What is the life of rural children?

The colorful rural life has been lingering in my mind. I picked some "flowers" of rural life and gave them to you, my dear friend.

Miss Qiu came to the world quietly with light steps. She walked through the sorghum field, where the sorghum ears were heavy and bent the branches; She walked through the peanut field and the peanut leaves turned yellow. In this harvest season, who can not be happy! On this day, my grandmother, grandfather and mother and I came to the field to pull peanuts. Although I am small, my strength is infinite. Before I came to a peanut, I grabbed the peanut leaf with both hands and pulled it up hard. With a bang, peanuts were pulled out of the ground. Although I participated in it, this is my first record! There is also a kind of peanut that is particularly difficult to pull out. I tried my best to suck milk. Bang, I grabbed the pulled peanuts with both hands and fell down. Suddenly, I was covered in mud and became a clay figurine. Sunset sprinkled on the quiet river, each of us hugged peanuts tightly, and my mother and I looked at each other with unspeakable joy.

All smiles, walking on the way home. I walked home humming a ditty and picked a sorghum ear at random. Grandpa saw it, and suddenly his smiling face was covered with dark clouds. He looked at me and said, "You city children just don't know how to cherish food. Although it is only a sorghum ear, people have worked hard for half a year. How could you do that? ..... "The more Grandpa said, the less I felt. It's all my own fault. I silently condemned myself in my heart and shouldn't pick sorghum ears. You talk about cherishing food every day, how can you just talk about it? I quickly apologized to grandpa, and grandpa forgave me. I've learned that some things can't be just spoken, but should be put into action.

The countryside recorded our laughter and rain, and recorded our childhood.