My grandmother lives in the countryside, and there is a vegetable garden planted by her grandmother in front of her house. Every time I go back to her house and see it, I always feel infinitely close.
There are natural fruits and vegetables growing in the vegetable garden, but the green is not monotonous. Different greens are accompanied by other natural red, yellow and white. The vegetable garden in the countryside is different from the farms in the network. She is really alive. Grandma always gets some fresh vegetables from the vegetable garden that can't be bought in the urban vegetable market to help me. I always praise their delicacy.
The vegetables in the vegetable garden are the result of grandma's hard work, and it takes a period of waiting from burying seeds in the ground to harvesting. The real vegetable garden is not a happy farm, and her efforts are not only on the index finger of her right hand. The vegetable garden in the country is not a game. She makes people understand the meaning of hard work. The harvest of vegetables in the vegetable garden can make us understand the meaning of labor. Labor is vivid, not a simple labor, but a real entity.
The vegetable garden in the country is a harmonious existence of nature and human beings, and she has the beauty of human efforts and nature.
I don't know how old you are, but you can choose one from it to make a point.
2. Write a composition on rural vegetable growing.
As soon as I came to the vegetable field, I thought, "What's so difficult about growing vegetables? Just dig a hole and put the rapeseed down. It's not easy!" At this time, my grandmother seemed to know my mind and said to me, "This dish looks like a trivial matter, and it is not easy to cook. There is still a lot of knowledge in it." After listening to grandma's words, I didn't agree, thinking, "Grandma must be lying to me. I don't believe it because I need knowledge to grow vegetables." Watching grandma dig a hole with the tip of an iron hoe on the ground, that's all. I immediately picked up the iron hoe and dug it on the ground. A pit was really dug. Soon, I dug dozens of pits. I called my grandma to see my "masterpiece". When she saw it, she didn't say it was good, but pointed at me and said, "What pit are you digging, high and low?"
with that, she picked up an iron hoe and destroyed all my pits. Then she taught me patiently with her hands. Grandma said, "Growing vegetables is just like being a human being. You should be down-to-earth, step by step, and if you have laid a good foundation, you will not be afraid of nothing." I learned the way my grandmother taught me to dig up methodically, and it was really good, much better than before. It turns out that you need knowledge to grow vegetables.
Thanks to my grandmother for teaching me how to grow vegetables, and at the same time, she also taught me how to be a good person in the future, and to be a useful person. 3. Composition about rural vegetable fields
Feel the countryside
At first, I thought that the countryside was a fairyland for fairy tales. It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, with a clear blue sky like a mirror and a gorgeous sea of flowers like oil paint. The golden sunflower grows the seeds of hope under the nourishment of the sun. It may be the idyll in Tao Qian's poems, and it plays the story of the fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunlight is light and leisurely. It's just the village in the poem. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but scorching the land viciously. Looking from a distance, the rickety figure on the land exhausted its heart in the morning and evening, in the spring and autumn. He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations. When the storm came, his heart trembled like the swaying crops in the field, and his tears ran across his gullied cheeks, like the water that flooded the field, flooding his heart layer by layer and drowning his breath. When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He could not see the hope and harvest, and his chaotic eyes were dry and empty. They are happy sometimes, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. The full grains are like jewels, and the corners of their eyes smile like crescent moons. What they want most is a good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life. Will such a country disappoint us when we face such a picture? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and compassion. Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China. When we look at them with disdain, do we ever think that it is they who bring us hope of life with sweat and blood? Look at the farmers in China who have become eternal in the history of China with the most humble posture, and let us feel the countryside with our heart!
feel the country
"country". For those children in the city, it seems very, very difficult to understand the meaning of this two-word word because they have never been there or experienced it personally. It seems even more difficult to feel the countryside.
"country". For those children in the countryside, because they live in it every day, they will certainly have a deep and many feelings about its meaning. However, it seems that there are still some difficulties in expressing its meaning accurately and clearly!
There must be different people's minds. What is my ideal beautiful countryside and my ideal beautiful countryside?
In my mind, the countryside is neither bustling nor noisy between cities, but also has the complacent temperament of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". In the countryside, there is no polluted and turbid air in the city, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. As for the bustling big cities, only the foul odor emitted by chemical plants, only the black and dark blue sky where the stars and the moon can't be seen clearly because of the bright lights of skyscrapers, no quiet life like "sunrise" in the countryside, and no delicate and gentle scenery in the countryside. Therefore, I think that the countryside is naturally more beautiful than the city. Although the land in the countryside will be more barren, can't it be changed with both hands?
Some people think that the style of the countryside is just like the character of the Northeast Man, which is bold and rough. Isn't the winding mountains and the flowing rivers the best portrayal of the extensive and extensive style of the countryside?
actually, it is not. I think, however, that the style of the countryside is as delicate and feminine as the sweet and gentle Jiangnan woman in the water town. Don't shake your head against it yet, and don't nod your head first. Listen to me first! Don't you see the trickle of that strange stone? Don't you see the willows blowing in the wind by the stream? Have you noticed that the fertile yellow land has bred countless Chinese children?
isn't the trickling delicacy just like a thoughtful and delicate intelligent girl?
Isn't the willow swaying in the wind just like a girl coming out of a light ink painting?
The yellow land that gave birth to countless Chinese children is the most like our mother with selfless dedication!
ladies and gentlemen, after listening to my above statement, can you still say that there is no delicacy and gentleness of women in the countryside, but only the boldness and boldness of men in Northeast China?
I feel the countryside, which has both the boldness of men and the tenderness of my daughter's family. This is the country in my mind and the country I feel.
this is our country! 4. I love the vegetable garden in the countryside. 2 words
The mountains and rivers in my hometown are very charming. The vegetable garden in my hometown is worth remembering all the year round, but my favorite is the vegetable garden in my hometown in summer. In summer, the whole garden shows great vitality, like a colorful garden. Look! The trumpet-like pumpkin flowers, butterfly-like loofah flowers, star-like tomato flowers, golden, purple eggplant flowers and white pepper flowers are not to be outdone, and they are scrambling to open up. Yellow, purple and white flowers are dotted with green leaves, like stars in a blue sky, and like an endless green carpet inlaid with colorful flowers, which is beautiful! Flowers give off a burst of fragrance, attracting a butterfly and swarms of bees. Bees are singing and dancing, which makes them particularly carefree, and butterflies dance with them. It's really beautiful and wonderful! There are many dishes in the garden, including wax gourd covered with hair, the big one is as big as a doll, and the small one is as big as a pillow; Langua is flat and long, flat and as big as a washbasin, but it is heavy. I tried my best several times but I didn't pick it up. Luffa vines are like a green brocade, and luffa vines of different lengths and colors are covered with luffa vines; The most interesting thing is tomatoes, which are rich in nutrition. Green, light green, Huang Chengcheng and red tomatoes are covered with branches, like small lanterns; Eggplants in purple robes hang high on trees, long, round and flat, countless; There are some peppers in the sky, which are normal. As soon as I see peppers, I will think of the song "Spicy Girl". I heard that peppers are good for the body and mind, better than taking medicine, and peppers are also my favorite vegetables. Ah! The vegetable garden in my hometown, you provide us with nutritious vegetables all year round. I love you, the vegetable garden in my hometown. 5. Composition about rural vegetable fields (don't write about your own or your own, but write about the scenery)
Beijing is a household name, but what about rural vegetable fields in Beijing? Let me introduce you!
It is a morning after a rain. Although it is foggy, my heart is clear and sunny in Wan Li. We (grandfather, grandmother, aunt in Beijing) drove happily to the rural vegetable garden in Beijing! We came to the countryside (not to the vegetable garden yet). How beautiful the countryside is after the rain! Walking on the ridge of the country, breathing the fresh air, a few drops of rain fell from time to time on the tree and danced on our faces, as if to welcome us!
ah, finally to the vegetable garden! How lovely the vegetable garden is! "Little fatty" eggplant and "little skinny" eggplant bent the mother of eggplant tree; Wild mosses all over the mountains are dancing in the wind; Mature lentils are full. Like "expectant mothers"; White cucumbers and green cucumbers are covered with vines, which are very beautiful. When you pick them with your hands, they will prick you and attack you ... Some "baby cowpeas" can't wait to stick their heads out, but some "baby cowpeas" are reluctant to leave their mothers' hands. Seeing these interesting and vivid scenery, I can't help laughing happily ...
At this time, I said to my "colleagues", "Why are you still stunned? Hurry up and work!" My period simply assigned a job, and we began to pick vegetables.
First of all, I started my first job-cutting "small cream fat cucumber" (white cucumber). As soon as I started cutting, it stabbed me with its "self-defense weapon". In a rage, I had to apply for a change of post with my aunt to cut cowpeas. I saw my left hand followed by cowpea, and my right hand cut cowpea with scissors, just like a skilled little worker. Every time I cut a pair, it was like a child running out of cowpea row after school ...
Today, I had a great time! 6. I love the garden in the countryside.
The mountains and rivers in my hometown are very charming, and the garden in my hometown is worth remembering all the year round, but the garden in my hometown in summer is my favorite.
In summer, the whole garden is full of vitality, like a colorful garden. Look! The trumpet-like pumpkin flowers, butterfly-like towel gourd flowers, star-like tomato flowers, golden, purple eggplant flowers and white pepper flowers are not to be outdone, and they are scrambling to open up. Yellow, purple and white flowers are dotted with green leaves, like stars in a blue sky, and like an endless green carpet inlaid with colorful flowers, which is beautiful! Flowers give off a burst of fragrance, attracting a butterfly and swarms of bees. Bees are singing and dancing, which makes them particularly carefree, and butterflies dance with them. It's really beautiful and wonderful!
There are many dishes in the garden, including wax gourd covered with hair, the big one is as big as a doll, and the small one is as big as a pillow. Langua is flat and long, flat and as big as a washbasin, but it is heavy. I tried my best several times but I didn't pick it up. Luffa vines are like a green brocade, and luffa vines of different lengths and colors are covered with luffa vines; The most interesting thing is tomatoes, which are rich in nutrition. Green, light green, Huang Chengcheng and red tomatoes are covered with branches, like small lanterns; Eggplants in purple robes hang high on trees, long, round and flat, countless; There are some peppers in the sky, and they are normal. As soon as I see them, I will think of the song "Spicy Girl". I heard that peppers are good for the body and mind, better than medicine, and they are also my favorite vegetables.
! The vegetable garden in my hometown, you provide us with nutritious vegetables all year round. I love you, the vegetable garden in my hometown! 7. How to write the composition of small vegetable garden in the second volume of Chinese grade four
Today, I don't write about bustling cities or beautiful parks, but I will write about my grandmother's small vegetable garden in the countryside.
some time ago, I went to my grandmother's house to play. Run to the small vegetable garden as soon as you enter the door. I saw a dozen grown broom seedlings on both sides of the path. If you stand in the distance, it looks like a few green thorns! They are particularly round, as if they had been trimmed. In fact, no one has trimmed it. This is the real natural beauty!
On the left side of the path is a small spinach. Look at it. It is so fat, so strong and tender that it wants to drip.
Next to the small spinach are pumpkins. I'll look here and there. I can't see the big pumpkins until I push the leaves away. They are trying to play hide-and-seek with me. Pumpkins are yellow and red in color, round and long in shape. They look very interesting.
On the right is a small green vegetable. It has five or six leaves with a core in the middle. It is so empty that it looks like the place where Thumbelina was born in the story. I want to drool when I see it.
Next to the small vegetables is coriander, which has many leaves. You can smell a Qing Xiang when you walk next to it. I really want to eat a few mouthfuls! ! !
There are several tung trees in front of the vegetable garden, with big and dense leaves. It can keep out the sun and the wind and rain. This tung tree is so big that I can't hold it alone.
Suddenly, there was a "click". It turned out that Dad had recorded this beautiful scenery forever. 8. My garden composition is 6 words
1. What rhetorical method is used in the following sentence? What's the role?
its slender tendrils stretch out and wrap around the rattan frame, like little fingers trying their best to hold the rattan frame. They look so helpless that I feel they need my care.
a: this sentence uses metaphor and personification. Function: It vividly describes the tendrils of zucchini.