Lu Zhi Shui Eight Immortals Travel Notes Composition! Composition! Composition!

Today, the school organized to help the farmer's uncle plan flowers, and the teacher took me to the fields to plan flowers. I am excited and can't wait to get on the bus. The bus started with a whoosh, driving very fast, like an arrow leaving the string! I thought all the way: where do peanuts grow? Does it grow on trees like apples? Or does it grow on the shelf like a loofah?

in a short time, we came to the field. When I look around, farmers are busy in the fields, but where do peanuts grow? The teacher saw it, touched my head and said with a smile, "silly child, the fruit of peanuts grows in the ground."

We began to plan the flowers. The teacher gave me a demonstration first, and I followed suit. Because my strength is too small, I have a hard time planing. But I still haven't given up, because I know that persistence is victory. I moved the root of a peanut, and then pulled it hard, and the peanut was pulled up. I shouted excitedly, "Look, I pulled it out!" I just planed, planed and pulled, and in a short time, I was already sweating and panting. At this time, I thought of an ancient poem, "Mow the grain at noon, and sweat drops down the soil ..." At this time, I really understood the hard work of the farmer's uncle.