In the morning, dew condenses on the leaves of grass, white fog slowly recedes, and the field lifts its veil. The industrious farmer uncle came to the field early to weed and fertilize, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. At this time, whenever he looked up and saw the green crops in the field, the farmer's uncle would smile.
In the middle of the field, a clear stream runs through the field. The grass grows very high on both sides of the stream. Cattle-herding children are by the stream, watching calves grazing on both sides. Small fish are swimming in the water. The water from the stream flows into the ground below and then flows into the ground in the form of a stream.
The sun came out, and the golden sunshine shone on the fields, bringing light to the plants in the fields.
There is a vegetable field in the distance, and many vegetables are planted in rows of vegetable fields, such as wax gourd, corn, beans, water spinach, etc ... cauliflower with yellow flowers looks beautiful. I saw industrious little bees flying among the flowers, making a buzzing sound.
The field is vast, it is the hard work of hardworking farmers' uncles, it is a green seedling watered by a clear river, it is a fruit that ripens faster in the sun, and it is the season when hardworking bees are flying in the field, waiting for harvest. The unselfishness of the fields gives farmers heavy fruits and the joy of harvest.
Chapter 2: Beautiful Field Composition 400 words The fourth grade sent away the snowy winter, sunny spring, scorching summer sun and light autumn. Out of the room, out of the village, into the field, you will feel pleasing to the eye and relaxed.
One afternoon, I went to the field and saw many farmers' uncles harvesting rice. In the sun, a golden field came into view. Rice is like waves in the sea, rising and falling, rolling with a smile, layer by layer, heading for the distance. The rice rustled as if playing a beautiful symphony. The heavy ears of rice bent the straw, as if nodding to Mother Earth, and as if to say, "I am mature!" " "Glittering cotton peach smiled cracked mouth, thick corn with big gold teeth. A golden wind blew the pods all over the mountains overnight, and the farmer's uncle smiled from ear to ear.
The sorghum in the field seems to be drunk and his head is a little crooked; Corn sleeps in yellow clothes; Soybean burst into laughter; Half-red and half-green peppers hide shyly among leaves; Tomatoes hang on persimmon racks like lanterns.
Some children are playing, some are wrestling, some are tumbling and some are watching the game. When the children are thirsty, they pick up "Mao Mao Jane", which is a kind of grass similar to thatch. The top of the thatch is covered with green leaves and looks bulging. Peel off the leaves, gently pull out the spikes together with the stems, put the stems in your mouth to chew and suck, and a sweet smell will soon ooze from the tip of your tongue.
I suddenly remembered a children's song and read it aloud: "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming, and crops are growing well in the field." Sorghum blushes, and rice laughs and bends ... "The autumn fields make me intoxicated, and this nursery rhyme may also make the crops in the fields intoxicated.
Chapter 3: Beautiful Field Composition 400 The fourth-grade spring girl came to us with brisk steps. Spring breeze blows the earth, and the earth wakes up and puts on new clothes; Spring breeze, with its moist fragrance, gently blows over the treetops, turning the wicker green and awakening the grass. The spring breeze has made the fields green and full of vitality.
Look, the field is a busy scene. The tractor is rolling forward on the soil. In the warm sunshine, groups of hardworking farmers make cotton bowls with bowl-making machines. The skirts on their chests were open, and the sweat on their heads shone in the sun. One pottery bowl is arranged neatly like a bottle, waiting for the farmer's uncle to sow the seeds of hope here.
Look at the green wheat seedlings, nodding and smiling under the breeze, and the rape blossoms in Huang Chengcheng, which are bright and dazzling. The wildflowers on the roadside also showed smiling faces, as white as snow and as red as fire ... probably because the spring rain had just fallen, the flower girl seemed to have taken a good bath and washed away the stains on her body, which was so beautiful! But also exudes a faint fragrance, attracting groups of dancing butterflies and groups of hardworking bees. This is really like "Huang Si's family is full of flowers, thousands of flowers are low, and butterflies are always dancing"! They add a little interest to the fields in spring.
The field in spring is poetry, painting and hope!
Chapter 4: Beautiful Field Composition 400 The fields in the fourth grade in spring are beautiful, but the fields in summer are more touching. With the coming of summer, the wheat in the field is ripe.
Wan Li is clear in the morning, and the sky is full of clouds. Grandpa Sun gilded everything. Flocks of beautiful birds are jumping around on the green branches. Look, the grass is standing upright, so vibrant and energetic. She showed us that lovely look.
All kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, just like bright spots on the green carpet. When you come to the field, every wheat is golden. Standing in the distance is like spreading a golden carpet on the ground.
Although the reapers were too tired to stand up straight, they all smiled and looked at the heavy ears of wheat, grinning from ear to ear. Looking at the scenery, I can't help thinking of the poem "weeding". Every harvest is bought by the farmer's uncle with sweat. We must cherish the grain and the fruits of the farmer's uncle's labor.
There are seven or eight green-leaf cotton seedlings in the field, sorghum and corn are holding megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings are struggling on the ground. Despite the hot weather, they are all growing, and your descendants are full of vitality. At this time, although the weather is very hot, I feel extremely happy inside.
Time passed unconsciously, and the sun was going down. I reluctantly left this beautiful field.
Chapter 5: Beautiful Field Composition 400 words My hometown is in the countryside full of fields. The field is a unique scenery in any season.
Every time Hong Zhong-like spring thunder broke out in the sky, every time a silver needle appeared in the sky, the spring rain brought the shadow of the swallow to the horizon ... In spring, she came quietly and gently. Aunt Chun brushed the ridge and planted a rape seed in the field. Soon, a large area of golden rape blossoms. At first glance, this land looks like a golden ocean. Look carefully, there are many small flowers on the rape flower. Some are in full bloom; Some are half open and half closed, and it seems that they will bloom soon; Some are flowers and bones, just like newborn babies, protected by petals that have opened or are about to open.
I used to be the "old vine, old tree, faint crow, small bridge and flowing water family" in Ma Zhiyuan. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. "And cry. However, autumn is not just bleak. The fields in autumn are the busiest of the four seasons. People are busy collecting oranges and cutting rice ... they are very busy. Last autumn, my father and I helped my grandmother collect rice. Dad and grandpa are responsible for picking up the lost ears of wheat in the field. I was afraid of getting my trouser legs dirty, so I lifted them up. The grass rubbed against my feet and I was too itchy to go to the ground. Grandma smiled and said, I am a scholar. This is my first time in the field, and I'm not used to it! Then came a few frogs, mixed with grandma's laughter, and spread far and far. ...
The fields in my hometown are beautiful, charming and unforgettable. Because it bears my homesickness.
Chapter 6: Beautiful Field Composition 400 words in Grade 4 I like the magnificent sea and towering peaks. In contrast, I prefer the vast fields.
In spring, there are countless rape blossoms in the fields, thousands of them. Golden petals look like a golden ocean from a distance. I walked among the flowers, intoxicated by the fragrance of rape flowers, and people said, "Sweet-scented osmanthus trees bloom with thyme." But I think, "rape blossoms in thyme"!
Next to the rape blossoms, a small river winds its way into the distance. The water is clear as a mirror, green as flawless jade, and quiet as ripples. Picking up a handful of water, suddenly a chill crept into my heart. In the distance, a few stones stood by and guarded the river like soldiers. Suddenly, several small fish swam past me. I quickly reached out to catch them, and before I knew it, they had swam away happily.
I walked on, and suddenly, I found several colorful and grotesque pebbles. Some are like crawling beetles, covered with patterns and dots, some are like balls, some are like love, and some are like feet. It's really interesting. I picked up some and touched them affectionately. I love them!
In this beautiful field, the air is fresh and natural, which makes me feel relaxed. It was getting dark, and I reluctantly left the field and embarked on my way home.