However, my understanding seems to be somewhat biased. As mentioned above, I think that when they walk into farms and farmland, they should feel the poverty and hardship of farmers: the living standard is low and the labor intensity is high. However, in their eyes, they are full of surprises: for thousands of years, cows representing backward productive forces have been sought after by them. Seeing a buffalo is like Yang Lijuan seeing Andy Lau, screaming, insisting on "physical contact" with it, touching its fur, pinching its horns, even trying to climb on the back of the cow regardless of the danger of being bullied by the cow, dreaming of becoming a shepherd boy playing a bamboo flute, which is so naive and romantic. Of course, I won't let them try their best-the reason is simple. In my family, they are guests and I am the Lord. Their personal safety depends on my hands. There can be no mistakes, and the responsibility is great. Top is one of them. In both cases, transplanting rice seedlings is extremely hard, and farmers are forced by life and demand their own rations. However, these two people regarded transplanting rice as an idyll and shouted, "Come on! Come on! " And advised me not to give up the countryside after graduation and let my mother continue to farm at home, saying that this life is interesting. I'm sorry, my poor mother is 55 years old. She has worked hard all her life, her face is 80 years old, and her actions are 90 years old. How could she be "devastated"? If I hadn't been tired of reading, I would have let her "abandon darkness for a bright future" How can you two boys who are "ignorant of the changes in the world" be happy here?
Alas, it is "sad" to treat suffering as a farmhouse music. Needless to say, lest you two have the privilege of reading my masterpiece and glaring at me, isn't this a sinner?
Postscript: the above words are purely a joke, not my true meaning. Students are naturally happy to work with me. How can they sneer? You two shouldn't take it amiss.
2. Transplanting composition Transplanting "Transplanting is busy, Miss Butler goes out to embroider the room".
When I was in primary school, every time I planted rice, the school would have a farm holiday, so that we could go home and help plant rice at home. A heavy rain flooded the rice fields at the foot of the mountain.
Hard-working farmers are driving buffaloes, dragging plowshares and walking back and forth in the fields. The farmer's cry was accompanied by the buffalo's breathing, and the rice field was flattened like a mirror.
The seedlings have been cultivated for a long time. They are green and fat. They bowed their heads and jumped out of the seedbed impatiently.
As soon as the "seedling gate" was opened, the village was empty, and all the men, women and children in the village were out. I also followed the rice transplanting team and acted as my mother's little assistant. When I was young, I did some small farm work and moved seedlings. When I was a little older, I rolled up my trouser leg sleeves and planted rice seedlings underground.
"Put the young crops in the wild fields and lower your head to see the water in the sky. Six clean squares are rice, and retrogression is originally forward. " Transplanting began, and the transplanting team tacitly lined up, bowed their heads, bowed their heads, regressed, regressed, regressed again ... put the seedlings between their fingers and plant them in the rice field to become a grain.
I only heard the sound of a chicken pecking rice. As the ripples dispersed, the seedlings were transplanted into the crops. I followed my mother, standing in the newly turned field, staring at her. I saw her twisting the seedling in her left hand, holding the seedling in her right hand, her thumb, forefinger and middle finger together, holding the root of the seedling and inserting it straight into the mud.
Under the guidance of my mother's hand in hand, I learned to look like my mother, dividing the seedlings with my left hand and transplanting them with my right hand. But Miao stopped listening to me as soon as she got into her own hands. Self-esteem drives me to pursue the quality of transplantation.
But in the end, the seedling team was abandoned and a person was surrounded in the middle of the paddy field. Looking up, I saw the grass planted by adults, just like soldiers waiting for inspection in front of Tiananmen Square, standing neatly and straight.
However, their own "masterpieces" are uneven, not in a straight line, and some are still floating on the water, like seven dragons in the water. When I clumsily "broke through" from the encirclement of seedlings, my waist seemed to hurt a little.
I asked my mother curiously, does my back hurt? Mom says her waist is not made of meat, so it doesn't hurt! The aunt on the side joked that how can a child have a waist? In front of the rice transplanter, I looked ashamed and bowed my head. Through the bent back of the transplanting team, I think of the cheerful sound of water, like bright and beautiful notes, jumping on the staff.
Occasionally, they will shout at each other's voices and sing from side to side ... whenever the morning light passes through the mist, I will walk on the ridge with my schoolbag on my back. In the sun, on the neat grass, small dew is shining on the green leaves and awns, much like platinum on a beautiful woman's ear. The white water world is covered with green clothes, and the breeze passes by and ripples. As night falls, frogs are everywhere, washing away the enthusiasm of summer.
Now the rice transplanter has been popularized for a long time, and mechanized farming has replaced the original rice transplanter. The smell of rice transplanters has always been in the fields.
3. I learned to transplant rice seedlings. Last year, my mother sent me to my grandfather's house in the country, where I learned to transplant rice seedlings.
When I first arrived in my hometown, my grandfather was afraid that I would be lonely, so he introduced me to some friends. Within a few days, I became familiar with them. One day, when we came to the field and saw the adults transplanting rice, I felt itchy and wanted to have a try.
I learned to look like an adult, lifted my pants and stepped into the field. The soft mud buried my knee at once. I was startled, but I soon stopped being afraid.
I picked up the green seedlings and divided them into mud. I felt a little sour after inserting it for a while, so I straightened up and wanted to appreciate my masterpiece.
I saw those seedlings crooked and ugly. I'm covered in mud, even my face.
The adults looked at me and the seedlings I planted and bent over with laughter. At that time, I really wanted to cry, but I silently read that men can't cry.
I think, isn't it just transplanting rice seedlings? I must insert it and show it to you. Then grandpa came over and gave me a model, which is something with a straight bottom and a curved top.
Grandpa told me that with this transplanting, the seedlings can be inserted straight. I tried it, and it was really delicious. I can insert it quickly and well this time.
Finally, grandpa told me not to insert it with a model, because I inserted it much better with the practice just now. Grandpa showed a satisfied smile on his face.
At this time, I can't help but think of the ancient poem I learned, "Who knows that every meal is hard?" Yes, only by personal experience can you know the hard-won food.
Although there is no beautiful scenery in my hometown, the busy figures of farmers' uncles have formed a unique and charming scenery. I remember one summer vacation, my parents and I went back to our hometown to play.
At that time, it was catching up with the "double grab", that is, the season of grabbing crops and seeds. It is also the busiest time for farmers' uncles. Grandpa often said in the "double robbing" season: "People are diligent and not lazy".
Although I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at that time, I know that in the season of "double robbing", more work is enough. When my parents were going to work in the paddy field, I volunteered, "I want to go, too."
Mom and dad hesitated and agreed. Just do it. I came to the rice field. I rolled up my trouser legs and went into the paddy field to start transplanting rice. At first, I planted them askew. I looked up and looked around and found that my parents were working hard and the seedlings were planted quickly and neatly. Compared with them, I am a world apart.
So I thought to myself: I won't stop until I learn well. In order to catch up with them, I specially consulted my grandmother, a "master rice transplanter", and she slowly summed up some secrets of rice transplanter: first, start quickly, second, start accurately, and third, be strong.
Back in the paddy field, I practiced according to the method my grandmother taught me. I picked up a handful of seedlings in my left hand and put my right hand into the paddy field. At first, I was a little clumsy, but gradually I worked harder and faster. Thanks to my diligent practice and grandma's secret recipe, my seedlings grow fast and neatly.
When I saw a seedling standing firmly in the water, my heart was filled with joy ... Although I didn't sow as fast and as well as my parents in the end, at least I learned to transplant rice seedlings and made great progress with my unremitting efforts. I love my hometown, and I love the unique and charming scenery of my hometown, because I have also become a member of this landscape.
4. The description of the transplanting scene is about 200 words. Now the real transplanting has just begun. The farmers, wearing straw hats, stood in the rice fields that just covered their calves. At the bottom of the paddy field is the soil that farmers turn over two or three times, and then store water and soak it into mud. When transplanting rice, the water depth of paddy field is about 10cm. The farmers picked up the small bundles of seedlings thrown into the rice fields, untied them, put them in their left hands and began to transplant rice seedlings. Everyone holds a seedling in his left hand and transplants it quickly in his right hand. At the same time, the thumb and middle finger of his left hand quickly "separated the seedlings" from a handful of seedlings (that is, separated a handful and then inserted his right hand into the rice field). Farmers retreat when transplanting rice, and the width they can insert is about one meter. Sometimes leeches are attached to the calf to suck blood. Brave people can take it off, turn it over with a straw, sun it for a while and die. It is said that grasshoppers have strong vitality. If you don't turn it over, cut it into sections. When it meets water, each segment can become a new grasshopper.
It is very happy, but sometimes it is also very painful, because every summer, there are very few years when the weather is really good, no matter whether it is drought or waterlogging, there are many times when we look at the grain we have, or watch it sprout in the fields.
5. Write a composition about transplanting rice for fun. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and I spent it at my grandmother's house.
Early in the morning, grandma took the delicious zongzi out of the kitchen and put the two zongzi and a salted egg on a plate. I ate them up quickly. Grandpa finished eating first and saw that it wasn't raining outside, so he said, "Next, let's pull out the seedlings."
Because I have never pulled out seedlings since I was a child, it is novel. Under the guidance of adults, I took off my shoes and set off with tools. Finally arrived at the destination, after grandpa's story, I realized that the seedlings in the water are ok, but they should be with their roots and cannot be pulled out.
It's really simple, but the water is too dirty. The first time I drank such dirty water, the water spider floating on the water was so big that it made people tremble. I slowly put my foot into the mud pond, "Ah, it's so cold".
I couldn't help crying, so I quickly drew my feet back. I slowly put my foot into the mud pond again.
It's slippery when you step on it, and you will slip if you are not careful. I pulled out one in a short time, and then tied them together with a straw rope like an adult. Because there were so many people, we soon "dried up" all the seedlings! The next task is transplanting rice seedlings.
We came to the next destination, adults competed with adults, and I competed with my brother. Grandpa told us: "in the process of transplanting rice seedlings, the cars should be arranged in a row, and the distance between each seedling should be one meter ... then let's start!" " "My brother and I are competing to plant saplings. I don't know why we will have a "mud fight" when we cut them in. Not to be outdone, we all became "clay figurines"! Enough fun, let's keep planting.
I saw my brother insert silently, thinking that he inserted much faster than me. Because he was so serious, I went to have a look, "Ha ha ha ..." It turned out that he made a big round face out of rice seedlings. After today's transplanting activities, I think food is easier to eat than to grow, because it needs careful cultivation by farmers' uncles, and we should cherish food.
Although this year's Dragon Boat Festival is not as exquisite as in previous years, I have gained a lot this year, which I think is very worthwhile.
6. Write an 800-word essay on transplanting rice seedlings. Childhood is a happy smiling face, a naughty word, a beautiful dream and a bright sky. Whenever the dead of night, flowers come with the wind, as if to take you back to that childhood that often haunts you.
You may be naughty in childhood and often make your parents angry, but everything you say and do at that time will become your permanent memory. Maybe you are not beautiful in 2008, maybe you have freckles on your face, but instead of feeling inferior, you will proudly say, "This is the oldest relic of mankind." You may be dignified and generous in your childhood, but when you are mature, you will sigh for your character: "Old-fashioned!" When you were a child, you were sometimes lovely and free-spirited, and your enthusiasm was like the sun; Sometimes pure and romantic, gentle as the moon; Sometimes worried, thoughtful, deep as the sea; Sometimes savage and unreasonable, especially better than wild horses. ...
It is true that the life in the flower season is colorful and makes people linger, but there is more childishness and less maturity in talking and laughing. You see, that lush tree outside the window, after a storm, some "tourists" drifted away, and day by day passed. Look again, the original carefree, lush tree has become a depressed, troubled, bare branch. Will its children? No, they won't! They are good children of the tree. When they see the bud of new life on the tree, they will feel that another spring has come, because their childhood was born in the autumn of the previous generation.
Goodbye, my childhood. If I am the only one left in the tree, I will resolutely choose to leave. Although my childhood was beautiful, it was short after all. I must face the reality bravely and challenge the new world!
Goodbye, my childhood, the hopeful boat of youth is about to set sail, taking me to open a new ocean!
7. Write an 800-word composition on the topic of transplanting rice seedlings. Childhood is a happy smiling face, a naughty word, a beautiful dream and a bright and clear sky. In the dead of night, flowers come with the wind, as if to take you back to that childhood that often haunts you. You may be naughty when you were a child and often make your parents angry, but everything you said and did at that time will become your permanent memory. Maybe you were not beautiful in 2008, and you may have freckles on your face. But instead of feeling inferior, you will proudly say, "This is the oldest relic of mankind." You may be dignified and generous in childhood, but when you are mature, you will sigh for your character: "old-fashioned!" " When you were a child, you were sometimes lovely and free-spirited, and your enthusiasm was like the sun; Sometimes pure and romantic, gentle as the moon; Sometimes worried, thoughtful, deep as the sea; Sometimes savage and unreasonable, worse than wild horses ... It is true that life in the flower season is colorful and makes people linger, but there is more childishness and less maturity in talking and laughing. You see, that lush tree outside the window, after a storm, some "tourists" drifted away, and day by day passed. Look again, the original carefree tree, green and dripping, has become a miserable worry. No, they won't! They are good children of Dashu. When they see the sprout of new life on the tree, they will feel the arrival of another spring, because their childhood was also born in the autumn of the previous generation. Goodbye, my childhood. If I am the only one left in the tree, I will resolutely choose to leave. Although my childhood was beautiful, it was short after all. I want to face the reality bravely and challenge the new world! Goodbye, my childhood, the hopeful boat of youth is about to sail, taking me to open a new ocean.
8. An essay of about 200 words on transplanting rice seedlings. Today, my mother and I went to my hometown to visit my grandmother because her hand bone was broken.
When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I went in to say hello to my grandparents. After we put the things down, the grandfather who was here just now disappeared. I asked my grandmother, "Where's Grandpa?" Grandma said, "Grandpa went to grow rice in the field." My mother and I had a rest, and my mother asked, "Do you want to plant rice in the field?" I said yes. After talking to grandma, my mother took me to the field. My mother taught me how to stir the seedlings when I got to the place where the seedlings were planted, but I always failed. My mother asked me to transport the allocated seedlings to another field. I transported them, but not much, so my grandfather said enough.
Although I didn't help much today, I was covered in mud like a clay figurine. Back to my grandmother's house, my mother gave me a hot bath.
I am really happy today, because I know how to transplant rice seedlings.
9. Composition transplantation with transplantation as the topic
When I returned to my hometown in the summer vacation, the "double robbing" at home had come to an end, leaving only a piece of rice field without transplanting. In order to let me, a city girl who seldom goes home, experience the taste of doing farm work, we carried out a family mobilization and went to transplant rice seedlings together.
When I came to the edge of the rice field, I was dumbfounded. I saw that the rice field was full of mud and muddy dirty water. Can seedlings survive in such a place? "Come down and work!" Look, I'm being stupid. My brother and sister who have jumped down shouted at me. Seeing them working so hard, I felt itchy, so I rolled up my trouser legs and jumped down like them. I won't know until I jump down. The mud in the field is almost knee deep. "Well, what do you mean? I really learned." But after a few steps, I got used to it. I learned to be an adult, holding a handful of seedlings in my hand, two or three at a time, grabbing some above the roots, bending down and carefully inserting the seedlings into the mud. Dad told me that seedlings should not be planted too densely or too thinly, otherwise it would affect the harvest. In order to keep up with the progress of adults, I bent down like a shrimp, moved a step in the mud, inserted a handful of seedlings, and soon I was so tired that my back ached.
"Ha ha, eels!" Planting and planting, dad grabbed an eel the size of a finger in his hand and shouted, "You can still catch eels in this mud pond, isn't it good?" Alas, I'm too tired to keep my back straight. He still has the right to catch eels. However, look at what the adults planted, horizontal or vertical. Look what I planted. It is spreading. It's almost a heaven and an underground. The strength of unity is enormous, and soon the seedlings were planted, and our family returned home in triumph.