That day, dad looked at the balcony (there was nothing on this balcony. ), I had an idea: "What if I build a small vegetable garden here?" So my father told the news to my mother and me. As a result, my mother didn't agree, and I agreed. "Two pairs of one! Objection is invalid! " My youngest son said to his mother. Mother had no choice but to say, "I just won't let * *." My father and I were stunned at that time: "Ah? Are you too lazy? " Mom smiled shyly when she heard this.
Do it. Just after dinner, my father took me to carry dirt. There is a community under construction nearby, where there is a lot of soil. ) When I got to the digging place, I ran to my car and took down a small bag. Dad also took out a big bag from the car. We began to fill the earth.
Soon, my father and I had bags full of dirt. We tied the rope carefully and put the dirt on the car.
When I got home, my father and I poured the dirt into the balcony. But this is only the bottom level. In this way, my father and I ran thirteen times and filled two-thirds of the balcony. Then, dad took out the seeds that had already been prepared and planted them.
I look at this vegetable garden and feel the sweat on my head. Imagining the harvest, I couldn't help laughing.
According to my father's vegetable garden, I am lying leisurely in my grandmother's vegetable garden. I saw green caterpillars, crickets playing music, cicadas singing and ants working hard.
The caterpillar in green clothes is eating Chinese cabbage leisurely and making a squeaking sound. Under the Chinese cabbage, the performer cricket is playing his violin attentively; The singer proudly showed his wonderful voice to everyone.
Ants who come here must stay for a while. Although they work hard, they can't resist the charm of this choir. They will be attracted by the ensemble of animals and will definitely make them linger. This concert hall is really lively! I think such a musical ensemble must be impossible for us humans to play and sing anyway.
When I walked out of the gate, I shook hands with the morning glow and touched my head. Early in the morning, so refreshing! I feel so refreshed in my heart! Unconsciously came to the garden.
Grandpa earthworm was my first friend to visit. Grandpa earthworm, how many years have you been working in wet soil? I don't know how many lives you have led to the light and made them thrive.
You were the happiest at that time. I wonder if you are tired? I don't think you will be tired, because this is your choice with no regrets.
You showed us an optimistic and unyielding soul. Hello, Brother Tomato! You are wearing a red cotton gown. Have you dressed up for my arrival? Hello, radish sister! Are you hiding in the land and inviting me to play hide-and-seek with you? Hello, Mrs Cabbage! Will you wear a green skirt and a white skirt to dinner? Then let's go Don't be late! Hello, Brother Frog! Stare at bright eyes and want to catch more pests? No, you've done a lot of meritorious service. How many pests have died in your stomach? What! Do you want to stick to it and break your own record? All right! I won't bother you, come on! Hello! Aunt cabbage! You're great. Cabbage brothers are thriving in your arms.
No matter the storm or the scorching sun, you never flinch. How selfless you are! Hey, brother ant! What are you up to? Oh? Is it going to rain? Thank you for reminding me, so hurry home! Hardly had I reached the shade when it began to rain. Hello, Sister Raindrop! How cute you are! Oh? You mean let me go home? No, it's okay.
It doesn't matter if I get caught in the rain. You'd better moisten Uncle Lu! He cracked his mouth. It stopped.
Several frogs croaked in the field, and a flock of returning geese swept through the clouds. I should go home, too.
I shook my hand gently, with a good mood and a good memory, and brought back a touch of sunset red. Today, I have been lying in the field, forgetting the world and myself in infinite silence.
My eyes followed the crawling bugs, and I made a strange trip. The space expanded before my eyes, and a piece of land became a vast wilderness.
A bug, a dung beetles who likes to push dung balls. It's in the middle of nowhere, pushing a dung ball, as if it didn't want to give up at all.
You see, although it stops and goes, it still pushes proudly. It didn't push far before it hit the pit, but it didn't give up and pushed up again.
Finally, he walked to the front of the house. My eyes are attracted by a group of diligent "workers"-ants.
They carried the food quickly, as if afraid that other insects would take away the delicious food from the sky. At this time, two neat teams of ants walked to both sides of the food and moved the whole food into the hole. Their antennae collided with each other as if cheering. After a while, the food went into the hole and the ants went to enjoy the food.
My eyes turned to a tree high above. There is a big net on the tree, and a spider is sitting on the net waiting for him.
Suddenly, a mosquito hit the internet and struggled to escape. But how can spiders let go of this delicious food? It spun silk quickly and wrapped the mosquito tightly.
Then you can have a full meal. I also saw many, many ... I lingered for an afternoon, until the sunset kissed the western hills, and the song of the red dove brought my heart back.
I found the happy world of bugs. How proud I am! Some people don't like insects at all, and even regard them as enemies.
But I don't think so. Because insects are alive, we can also be friends with them.
If humans don't harm insects, I believe they are willing to be friends with us! I like crickets, commonly known as crickets. According to the teacher, its alias is also called promoting weaving.
I like cricket, because it will eat some tiny bugs invisible to the naked eye, which saves the work of spraying pesticides on vegetable farmers. Cricket is very nice.
But this sound is not from the throat, but from the vibration of the wings. One day, I was walking in the park. Suddenly, I found a group of people looking at something there. I struggled into the crowd and saw two male crickets fighting. They sat in the back, shaking all over, demonstrating to each other, and then quickly jumped on each other and bit off their heads.
After a while, one finally couldn't hold on, defeated and fled, and the winner cried proudly. The winner of the second round also wanted to expand the results and chased after it without thinking. As a result, the other side kicked out "108,000 Li" and turned defeat into victory.
I saw a wonderful game this time.
My father's vegetable garden continues. Father took care of the vegetable garden as his own child.
Once, on a stormy night, my sleeping father heard the sound of falling rain, jumped out of bed, picked up a hoe and shovel and ran to the hillside. The rain hit his hair, clothes and trousers.
After a while, he was soaked to the skin. He forgot to wipe off the rain, so he covered the vegetable garden with waterproof plastic sheets. In the shed, he cleaned up the badly beaten vegetables first, then picked up loess from the mountain and covered it on the horrible rock. A quarter of an hour passed and my father couldn't help taking a nap. He immediately took a bite of pepper and sobered up ... In the morning, my father finally did almost everything.
Looking at the rising sun and clean vegetable garden in Ran Ran, Ran Ran, he smiled with relief. Now, this originally barren dead loess has become dark and shiny under the careful care of my father.
From a distance, my father's vegetable garden is like a jade inlaid on a desolate hillside. Whenever I eat delicious vegetables, I will think of my father's hardships.
I see: this thing was bought by my dad for years.
4. Composition Father's Garden [Composition Father's Garden] Father's Garden Zhao Hongchuan stepped on a potato field in Class One and Class Three and looked around at a bean sprout. He likes to smell the smell of soybeans, and he is optimistic that corn grows there. Father's garden.
This is the vegetable garden that my father worked hard for two years. Last year, my father reclaimed a small piece of wasteland in a small forest not far from home.
And here can really be regarded as "overgrown with trees and lush vegetation." Faced with this overgrown wasteland, I couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Dad, let's go home and don't want this land."
Father just shook his head and said nothing, then picked up a sickle and attacked the weeds. Looking at his firm eyes, I believe he has made a decision and I won't stop him. After returning home, his mother advised him many times, but he finally insisted on opening the land.
A month later, I can finally practice. But this reclaimed land is the beginning of my father's exhaustion.
So he started his farming plan again. Plant this today, plant that tomorrow, and rest every day at sunrise and sunset. In addition to working hours, only in the morning and afternoon, carrying a hoe back and forth every day. I can only help my father on weekends, but I have been rejected many times. It's really beyond my power
This is how my father faced the loess day after day, and the sweat almost flowed all over the earth. However, it seems that God is merciless, because this land is not planted all the year round, resulting in little harvest.
I feel very sad, but my father still looked at the land with firm eyes and said, "It will be better to plant this year and next year." When the spring blossoms this year, my father began to farm again, hard and tired.
One day, I sneaked to my father and saw him moving his wrist. I rushed up and grabbed the shovel and pick from my father. I tried a little before I realized that the soil was so hard, the shovel was so heavy and the origin was so difficult.
I sighed in my mind that my father dug up such a large piece of land shovel by shovel, which gave me a new understanding of the word fatigue. With the arrival of autumn, my father's vegetable garden finally ushered in a vibrant scene, which also attracted many vegetable thieves, who seemed to be playing QQ farm.
I was very angry when I stole a lot of food from home in the dark, until one day I finally broke out and went to my dad to argue, but he said to me unhurriedly, "Don't be afraid of children, let them steal." As long as we pay, we will get more than we lose. " I seem to understand something, but I don't seem to understand anything. I left vaguely, and when it was harvest time, there was a bumper harvest.
I seem to understand my father's words and finally see the smile on his face. I am very happy and excited. I wonder how much sweat this smile needs. I also saw a big deep wrinkle on his face. Suddenly I feel like my father's vegetable garden. He paid a lot of sweat for this land, and also paid more efforts for me.
5. Writing paragraph 100 My father's vegetable garden "My father's vegetable garden" tells the story of my father's first vegetable garden, which was lost because of road construction. However, my father did not give up the vegetable garden, but opened another vegetable garden on a sloping field. Unfortunately, a coming storm washed away the unfinished land, and my father insisted on picking it up step by step.
It can be seen that we must persist in everything. As long as we persist, there will always be success. My father's indomitable spirit in the article easily reminds me of the athletes in the sports meeting. In the 200-meter race, a young athlete unfortunately fell down, but he stood up stubbornly and limped on, finally reaching the finish line and winning applause from the audience. Here, we can also see the spirit of perseverance.
I was moved by my father's perseverance. We should learn from him.
6. Writing "Father's Garden" I want to tell your father the composition. On weekdays, we didn't say much, didn't express more love, and didn't always say "I love you" like other families.
Because my shame turned into my fear, because my shyness blocked all those wonderful opportunities, I talked to you, told you, and put in a good word for you. Qianshan is always in love.
Today I will talk about it in my composition. You are an implicit father, like a mountain.
When I want to eat more rice, I am not friendly. I said it beautifully, but I criticized my picky eater tactfully. Let me eat more. Gorky said: All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.
And I want to say: all the glory and pride in the world come not only from my mother, but also from my father. With gratitude and infinite love for you, I want to say to you: Dad, I love you.