Autumn is another harvest season, and I came to my hometown. In the field, golden wheat is floating one after another, just like waves on the sea, full of twists and turns. The flaming buckwheat danced cheerfully and lightly in the breeze. Huge corn stands on the corn stalk, waiting for the farmer's uncle's harvest. On that day, I followed my parents and grandparents with my eyes open. As soon as I spoke, I was refreshed, my eyes were wide open, and there was a trace of excitement in my surprised expression. I thought: I have never done such a thing as breaking a bag of rice. This must be more interesting than catching a grasshopper and roasting its thigh to eat. I said playfully, "Yes, Mom, sir. Please give me half an hour, and I will definitely get half a piece of land! " Dad said, "You don't even know how to break up, so you are so confident?" "Hum, did you break a bag of rice? Difficult! " After that, I started my action. Strike three and five divisions break a corn. I peeled off its skin like an enemy and fell heavily on the ground. It only took fifteen seconds at most. According to this calculation, not to mention half a piece of land, even a piece of land is more than enough. I excitedly held up the peeled corn and cried, "Look, I peeled it. How's it going? The technology is not bad! " "Just when I was complacent, my mother said," You broke the ear of corn wrong. You should break it off and leave its skin on the corn stalk. " I turned around and said contemptuously to the corn, "I don't believe this, how difficult you little corn are." Say that finish, I began to work hard again. Maybe the corn is angry. When we broke up, I brought two coats. So, I watched how menstruation broke up, hoping to learn some skills. I saw that the aunt first took off the "coat" on the corn layer by layer, and then grabbed the corn cob with one hand and broke it hard, and the corn fell obediently. I also learned to do it several times, and slowly got the hang of it. A morning has passed, and although I just broke three handfuls of rice, my hand has already started to hurt. However, look at my father's rough hands. After dealing with farm work for many years, I seem to have forgotten what pain is. After returning home, I ate the ears of Huang Chengcheng corn, which seemed sweeter than the KFC fast food I usually ate, because there was not only the sweat of the farmer's uncle, but also my insignificant contribution. Through this morning's work, I understand that studying and farming are exactly the same. As long as you sow your goals first and then work hard, you will get rich results. I know I can feel great happiness at work!