An interesting composition about the countryside (illustrated)

I remember once, my parents and I went to my mother-in-law's house to play, just in time for transplanting rice. I haven't planted seedlings before, and my curiosity comes out like spring. My parents and I followed my grandparents to the rice fields.

First, grandpa gave me a demonstration. Grandpa put on his water shoes and went into the field. One hand took out a seedling from the basket in the other hand and planted it in the paddy field. I saw it and thought it was very simple, so I wanted to try it.

At that time, when I was still young, I could only stand on the shore and plug in, and my father became my "safety rope". I also took a seedling first. I put it in the field, but as soon as my hand was released, the seedlings actually floated. Dad saw it and said to me, "Son, you didn't use too little force to insert the roots of the seedlings into the soil, but don't use too much force." If you put it too deep, the seedlings will drown. " After listening to my father's words, I put the seedlings into the ground neither too hard nor too small. The sun is shining, and I am determined to plant ten seedlings. When I finished planting these seedlings and glued them together, I felt backache and sweat dripping down.

"After cutting the grain at noon, sweat dripped into the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " I fully understand the meaning of this poem.