A short sentence describing the yellow harvest of wheat

1. A sentence describing the maturity of wheat 1. From a distance, the neat drill wheat has matured, like a golden belt.

When we walked into the wheat field, we clearly saw that the mature ears of wheat were covered with grains, which were bulging and seemed to burst. In autumn, the wheat is ripe and looks golden yellow.

So it is called the golden wheat field. 3. The wheat from Huang Cancan seems to be telling us the good news of maturity.

Wheat grains are embedded in the ears of wheat like small water drops, and there are long awns on the ears of wheat. If you rub an ear of wheat in your hand and chew it in your mouth, your mouth will be full of fragrance! On my way home, I saw the wheat in the farmland on both sides of the road turn golden yellow. 5. Mature wheat swayed with the wind, like golden waves! 6. In May, the wheat fields turned yellow one by one.

Thick orange stalks are covered with spikes, cooked so happily and deeply, like a string of golden sweat, like an endless golden ocean. 7. Mature wheat has a heavy waist and rubs against each other, making a long-winded sound.

As soon as the "Tututu" harvester rang, rows of wheat fields fell. 8. The wheat awn stands upright, just like an oncoming broom.

Wheat is full and bigger than good apple seeds. 9. A breeze blew and golden wheat waves were set off in the terraced fields.

More spectacular than the waves. 10. When the wheat is ripe, the fields are golden, like an endless golden ocean. A gust of wind blew, causing waves in the golden ocean.

1 1. Looking at it, it is golden. 12. Autumn is coming, and the wheat is dressed in gold. How nice! .

2. What sentences describe "wheat"? 1. You came quietly and walked into the field. The fragrance of wheat is floating around, and the acres of crops look like a thousand waves from a distance; A closer look shows that wheat is bent with laughter, sorghum is flushed, corn is blooming with joy, and people in the field are very busy. "Sing a song about harvesting, harvest wheat, sorghum, corn and soybeans, and send them to the country after harvesting." Melodious songs tell the joy of farmers' autumn harvest.

The wheat in the field grows fat and green, and the wind blows like a lake of green water.

3, the breeze is blowing, the wheat seedlings are shaking gently, as if full of energy, ready to use all their strength to jump up!

4. Wheat is poor in growth, sparse, yellow and wilting, as short and dry as foxtail.

The wheat seedlings in the field are scattered, as if waiting for rain.

6. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the fragrance of new wheat and the smell of wormwood.

7. This is the most vigorous, charming and dazzling period of wheat growth in youth. The heavy and slowly burning wheat in the wheat field stood in the wheat field anxiously and bravely. The sky is so blue and the ground is so yellow. In the distance, white clouds are fluttering, everything around is quiet, only the wind is whispering, only the leaves are whispering, only the white clouds are floating around, only heaven and earth, and I am integrated with nature.

8. From a distance, the wheat seedlings grow densely and neatly, like a furry green carpet flattened by a Sichuan cutting machine. Light brown stalks interweave with warp and weft. Just like the colorful pattern on the green carpet, it is beautiful and generous. The breeze blew, and the wheat seedlings swayed gently, as if full of energy, ready to flee upward with all their strength.

9. I like the faint smell of wheat since I was a child, just like the steamed bread that just came out of the cage, which makes people intoxicated and imaginative.

10, that snow, white and gentle, has now become hard, indestructible and inviolable; It closed the world, it covered the space, it divided the village in this boundless wilderness, it closed the glacier, it covered the crops. In this cold, wheat is still thriving under this frozen snow, green and yellow, full of vitality and thriving. Wheat has always been my fable, my myth and my legend. Wheat has penetrated the ice and snow accumulated for thousands of years. I saw its green blood flowing and its white bones shaking. This just proves that it still has the power of breathing, heartbeat and conquest. Wheat, my totem, my religion, my belief, this is my heartfelt appreciation of wheat!

1 1. This golden grain is full, which embodies the hard work of the cultivators and exudes attractive wheat fragrance.

12, it is the season of wheat jointing, heading, flowering and fruiting, and there is a green wave in the ocean of wheat. Approaching the wheat field, I saw the long ears of wheat densely pointed, with small white flowers at the sharp roots. Some unknown bees are hovering in front of the ears of wheat. Sister Hua is also in her ear, and the leaves are busy crawling around.

13 and may, the wheat fields turn yellow one after another. Thick orange stalks are covered with spikes, cooked so happily and deeply, like a string of golden sweat, like an endless golden ocean.

14, it's snowing, and Maimiao doll is sleeping soundly under the snow cover. Some Mai Miao dolls stick their heads out of the quilt and look around like urchins. They looked at the world of powder and jade curiously.

15, ripe wheat, heavy waist, rubbing against each other, making a nagging sound. As soon as the "Tututu" harvester rang, rows of wheat fields fell.

Write a poem about harvesting wheat.

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Another poor woman, holding her son,

The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.

There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.

I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.

4. After harvesting the wheat, the mood sentence 1. From a distance, the wheat seedlings grow densely and neatly, like a furry green carpet flattened by a Sichuan cutting machine. Light brown stalks interweave with warp and weft. Just like the colorful pattern on the green carpet, it is beautiful and generous. The breeze blew, and the wheat seedlings swayed gently, as if full of energy, ready to flee upward with all their strength.

2. When I arrived in the suburbs, I saw large tracts of wheat fields in the distance, like a big carpet, which looked very flat and made people feel extremely wide.

In summer, the wheat is fragrant, and the whole wheat field is like a sea of gold.

Only at the foot of the mountain can you find golden wheat. The wheat rendered by the sunset glow is really golden and beautiful.

5. Have you ever seen a sickle in the sentence describing wheat? Do you know what a sickle looks like? What is the sickle for? Have you ever harvested wheat? I have seen a sickle. Like seven in Arabic numerals. One is made of a blade and the other is made of a stick. Sickle is used to harvest wheat. I harvested the wheat.

On Saturday afternoon, we went to the suburbs to see wheat. When we arrived in the suburbs, we saw that the neat drill wheat was ripe, like a golden belt. When we walked into the wheat field, we clearly saw that the mature ears of wheat were covered with grains, which were bulging and seemed to burst. At this moment, I saw an aunt harvesting wheat with a sickle in her hand. I went over and asked her to teach me how to cut wheat. I bent down and grabbed the upper part of a handful of wheat with my left hand. Put it in the lower half of the wheat, the blade of the sickle cut hard at the left rear of my body, and I cut off a handful of wheat. I grabbed a handful, cut it once, and then cut it a lot, which made my back ache.

I finally learned to cut wheat.

6. The sentence praising wheat is 1. From a distance, the neat drill wheat has matured, like a golden belt. When we walked into the wheat field, we clearly saw that the mature ears of wheat were covered with grains, which were bulging and seemed to burst.

In autumn, the wheat is ripe and looks golden yellow. So it is called the golden wheat field.

3. The wheat from Huang Cancan seems to be telling us the good news of maturity. Wheat grains are embedded in the ears of wheat like small water drops, and there are long awns on the ears of wheat. If you rub an ear of wheat in your hand and chew it in your mouth, your mouth will be full of fragrance!

On my way home, I saw the wheat in the farmland on both sides of the road turn golden yellow.

5. Mature wheat swayed with the wind, like golden waves!

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Author: (Tang) Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

At night, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Another poor woman, holding her son,

The right hand holds the ear and the left arm hangs in the basket.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

What merit did I do today? I have never worked as a farmer.

There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.

I am ashamed to see this, and I can't forget it every day.

Among them, the sentence describing the maturity of wheat is "The south wind rises at night and the wheat turns yellow."

The sentence that farmers are persecuted by taxes is "I have lost all the taxes on my land, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger."

8. Poems describing wheat 1. Poems about wheat

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Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Another poor woman, holding her son,

Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.

There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

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(1) cut (y): cut. The title bet is "At that time, I was the county magistrate".

⑵ Cover (fu) long (lǒng) yellow: cover the ridge when the wheat is yellow. Cover: cover. Dragon: the same as "ridge", here refers to the ridge where crops are planted in farmland, and here refers to wheat fields in general.

⑶ Auntie: Daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, generally referring to women here. Lotus: Rice in a bamboo basket. H: shoulders, shoulders. Fast food: food packed in bamboo baskets.

(4) Childishness (zhi): children carry soup and water jiāng the pot. Slurry: a slightly sour drink in ancient times, sometimes referring to rice wine or soup.

5. Pay (m \u ng) Tian: Send meals to people who work in the fields.

[6] Ding Zhuang: A young man. Nangang (gāng): Place name.

(7) Steaming the summer heat rusts the back, scorching the sky: the feet are smoked by the hot air on the ground, and the back is roasted by the scorching sun.

(8) Dan: Only. Cherish: hope.

(9) refers to farmers who are working. Side: Same as "side".

⑽ Bing (bǐng) Sui Zuo: Holding the ear of wheat picked from the ground. Bing, take it. Get lost, get lost

⑾ hanging: carrying it. Our (b √) basket: broken basket.

⑿ Care for each other: Look at each other and tell each other. C: Look, look.

[13] Audience: Bai Juyi refers to himself. Wèi: Sadness (omitting "ambition").

[14] Shu √: House rental tax. Lose, pass, extend to give, give.

3. Translation

Farmers seldom have free months. When May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow. Women carry vegetables in bamboo baskets, children carry water in pots, and follow each other to deliver meals in the fields. The men who collect wheat are all in Nangang. Their feet were smoked by the heat of the ground and their backs were basking in the hot sun. Tired as if I didn't know it was hot, I just cherished the long summer. I saw a poor woman standing beside the wheat harvester with her child in her arms, picking up the left ear of wheat in her right hand and hanging a broken basket on her left arm. Listening to her look at others, everyone who hears her feels sorry for her. Because of paying rent and taxes, all the fields at home have been sold out, so we have to pick up some ears of wheat to satisfy our hunger. What achievements have I made now, but I don't have to engage in farming and sericulture. Get a salary of 300 stone meters a year, and there will be surplus food at the end of the year. I feel ashamed to think of these things, and I can't forget them all day.

4. Brief analysis

Looking at Mai Niang is an early work of Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem describes the busy farming scene in the wheat harvest season, criticizes the exorbitant taxes and levies that caused people's poverty, and feels deeply guilty that the poet himself can have plenty of food and clothing without virtue labor, showing the humanitarian spirit of a feudal official with conscience. In writing techniques, the poet combines panoramic description with the description of specific characters, making the whole poem an organic whole.