Write an article about busy times in the countryside.

The countryside - for me, a child who grew up in the city, it is both strange and familiar. Because my grandpa and grandma live in the countryside not far from the city.

The weekend is here, and my dad decided to take me to my grandma’s house. I was very happy. The sun in late May was always sultry. I prepared drinks and food, put on a sun hat, got on my dad’s motorcycle, and drove along the road. The Jingjiang Embankment, which has countless twists and turns, is rushing all the way.

The trees on both sides of the embankment are green, the grass and flowers are in full bloom, the shepherd boys are grazing on the grass, and the two newlyweds are gracefully dancing. I took photos in the willow forest. Looking from a distance, it really looked like an oil painting inlaid on the green carpet, like a beautiful landscape.

We got off the car to rest for a while, and the scenery in front of us attracted me again. Eyeballs. A cuckoo is on the branch "cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo..." with its tail raised, wings spread, and singing happily. Countless small white butterflies fly among the wheat fields and grass, and then get into the wheat straw. , and then flew to the purple petals of Motherwort, some unnamed flowers were swaying under the scorching sun with bursts of breeze. I don’t know whether they are butterfly-loving flowers or flower-loving butterflies!

From the germination of seeds in early spring to the fiery summer harvest in May. Farmers are busy. Some are harvesting light yellow wheat straw, some are planting rice in paddy fields, some are using agricultural machinery to cultivate the land, and some are planting cotton. Seedlings... The countryside is full of scenes of farmers rushing to harvest and plant seeds.

It was already afternoon when we arrived at my grandma's house. By the lotus pond in front of the door, a group of naked children were playing in the water. , the lotus leaves all over the pond look like graceful girls, and like little green umbrellas hanging upside down.

Behind my grandma’s house, there are lush fruit trees, with peaches, persimmons, and plums hanging all over the branches, which I love. He also called me greedy. My grandma saw my "greedy cat" look and said, "When the fruit is ripe, I will keep it for you and eat it to your heart's content."

The next day, my father and I came to In the field, I saw the farmer's uncle pulling the donkey down, tying the rope holding the plowshare to the donkey's body, and letting him lead it. The plowshare was made of iron and looked very heavy. I tried it and used all my strength to pull it off. Lift it up. At first, my uncle gave me step-by-step instructions. He said: Just hold the plowshare tightly with both hands, and then lift the tip of the plowshare once, put it on another plow, and continue plowing. He said Then we started plowing. I did as he said, but the plow was pressed too hard and the ground was plowed too deep. The uncle looked at it and smiled and said, "That's wrong. You didn't use your strength to the right place. You plowed the ground too deeply." Just put the plowshare on the ground and use medium force." After hearing this, I turned the plowshare around, then placed it on the ground and used medium force. But when I walked to the middle of the field, a corn root appeared, and it suddenly placed the plowshare on the ground, removing all the soil. It was flattened. Seeing this, my father turned around and said, "Can't you do it? But do you know? How can crops grow on the land plowed like this?" After hearing what my father said, I was very embarrassed. I plowed strictly according to my father's requirements, and now I can plow. After plowing with my uncle for about two hours, it was finally finished. My father helped him tie the donkey, touched the big sweat beads on my head, and said, " My son has grown up and can work."

This time plowing the fields made me truly appreciate the hardship of labor, and I learned that I must pay attention to skills in everything I do and do it with heart. Achieve success.

Friend, if you are interested in my rural experience, I warmly invite you to visit my grandma’s house. You will definitely have new surprises and gains.

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The rich and colorful rural life always lingers in my mind. I picked a few "little flowers" of rural life and gave them to you, my dear friends.

Miss Qiu walked lightly. Her footsteps came quietly to the world. She walked through the sorghum field, and the sorghum ears in the field were heavy and bent the branches; she walked through the peanut field, and the peanut leaves turned yellow. In this harvest season, who can be unhappy!

On this day, my grandma, grandpa, mother and I came to the field to pull peanuts. Although I was small, I had a lot of strength. I came to a peanut, grabbed the peanut leaves with both hands and pulled it hard. I pulled it up, and with a "swish" sound, I pulled the peanut out of the ground. Although I got a lot of soil on my hands, this was my first achievement!

There was a peanut that was particularly difficult to pull out. I tried my best to pull it out, and with a "pop" sound, I grabbed the pulled out peanut with both hands and fell "on all fours." Suddenly, I was covered in mud and turned into a clay figure. The setting sun shone on the quiet river, and each of us held a big armful of peanuts. My mother and I looked at each other, with an indescribable joy in our hearts.

With a smile on our face, Walking on the path home, I sang a little song as I walked home, and picked off a sorghum ear. Grandpa saw it, and suddenly dark clouds came over his smiling face. He looked at me and said, "You city kids. You just don’t know how to cherish food. Even though it’s just a sorghum ear, it took more than half a year to grow it. How could you do this?..." The more my grandfather talked about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. It’s all my fault. , I silently condemned myself in my heart that I shouldn’t have picked off the sorghum ears. I talked about cherishing food every day, why did I just say it verbally? I quickly admitted my mistake to the outside world, and my grandpa forgave me. I understood that some things cannot just be What we say in words should be put into action.

The countryside records our laughter and rain, and our childhood.