See 340 words in the diary of workers mowing grass.

I am a rural child, and I know everything about farm work. Let's talk about mowing the grass! This mowing is not that simple!

Today, my mother and I went to the mountain to mow the grass. We set foot on the journey step by step with baskets in our hands. The road is so muddy that we have to wear shoes with nails to reach our destination. We stumbled all the way there. The grass there is dense, green and thick. I think it must be very suitable for pigs. I saw a piece of green and didn't want to cut it. But I remembered that the pigs at home were waiting to eat the grass I cut, and I started to cut it again, because those pigs are most of my family's income in a year, and I can't lose them at home.

As soon as I thought about all this, I didn't hesitate to pick up a sickle and cut it at the grass. I took the tip of grass in my hand, cut it off from the stem with a knife, put a piece of tender grass in my hand and threw it into my basket. In this way, I accumulated one by one, and soon my basket was full.

After I cut it full, a new problem appeared-the road is too slippery, how to carry it? I saw my mother pick up a stick from a small tree on the edge of the ground, which is equivalent to a crutch, so she walked more steadily. Inspired, I also cut a thick branch from a small tree and used it as a crutch to slowly support my way home.