A composition about busy summer times in rural areas

The countryside is both strange and familiar to me, a child who grew up in the city. Because my grandpa and grandma live in a rural area not far from the city.

The weekend is here, and my father decided to take me to my grandma’s house. I was very happy. The sun in late May is always sultry. I prepared drinks and food, put on a sun hat, got on my father’s motorcycle, and drove along the Jingjiang Embankment with its numerous twists and turns.

The trees on both sides of the river embankment are green, the grass and flowers are blooming, the shepherd boys are grazing on the grass, and the two newlyweds are taking pictures in the graceful willow forest. Looking from a distance, it really looks like an oil painting inlaid on a green carpet, like a beautiful landscape.

We got off the car and took a break, and the scenery in front of us caught my eye again. A cuckoo is on the branch, "cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo..." with its tail raised, wings spread, and singing happily. Countless small white butterflies are flying among the wheat fields and grass, sometimes getting into the wheat straw, sometimes flying to the purple petals of motherwort, some unnamed flowers, swaying with the breeze under the scorching sun. I don’t know if it’s the butterfly in love with the flower, or the flower in love with the butterfly!

From the germination of seeds in early spring to the fiery summer harvest in May. The farmers are busy greening, some are harvesting light yellow wheat straw, some are planting rice seedlings in paddy fields, some are using agricultural machinery to plow the land, and some are planting cotton seedlings... The rural wilderness is filled with labor scenes of farmers rushing to harvest and plant seeds.

It was already afternoon when we arrived at my grandma’s house. By the lotus pond in front of the door, a group of naked children were playing in the water. The lotus leaves in the pond looked like graceful girls and small green umbrellas hanging upside down.

Behind my grandma’s house, there are lush fruit trees, with peaches, persimmons, and plums hanging all over the branches. They both make me fond of them and make me greedy. Grandma saw my "greedy" look and said, "When the fruit is ripe, I will keep it for you and eat it to your heart's content."

The next day, my father and I came to the field and saw the farmer uncle Pull the donkey down, tie the rope holding the plowshare to the donkey, and let him lead it. The plowshare was made of iron and looked very heavy. I tried it and used all my strength to lift it. At the beginning, my uncle taught me step by step. He said: Just hold the plowshare tightly with both hands, and then lift the tip of the plowshare once, put it on another plow, and continue plowing. As he said that, we started plowing. I did as he said, but I pressed the plow too hard and the ground was plowed too deep. My uncle looked at it and smiled and said, "That's wrong. You didn't use your strength to the best of your ability." Just put the plowshare on the ground and use medium force." After hearing this, I turned the plowshare around, then put it on the ground and used medium force. But when I walked to the middle of the field, a corn root appeared. I immediately put the plowshare on the ground and wiped out the soil. All smoothed. Seeing this, my father turned around and said, "Can't you do it? But do you know? How can crops grow on the land plowed like this?" After hearing what my father said, I was very embarrassed and strictly followed his instructions. Asked to plow, now I know how to plow. After plowing with my uncle for about two hours, it was finally finished. Dad helped him tie up the donkey, touched the larger sweat beads on my head, and said, "My son has grown up and is able to work."

This time plowing made me truly appreciate the hardship of labor, and I learned that in everything I do, I need to pay attention to skills and do it with heart, in order to achieve success.

Friend, if you are interested in my rural experience, I warmly invite you to visit my grandma’s house. You will definitely have new surprises and gains.

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The rich and colorful rural life always lingers in my mind. I picked a few "little flowers" of rural life and gave them to you, my dear friends.

Miss Qiu came quietly to the world with light steps. She walked through the sorghum field, and the sorghum ears in the field were so heavy that they bent the branches; she walked through the peanut field, and the peanut leaves turned yellow. In this harvest season, who can not be happy!

On this day, grandma, grandpa, mother and I came to the field to pull peanuts. Although I am small, I have a lot of strength. I came to a peanut, grabbed the peanut leaf with both hands and pulled it up hard. With a "swish" sound, I pulled the peanut out of the ground. Although I got a lot of soil on my hands, this was my first achievement. ! There was also a peanut that was particularly difficult to pull out. I tried my best to suck it, and with a "pop" sound, I grabbed the pulled out peanut with both hands and fell "on all fours." Suddenly, I was covered in mud and turned into a clay figure. . The setting sun shone on the quiet river. Each of us held a big armful of peanuts. My mother and I looked at each other with an indescribable joy in our hearts.

Walking on the path home with a smile on his face. I walked home singing a little song and picked a sorghum ear. When grandpa saw it, dark clouds suddenly formed on his smiling face. He looked at me and said, "You city kids just don't know how to cherish food. Even though this is just a sorghum ear, it took more than half a year of hard work to grow it." Come out. How could you do this? ..." The more my grandfather spoke, the more uncomfortable I felt. It's all my fault. I silently condemned myself in my heart that I shouldn't have picked off the sorghum ears. We talk about cherishing food every day, why are we just saying it verbally? I quickly admitted my mistake to my grandfather, and my grandfather forgave me. I understand that some things cannot just be said in words, they should be put into action.

The countryside records our laughter and rain, and our childhood.