A 200-word diary of rice transplanting during the busy farm break

Example:

Today is Labor Day, and I am going to learn to plant rice.

When I came to the edge of the field, I couldn't wait to take off my shoes, roll up my trousers, and step into the water. I just felt that the wet soil in the field was soft and cold. My feet suddenly sank in and my body staggered. Grandma quickly supported me.

I carefully stepped into the middle of the field and gently inserted a seedling. But as soon as I let go, I found it floating. Grandma told me: "The rice seedlings should not be planted too deep or too shallow in the field. You must have a good sense of proportion, like this -" After carefully watching grandma's demonstration, I planted it seriously. This time the seedlings have gained a firm footing.

After a while, I heard my grandma’s laughter. I looked up and saw that the rice seedlings I planted were crooked, like earthworms loosening the soil in the rice field. Grandma planted it neatly, and I blushed. It turns out that planting rice is not an easy task. I decided to start over. At this time, the scorching sun shone on my body. On my face, sweat dripped from my forehead, and my waist became a little sore. "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil." Only now do I realize how hard it is for the farmer uncle to farm. I must cherish food in the future.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally finished inserting one row, which was quite neat. Grandma praised me for being quite capable, which made me feel happy. I continued to "fight" with my grandma until noon, and then I reluctantly left the rice field.

Today, I learned how to transplant rice seedlings and experienced the joy of labor. This Labor Day is really meaningful.