The poem in my heart is 400 words.

I just taught you how to write, but I can't help you write it completely. Let's choose weeding.

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Start: You can write it like this. You were doing your homework on the desk when you suddenly fell asleep. Back to ancient times through time and space (hehe, it's quite fashionable recently). Suddenly I came to a strange world. I was shocked when I recovered from the transformation of vision. In front of my eyes, there is a nearly yellow seedling. Initially, I am now in the middle of a field. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my head and looked up ... As we all know, articles about things all have elements of "good weather, good location and harmony with people". Look at the time in poetry-the sun is at noon, and the sun at noon is the most poisonous. Here you should use the method of environmental description: the sun, seedlings and cicadas are all alive and expressing heat. The sun shook his golden mirror and proudly said, "Haha, summer is my world, and I want to scorch you." ......。

I looked into the distance and saw people not far away-must be a poor old farmer: descriptions of the characters' appearance: head to toe, hair, forehead, eyes, face, legs, clothes, tattered linen clothes, rotten straw hats, pants and sandals. The most important thing is to describe "sweat drops". Sweat drips with expectation and hardship, constantly rolling down from the hot forehead and face. Sweat dripped on the dying leaves, showing its glittering and translucent appearance. I feel as if I can't bear to leave my master, but before I have a short wait and stay, the sweat rolls down to the scorched earth and disappears without a trace. In addition, it can be added here that it is very difficult for farmers to describe the action of weeding, biting their lower lips, looking up at the sky, wiping sweat, staring at the distance, staring blankly, hunching over, standing up straight, fanning the wind and so on.

Lead to "who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard?" Sighing, complaining about the weather and complaining about food waste can all be written between the above action descriptions.

Outcome: I woke up from my dream, and my mother had ordered dinner. After dinner, you are still silently reciting the poem "mowing the grass and crops" in your heart.