned and showed its white teeth, which was really pleasing.
A stick about a foot long and five meters long, like a horn, is inserted on a solid stem. The stick factory shows golden "teeth", and anyone will have admiration when they see it.
The slight wind blew gently, and the corn seemed to feel a little cold. It trembled slightly, and several "pearls" on the leaves suddenly got into the soil.
When the corn is ripe, take off its light green clothes and pearl-like corn seeds appear in front of your eyes.
In late summer and early autumn, corn gets hot. It has bunches of purple tassels on its head. Take off its pale green coat and you can see pearl-like corn seeds.
On Saturday night, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house in the country.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw piles of golden corn. I ran to a pile of corn and observed it carefully.
The ears of corn are large and small, the long ones can be more than 20 cm, and the short ones can be 10 cm. Some corn is golden yellow, some corn is tender yellow, and some corn is light yellow.
The appearance of this corn ear is also very interesting. Some ears of corn are covered with corn grains, and some ears of corn are covered with something fluffy. The color of that thing is reddish brown, as if it had a beard. It is really cute. Smell the corn again. Sweet and fragrant. It reminds people of the smell of boiled corn. My mouth is watering.
The younger brother next to me asked me how so much corn came from. I said, "This is the corn planted by my grandparents, and now it's back." As I talked and thought, a picture appeared in my mind: my grandparents were harvesting corn in the field under the scorching sun, with sweat on their faces.
In the evening, my brother and I sat on a corn pile and built a house with ears of corn. My brother and I are sitting in the house. The golden walls and the smell of corn all over the house are really happy.
3. The composition of harvesting corn describes the actions of two people in 300 words. Summer vacation is the season when corn is ripe. One sunny day, after breakfast, grandma took her brother and sister with me to break corn in the corn field.
I followed my grandmother's example, carried a basket on my back and walked happily to the cornfield.
When I got to the cornfield, I immediately picked up the corn. I first separated the leaves wrapped in corn layer by layer, and then forcibly broke the leaves and roots, and the corn took off its clothes outside, revealing its true colors. I put these corn in the basket. Time and time again, we didn't finish picking the corn in this field all morning.
Next, we need to transport the corn home safely. Every time, I put 20 corn in the basket, and then slowly carry the basket with corn home. When I got home, I took the corn out of the basket, put it away, and went to the cornfield to carry it home. My sister is the funniest when I recite corn. She is only five years old this year and knows she is the youngest and weakest. In order to compete with us, she chose a big basket full of corn. When she was carrying it, because the basket was too heavy, she couldn't carry it at all, so she began to cry loudly. No choice, my brother and I had to help my sister share some corn in her basket and carry it home. What is even more bizarre is that this time, the tiger monster Fan attacked the cat sister with singing shoes and only carried a corn home. I looked at my sister's lovely appearance and thought: I might as well walk home with a corn in my hand and no basket on my back!
After two days of contact, we broke all the corn in the corn field and successfully shipped it home. Next, beat the corn-that is, take all the corn kernels off the cob with a machine.
Several of us are responsible for the division of labor and cooperate with each other. One person is responsible for putting the corn in the basket and giving it to another person. Another man put the corn in the basket into the corn thresher one by one. After the corn cob enters the machine, piles of corn kernels come out directly from the other end of the machine. One person is responsible for pushing the corn kernels out of the machine to dry, so as to prevent the corn kernels from piling up too high and ramming into the machine again. I am busy putting the corn in the basket, and I am busy pushing it away, and I often sweat. Just as we were busy playing corn, the weather was not very good and it began to rain. However, we have to stop beating corn temporarily, and quickly pile up the corn kernels and cover them with plastic sheets to prevent them from getting wet by the sun and rain. When the rain cleared up, we hurried on with the corn, and it took more than an hour to finish all the corn.
In the process of harvesting corn this time, I am often sweating and panting, but looking at piles of corn kernels, I can't say how happy and excited I am. This time in grandma's hometown, I personally participated in harvesting corn, which not only made me realize the hardship and difficulty of farmers' uncles' work, but also exercised my will to work hard. From then on, I must learn to cherish food and cherish the happy life I have.
On Saturday night, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house in the country.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw piles of golden corn. I ran to a pile of corn and observed it carefully. The ears of corn are large and small, the long ones can be more than 20 cm, and the short ones can be 10 cm. Some corn is golden yellow, some corn is tender yellow, and some corn is light yellow. The appearance of this corn ear is also very interesting. Some ears of corn are covered with corn grains, and some ears of corn are covered with something fluffy. The color of that thing is reddish brown, as if it had a beard. It is really cute. Smell the corn again. Sweet and fragrant. It reminds people of the smell of boiled corn. My mouth is watering.
The younger brother next to me asked me how so much corn came from. I said, "This is the corn planted by my grandparents, and now it's back." As I talked and thought, a picture appeared in my mind: my grandparents were harvesting corn in the field under the scorching sun, with sweat on their faces.
In the evening, my brother and I sat on a corn pile and built a house with ears of corn. My brother and I are sitting in the house. The golden walls and the smell of corn all over the house are really happy.
5. Harvest the corn. The black corn that Dad planted is ripe.
In the morning, I followed my father to harvest corn.
Ah! How tall the corn is! It may be 3 meters high. The corn on the cob is thick and big, and some have black faces. I can't wait to jump off the ground. Dad picked up a shovel and threw me a corn. I picked up the corn, stepped on the corn stalk with my foot, and broke the corn cob with my hand. I heard a click and the corn cob fell off. I picked up the corn and peeled it layer by layer. Wow! What a beautiful popcorn!
In this way, we can finish harvesting corn soon. Dad asked me to move the corn to the sun. I can't take it, just put it in my skirt. Just one step, a corn fell. I bent down to pick it up. Unexpectedly, another corn fell. I had to put the corn in my skirt and pick it up in the sun.
6. How to write the diary of autumn harvest corn The autumn wind has cooked the fruit and brought the joy of harvest. Autumn is a mature season, delicate flowers bear fruit, people enjoy the crystallization of nature, and the hard-working land rewards people's efforts and sweat, bringing people gratifying joy and bright smiles, with dazzling autumn colors.
When the corn is ripe, think of people busy from their leisure, carrying bundles of bags to harvest the gifts of the earth. When people break off the golden corn from the straw, just like an old man giving away his "golden doll", they will concentrate their energy on small corn kernels for the rest of their lives. I heard from my classmates that the weather has been good this year and the corn has returned to spring. Everyone should try to be taller than the weather and show brown hair, which is a bit like doll's hair. The exposed part is like a lovely baby. Tearing corn by hand is much easier than in previous years. You don't have to tire your delicate fingers, take out corn cobs, enjoy the harvest scene, forget the fatigue in your heart, and the joy of harvest infects the hard-working author. Lang Lang's laughter spread all over the endless cornfields, and the corn stalks of golden dolls swayed in the autumn wind. For example, a pregnant woman sent her baby away, pride and pride passed in rows of corn teams, and another soldier shouldered a heavy burden to complete his glorious mission.
Children are people's pleasure, and places with children are the source of happiness. Children found dumb corn stalks in their spare time, chewing them in their mouths like sugar cane, which amused everyone on the sidelines. In their innocent world, all sweetness is a symbol of beauty, and they gave this precious "sweet stalk" as a gift to their deceased partner. That kind of cordial feeling is formed in young children, as if returning to childhood. Innocent friendship is like a pink bud, delicate and lovely.
The scene of harvest is similar year after year. After years of hard work, people are repeating simple farm work, watering their fields with love and sweat, hoping that this vast land will grow beautiful and rich. Scientific and technological progress has changed people's lives, grain output has increased, and mechanized farming has replaced people's labor tools: with scientific planting, common corn gray blisters have gradually decreased; With the popularization of advanced technology, the yield of corn is also full; Corn harvester replaced manual cutting; The crusher makes people stop threshing by hand.
7. The article about corn harvest is for reference only; Walking into the field is like being in a golden ocean. Under the sunlight, it sparkles, and heaven and earth are integrated, and it is golden everywhere. Rice is growing well. Each ear of rice has more than 80 grains, and each grain is so full that it is about to burst into a big belly, heavy and falling straight. Its stem is thin, but tough. Although it has been bent, it never lies down. Its roots, like eagle's claws, cling to the earth, regardless of wind and rain, without moving at all. Look, the old man over there is harvesting crops. He waved his sickle skillfully. After a period of time, the airtight rice fields are cut several times, which seems to be a golden road leading to happiness. People in the distant grain fields are also busy …
Autumn is beautiful everywhere; However, there is always a beauty in autumn in my hometown that cannot be surpassed in other places. However, the most beautiful is the autumn night in my hometown, especially the moonlight. My family used to live in a small mountain village. That small mountain village is like a charming girl. Show it to us. This small mountain village is small, but there are more than 50 families. There are five or six people in a big family and three or four people in a small family.
Autumn in my hometown is the harvest season. When the rice is cooked, the ground is covered with "gold" from a distance. When the corn is ripe, the farmer's uncle piles them on the wooden frame, like a pyramid; When the soybeans are ripe, the farmer's uncle is drying in the yard, emitting dazzling golden light. Like some scattered little gold; Sorghum is ripe and red. The ears of the dog's tail are waving to people! Ah! I like this harvest autumn.
Autumn in my hometown is a cool season. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind blows gently. The earth put on a golden sweater. People sit in the yard to enjoy the cool and enjoy the beautiful things brought by autumn. Ah! I like this cool autumn.
Autumn in my hometown is a world of fallen leaves. The yellow leaves on the tree slowly fall from the treetops one by one. They are like countless golden butterflies, some flying and some playing; Others are playing. Pieces of yellow leaves fell to the ground, as if to cover the mother earth with a golden and soft quilt. Ah! I love this world with yellow leaves falling.
Autumn in my hometown is happy. The sky is blue, occasionally a few birds fly by, and the countryside is so quiet. People have parted ways, and the adults in our village either farm or do business. Some good women knit sweaters together or chat together. Almost everyone has something to do. We are the only children left. We ran to the hillside, where the grass was deep and endless. When we went up the mountain, we broke a few branches and leaves and put them on the top of the mountain. "hoo"! You slipped into the water field before you came to your senses. Although my clothes and trousers are dirty, I will inevitably be scolded by adults when I go home, but I am always happy. A feeling of happiness immediately filled my little heart. Ah! I like this happy autumn.
Autumn in my hometown is my world, because my hometown is the real home. Ah! I love my hometown, and I love autumn in my hometown even more!
Autumn is beautiful everywhere; However, there is always a beauty in autumn in my hometown that cannot be surpassed in other places. However, the most beautiful is the autumn night in my hometown, especially the moonlight. My family used to live in a small mountain village. That small mountain village is like a charming girl. Show it to us. This small mountain village is small, but there are more than 50 families. There are five or six people in a big family and three or four people in a small family.
Autumn in my hometown is the harvest season. When the rice is cooked, the ground is covered with "gold" from a distance. When the corn is ripe, the farmer's uncle piles them on the wooden frame, like a pyramid; When the soybeans are ripe, the farmer's uncle is drying in the yard, emitting dazzling golden light. Like some scattered little gold; Sorghum is ripe and red. The ears of the dog's tail are waving to people! Ah! I like this harvest autumn.
Autumn in my hometown is a cool season. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn wind blows gently. The earth put on a golden sweater. People sit in the yard to enjoy the cool and enjoy the beautiful things brought by autumn. Ah! I like this cool autumn.
Autumn in my hometown is a world of fallen leaves. The yellow leaves on the tree slowly fall from the treetops one by one. They are like countless golden butterflies, some flying and some playing; Others are playing. Pieces of yellow leaves fell to the ground, as if to cover the mother earth with a golden and soft quilt. Ah! I love this world with yellow leaves falling.
Autumn in my hometown is happy. The sky is blue, occasionally a few birds fly by, and the countryside is so quiet. People have parted ways, and the adults in our village either farm or do business. Some good women knit sweaters together or chat together. Almost everyone has something to do. We are the only children left. We ran to the hillside, where the grass was deep and endless. When we went up the mountain, we broke a few branches and leaves and put them on the top of the mountain. "hoo"! You slipped into the water field before you came to your senses. Although my clothes and trousers are dirty, I will inevitably be scolded by adults when I go home, but I am always happy. A feeling of happiness immediately filled my little heart. Ah! I like this happy autumn.
Autumn in my hometown is my world, because my hometown is the real home. Ah! I love my hometown, and I love autumn in my hometown even more!
8. Kaiser 3344 harvested 500 words of composition.
Clouds are surging, sprinkling plumes of colorful light on the corn fields. Birds are humming under the corn tree, and corn walks into the twilight with people.
Singing and laughing on the road, the old man's face is full of chrysanthemums, the white face of * * * is full of peonies, and the children's faces are full of red apples. It made the birds sing loudly and the sheep enjoy themselves, regardless of the crisp whip sound overhead. However, all this is submerged in busy tractors. Seen from a distance, the hill moves slowly like a snail on the country road.
Dragging my tired body and humming an unknown ditty, I also embarked on my way home. At this time, I felt a dull pain in my hand, so swollen that I couldn't bend over and stretch. It seems that thousands of bugs are biting my palm, as if they were bitten by thousands of small mouths. Once you have a chance to relax, pain will follow. Thanks to the corn, my hands are black and blue. My hands hurt, my arms are sore, my legs are numb, my feet are swollen, and even my stomach croakes.
This year's corn is too big to hold in one hand. One minute it's stuck flat on the corn stalk, and the next it often makes your head bleed. If you are not careful, your head will spark with the corn. It seems that I am afraid of losing its place in the harvest basket.
Strange to say, once I am engaged in labor, I feel sweaty all over, but I feel that I still have endless energy, as if there is a fairy helping me in the dark! When breaking corn, everyone is full of enthusiasm and energy. When loading the car, everyone was stunned. God, there are so many. When will you pretend to play? I can't help sighing. I'm so worried! But my mother-in-law took the lead. How dare I fall behind? As soon as my teeth are bitten, my eyes are closed and my heart is horizontal, my mind is full of one thought: pretend!
After a fierce battle, the car was out of reach, and the corn was in the same place. Only the people under the car supported their waists with their hands and held their heads up, laughing.
A little carelessness has reached the door. I thought it was so far to go home just now, but now I bumped into fragrant rice.
"Grandma, tonight, you must stew chicken, it's delicious! My legs can't walk ... "I shouted before I entered the room.
"Chan wench! Just know to eat! Tired and healthy, come and see me, "he said, holding my hand. "Look at these tired children. Go inside and lie down for a while. Grandma gives you meat to eat! "
"Grandma, I'm not tired. Smelling chicken is not greasy! "
"This silly child ...". I smiled foolishly, and a warm current penetrated my body.
Twilight began to close and the moon crept up the treetops. As if walking on the bottom of the sea, I suddenly remembered Su Shi's poem "The courtyard is as empty as water and the water is full of bamboo and cypress." Feel comfortable! There was silence, and the noise during the day was drowned out by the crickets' songs.
I fell asleep with a tired smile.
What a golden autumn season and harvest!
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9. The composition of the harvest season (write farmers harvesting corn) In the harvest season, joy is mixed in the air and scattered on the earth.
At noon, the sun is shining, and there are piles of golden corn in the empty yard. Everyone is busy picking corn, and every family has a bumper harvest.
Look! Uncle Li and Aunt Zhang in the north of the village have piled several piles of corn, just like Jinshan. Although they are busy, they are still very happy.
I saw Uncle Li hook corn with an iron hook. Then, he said to Aunt Zhang, "Catch". A corn crossed a beautiful golden arc in the air and flew to Aunt Zhang's hand. Not only Uncle Li and Aunt Zhang were very happy, but even their kittens were infected and kept meowing, as if sharing the joy, fun and joy of harvest.
Not only uncle Li and aunt Zhang are enjoying the harvest, but also uncle Xie and aunt Shangguan in the south of the village are enjoying the joy of the harvest. Look! They are as busy as a bee: Uncle Xie crawls around the ladder as flexibly as a monkey, while Aunt Shangguan is counting corn carefully! They have more corn. From a distance, the golden corn in Huang Chengcheng is half as high as a house.
A group of chickens in their family cackled happily, and they didn't forget to have a good meal. Grandpa Chen and grandma Zhao in the village east are also immersed in the joy of harvest.
Look! Grandpa Chen is moving corn and asking his son and daughter to come back to eat corn. They ate and said that grandma Zhao talked about old things, grandpa Chen talked about the metropolis before liberation, and her daughter talked about high technology ... Everyone gained a lot in the harvest season.