Corn crushing description

My hometown is Jiangxi, and I grow a lot of corn at home. In my hometown, breaking corn is our children's favorite farm work.

I remember my mother and I broke corn in our hometown last year. It was my first time to break corn. When we reached the top of the mountain, we saw the sun showing a lovely red face. I got off and looked into the cornfield, ah! The corn grows really well: all the corn cobs are dressed like lively and lovely fat dolls. They took off their green coats and put on yellow cotton gowns, scrambling to lean out their little golden heads as if they were smiling at me.

I can't wait to carry my basket down to the ground. Like my mother, I first pressed the leaves on the corn stalk, then held the corn stalk in my left hand, grabbed it in my right hand, shook it hard and broke it. After a short rest, the basket on my back is full. Who knows, just then, my body tilted to the left and some corn cobs fell out of the basket. I bent down to pick it up. Mom smiled and said, "Look at you, you can't do any work neatly." I said, "I'm still a child. When I grow up, I will definitely catch up with you! " "Say that finish I can't help but laugh, my mother also smiled from ear to ear.

Comments: The sentences in the article are concrete, vivid and vivid. The little author can write the harvest scene in the corn field through bold imagination and anthropomorphic rhetoric. Through the description of the characters' language and movements, people feel that a lively and lovely little girl who loves labor is on the page.

Ingredients, broken corn

Today, when I finished my homework, I had nothing to do. My grandfather said we were going to break corn together, so I went to Happy Farm with my grandparents.

Along the way, the birds cheered as if cheering for me.

Walking into "Happy Farm", I saw corn stalks standing on the ground like sentries, full of energy, carrying grenades on his back, defending Grandpa's "Happy Farm".

In Happy Farm, green corn leaves dance with the wind like fairy green ribbons.

Some corn is like a baby, wrapped in green clothes; Some corns burst into laughter, revealing crystal grains of corn; Some corn is like a little girl, shyly hiding behind Brother Ye.

Grandpa said that if you pick corn with a beard, the darker the beard, the better, because the darker the beard, the older the corn is and can be eaten.

I went straight to a corner with a black beard. Just as I reached out to pick it, I saw a bug lying on the corn to rest. I was frightened and shouted, "Help!" After that, I ran to a safe place faster than the 100-meter sprint.

At this time, I saw grandpa and mom humming songs, as if they didn't see or hear anything, and they were picking corn with light steps.

I finally got up the courage and came to the corn field again. I only heard a "crack" and I broke the corn.

"Yes, I killed the bug!" I shouted at the blue sky.

As the saying goes, no pains, no gains.

If so, labor is hard, but the harvest is sweet, which reminds me of learning.

I think: if you want to be a promising person and become a pillar of the country, you must study hard without fear of difficulties.

Help adults break 200-word corn composition

Today, I helped my mother break off two ears of corn. Suddenly I saw two insects. I didn't expect it to be sand, so I shouted, "Oh, my God, there is sand here." At this time, my mother smiled and said, these are two insects, but they are not sand. Then I started pulling corn paste. I uprooted it in the simplest way, but it brought me. Actually, you can try it.

A composition about breaking corn during holidays (about 200)

This morning, my mother and grandmother and I went to the corn field to break corn.

My mother and I each wear a straw hat, carry a basket and take a sickle. When we are armed, we really look like a farmer.

We came to the cornfield together and saw rows of corn growing so strong and tidy.

I compared it: ouch! It's really high.

There is a full corn cob on each corn stalk, and some can't wait. They opened their mouths to reveal golden corn kernels. As soon as the wind blows, the corn stigma floats up, as if showing off its beautiful hair.

I looked into the distance and saw corn all over the fields like the sea.

I saw grandma break off the corn cob from the corn stalk, cut it off with a sickle and put the corn in the basket. I saw it and thought it was very interesting. I want to have a try.

Grandma agreed to my request and I broke up. After a while, I felt tired, so I found a cool place to rest. I said, "Breaking corn seems easier said than done!" Grade two: Yi Hanyu

Excellent composition in the sixth grade of primary school broke the corn first.

Breaking corn for the first time Last summer vacation, my parents and I went to the countryside to visit my grandparents.

On this day, I did my summer homework according to the summer vacation plan. I finished my English. Hey! It's just a matter of time. I looked at the timetable. Oh, this is work. I think: Summer is here. what can I do? I jingled downstairs and asked my parents, "Is there anything you want me to do? Just let me know, but don't mention it.

""There's nothing for you to do here.

"Mom said nicely," otherwise, break the corn with grandma.

""good! Ok! " I am very excited to say.

I walked behind my grandmother and looked around. Mature corn stalks stood neatly there, and a team of good guards guarded the fields.

Most interestingly, it seems that something big happened to the corn cob, and all of them burst into laughter, revealing Huang Chengcheng's corn kernels.

How ugly it is to show your belly! Take them home quickly! Grandma is sixty years old, but she can break corn quickly.

I saw that she grabbed the corn stalk with her left hand and the corn cob with her right hand, and pressed down hard. Bang, a chubby corn doll was invited by grandma.

She quickly threw the corn doll into the basket behind her and grabbed another corn stalk with her left hand. With a click, the corn cob jumped into the basket like a dance.

And those corn stalks that have unloaded the "burden" are swaying gently behind grandma.

I saw my hands itch, so I ran to the field to learn from my grandmother. But the corn cob hung its head and didn't listen at all.

I tried hard, but I couldn't unscrew it.

Grandma looked at me piteously with tears in her eyes.

Grandma told me to break the corn quickly (1), and (2) it matters.

If you are unhappy, the sweat of the corn stalk will slowly flow out, and the joint between the corn cob and the corn stalk will be very soft, and it will not help to twist it again.

Oh! I suddenly understood that there are so many stresses on breaking corn.

In this way, I mastered the skills and caught up with my grandmother at once, only to hear the sound of "snapping" again and again.

The field is buzzing with the sound of "pa-pa-",which is the ensemble music of my grandmother and me in the corn field!

Help mom break the corn composition 39 1 word

The car drove past the stone bridge and saw my grandmother's house. My grandmother's home is on an island, and there are reeds three or four meters high on both sides of the river. Yellow reed flowers are like bundles of wheat ears, and the wind is particularly beautiful.

After lunch, grandma said she would take me to break corn. I was very happy and said, "Yes, yes."

"She took us to the cornfield.

Grandma cultivated a large area of land and planted many things, including taro, carrots, sweet potatoes, beans, sorghum, and most of them were corn.

Corn is like a row of soldiers standing straight, taller than grandma.

The big corn is wrapped in leaves, so you can't tell whether it is ripe or not. Grandma took the lead in picking corn.

I chose a big one, but I didn't pull it out because of the sour corn. I didn't lose heart. I finally uprooted it with the strength of sucking milk, but I fell to my knees and made everyone laugh.

Aunt peeled off the corn husk to reveal white and tender corn kernels. Corn gives off a fragrance, which is really intoxicating.

Aunt said: "this is fruit corn, which can be eaten raw."

"Say that finish, break the half to eat.

I ate it when I saw it. Wow! How sweet! I didn't expect corn to be eaten raw.

It's really interesting in the farmland. I see many things that I can't see at ordinary times: taro leaves look like lotus leaves, big and round; Sweet potato leaves are triangular and grow on vines. The leaves of carrots are thin and needle-shaped. Sorghum is really like a burning torch in China's book, and Xanthium sibiricum on the roadside is as naughty as a hedgehog.

Labor made me understand ... junior high school composition about broken corn.

I remember when I was 8 years old, I was a child who didn't like to work.

However, there is one thing that changed my view on labor.

One Sunday in autumn that year happened to be the season of corn harvest.

My mother asked me to break corn with her. I said weakly, "I don't want to go," and my mother said, "I'll give you fifty cents for a broken bag.

"As soon as I heard this, I got paid. I was so happy that I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I said energetically, "OK, let's go ..." It takes 10 minutes to reach the ground. I really want to reach the ground in one second.

10 minutes later, we arrived at the venue, and I immediately took a bag to break it. I was serious at first, but it broke without a bag. I called for a strike, because it was very hot and the "beard" of corn was very dry, which easily reached my neck. It feels like "termites scratching their hearts", and it's really hard.

I squatted under the tree for a while and asked my mother to bring me a bundle to break. When I break, sometimes it's easy, and sometimes I can't get it off.

At this time, I had to ask my mother to help. I saw that she quickly cut a hole in the corn head with a nail and pulled it to both sides, and the corn husk came "swishing".

In one minute, my mother broke several sticks ... I followed my mother's example, and in a short time, I broke a bag.

I worked patiently all afternoon. Time to go home.

My mother counted my grades and said, "Not bad, I broke six bags."

I earned 3 yuan, and my mother rewarded me 1 yuan. When I got home, I saw my mother looking tired. I thought it was really hard for her to work every day.

I bought her a can.

After dinner, I'll let my mother taste it.

She said, "This is the sweetest can she has ever eaten.

After this labor, I think each of our classmates should honor their parents and cherish their own labor achievements, because when others come to taste your labor achievements and praise you, you will feel that your labor has not been in vain and you will be very happy.

Ask for an autumn harvest of almost 400 words (corn harvest, broken corn, corn picking) (paste) ...

Walking into Autumn Composition: Walking into autumn, autumn is a beautiful season.

Autumn sky, blue Wan Li, cloudless Wan Li; Autumn wind blows gently, cool wind blows gently, and autumn osmanthus fragrance; Autumn night, crisp autumn, autumn insects chirping.

The autumn fields are even different ... The autumn fields are yellow from a distance, just like a yellow ocean.

A closer look reveals that the yellow one is not the "ocean", but the mature crops: the ears of rice are ripe and the sunflowers are bent; The wild chrysanthemums are in bloom, and the fragrance permeates the narrow path. They are colorful, colorful! On the grass, a large group of sheep and cattle are running and chasing on the grass.

A closer look shows that all the cattle and sheep have gained weight.

In the corn field, the cheerful corn doll smiled with slender red hair and forgot the troubles of summer; Sister Gao Liang blushed and smiled, and a wonderful wine song was brewing in her heart.

The first volume of the fourth grade, 42 pages, looks at pictures, writes compositions and harvests corn.

The countryside in October is a busy scene, and every household is filled with the joy of harvest.

Especially this year's corn, all grow big and good.

People in the village are busy tying up the collected corn and hanging it under the eaves to dry.

Look, Uncle Li's house in the north of the village is very busy.

I saw Uncle Li standing on the roof of his house, bending down and handing a hook to Aunt Zhang below, then Aunt Zhang hung a bunch of good corn on the hook, and then Uncle Li skillfully pulled the corn up and hung it under the eaves.

From uncle Li's skillful skills, we can know that he used to be a good farmer. Although he has been busy all day, they still don't feel tired.

Yes, food is the lifeblood of farmers. This year's bumper harvest indicates a happy life next year.

Even their son Bao Xiao stood under the eaves, holding his head high, pointing to clusters of golden corn.

Because his mother told him that when the corn was sold, his mother would pay his tuition and he could go to school with a small bag on his back.

The sun went down, and the beautiful sunset glow dyed the earth red, the village red, the golden corn red, and the happy smiles of people red.

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