My parents wrote 200 words while I was busy farming.

In late autumn, the weather is a little cold, and the trees have begun to shed leaves.

There are mature golden seedlings everywhere. Autumn wind blows golden waves. In the autumn harvest season, farmers' uncles are busy harvesting!

After the farm holiday, I went home to help my uncle harvest.

This morning, I went down to the field with a hat and a sickle, one on my left and the other on my right. The millet was so heavy that I broke out in a sweat and my clothes were soaked. At noon, the sun burned red. My throat is very dry. My uncle bought a drink and smiled and said, "Rice grains are hard to come by. You should study hard at an early age. When you grow up, you should study and use science to farm the land, and farmers will enjoy it. "

This year is another good harvest!