Essay on vegetable planting

When it comes to growing vegetables, people can't help but think of the vegetable growing game that was once popular in computers, and I'm not talking about games here, but what I grew vegetables in a military camp. Perhaps people will wonder: soldiers should carry guns to fight and defend their country. What does this have to do with growing vegetables? You don't know, more than forty years ago, growing vegetables was part of my military life. Remember the first time I grew vegetables in the military camp.

In the early 1970s, the standard of military meals was not very high. (197 1 year, which is my second year as a soldier. At that time, the food standard was only 0.47 yuan per soldier per day. Although the price was not very high at that time, it was still difficult for everyone to eat well. The purser often complains about the difficulties of this family. In order to improve the actual problem that the officers and men of the army do not have enough to eat because of the shortage of funds, the leaders of the hospital decided to overcome this difficulty on their own. At that time, the "sideline" of raising pigs, grinding bean curd and growing vegetables in the camp became another beautiful landscape in the army at that time. I remember that we also kept some pigs by the small pond behind the boys' home in the camp. The aquatic plants in the pond were used as pig feed, and the soldiers also made their own grinding bean curd. The remaining bean curd dregs naturally became the "food" for pigs. Since then, the soldiers' food has been greatly improved. At that time, the "responsibility field" of our three schools was between the girls' dormitory and the big and small rooms. It is in these vegetable fields that we grow seasonal vegetables such as pumpkin, wax gourd, green beans, loofah, cowpea tomato, green eggplant and radish.

More than forty years have passed, and the scene of growing vegetables for the first time is still vivid. This teacher from the countryside is the first teacher we newly recruited to the farm. When he came to the vegetable field, he first ridged the vegetable field with a hoe, then scattered the seeds in the vegetable field one by one, and finally covered it with fine soil. The men picked clean water from the pond, and we followed the instructor to pour some water on the soil of each seed. The tutor told us that what is important after planting vegetables is how to take care of it, and watering and fertilization must be moderate, otherwise it will affect the growth of vegetables. "I think the instructor is really skilled at work, digging holes and burying soil ... I think it's no big deal to grow vegetables, it's very simple! But then one thing made me think that growing vegetables is also a kind of learning. Rural soldiers learned to grow vegetables in their hometown's farm work and gained rich experience, which we need to learn from those urban soldiers who have never done farm work.

Soon after the instructor planted this crop of vegetables, let us fertilize the vegetables and let us only pick half a bucket of fertilizer. We picked half a bucket of dung from the toilet and poured it directly on the vegetable seedlings. Just after pouring a row, I heard the comrades in the boys' room shout loudly: "Don't pour! If you water the vegetables like this again, you will drown them! " The comrades in the boys' room told us that before fertilization, clean water should be added to the manure bucket, and then fertilization can be carried out after mixing, and the fertilizer should be applied to the soil near the roots of vegetables, not directly poured on the leaves, which will also hurt vegetables! The comrades in the boys' room gave us a demonstration while talking. We seemed to be in trouble and were afraid that the instructors would criticize us. In order to make up for our mistakes, at noon, when there was no one in the vegetable field, I secretly wiped a clean face and went to the vegetable field to water the vegetables watered with feces in the morning. I naively thought that this would dilute the feces and the vegetables would not die. Who knows, it's just half poured, right in the young man's room. My comrade-in-arms passed by, grabbed my washbasin and said solemnly, "You can't water vegetables in the sun at noon! Otherwise, there will be water on the vegetable leaves, and the vegetable leaves will be burned to death as soon as they are dried. " I was shocked: it turns out that growing vegetables is not simple, it has so much knowledge!

In the evening, when I was studying politics at the institute, I secretly looked at the instructor's expression. The instructor is absorbed in reading the editorial of the People's Liberation Army Daily. Other comrades who "make trouble" with me look at me, and I look at you, making expressions that only we can understand, and the atmosphere dares not make a sound. In this way, my comrades and I spent the night in fear. At dawn the next morning, I secretly went to the vegetable field to see if the vegetables were dead. After a few days of anxiety, I finally saw that some of the dishes we poured with feces survived, and my heart was finally put down.

This vegetable field in the camp has been accompanied by my military life, and the sweat and joy of my comrades are flowing. Every harvest time, the vegetable fields are full of harvest scenes: you see the radish is big and sweet, and the red tomatoes are big and round. Our hearts are full of joy and our faces are filled with happy smiles. In this vegetable field, I learned a lot of common sense about growing vegetables, such as when to weed, when to sow and how to fertilize. At that time, after we planted the ground from the seeds, we had a concern, a responsibility and a full expectation in our hearts. I like to stroll in vegetable fields when I have nothing to do. I water it regularly, fertilize it to remove weeds, and always pay attention to the growth of vegetable seedlings. Vegetable fields are so magical. Under the careful care of comrades-in-arms, vegetables grow sturdily day by day, which brings us many surprises.

At that time, it was not easy for us to grow vegetables. I remember one summer typhoon, a night of heavy rain, and the next day my comrades and I looked out of the window from the dormitory, really dumbfounded! The green bean vegetable racks that grew vigorously in the field fell to the ground, and all the vegetables in the field were flooded. Seeing the vegetables planted by ourselves destroyed by the rainstorm means that so much good luck and hardship have vanished in an instant. Facing the vegetable fields without crops, my comrades and I are very sad. This is a dish that we raised step by step from seeds. On the way, we kept taking care of it and fertilizing it. It's gone overnight, and it really doesn't taste good in my heart. Since then, we have learned experiences and lessons. According to the climate characteristics of troops stationed in coastal cities and frequent typhoons, the vegetable racks are particularly solid, and drainage ditches are dug at the edge of each vegetable field. At the same time, I also pay special attention to the weather forecast, picking mature vegetables before the typhoon comes and sending them to the kitchen. Through the efforts of our comrades-in-arms, the vegetables we planted were not only self-sufficient, but even the families in the military camp enjoyed the joy of our harvest.

After more than 40 years of military career, this vegetable field has also grown with us and devoted a lot of efforts to my comrades. It is not only our vegetable basket, but also our spiritual home. Especially watching your own vegetables grow and blossom, the sense of accomplishment after labor is simply wonderful. Comrades concentrate on working in vegetable fields, singing military songs and telling their experiences. Looking at this green vegetable field, all the fatigue will disappear and the mood will become relaxed and happy.

Many years later, when I return to that place, no matter where I see vegetable fields, I will think of the green vegetable fields in our military camp and recall my comrades who took care of vegetables with me. ...