On New Year's Day, my cousin and I came to my uncle's farm to play. At noon, the red land in Xianning was hot, and the adults had nothing to do and went to play cards. What about me and my cousin? There is nothing to do at all, so I have to go to the farm to see a litter of "piglets" that the sow has just laid. Looking at it, I suddenly thought of a lot of thatch here, and I had a brainwave, alas! We can mow the grass and have a bonfire party at night!
I asked my uncle for a sickle and took my cousin to the wild. I cut the grass and my cousin moved it. I cut and cut, hey! What a wonderful symphony this sickle and grass played! "Zhi-zhi. . . . . "How interesting! My cousin and I took the grass back to the farm, but we still felt that it was too little. We ran to the hillside and picked up a lot of chopped wood and small trees, and put these things in the yard.
After dinner, we held a "bonfire party" happily. We took a lot of corn cobs and lit piles of firewood with lighters. The blazing flame jumped up, and we quickly added firewood to the fire. My cousin and I put it in the fire, and we ran around the fire hand in hand, singing our own folk songs: "Hey! The farmer's corn is sweet and fragrant, alas! Sweet and fragrant! Sweet corn in your mouth, hey! Brittle collapse! Brittle collapse collapse! ..... "Listening to our folk songs, the farm has become a sea of joy everywhere.
This is my colorful winter vacation life!
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