In the day-to-day study, work or life, we all often see the figure of essay, right? Essay is a speech activity in which people express their feelings in written form. How to write a good essay? The following is my compilation of 10 essays on harvest topics, welcome to share.
Essay on Harvest Topics Part 1Our farmers work hard to get the fruits, they are very hard, so I propose let's have a harvest festival.
This festival lasts for four days, during which boys can wear dark yellow clothes to represent hard work, and girls can wear golden-colored clothes to represent a good harvest. They can get together in the morning to play with ears of wheat or sunflowers in their hands, and if you want to do some work, then we have already thought of it for you, you can go to the field to prepare grains and cereals or collect sunflower seeds, which is meaningful and also lets you experience the fun of life in the field!
In the evening, the children light up four bonfires and sing and dance around the fire, and also play erhu and pipa, and the adults can use the grains and cereals collected in the morning to make soup and cook, which is a lot of fun!
On the fourth day, we should make up a harvest song together to send off the harvest festival. The earth everywhere presents a harvest scene.
Look, in the golden yellow rice paddies, farmers uncle smile eyes are gone, yellow rice, grain full, pieces of soybeans shaking the pods, issued by the clattering sound of laughter, upright sorghum raise the black through the black and red face, like in the joyful singing. Fruit letter is also not willing to lag behind, apples, each face red, round and big; persimmons wearing a big red robe, came, like a small lantern; orange is golden, big and round, as if the moon on August 15 ...
After lunch, the people with musical instruments came to the square to sing and dance, and not happy.
If I could set up a harvest festival, I would set it on September 16th, hoping to see farmers happy on this day, forgetting the labor before the harvest and celebrating the harvest festival.
What is the festival that you most wish to establish in your heart? I ah, there are many wishes, there are polite festival, sports festival, fruit and vegetable festival, harvest festival and so on. All of these festivals are the festivals I set up. However, my favorite is the Harvest Festival, I set the date of this festival in the middle of October.
In the golden fall, no matter where you go in the field, you can see the ripe rice ears are heavy, bending the rice and straightening it. When you come to the orchard, you will see the lush trees are full of big and small fruits. Some fruits like to show off their own, long in the most conspicuous place; while some fruits prefer to shy a little, with branches and leaves to cover themselves, afraid of being seen by others; there are some fruits smile not close to the mouth.
How wonderful is the harvest festival, I like the harvest festival, because the harvest festival is full of festive days, bring people a joyful mood!
Essay on Harvest Topics Part 4On the way to the farm, there was laughter and laughter, and in the blink of an eye, we reached the destination`s land.
From a distance, the land was covered with harvested rice stalks, and some unharvested, shaking their heads in the wind. "Rumble, rumble ......" a deafening sound is getting louder and louder. We turned our heads and it turned out to be a harvester. Everyone was immediately attracted to this behemoth: it was as big as a goal, several ivory-like steel plates sticking out from the front, the tail constantly emerging from the treated rice stalks. "The cameras of my classmates flashed incessantly. I carefully observed the whole process of harvesting: rice was first rolled into the gap between the "tusks", and soon the rice poles poured down from the rear of the car, like a green waterfall, while the ears of rice were poured into the sacks from another exit. I couldn't help but marvel at this amazing scene.
Continuing on, suddenly, someone yelled out; "Look! A scarecrow!" We followed the direction he pointed to look, really, the ridge stood three or five scarecrows. Immediately, everyone got excited and ran to the paddy field to tie up the scarecrows. I, too, grabbed a handful of straw, shaking, tied a straw in the center, finished! A fork to the ground, and really like a thin little girl. Others, their scarecrows are like a drunken drunkard, east to west; some like a strong and courageous Rex, steady; there are like a pavilion of little girls ...... different forms, strange.
Finally, we came to the radish's li. The land is layered, green radish leaves, open the leaves, there are some radish can not wait to see this wonderful world, so out of the head; and some want to grow under the embrace of the mother earth, drilling in the ground refused to come out.
After this trip to the field, not only let me enrich my knowledge, but also let me understand the crops, really two birds with one stone!
Harvest topic of the essay Part 5Harvest season, the summer brother took advantage of the autumn sister did not come, waved the magic pen, red, orange, yellow three colors into one, you see the scene is not these three bright colors? May, the golden corn is ripe, people are busy harvesting, counting and carrying corn, corn pile by pile, looking dazzling, that lively scene let people forget, people's cheers, laughter echoed in the air. You see, Uncle Wang stood on the eaves of the house, and there was a pile of golden corn on the roof. From time to time, Uncle Wang held some corn in his arms, chattering: "This year's corn harvest is really good! Our hard work doesn't seem to have been in vain." The aunt under the roof, who must be Uncle Wang's wife, put all the corn that Uncle Wang had thrown down in a neat pile that looked like a mountain of gold. You see, Granny Zhang and Granny Li are carefully counting the corn; they are not disturbed by anything, and they completely fulfill the word careful. The five chicks next to them were eating the corn with great relish, as if saying, "This year's corn is really sweet! You see, on the pile of corn, there is a lively and lovely little girl, she is carrying a heavy bag full of corn, although she is sweating profusely, but she is still smiling, because she knows that it should be bitter before it is sweet, and now it is just short of carrying the corn back home, why should she give up? Wouldn't it be a lost cause to give up? So she relies on this faith to carry this heavy bag, and there are two cute little birds in the sky, as if they have been calling for her, "Go for it!" Harvest season is so beautiful, that colorful scenery reflected in people's hearts, more hanging in people's faces. As long as there is a pay, there is a harvest, this sentence is firmly engraved in my heart
Harvest topic of the essay Part 6Autumn fields Stepping into the fall, into the field.
A light fragrance comes to your face, and the sky is very clear and the air is very refreshing. Autumn is like a little poem, sprinkled in your chest. All sorts of birds overflowed the field, larks, crows, sparrows, you do not let me, I do not let you, show off its crisp throat, singing a melodious music. Autumn wind brushes by, the softness of the autumn, and the mother's hand is also comparable. It caresses the plump melons, just like Mother Nature caresses the baby. Those plump melons, as if the balloon, a touch on the break, is how tender. When we put everything down and look down on the fields in the fall, the golden color illuminates your eyes in a flash.
Who is it that makes the fields in the fall come alive? It's the insects, and the busy farmers who smile every now and then. And the childlike clouds. Huh? Why did the ants go home? Why are the birds gone? The fish so frantic they look like they're jumping out of the water, and the puppies barking in panic? It was as if time had stopped and everything was frozen in our minds. All of a sudden the clouds were dark and the farmers were hurrying home. In an instant, the rain poured down. How refreshing and joyful it was. The raindrops were like talking about nature's magic fingers, falling on leaves, stones and dirt roads, all with different sounds, like a concert. The raindrops fall on small stones, which explode and fly a few meters away. What an exciting time it was! The homes, the houses, are like a mist, the leaves are greener, the sky is whiter, and the fields now seem like ink paintings, the embodiment of loveliness!
The rain stopped, the sun came out, there is still rain on the fruits, there are still dewdrops on the leaves, and the roads are muddy, but this is the purest aspect of the fall ah. The rain has made this treasure even more beautiful. There is the long-lost sound of the wind blowing the leaves. The cicadas wither away after the first rain of fall, which is the place where cicadas wait until fall after 18 years. When the fall is going to end, the autumn wind of you send me a gentle kiss goodbye, tell me to see you again next year, but this is just a promise that has not been honored.
Just see the fields are gone, the vitality is gone, the past peace into a cacophony, the past bird calls into the coaxing sound of the truck.
In the field, I saw a lot of harvest fruits and crops, among which there were rice, sunflowers and corn and soybeans. The sunflower is about 2 meters high and has peach-shaped, large, capitulum leaves. The sunflower baby loves the sunshine and always looks at the sunshine with a kind of worshipful eyes, which is really interesting! Sunflowers bear a lot of seeds, you can continue to sow next year, you can also fry and eat, very delicious. Corn also grows very tall, it has long whiskers and many golden kernels on the cob. The corn stands in neat rows and is lovely.
My mom and I took them back to our home, looking at a yard of yellow crops, I thought the fields were harvested, we were harvested, and everyone's harvest was not small!
Harvest topic of the essay Part 8An autumn wind blew, seemed to penetrate my body and brought the breath of autumn. On this day, my mom decided to take me to the countryside to feel the joy of the harvest.
Along the way we talked, laughed, ate and drank, and in a short while, we reached our destination. I was about to run out of the car, a maple leaf fell on my feet, I thought: the autumn is getting thicker ah!
We walked into the fruitful orchard, only to see that the apple tree apples are all ripe, red and very attractive, I picked two big red apples, divided into a mom, divided into one for himself. As we ate, we walked into the vegetable garden, the red-colored tomatoes beckoned to us from afar; the purple and black shiny eggplant, always tempting us. Walking out of the garden, we were greeted by the smiling faces of the farmers who returned home full of joy.
The joy of the harvest can only be found if you try it yourself; the joy of the harvest is only possessed by the fall!
I love autumn because it is the season of harvest and full of joy. Look at the endless rice fields, the rice is ripe and golden, like paving a field of gold. When an autumn wind blows, the rice dances in the wind and makes a rustling sound, as if saying: "Come and harvest! Come and harvest! Many farmers were already busy cutting the rice in the fields. Although their faces were covered with sweat, they were smiling from ear to ear. In a short time, a small mountain of gold was piled up behind them. Next to the paddy field is a wide lotus root field. The lotus leaves, which looked like green umbrellas in summer, have dried up and the field is cracked, so it's time to dig the lotus root. See people waving a shovel to shovel the soil, a thick and long lotus root exposed, people and then carefully pick up the lotus root, the mud washed clean, that section of the lotus root is like the children's white fat arm, bite, sweet and crispy, so that the more people eat the more want to eat. A carload of lotus root loaded on the car, transported to the big city to buy, people's faces happy flowers. The orchards are full of fruit. Red apples hang all over the branches, they hide under the green leaves, like a shy little girl with a hand to cover her beautiful face. The yellow pears are swinging on the tree. The red persimmons are like a red lantern. The strong fruit aroma attracted the birds, they chirped on the branches, as if singing a harvest hymn. I love autumn, and I love the hard-working people even more. Because the joy of the harvest is their sweat with hard work.
Autumn is here, and so is the harvest season. The whole field is filled with the fragrance of corn, ripe corn standing flush on the land, like soldiers in the army is training, corn on the red tassel fluttering in the wind, like a child with red silk, in the welcome to the people. The farmer uncle drove the tractor, came to the corn field, began to collect the labor of corn. The tractor ran in front, one by one, the baby corn from the mouth of the tractor, ran out happily, they are wearing a green coat, lying quietly on the tractor by the farmer uncle pulled to a vacant lot. The farmer uncle piled them up into a tall mountain of corn. In order to let each golden corn dry in the sun as soon as possible, the farmers peeled off their green coats, revealing their golden bodies, which were so beautiful! I really want to go up and take a bite and taste the sweetness of the corn. The farmer looked at the big corn in front of him and smiled from ear to ear. Although his face was sweating, his heart was very happy. After watching the process of harvesting corn, my father told me, "Farmers are tired of hard labor, but the harvest is so beautiful. From now on, you have to study hard, only to put in hard work, in order to have a fruitful harvest.