Autumn Harvest Composition 1 Autumn wind blows, blowing yellow leaves, red orchards, blue skies and ripe crops.
Autumn is crisp, the clouds are clear and the sun is shining. I am walking on the path of the field, and the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside are competing to open. A gust of wind blew, and leaves fell from the trees one after another, like red butterflies and yellow birds flying in the air.
On the left side of the path is an orchard, full of harvest. Grape racks are covered with strings of grapes, red and purple, and purple is bright, much like strings of sparkling pearls. Apples are ripe, too. They look like red lanterns. People are busy picking apples, and from time to time there comes the girl's silvery laughter.
On the right side of the path is the field, and the golden and heavy ears of wheat frequently nod to us; Sorghum with full grains blushed; The bearded corn shows its "golden teeth"; Soybeans are even more attractive, and the pods are full, depending on whose belly is bigger and rounder.
You see, in the cornfield here, Uncle Li and his family are busy breaking corn. The golden corn is a foot long. Uncle Li's family are all smiling, and they can't put it down. Uncle Wang and Uncle Li say hello: "Lao Li, your corn is really good!" " "Yes, yes, it is estimated that the yield per mu is 1,000 kilograms, and this year is another bumper year." Uncle Li answered quickly. Grandpa Li, who was breaking corn, smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. Don't mention the joy in his heart.
Listen, the roar of the machine and the laughter of the farmer's uncle have merged into a harvest song, which is a beautiful note added by hardworking people to this harvest movement.
Autumn harvest composition 2 is mixed with mature autumn wind, and more is orange fragrance. Just these two days, ready to pick.
I have a bamboo basket in my hand, in the back, my brother is jumping, in the front. He took the lead in waving at me in the backyard. "Come on, there are big oranges ahead!" " "Hearing his words, I secretly happy, couldn't help to speed up the pace.
Probably too angry. Under the light, there is a big golden aperture, which is very eye-catching. Like an illusion, the orange leaves are so full of green, giving people a temptation to pick one.
The basket is at the foot, being picked.
They are all big, like fists. I took one in each hand and watched them happily roll into the basket one by one.
My brother picked a big one and peeled it, which is more fragrant. Take a bite, "mmm!" He fell into it, and his face was only satisfied.
It was evening, and the pink color reflected the clear lake water like red silk on the way to sunset. The scenery at this time makes people want to stay. I have to work harder in order to eat oranges in the future.
Bamboo baskets come back to the backyard in batches.
In the distance, children are playing under the tree, which does not mean that "children and grandchildren are not ready to farm and weave, but they are also learning to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees."
There are farmers bent down everywhere, and only tractors are "beeping ..."
The trees are getting empty, the wind is blowing and the oranges are scattered.
The red sun just fell on the edge of the roof, full of red.
Holding a bamboo basket in his hand. Still walking behind, but now I smile like a wild flower. Taste it. It's fragrant, sweet and autumn harvest.
Autumn Harvest Composition 3 Autumn is not as colorful as spring, nor as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter. Autumn is a beautiful, fruitful and colorful season.
Today, my mother and I came to the field and saw a large paddy field at a glance. Seen from a distance, it looks like a golden beach. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and the rice was bent by the wind, like handfuls of small sickles, as if waving to us. I couldn't help but touch it and pinch it. The rice felt hard and full, as if to say to me, "I am mature."
Walking through the rice fields, there is a sugarcane forest next to it. Sugarcane is not yet mature, and its long leaves are green, which looks like a large forest from a distance. I wanted to find out, so I went in. How did I get lost? I walked for a long time and finally got me out of this maze. These sugar cane are tall and straight, higher than the two of me combined. No wonder I can't find an exit when I walk in!
Walking out of the sugarcane forest and seeing a large vegetable field, my mother told me that these were contracted by others. The vegetable field is full of vegetables, and the first thing you see is a large piece of pepper. Pepper seedlings are short and green. I squatted down to have a look, wow! I discovered a shocking secret. There are many green peppers hidden under it, some are straight, some are curved, and some are like hooks. They are fifteen centimeters long. I can't help counting "one, two, three, six, seven, eight ..." There are more than a dozen peppers in a pepper seedling. I thought to myself, "There will be great gains this year." Loofah and beans are planted in front of the pepper vegetable field ... vines climb on the shelf, and beans hang on the branches one by one, which is beautiful.
At this time, someone has been harvesting rice in the nearby rice fields, and voices and laughter echoed in the fields, as if praising this beautiful and bumper harvest season-autumn.
Last Sunday, my father took my mother and me to visit my grandparents in the countryside. I ran home from my father's motorcycle before I got home. When I got home first, I couldn't find my grandma, so I asked my grandpa, "Grandpa, where did grandma go?" And "your grandmother went to cut rice in the field."
Grandpa said. So I ran to the field with a sharp sickle. As soon as I got to the field, I helped my grandmother cut rice. My grandmother said to me, "when cutting rice, you should flatten the sickle!" " "So I cut rice according to my grandmother's method, but a pile of rice has to be cut two or three times before it can be cut. I think it is better to try another method than to put the sickle flat. I cut the sickle at an angle of about 45 degrees to the ground, huh?
This time, not only the whole cluster of rice was cut off, but also the sickle was embedded in the soil. I think the ancients said: if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer. I think I pushed too hard. So I tried it again in my own way, and it was still the same. I'll ask my mother why. My mother said, "Grandma has a long sickle with a very long blade, which is suitable for flat cutting. You have an ordinary sickle, which is suitable for cutting diagonally.
Through this incident, I understand a truth: if you learn to do things in one way, when you encounter other things that can't be done in this way, you should change the way and don't walk into a dead end.
Autumn Harvest Composition 5 Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky gives off soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the songs of birds flying high.
On Saturday morning, I came to the rice fields in the country. At first glance, we are presented with a colorful picture scroll-red, yellow, green and white-oh! It's beautiful! Sorghum raised the burning torch; Kimmie bowed her head shyly and saluted people frequently; The beans in the pod regularly shake small bells, as if urging the owner to harvest quickly; Golden corn is like a golden stick, brushed down one by one; Soybeans wobbled like drunk and rustled in the wind.
I came to visit the small orchard on the other side of the mountain. I saw the bright red persimmon hanging high on the branch and said with a sweet smile, "Don't miss me when passing by!" " "Half green and half yellow oranges are chanting:" Amitabha! Turn around and turn me into gold, Amitabha! "This is superstition. Even with a golden appearance, what's the use without sweet fruit? Forget it! Oranges, learn from apples, and see how serious people are! The apple hangs quietly on the branch, motionless like a Taoist priest. Because of its attractive appearance, I couldn't help picking one and tasting it. Oh! It's really fragrant and crisp. Pomegranate was angry or too happy. Her mouth cracked and gave us an upside-down gold hook.
Walking into the Woods, although there are no fiery maple leaves, there are fragrant osmanthus flowers. The osmanthus here must bloom late, because the osmanthus in the school has withered, but it is in full bloom. Flowers are hidden in the green leaves, like stars, flashing extremely. It is really osmanthus that depresses the branches.
I like the gorgeous autumn colors. It paints a beautiful picture for the earth. It brings people the happiness of harvest.
Autumn Harvest Composition 6 "Autumn has been sad since ancient times, I say autumn is not as good as spring", as if the seeds of hope were sown in spring and grew silently until the maple leaves turned red and ginkgo leaves appeared ... Autumn came and the autumn harvest began!
The scenery in the orchard is really beautiful. Look at those big trees full of fruits. How can fruit farmers be unhappy? After the baptism of dew, the red apples are even more attractive, as if smiling at the hard-working fruit farmers. Look at the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng over there. From a distance, it is the lantern hanging at the door of the Chinese New Year! There is also a bunch of purple grapes with dewdrops to tell people its beauty. The dense sweat on the forehead of fruit farmers is a testimony of hard work.
Seeing the fruit sellers and the fruit collectors is even more lively and noisy. They bargained with the fruit merchant while asking about the price. The fruit farmers who have settled their accounts are counting money, and their faces are filled with happy smiles and full of joy of harvest. Anyway, it's very lively.
Under the influence of this atmosphere, I am not idle. I went to the field to cut corn. There are several white clouds floating in the sky, and the air is filled with the smell of harvest. The advantage of height makes it easier and harder for me to break it. Alas, I can't help it. My long legs are willful! After I came back, I was exhausted and collapsed in bed, but I was still tired and happy. My heart is full of pride, not just complacency.
Autumn harvest occurs every year, but in my opinion, this year's autumn harvest is the most unforgettable and fresh in my memory, perhaps because I participated! Look at the yellow, white or purple chrysanthemums in the corner. They are so charming and moving, as if they are conveying the news of autumn to nature.
The autumn harvest is unforgettable to me. I love its variety.
Autumn harvest composition 7 Autumn is a fruitful season, and it is also a busy season, because all the crops in the field are ripe and people begin to harvest in autumn again.
On these days every year, people in rural areas will invite agricultural workers with harvesters to harvest rice in the fields. My family is no exception this year. The harvester is not too big, but it is very powerful. Every autumn, such a "little giant" will come to harvest food for people. "Little Giant" used his powerful "giant hand" to pull rows of rice into his arms, and then the rolling roller swallowed the whole rice into his stomach. Then the rice stalks cut into sections came out from the back of the harvester and were cut neatly, but the rice was put into the big belly of the harvester and a field was harvested in a short time. Then the grain is unloaded from the harvester. I saw the harvester sticking out a tube from the back side, and when I pressed the switch, the golden rice flowed out. Looking at the golden rice, grandparents smiled on their faces, because their efforts enjoyed the fruits today, which is the joy of harvest.
After the grandparents collected the rice in the field, they pulled the rice to the concrete ground in front of their house to dry. Only by drying rice in the sun can it fetch a good price. I helped grandma carry a small bag of rice on the tricycle and walked home with her. I feel like a victorious soldier. When I got home, I helped take the rice to the front yard and spread it out, so that my hands were covered with blood bubbles and I almost cried. But I experienced the taste of labor in the autumn harvest, felt a sense of accomplishment, and my heart was warm.
"Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?" Food is really hard-won, so we should cherish it more in the future.
Autumn Harvest Composition 8 Today, I went to my grandmother's house with my mother, father and brother. I was very excited all the way, and the traffic jam kept on. It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that we arrived at our destination-grandma's house.
Let's go to the cornfield and tie the cornstalks together. When we got there, we began to divide our work. I tied corn stalks with my grandfather, grandmother and father, and my mother could only help look after my brother. Our main task is to put about 20 corn stalks together, and use a corn stalk that is neither coarse nor fine and has good toughness to tie up other corn stalks and take them home to make a fire. Now it's time for me to show my cards. I only picked up a corn stalk and stuck it with great strength. I thought it would be simple, but I couldn't tie it, so I had to ask my father for help. My father told me not to tie it. Let me pick out the corn stalks and let him prick them. We worked in full swing for more than an hour, thirsty and sweaty, and finally tied dozens of bundles of corn stalks. Suddenly, I heard my mother calling me. It turns out that my mother caught a little cricket. I touched the cricket's belly with my finger and felt the cricket's heartbeat. Dad asked me to continue working, so I had to reluctantly leave the lovely little cricket. When the sun sets, the trees in the distance are covered by the afterglow of the setting sun, which is very magnificent. We returned home happily with a full load.
How hard it is to work! Although we were sweating like a pig, we were elated at the sight of corn and bundles of corn stalks in Huang Cancan. Looking at my elderly grandparents, I suddenly thought of an ancient poem:
Minnong
When weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped on the ground.
Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,
Half of every grain is bitter.
We must cherish every grain of food. The farmer's uncle is very hard
Looking forward to a week, the rain finally stopped, the sky cleared up and the autumn was crisp. We can finally harvest peanuts! On Friday morning, we got on the bus and happily started this year's agricultural activities.
This is the second time we have harvested peanuts. Everyone has experience. The teacher said that we should have a competition to see which group has more collections. So, as soon as we got to the field, we divided the area, and everyone buried their heads and worked quickly. I chose an area with dense peanut seedlings, squatted down, grabbed peanut seedlings, and went out with a bang. Wow! The first one produced more than 20 peanuts, and all of them were full, and there were several triplets! The next few were not so lucky, only five or six at a time, and all of them were small and shriveled, looking stunted and listless. However, this did not discourage me. I continued to pull out one by one, and in a short time, this piece was pulled out by me. Everyone's harvest is good, and soon the peanuts in the field are almost the same, and then it's time to pick flowers. Compared with pulling peanuts, picking peanuts is very easy, but because everyone works long hours and is a little tired, they start to be distracted as soon as they relax. Some dig worms in the soil, some look for garlic in the soil, some chase and fight ... The fields are full of laughter. Looking around, the students playing in the fields under the blue sky, white clouds and golden sunshine are really a happy autumn fun picture scroll!
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." On the way home with heavy fruits, everyone was satisfied and still wanting more. Come back next year! Taking part in the activities of learning agriculture, we not only witnessed the fruitful results of autumn, but also personally participated in and experienced the joy of autumn harvest. Looking up at the flocks of birds flying over the blue sky in the vast fields, I realized the lofty sentiments of "cranes in the clear sky walk in clouds and poems in Bixiao".
Autumn harvest composition 10 Spring blossoms. I like it. In summer, the burning sun bakes the earth. I like it very much. In winter, snowflakes are flying in the air, just like a beautiful princess dancing peacock dance. I also like autumn very much, but I prefer colorful autumn.
In autumn, the orchard has a bumper harvest. I came to the field, where the rice politely said, "Hello, Miss Qiu!" " "Sorghum raised the burning torch. The farmer's uncle is busy cutting rice and carrying it home in a big bag.
I came to the orchard, and the fruit in the orchard was rich and fragrant. Oranges from Huang Chengcheng, persimmons are red, pineapples are sweet, pears are fragrant, strawberries are sour ... Oranges and persimmons compete for people to pick! Apple blushed with laughter and said to the farmer's uncle, "thank you."
I came to the garden again. There are flowers in the garden, which are beautiful, fragrant and charming, and chrysanthemums. There are cockscomb flowers. And osmanthus ... every flower is so beautiful and fragrant, I really want to pick one.
I also came to the forest, and the trees grew densely. The trees are covered. Autumn is coming, and pieces of red maple leaves are falling from the trees, just like a leaf fairy dancing peacock dance. How beautiful! Yellow ginkgo leaves are like duck feet. How interesting!
Autumn is a colorful season, a changeable season and a harvest season.
Autumn Harvest Composition 1 1 Walking in autumn, the sun in autumn is redder and more charming; Walking in autumn, the air in autumn is sweeter and better ... "Whenever I read such a poem, I seem to see a busy figure of a farmer's uncle in front of my eyes, so I want to set up a' harvest festival'.
Every harvest festival, the teacher takes us to the orchard to pick fruit. This year, we are going to pick hawthorn. As soon as I entered the orchard, a sour and sweet taste came to my face, refreshing. Hawthorn trees are covered with agate-like red fruits, which are full, even and ruddy, making people drool. The farmer's uncle gave everyone a small bucket and led us to pick hawthorn. Hawthorn grows on a tree, and the tree is not very tall. As soon as the teacher blew the whistle, we "little locusts" began to act. Tall students can stand on tiptoe to pick, short students can pick the fruit below, and middle-sized students can jump big enough, so everyone is busy. In a short time, red hawthorn filled our bucket. A greedy little boy picked a hawthorn and stuffed it into his mouth while no one was looking. "wow! Too sour! " He couldn't help shouting. The students couldn't help laughing when they saw his frowning face. The teacher lovingly stroked his head and asked everyone, "What other ways to eat washed hawthorn besides fruit?"
I thought for a moment and answered loudly, "dry it and soak it in water."
"You can cook it into hawthorn sauce and eat it in bread," a boy said and licked his lips.
Everyone scrambled to say, "Make hawthorn cake." "Make canned hawthorn." "Make it into candied haws to eat." ...
I like the Harvest Festival, because it makes me taste the joy of harvest, feel the hardships of farmers' uncles' labor and learn knowledge that is not available in books. I really hope that the Harvest Festival will come soon!
Autumn Harvest Composition 12 Autumn in October, autumn is crisp, and we have ushered in the "Eleventh Golden Week".
October is a harvest season, and all the fruits of farmers' hard work are enjoyed, without wasting the sweat left when sowing. My sister and I have an appointment to go to the countryside to experience the joy of autumn harvest!
We went upstairs early in the morning. We broke the corn for a while, and then went to harvest the corn stalks. I picked up the sickle, put the blade flat, pulled it back hard, and the corn stalk fell off. We have been collecting for a long time, and we are out of breath. Then we went home to rest, and we visited the old house. There is no water at home, so my father and I go to fetch water. After putting the water in the bucket, I don't think I can carry it? So I began to carry a heavy load. At first, I couldn't balance. I fell backwards. I tried for a while, and this time I balanced. But after a few steps, my shoulder began to hurt. If I carry water on a big slope, I will be exhausted. Finally, I had to carry water.
I had a delicious meal at noon. Everyone knows that it's not easy for farmers' uncles, so you can't leave leftovers and don't waste food. Through this incident, I understand a truth: "No pains, no gains". With hard-working farmers, we have the beautiful scenery of this autumn harvest.
Autumn harvest is a familiar word. Sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, farmers sow and harvest every year, and enjoy the fruits of their labor!
Autumn Harvest Composition 13 "Slow down on the road and pay more attention to your health when you go to town." The old woman helped carry the luggage to the tractor. She kept talking. A young couple repeatedly replied, "Yes, I see. Let's go. "After I got on the bus and sat down, I waved my hand at her, and the tractor was swept away with dust and thunder. The boy who was playing on the ridge saw his parents in the car from a distance, but the car left the village without waiting for him to get up and chase. He stood silently, and at an early age, he knew that he was going to work in the city. Most villages are like this.
He turned his head and stared at the ear of rice for a while, only to see that it was glittering all over. He couldn't help staring at it with fascination. His eyes were full of bright gold, but he was scattered by a slap on his head. "Are you crazy? Come and help. " He quickly took the sickle from his grandmother, snorted and cut it. Grandma gathered the dried rice together, tied it with straw stalks, and carried it back to the ground with a burden. The swaying figure flashed through his mind.
It all happened when I was a child. I don't know why I suddenly remembered it, and now it's autumn harvest season again. He had a sharp ear when he was young. He has heard the harvester for a long time, so he ran out to have a look. That's right. He ran back and shouted, "grandma, the harvester is coming!" " "My parents ran to recruit a teacher. He watched the car with long arms limp to the ground and began to show off. In a short time, there will be several light-colored marks in the rice field, much faster than a sickle, he thought. Then he stared at the car in the field and "scolded Fang Qiu", only to see the rice shining with golden light. He habitually shrank his neck, but the slap in his memory did not fall.
When he came to his senses, his eyes involuntarily searched for the "swaying figure"-he was settling accounts with the master, and he was desperately trying to erase some odds. The little figure, looking at only his shoulders, has an imposing manner at this time. My parents came into view again, my mother pulled the old man aside, and my father didn't wipe a fraction of the accounts. The old man couldn't help being annoyed: "I don't even want to make a few dollars cheaper." Being a neighbor for so many years is really a waste. I remembered that year ... "Realizing that I was about to start a long-winded nagging, my mother couldn't help but stop:" Ok, ok, just a few dollars. We'll go shopping later. What do you want to eat, mom? " "I just eat something. You can buy it if you want. Or buy some ... "
He walked to the entrance of the village alone. There is no gravel road, only a flat and open cement road. The old houses are basically gone, and they are all newly painted small buildings with dazzling white. I feel that the village in my memory quietly withdrew from the stage as early as time, and now it is completely different. He stopped in front of a billboard, which read "20xx will build a well-off society in an all-round way and win the battle against poverty". He smiled and went home again. It's time for dinner.
Autumn Harvest Composition 14 Today is Saturday, and it is also the day when I go to the mountains to play. It coincides with the rice harvest season. Early in the morning, my mother asked me to put on boots, saying it was convenient to watch rice harvest in the field.
At eight o'clock in the morning, my friends and I set off. We asked this and that curiously along the way. When we approached Xikou Reservoir, suddenly, we saw a golden window. I think this is where we are going. So I asked dad to stop the car. As soon as the car stopped, my partner and I got off at once, and there was a vibrant scene in front of us.
The ears of rice in Huang Chengcheng heavily covered the whole field. The ears of grain are swaying in the wind, and under the sunlight, they really look like a golden ocean. The rice waves fluctuate, making a swish sound, just like a beating note, as if pouring out the joy of harvest, greeting us!
My little friend and I can't restrain our inner curiosity and excitement. We rushed to the paddy field and walked into the ridge. The fragrant smell of rice and flowers wrapped us in an instant. The grasshopper, startled by us, bounced between the ears of rice and the heavy ears of grain, which made us laugh. What a timid grasshopper! Suddenly I feel a little pain in my soles. It turned out that the naughty wheat got into my boots and poked my foot with its pointed head, as if playing a trick on me!
Look at this bumper harvest of rice. Their full grains and strong roots contain the sweat of many farmers' uncles. Several harvesters are harvesting back and forth. The roar of the harvester seems to be singing the music of harvesting. Look! With a satisfied and excited smile, the farmer's uncle put the harvested rice into a bag, carried it on his shoulder and came to the ridge.
I had a delicious lunch that day and didn't waste any food. Maybe it's because the rice fields are so beautiful, or maybe it's because I understand that "every grain is hard."
Autumn harvest composition 15 spring ploughing, summer sowing, autumn harvest and winter storage are the four seasons for farmers.
On the second day of this trip, my mother, my second sister and I had a special autumn harvest-harvesting straw. This is the finishing touch of the autumn harvest. The corn is broken and the persimmon is picked, leaving the straw of this long corn.
After lunch and a short rest, we are ready to start. Looking for bottles to fill with water, bringing fruit snacks and so on, is like going out for a picnic. The road is long, the scenery is beautiful, the grass rises with the wind, and it is also a magnificent picture of late autumn in the mountains. After arriving at the destination, mother asked us to have a rest first. She bundled the straw first, and we were responsible for transporting it to the car. We have straw in the south of the ravine, but the car is in the north. Although it looks very close, it is actually a bit far: downhill, across the field, uphill. The slope to climb is a little steep, and it is even more difficult to carry a bundle of straw. The first time I was in a hurry to carry straw, I walked around. My mother saw the problem and said to me, "Don't worry, calm down." When I heard that, I seemed relieved and walked normally. When I went back to the field again to look for bundles of straw, my mother said, "Let's have a rest after moving. Let's have some fruit or something. " When we had a picnic in the wild, the sun had already set in the west.
On the way home, I thought it was a special autumn harvest. I have gained not only those lifesaving straws, but also spiritual enlightenment: many things look simple, but they are not easy to do; When you settle down to do something, you will find that time passes quickly.