Hope in the Ear Grain Composition 600 words for junior high school (for personal use)

Part 1: A 600-word essay on hope in the mangosteen for junior high school

Our current students may have only heard of this solar term, but the specific purpose of the mangosteen should not be known. Well, let me introduce it to you.

The awnzhong indicates the busiest season for the maturity and cultivation of wheat and other summer crops with awns. It is the ninth solar term of the 24 solar terms in the lunar calendar.

After the Ear Grain, our city entered the plum rain season in early summer, with abundant rainfall and a significant increase in temperature. Common weather disasters include tornadoes, hail, strong winds, heavy rain, drought, etc. In normal years, plum blossoms begin in mid-June in our city. The half-month period from Ear Grain to Summer Solstice is the busy climax of the "Three Summers" of sowing, transplanting, and seedling management of autumn-ripening crops, as well as entering into summer harvest, summer planting, and summer cultivation. The main agricultural tasks include: first, harvesting wheat, silkworm (pea) beans and other summer-ripened crops in the fields in a timely manner, so as to achieve a high yield and return the harvested grains to the warehouse.

The second is to apply corn fruit fertilizer heavily in the first and mid-term to prevent root lodging and control corn borers. The third is to spray pesticides in the middle rice seedling fields and transplant in the middle and late seasons; to control rice weevils in direct-seeded rice and thrown rice, and to control diseases and pests such as stem borer and leaf blast in early-planted fields. The fourth is to cultivate cotton, loosen soil and weed, manage the bud stage, prevent and control pests such as blind bugs, cotton aphids, and red spider mites, topdress with organic fertilizer to strive for more peaches, and renovate the drainage system of cotton fields to prevent rain and waterlogging. The fifth is to rush to plant summer soybeans, peanuts, and spring soybeans in the first and middle periods of the year and apply flower pod fertilizer.

Topdressing spring potato, cultivating and weeding, cultivating soil to replenish seedlings; cutting summer potato. Apply a good mint brake fertilizer. The sixth is to sow cowpeas, amaranth, Chinese cabbage and other vegetables; strengthen field management of eggplant, melons and legumes, prevent and control diseases and pests, harvest and market and save seeds. The seventh is to strengthen summer epidemic prevention of livestock and poultry, raise and manage adult fish, apply summer fertilizers to mulberry fields, overhaul river and sea embankment projects and drainage and irrigation machinery, and pay attention to flood and drought prevention and other work. Chapter 2: A 600-word essay on the hope in the awns for junior high school

The twenty-four solar terms songs, passed down from ancient times to the present, seem to be the masterpieces of nature and the simple talents of farmers. Plant in spring and harvest in autumn, day after day, year after year. These twenty-four solar terms carry the memories of many generations and protect the childhood of many people.

Eawn is an extremely wonderful solar term in summer. Farmers work most energetically at this time: cereals with awns need to be cultivated; seeds for other crops that need to be cultivated need to be prepared. There is a proverb that goes like this: "If you don't plant Ear seeds, it will be useless to plant them again." Ear fields are a busy solar term for farming, so people also call Ear fields "busy planting". This is the time when rice is planted in the south and wheat is harvested in the north.

When you were a child, you lived in the north. The bare feet took childish steps, swaying, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints in the field. Jump, and the soil will be blown away by the wind, blowing onto your face, leaving a kiss on the earth. Little ants are crawling around on your feet, itching, and you want to get rid of them, but they make your feet cramp.

The sun is about to set, the sky is covered with red clouds, and a few clouds are lightly embellished. Your parents are standing under the eaves, calling loudly for you to come home for dinner. You ran out of the field, your body was dirty, your clothes and pants were stained with the color of the earth, and the seeds of growth were planted in your heart. Sit at the dining table, pick up a spoon and take a big bite, eat the wheat harvested by your family at this time, and taste the fun of the country.

Gradually, you grow up and get admitted to the ideal university, but you need to stay away from your hometown and the land you love so much. Before leaving, I looked back and saw that the farmers in the distance were bending to harvest, their shoes were stained with mud, and their faces were full of smiles. The seed in your heart seems to have begun to sprout. You rush to the field and lie on the soil again, just like you did when you were a child, with soil all over your body. Your mother looks at you happily under the eaves, and your mind returns to the past.

When you were studying in college, your mother sent you pasta made from wheat harvested in Mangzhong from your hometown. Compared with the steamed buns in the cafeteria, these were more full of the taste of home.

In the following year, you will return to your hometown again, with a mature mind, let your thoughts fly, and let your childhood last forever.

The soil is still there to breed life, the ants continue to move houses there, the farmers are still there to harvest wheat, and your mother is still waiting for you to return home under the eaves. The awn is still the awn, and you are still you. The summer sun is scorching, but it can never block the shadow of a tree in your heart.

The Song of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms is a masterpiece of nature and the simple talent of farmers. Chapter 3: A 600-word essay on the hope in the awns for junior high school students

"Spring rain shocks the spring and clears the valley, and the summer is full of awns and the summer heat is connected." I recited the solar terms song and played the top with the rhythm. "You're carrying it very well. Today is the day of harvest." Grandpa said with a smile while sorting out the large and small bags of rapeseed.

The aunt who was helping grandma wash the dishes heard this and ran out of the kitchen. She shook her hands before she could dry them and said, "Dad, what are you going to plant again? Your blood pressure has been low these days. Gao, don't be too busy." Dad put down the phone and said, "Vegetables only cost a pound. It's not expensive to buy. Don't plant them. It costs more than this." My uncle advised me on the side: "It's rare. Come here, let's smoke and chat with you." Grandpa shook his head and said, "You know your own body, so it's okay to grow some vegetables. Besides, you don't need any medicine to eat them." Grandma said. I agreed: "Earns are busy farmers." I threw down the top in my hand: "Grandpa is right, I will go too, I will go too!" My mother smiled and said, "Then let's all go together."

Although grandpa refused repeatedly, we still followed him to the vegetable field. On the way, I met Grandma Li next door. She asked curiously: "Why are so many of you going?" Grandpa couldn't laugh or cry: "I just grow vegetables, and they have to follow me." Grandma Li smiled: "That's great. They are afraid that your old man will be dragged away by a wolf alone."

When we arrived at the vegetable garden, my father and uncle were busy tidying up the fence and tying up some loose parts with wires. My aunt saw weeds around the vegetable garden and asked me to pull them out together. This was not a small case. I bent down and grasped a weed tightly with both hands, "Pull out the radish, pull out the radish, hi yo" before the second "hi yo" was sung, it turned into "ouch". Because of the excessive force, I fell backwards and fell onto my back. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Grandpa laughed so hard that he wiped away tears: "Go home quickly, don't get tanned by the sun." "No, just be darker. I can be the 'Prince Dark Horse'." I climbed up from the ground. My aunt gave me a thumbs up.

I looked carefully into the garden. To the east were cucumbers. The green garcinia flowers were so attractive. There were a few small green cucumbers swinging among the leaves. I picked the biggest one and the thorns on the cucumber made my palms itch. To the west are amaranths, swaying happily in the wind. I like to eat it best. I wash it and stir-fry it in a pot. The rose-red vegetable juice is poured on the rice. I can eat two big bowls. In addition, cabbage, lettuce, and leeks are also full of energy and green.

Grandpa used a hoe to dig up the mud in a small open space in the middle and sprinkled rapeseed. I also wanted to try it, but my father said that I was inexperienced and the spread was uneven, so I could only watch helplessly. Grandpa told me that today we are planting cabbage. I clapped my hands enthusiastically: "That's my favorite!" Grandpa said with a smile: "I know you like to eat it, so grandpa planted it."

This is really a field of awns. It’s so fun to be busy farming! Chapter 4: A 600-word essay on hope in the field of awns for junior high school

"The field of awns" is the ninth solar term among the twenty-four solar terms. It is said that the season of awns is the busiest time of the year. There is a farmer's proverb: "The awns are planted, the awns are planted, and the crops are harvested and planted." At this time, crops with awns such as barley and wheat have matured, and they need to be busy harvesting; at the same time, summer crops such as millet must also be sown at this time, so "awnzhong" is also called "busy planting", which means "busy planting" ", so some people also say: "Earns grow, they are busy in everything." Of course, I am not very clear about these agricultural-related knowledge, I just follow what others say.

Speaking of the Ear Grain Festival, I am more familiar with a description in "A Dream of Red Mansions", so I will tell you a story in "A Dream of Red Mansions" that happened on the day of the Ear Grain Festival in a certain year. Bar.

That is the twenty-seventh chapter of "A Dream of Red Mansions" "The Yang Concubine plays with colorful butterflies in the Dicui Pavilion, and the flying swallows weep in the incense grave." In this chapter, the author wrote: "This The ancient custom is that on the day of the Grain Grain Festival, various gifts should be arranged to pay tribute to the God of Flowers, saying that once the Grain Grain Festival is over, it will be summer, all the flowers will be unloaded, and the God of Flowers will abdicate. It is necessary to go away. This custom has become more popular in the boudoir, so the girls in the Grand View Garden have gotten up early, either using petals and willow branches to make sedan horses, or using silk and brocade gauze to make banners. , are all tied with colorful threads. Every tree and every flower is tied with these things. The embroidered ribbons are fluttering in the garden, and the flowers are blooming. Moreover, these people are dressed up in a coquettish way. I can’t tell you all at once.”

On this morning, the girls and their wives were all dressed up, and the whole Grand View Garden was very lively. Sisters Baochai, Sanchun, Li Wan, and Sister Feng led the way. Sister Qiao, Xiangling and the maids were all playing in the garden, but Sister Lin was nowhere to be seen, so Sister Bao volunteered to go to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to look for her. Because she saw Baoyu going to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, she was afraid that she would also go to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Going in would arouse Daiyu's suspicion, so she "withdrew" and wanted to go back to find other sisters. As a result, she performed a scene of "Flying Butterflies" on the way, which is what is said in Huimu, "Yang Fei plays with colorful butterflies." Let's read what is written in the book first: "Suddenly I saw a pair of jade-colored butterflies in front of me, as big as a round fan. They fluttered up and down in the wind, which was very interesting. Baochai wanted to pounce on them and play, so she took out the fan from her sleeve and asked them. I saw the pair of butterflies rising and falling, coming and going through the flowers and willows, and followed Baochai, who was about to cross the river, to the dripping green pavilion in the pond, dripping with fragrance. "Chapter 5: Hope in the Grain of Ear, a 600-word composition for junior high school

Grain of Ear is the ninth solar term in the lunar calendar, and at this time the sun has just reached 75 degrees of ecliptic longitude. . In fact, the two words for awnzhong also have different connotations: the word "awn" for awnzhong refers to the harvest of awned plants such as wheat, and the word "zhong" for awnzhong refers to the season for sowing millet crops. The homophonic pronunciation of the word "awnzhong" indicates that all crops are being "busyly planted". Therefore, "Mang Zhong" is also called "Busy Zhong", and farmers also call it "Busy Zhong". The arrival of "awn seeds" heralds the beginning of farmers' busy field life.

Do you know? The solar term "awnzhong" represents "harvest" in our country, and the thing to harvest is none other than a kind of fruit - loquat. Because my hometown is Tangqi in Yuhang, which is known as the "cradle of loquats." My family has been growing loquats for almost 12 years. Therefore, every year's Ear Grain is the harvest season for loquats. I still remember the first loquat tree in our house when I was a child. This loquat tree was planted in the vegetable garden behind our house, and there was a wall next to it. I still don’t know why my grandma chose this place, but I know that the location is really good, and you can pick loquats while standing on the wall. The first time I ate loquats was on the day of Mangzhong. That day, my grandma took a few spherical objects slightly larger than table tennis balls and asked me if I wanted to eat them. I saw that these objects had yellow skin, but when I peeled away the skin, I couldn’t eat them. The yellowish-white fruit was exposed. Out of curiosity, I took a bite and found that it tasted delicious, sweet but not greasy, juicy and fine. So when I hurriedly took the second bite, I suddenly felt pain and found that my teeth had the core inside and couldn't get rid of it. So the grandma next to me saw it and smiled and helped me take the core out. It was a joke when I ate loquat for the first time.

One time I asked my mother why I was so short. Why was I shorter than a tree? My mother told me to get a pen and draw a line at the highest point that can touch the tree, and then compare it with the tree every day. So the first thing I did when I came home every day was to compare my height with the tree. Finally, I surpassed the tree when I was in the second grade of elementary school. Even though my childhood jokes were childish, the line on the tree has never disappeared.

I used to think of ways to climb up and play, or look at the grass dam in the distance from the tree, or look at the tall mountains in the distance from the tree. Now that I have grown up, I can I jumped up and saw the lawn and houses behind the tree. But I often lean on the tree. This big tree has witnessed my growth. I have grown up, but it is old. Its branches no longer sprout new buds and no longer grow with me. Its body is also covered with traces of various insects. Chapter 6: A 600-word essay on hope among the grass seeds for junior high school

This year’s weather is really abnormal. The summer is so hot that people can’t breathe, and the autumn is even more stingy. There is no refreshing autumn breeze. It's the beginning of winter, but the temperature still has no intention of going down at all. It can be said that "good rain knows the season." It should be on the day of the Beginning of Winter that this good rain brings refreshment.

On the last day of the monthly vacation, I wandered around the house as if I had lost my soul. I just felt that something was missing during the vacation without homework. I stood in front of the window and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window. On the street downstairs, there were occasionally a few bicycles passing through. The mountains in the distance are misty and vague, like a soaring dragon in the clouds. Looking at the sky, black clouds are pressing down in the sky, as if the sky is broken with a push. It looks like it's going to rain. I have liked rain since I was a child, because I always felt that it was God crying for people's injustices. But I really felt like I had nothing to do, so I lay on the window sill and waited for the rain of pure things to fall.

It is getting darker and darker outside, and the dark clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower. After a while, raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the windows, hitting the houses, and falling in the soil... In an instant, the entire ancient city became a world of rain. The light rain just now has turned into a series of rain curtains in the blink of an eye, reminding people of the scene in Su Shi's "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower", "Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white rain danced like beads." Entering the ship randomly." The rain fell to the ground and formed a small river on the soil beside the road. Sometimes it was mixed with some loess, forming a small Yellow River. Pedestrians on the road rushed home when they saw the heavy rain pouring down, while some stayed under the eaves to take shelter. The rain made the streets with few cars even more deserted.

After a while, the rain stopped. When I opened the window, a breeze blew through, mixed with the smell of earth. I couldn't help but greedily take a few more puffs.

It is true that "good rain knows the season"!