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Fan Qi Stephy's class. Chapter 7 contains 1746 words, totaling 13 196 words.

"If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn." This is a poem written by Li Shen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Growing up in the countryside, my teacher taught me this poem in primary school, but I didn't understand it thoroughly at that time. I simply think that as long as we sow in spring, there will be a good harvest in autumn. It was a little thing I experienced that made me understand the real meaning.

About the fifth grade of my primary school, when I was herding cattle in the mountains during the autumn harvest, I saw a seemingly "dog tail grass" ear left in a piece of dry soil near the production team. It was golden and covered with small golden fruits, which was particularly beautiful, but I didn't know what it was. Out of curiosity, I picked it up and took it home. I picked all the fruits, put them on plates, dried them on the balcony upstairs and collected them.

Later, I learned from the classmates of the neighboring team that the ear that looks like "dog tail grass" is millet, which is what we usually call millet now, and it is a coarse grain. At that time, there were few races of millet, and no one would eat it. They all use millet as feed for poultry, pigs and cattle.

I also heard that corn looks good. On a sunny Sunday in the second spring, I arranged a "private plot" in front of my house near the pond, which was less than 1 square meter, and dug some fertile pond mud from the pond and laid it on it. Then I spread the carefully collected small bags of golden grains evenly in the soil, covered it with a thin layer of fire soil ash, and surrounded the soil with small bamboo branches to avoid being destroyed by poultry.

After a rainy day, the temperature rose, millet seeds germinated, slowly climbed out of the ground, and gradually green seedlings grew everywhere. Since then, the first thing I do when I get up every morning is to see how much the millet seedlings have grown, and even use a triangle to measure the height of the seedlings. As long as it is sunny for several days in a row, I will water the seedlings for fear that they will dry up when they are thirsty.

Because of the small area and too many seeds, the whole field is covered with hundreds of dense, thin and tender millet seedlings. Under the advice and guidance of my uncle, I tore off most of the seedlings, and finally left more than 100 strong seedlings.

In order to make Xiaomi grow better and faster, I also secretly took some feces from the toilet and watered it several times when my mother was not at home. Because the soil is fertile and the water is abundant, the millet seedlings grow very fast and strong, which soon exceeds the height of the small bamboo branches I used to enclose the seedlings.

Later, the tender millet seedlings were attacked by pests, and the young leaves of many seedlings were eaten up by unknown pests overnight. I spent a lot of time searching tree by tree, catching pests and destroying them all. In order to prevent pests from invading again, one day I saw my uncle spraying some pesticides on my millet while killing insects in the rice field. Since then, no pests have invaded.

When millet seedlings grow to about 6 or 70 cm high, they start heading. Because chickens are raised at home, ducks often wander in the pond. I'm afraid they will hurt my millet, and I'm afraid that children who are not sensible will steal it. I reinforced the fence and surrounded it with thin bamboo branches, which are half my waist high.

Shortly after the late rice was inserted into the field, my ears of grain bowed their heads and turned golden. At the reminder of my uncle, I cut the mature ears of corn one by one with scissors after school one day, put them on bamboo plates and put them upstairs to dry, and then took all the corn out. My mother curiously weighed it with a scale, 1 kg, which is countless times that of the original seeds. I am particularly happy and cherish the fruits of my labor.

But later, the neighbors of the same production team saw that the corn I planted was growing well, with thick stems and long ears and full fruits, and they all asked me for corn seeds. I was a little reluctant at first, but then I remembered that it was useless to leave so much. Let everyone plant corn next year. So I gave all the harvested millet to every family except myself.

In the spring of the following year, the open space in front of and behind each house and even the roadside are covered with rice seedlings. Under the gentle spring breeze, the rice seedlings are green and undulating like green waves, which is a vibrant scene. In the autumn harvest season, the ears of grain turn golden yellow, filled with a scene of bumper harvest, which may be no less than rape blossoms, and still appears in my mind from time to time.

One day, the agricultural technicians of the district office went to the countryside and saw the corn planted around our production team. They also specially invited the photographer in the town photo studio to take some photos in front of our production team's house, saying it was for exhibition, but it was useless. I know nothing about the exhibition. But before leaving, the agronomist told the captain of the production team that due to the particularity of millet, the same plot could not be planted continuously, otherwise it would have a great impact on the soil structure and be unfavorable to the future crop growth.

Nobody grows corn anymore. But because some corn fell to the ground during the harvest last year, many corn seedlings still grew on the ground the next year, which was still so lovely, but not as spectacular as the previous year.

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. To my surprise, a small ear of millet has such a strong reproductive ability. Two years later, it will become a small sea of millet and a striking and beautiful scenery, which will also attract the attention of the agricultural technicians in the district office.

Now that I think about it, everything is the same. As long as you work hard and sow the seeds of hope, there will always be unexpected gains. The more you give, the more you gain.