Take a stick and talk about it.

Today, I went to grandma's house to help her collect corn. I saw the endless cornfields conveying the message of harvest in autumn. Under the high blue sky, so much corn is higher than me, so I started my fight.

The first battle: harvesting corn, I breezed into a long field. The thick corn stalks are covered with layers of green corn stalks, and the golden hair on my head is so cute. Look at me, I'll break off one and throw it into the sack. I remember that my hand was cut by sharp corn leaves last year and I lost a lot of blood. Be careful this time! More than an hour has passed, and my arms are sore and my mouth is thirsty. No, I need some water. I returned to Tiantou and drank a big bottle of cold water, feeling much more comfortable and ready to continue fighting.

Fight again: I am happy and worried when I move corn and look at the mountains of trophies on the edge of the fields. How do I get them back? I wiped my sweat, picked up the sack and dragged it home. I transported them more than a dozen times at a time, and my victory fruits were moved back by me bit by bit, which was a bit like the work of small ants.

In the evening, I cooked a pot of corn. Looking at the corn in Huang Cancan is really mouth watering. Eating in the mouth is beautiful in the heart, and enjoying the fruits of labor is not the same as eating in peace!