Miss wheat's hometown composition 400 words

My hometown is Pucheng, Shaanxi Province, which is not a tourist attraction, nor a place of interest, but my hometown has endless wheat fields, but it is the most beautiful in my heart.

In spring, everything recovers, and green wheat seedlings can't wait to emerge from the embrace of Mother Earth. Looking from a distance, I saw a piece of water green, which blended with the deep blue sky, making people relaxed and happy. Occasionally, a few birds flew over, adding a lot of vitality to this beautiful field and forming a beautiful picture.

Summer is coming, the wheat is ripe, and the golden ears of wheat are shining in the sunshine. A gust of wind blew, and I saw waves of wheat waves coming and going, which was spectacular.

In autumn, the joy of harvest is everywhere. My children and I played hide-and-seek under the tall corn stalks. Laughter and shouts echoed in the wheat fields for a long time.

Winter is coming, heavy snow is falling, and the wheat field is covered with thick silver quilts, freezing for thousands of miles, and everywhere is white, which reminds people of a sentence: "This year, wheat covered with three quilts and slept with steamed bread next year."

This is the wheat field in my hometown! The most beautiful scenery in my heart.

This year's Dragon Boat Festival, I followed my grandparents back to my hometown to harvest wheat.

According to grandpa, the farmer's uncle has been busy since he was "full". They customized sickles, bought shovels and brooms, and picked up all kinds of farm tools.

During the harvest season, people go to work in the fields before dawn and don't go home until the sun goes down and the moon rises.

The cut wheat should be tied up first, then carried back with a pole, and the cow pulls the stone to grind it down. Even so, an acre of land can only receive 100 kilograms of grain.

Later, with the development of science and technology, there was a small human harvester and then a thresher, which saved a lot of manpower and material resources.

Now, it is still the wheat harvest season, and people don't need to do any preparatory work. Farmers' uncles rode electric cars or drove tricycles to enjoy the cool in the shade of fields, some drank beer and some tasted herbal tea, listened to the roar of harvesters, and watched the full ears of wheat instantly turn into golden grains, and then transported them home by car. This is really "sowing a seed and harvesting 10,000 tons of grain"! Although I just watched them harvest wheat in the field, such a scene made me really understand the meaning of "every grain is hard" and felt the joy of the farmer's uncle after the harvest.

I think: the society is developing, people are making progress, and the dream of rejuvenating agriculture through science and technology is being realized step by step. A new unmanned harvester will be built to better serve farmers' uncles!

The wheat field in June is the season of decisive battle between the college entrance examination and the senior high school entrance examination, and it is also the season of harvesting wheat in my hometown.

My hometown is a remote rural area, and villagers make a living by farming.

Wheat and rice are the main grains.

The villagers all say that wheat is the best and most convenient crop, because after sowing seeds in autumn, they wait for the next year's harvest without careful fertilization and weeding.

This year is a good year. Looking around, the fields are golden, the breeze is blowing, and waves of wheat waves come and go, which is particularly beautiful under the sunshine.

It was sunny, and the villagers bent down to cut wheat in the wheat field with straw hats and sickles.

Sister-in-law Liu straightened up and shouted at the lazy little Liu next to her. "You see, if you don't study hard, you can only be an old farmer." "What's the matter with farmers? They work with their own hands and don't steal or rob. " "You are so lazy, can you have a good harvest by farming?" "Hey, mom, don't worry, I will work hard." "You are a child, you will say, you see how good Tingting is, study hard and work at home.

"Small 2 Liu Chong his mama spit out the tongue, and then honestly cut wheat.

My brother and sister and I cut wheat in our own fields, and we all got a lot of suntans on busy days.

But we are very happy.

Tired, I ran to the ridge and stood for a while, looking at other people's wheat fields, and then at the sun and the blue sky.

After cutting a piece of land, it is necessary to load a car and take it to the field to thresh wheat.

When I was a child, there were no agricultural tractors at home, and they were all pulled by two-wheeled vehicles.

Every time my father's shoulder will leave a deep impression, which is tied with thick rope.

Later, when I bought an agricultural tractor, my father didn't have to be so tired.

Dad is so handsome when driving a tractor.

After pulling the wheat into the field, spread the wheat evenly in the field and prepare for the field.

Threshing is to press the wheat out with pebbles.

The villagers' fields are all together, and each field will be piled with tall wheat piles.

Night is coming. There are many little stars in the night sky, frogs, cicadas, tractors dragging stones back and forth, and dad singing. We sat next to the haystack and couldn't see dad clearly, only the fireworks flashing from his mouth. We were very happy.

Mother brought us cold water and dinner with a flashlight.

The cold well water tastes very comfortable.

Mom made leek boxes and shredded potatoes, which were delicious.

Mother said, son, you should study hard and don't have to suffer so much in the future.

Mom and dad, we will try our best to make you live a good life in the future.

...

On a summer night, standing at the end of the dormitory corridor, I saw the faint starlight in the sky and the road flowing through the end of the wheat field like a faint river through the jagged glass windows. The wheat is ripe and can be used for composition. A night wind swept a large wheat field and then drifted into the window. I smell the familiar smell of wheat. Through the wheat fragrance, I saw my distant childhood, the golden hot summer in my childhood, and the children were carrying tea and noodles during the day. Walking barefoot on a small dirt road covered with wheat straw is a little hot, so the feet are tightened and the pace is accelerated. I don't like eating at home, so I play in the field with adults, grab a handful of wheat straw and sit in the shade of a leafy paulownia tree in the field. Eating here smells better than sitting at home. Thinking that city people like picnics now, the family took food to the suburbs on weekends. The deliberately created atmosphere is far less real than that of farmers eating in the fields. Of course, one is to enjoy and the other is to be forced to be helpless. I like to watch in the wheat field at night, lying in the smooth and flat wheat field under the pressure of stones, and a group of children with little age difference are telling ghost stories, myths, folklore and strange things in the village. On such a night, flowers are scattered all over the sky, or nocturnal birds will fly by, and starlight will fall on its feathers and then drop into our eyes. The children are most excited about the rain after midnight, so they will take out the prepared poncho to cover the wheat, build a temporary shelter on the wheat pile, lie in it, and listen to the footsteps rustling when the world wind outside the poncho passes through the wheat pile. The sound of rain falling on the poncho is clear. In the storm, a group of children wore only one pair of trousers. I slept very quietly, as if the wind and rain outside the poncho didn't dare to wake the children, and the noise faded away, but from time to time, huge raindrops on paulownia fell on the poncho. When the wheat is ripe, huge machines run in the fields and harvest the wheat with memories. We drank iced coke, stood on the ground and told the master to put down the low cut, then sat under the paulownia tree and smoked a cigarette, so it was calm. When the harvester was full, I drove to pick up wheat and sold it directly to the buyer. Such a quick harvest made us forget that I couldn't cut into the middle of the ground for a long time waving a sickle in the hot sun. A few years later, I stood by the wheat field and told my children that I had been working in the field with a sickle all morning and spent a month working for the wheat. On a hot summer day, we sat on the floor and ate a five-cent popsicle. Will the children be surprised and feel incredible? Junior high school composition "Wheat is ripe". An era has passed, and we have entered a rapid era. People are free, but they have no time to dream. We have been pursuing happiness, but the more confused we feel. When the wheat is ripe, we can smell its fragrance. The wheat is turning yellow and the harvest is just around the corner. I can't help but think of the scene of harvesting wheat as a child. At dawn in the morning, my parents will wake up the three of us and go together. We followed closely, just like a running race, and we kept chasing each other. We never have any grievances or complaints in our hearts, because we can eat white steamed bread after harvesting wheat. I don't care if the wheat will prick our arms. My mother also warned us from time to time: as long as we study hard, we won't have to cut wheat or bask in the sun in the future. We will continue to study hard for this sentence, because we know what it is like to be exposed to the sun, and we know labor. Some people say that this is of course a sign of social development. But most children in modern rural areas are far away from labor and can't see the luxury of big cities. They can't see the cruelty of competition; They can't see the history of frugality. Their hearts are full of satisfaction. They seem to have lost the vitality of competition, which has to make people think deeply, and the wheat is ripe. I wonder if our parents are mature? Do you have a mature attitude, give your child proper exercise, put your child on the right track, and don't enter the misunderstanding of life. Otherwise, it will not only delay their lives, but also make society stagnate! The quickest and most reliable way to overcome fear and build self-confidence is to do what you are afraid of until you have a successful experience.

The wheat has been ripe for 400 words, which is another year. Suddenly, I smelled the ripe smell of wheat, and a kind of joy and emotion came to my mind.

All groups and families in each village are busy harvesting wheat and sowing seeds.

Thinking of the scene of cutting wheat when I was a child, I found that modern homework has been embodied in the fields, and it is difficult to see the scene of cutting wheat with a sickle.

In fact, the rolling sound of sickles and the roar of harvesters are the most beautiful music in the depths of the earth.

After going to work yesterday, I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time habitually. I found a missed call from my mother.

Because I had something to deal with, I didn't call my mother back until it was almost time for lunch.

After a while, my mother's voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Today is your birthday!" " "I leng for two seconds, and sure enough, according to the date of the Gregorian calendar, is.

Come to my senses, I heard my mother's question: "You won't forget this, will you?" I know my mother called me back to get together with them, but we all know that our work place is far from home, so we still smiled and didn't answer.

In order not to disappoint my mother, I immediately changed the subject and said, "Wheat has been cut everywhere these two days. I was born when the wheat was ripe.

"Mother smiled," yes ".

Mother always remembers her children's experiences clearly. When we ask her about her childhood, she can tell us everything.

She told me that I remember when I was a child, I was cutting wheat at my aunt's house, and I still used a sickle at that time.

Everyone rushed to the ground early in the morning, and the efficiency was still very high while it was cold.

At noon, we little guys became porters, instead of carrying wheat, we took lunch and water from home to the fields and ate them directly in the wheat fields. The sun is the most poisonous and spicy at this time.

We will be happy when the wheat is harvested. You can see there are many small holes in the field. When smoked with fire, many rabbits and voles will run out of their holes and scurry about in the fields. This process is really hard to forget.

Junior high school and senior high school go to school in the county, but this kind of fun is much less. My mother later told me that every summer vacation, I always clamored to go back to my hometown, but in the end I was nervous about my studies and had no idea. I lived a life of two points and one line every day, and then I was admitted to the university at some time.

When I was in college, my mother was not around, and no one was in charge, but I called to be caring and attentive from time to time. At that time, I always thought my mother was too wordy.

University life is rich and short. At some point, I graduated.

Now that the wheat is ripe, I work, but she is much older. She still calls or sends a message every two days. She wants her children to be with her all the time, but she doesn't want to.

Of course, I also hope that in the season of wheat maturity, harvest and joy will be together.

Composition: A composition of 400 to 500 words about wheat harvesting. This season, May, I like May in the lunar calendar.

Because wheat can be harvested in May.

The wheat is yellow, and I feel dizzy after watching it wave by wave.

But it makes people laugh until they sweat.

The sun in May is already very hot, not like a girl of seventeen or eighteen, but like a girl of thirty.

And this is not the true colors of act young.

That passion is really like a fire, but it won't burn the desert, but it may burn fat.

Who wants to say that it is difficult to lose weight? Bend down and try to cut wheat for three days.

I can't cut wheat, not when I was a child. Spend a lot of money (an inch of time and an inch of gold) at school when you grow up. Occasionally go home to work like a gentleman in the old society. I can't mention anything but help.

For example, bundling wheat and watching wheat fields.

Although I can't cut or beat wheat, I will eat wheat, really.

When wheat looks mature but immature, the grain is soft, but the core is not juice, but has gradually become full. At this time, pick a handful, pile a pile of boundless grass over the plain, light a wildfire, roast wheat ears on the fire, and turn them over while roasting. When the smell of wheat is overflowing, put a few handfuls in your hand and rub them back and forth before breathing. After the wheat bran flies, there are only delicious grains left in your hand.

Put a handful in your mouth, and that's enough. McDonald's and KFC are far worse than steamed dumplings when I was a child.

Of course, this steamed dumpling is not steamed dumpling (what the hell is steamed dumpling! )。

Straws can also be used for fun.

It's fun to knit a small ring on your hand and fold a grasshopper to fly.

Adults collect the best part of the wheat straw and dry it. When steaming steamed bread, they can put it on the grate, weave it into a fan to enjoy the cool, or make a long shutter to cover the haystack against the rain.

These are by-products of wheat harvest.

The real wheat harvest was once made by hand.

Grind the sickle, put on a hat, fly a knife in the field, and the wheat falls neatly on the ground.

I have always admired such high-tech operation.

Then someone bundled the wheat and put it in the field.

When a certain number of donkeys are brought, they are piled on both sides of the donkey's back, a rope is firmly tied to the eaves and walls, and the donkeys are escorted to the wheat field by a child or a woman. After pulling the rope and brushing it on the ground (thus, how to tie it is also an absolute technical job), the donkey relaxed.

You can't go home for dinner during the wheat harvest. Lunch should be sent to the ground, and pickles are good meals.

The wheat was dried in the sun for three or two days, and when it was almost dry, a large piece of it was put there. Take the donkey to the wheel, grind it round and round, and the wheat will fall to the ground obediently.

Then put away the wheat straw, and when the wind comes, lift the wheat grains with a shovel, and the wheat husk between the wheat grains will fly out, leaving only the wheat grains in Huang Chengcheng.

There are also artificial ones, which are pulled by throwing (lifting). In short, the wheat must be thrown down to complete the calculation.

Wheat grains will be dried in the sun for a few days, and at this time, someone will watch the game to prevent chickens, ducks and livestock from being ruined.

From time to time, it is necessary to turn over the field, that is, to walk around barefoot and drag out the winding valley to increase the light receiving area and improve efficiency.

Once it rains, it will delay the dehydration of wheat and even be covered with mildew spots, so it is necessary to race against time.

Watching the game is boring, but it is also casual. Think about it. Everyone else is cutting wheat in the sun. You lie in the shade with a novel, occasionally look up at the yard, or throw a stone to scare the greedy sparrow hen in front. What an honor.

The most difficult thing is to cut the wheat and lay the floor. Maimang will stab all over the body, which is hot, tired, itchy and painful. If it weren't for those lovely wheat grains, no one would suffer like this.

Much better now. There are harvesters and threshers, and most of the work has been replaced by machines, which is fast, high quality and convenient.

Wheat can be taken to the mill for a makeover, and steamed bread and steamed buns can be made at home. When jiaozi ate as much as he wanted, he remembered the phrase "Every grain is hard", and all the hard work in the past paid off.

And people in the city, as soon as they pass the money, get steamed bread. How do they know where wheat comes from and the difference between wheat seedlings and leeks?

My hometown is pucheng county, Shaanxi Province. It is not a tourist attraction, not to mention any places of interest, but there are endless wheat fields in my hometown, which is the most beautiful in my heart.

In spring, everything recovers, and green wheat seedlings can't wait to emerge from the embrace of Mother Earth. Looking from a distance, I saw a piece of water green, which blended with the deep blue sky, making people relaxed and happy. Occasionally, a few birds flew over, adding a lot of vitality to this beautiful field and forming a beautiful picture.

Summer is coming, the wheat is ripe, and the golden ears of wheat are shining in the sunshine. A gust of wind blew, and I saw waves of wheat waves coming and going, which was spectacular.

In autumn, the joy of harvest is everywhere. My children and I played hide-and-seek under the tall corn stalks.

Laughter and crying echoed in the wheat field for a long time ... winter came and it snowed heavily. The wheat field was covered with silver and thick quilts, and it was frozen for thousands of miles. People can't help but think of a proverb: "This year, wheat will be covered with three quilts, and next year, we will sleep with steamed bread."

"This is the wheat field in my hometown! The most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Wheat Composition in Hometown More than 450 Words Harvest Wheat Composition One morning, it was raining in Mao Mao, and my parents and I came to my grandmother's house.

Grandma's wheat is ripe! The whole wheat field is golden yellow without any impurities.

Wheat has long stems, about 50 cm high, and they are all marked with knots.

In the "home" where wheat grains are surrounded by wheat whiskers, it is safe and comfortable.

Although the whole piece is golden yellow, if you look closely, it is light yellow above, lemon yellow below, then golden yellow, and finally khaki. These colors are scattered and orderly, evenly distributed on every wheat.

There are thousands of wheat in Qian Qian on this land, and some are like old people, bent over by nutritious wheat grains; Some seem to be tall and straight young people, standing straight with long straw; Others, like short children, look very low among the wheat.

In short, every wheat has various shapes.

It's night, and the wheat looks serene and solemn in the moonlight.

Suddenly, noisy sounds and dazzling lights broke the silence of the night.

The wheat harvest has begun! With the loud noise of the wheat harvester, pieces of wheat were cut off, rolled into the wheat harvester, processed and fell into sacks, and then moved into the house by my father and grandfather.

Grandma, everyone in the village came to see the wheat cutting, and they didn't leave until the whole wheat was cut.

Finally, the wheat harvester was driven away and the night was quiet again, but the wheat field was a mess.

The wheat was harvested and we had a good harvest.

Therefore, no pains, no gains.

...

The composition about harvesting wheat in June Every year, the wheat field in June is the season of decisive battle between the college entrance examination and the senior high school entrance examination, and it is also the season of harvesting wheat in my hometown.

My hometown is a remote rural area, and villagers make a living by farming.

Wheat and rice are the main grains.

The villagers all say that wheat is the best and most convenient crop, because after sowing seeds in autumn, they wait for the next year's harvest without careful fertilization and weeding.

This year is a good year. Looking around, the fields are golden, the breeze is blowing, and waves of wheat waves come and go, which is particularly beautiful under the sunshine.

It was sunny, and the villagers bent down to cut wheat in the wheat field with straw hats and sickles.

Sister-in-law Liu straightened up and shouted at the lazy little Liu next to her. "You see, if you don't study hard, you can only be an old farmer." "What's the matter with farmers? They work with their own hands and don't steal or rob. " "You are so lazy, can you have a good harvest by farming?" "Hey, mom, don't worry, I will work hard." "You are a child, you will say, you see how good Tingting is, study hard and work at home.

"Small 2 Liu Chong his mama spit out the tongue, and then honestly cut wheat.

My brother and sister and I cut wheat in our own fields, and we all got a lot of suntans on busy days.

But we are very happy.

Tired, I ran to the ridge and stood for a while, looking at other people's wheat fields, and then at the sun and the blue sky.

After cutting a piece of land, it is necessary to load a car and take it to the field to thresh wheat.

When I was a child, there were no agricultural tractors at home, and they were all pulled by two-wheeled vehicles.

Every time my father's shoulder will leave a deep impression, which is tied with thick rope.

Later, when I bought an agricultural tractor, my father didn't have to be so tired.

Dad is so handsome when driving a tractor.

After pulling the wheat into the field, spread the wheat evenly in the field and prepare for the field.

Threshing is to press the wheat out with pebbles.

The villagers' fields are all together, and each field will be piled with tall wheat piles.

Night is coming. There are many little stars in the night sky, frogs, cicadas, tractors dragging stones back and forth, and dad singing. We sat next to the haystack and couldn't see dad clearly, only the fireworks flashing from his mouth. We were very happy.

Mother brought us cold water and dinner with a flashlight.

The cold well water tastes very comfortable.

Mom made leek boxes and shredded potatoes, which were delicious.

Mother said, son, you should study hard and don't have to suffer so much in the future.

Mom and dad, we will try our best to make you live a good life in the future.

...

On weekends, I went to the fields and enjoyed the beautiful scenery and composition. I saw the wheat first, how beautiful it is! The ears are full, and every grain is bought hard. Ears are golden. In this warm season, many trees are full of bright flowers. Everyone refused to make way. Red, yellow, white and purple flowers really look like a beautiful big flowerbed. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers, and they all fly around in mid-air to collect honey. In the Woods, many birds are flying freely and happily. When they are happy, they sing crisp and sweet songs. When the river blows in spring, it suddenly sounds sweet. They had a good time. The composition "Beautiful Fields" in the fourth grade of primary school. Ah, the fields are so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our heart. ....

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