Tell me about the cotton picker.

I still remember when I was a child, the winter in the north was particularly cold, and the ice in the river was particularly thick. We all wear cotton-padded cl

I still remember when I was a child, the winter in the north was particularly cold, and the ice in the river was particularly thick. We all wear cotton-padded clothes and trousers in winter. Cotton is fluffy, soft and comfortable, and people like cotton clothes and home textiles very much. But you should know that the management and harvest of cotton is particularly complicated, which embodies countless efforts of cotton farmers.

Memories are like colorful leaves falling in the long river of years. They float and float, floating into the scene where my mother grows cotton. Because the seed coat of cottonseed is thick and fluffy, it is necessary to soak the full cottonseed selected a long time ago in a large pot and drink enough water to break the dormancy of seeds. My mother always soaks one pot after another, then carefully sows cottonseed with small buds, and finally covers them with a quilt to make them sleep soundly. A few days later, the seedlings wearing "little gray hats" rushed out of the ground.

The sun in summer is like fire and magic. It tanned mother's face, exposed many fine lines on her face, and magically made cotton plants grow rapidly. My mother worked in the cotton field all day ―― thinning seedlings, pulling weeds, topping, picking branches and other management work, sweating profusely. After careful management by mother and coordination of weather, water and fertilizer, a cotton plant will generally sit on twenty or thirty cotton peaches, while a strong one will sit on forty or fifty cotton. After beginning of autumn, cotton will slowly blossom one after another, so picking cotton on five or six acres of land is very busy, which has become the longest work in agricultural activities. To this end, rural primary schools also deliberately put a long autumn vacation to harvest autumn.

My mother always treats her cotton with reverence, enthusiasm and awe. She is not afraid of wind and rain, and never wants to waste every day in the season! When the cotton peaches were bred from soybean seeds into full and heavy nectarine-like big cotton peaches day by day, in autumn, the big cotton peaches finally cracked their mouths and smiled one by one, blooming white cotton wool. Will mom be unhappy? The more cotton blooms and the whiter it is, the happier my mother will be!

When the weather is fine, cotton blooms in clusters, bending over, and the whole field is white, like a sea of clouds and a beautiful Bai Mei soul manor, which is very beautiful. My mother can't pick cotton at all. Everyone in the family has to pick cotton. When I was three or four years old, I also tied a flower pocket to pick cotton. Later, my mother always blamed herself for being afraid that I would not grow tall. Although a family of five or six people is busy, cotton is always in full bloom or can't be picked. So I took advantage of the windless morning when there was dew (cotton leaves were wet and brittle in the afternoon) to drag cotton in the field. Pulling cotton is two or three times faster than picking cotton, but the sleeves and pants of the clothes are soaked. At the beginning of flowering, the cotton hill at home was filled with a whole hut. Sometimes the sky is thick and foggy, so I can't see anything clearly, just groping for cotton as usual.

After a busy day, I watched TV at night, and my eldest brother lived outside. My mother gave me, my sister and my second brother a pile of cotton, and whoever finished it can have a rest. My second brother always throws his handful of cotton to others when others are not looking. It's naughty! Sometimes my mother will let my second brother cook dinner at home in the evening. Why doesn't he make soup after three or four in the afternoon? He always says it's done. Haha, are you speechless? I don't care whether the rice is cold or not. Anyway, the soup is cooked and the task is completed.

Dew on the grass tip in the morning is my favorite. After I went, they disappeared without a trace! The morning glory in autumn is blue, purple, crimson and pink, so beautiful, dotted with beautiful fields and happy memories of childhood! There are bright red lychees, sweet jujubes, elegant daisies, golden dandelions, ugly frogs and occasionally a thrilling snake.

? Of course, all the time is spent picking cotton, so you can sell it. Tomatoes in autumn are naturally ripe and red is attractive. If you are tired from work, just pick a few to eat. They are delicious, and now we can't eat the taste of that year anymore! Today, I have many interesting things about my childhood, but at that time, I didn't care much. At that time, I didn't know or understand my mother's joy in harvesting, and even complained about how there was endless cotton! Why do I have to collect cotton every time after school? How annoying! When the harvest is not good, or when there is little cotton in the cotton ridge, I feel glad!

I still remember that I go to my room to collect cotton after school every day. My mother said that once I went home at noon in the afternoon, I couldn't get an answer and couldn't find anyone, which frightened my mother. Finally, I found that I was sleeping in a cotton pile. Of course, every time my father sells cotton, it is also the season when persimmons are ripe. My father will bring us a "great" surprise-buying persimmons and fried peanuts to eat, which is so sweet! What an unforgettable memory to think of today!

? Mom and dad have worked hard all their lives to bring up our four brothers and sisters. It's really not easy! It is our bounden duty to let them enjoy their old age!