Description and composition of farmers' cultivated land

1. 400 words for primary school composition describing farmland and 400 words for beautiful field composition (1)

Spring has come, and the spring rain is gently sprinkled on the earth. In the field, grass sticks out quietly, willow branches sprout and flowers are in bud. They all sucked the sweet milk greedily, and even the small animals enjoyed the beautiful drizzle in the field.

The rain has stopped, the flowers are blooming, the grass is green, and birds are flying from the south. It's fun to go to the fields after the rain. When you walk into the field, a fragrance of flowers comes to your face and makes you breathless. There is a meadow in front, dotted with several wild flowers. When you roll on the grass, the fatigue of the day suddenly disappears, and you won't want to get up for a long time. There is a stream next to it, crystal clear. I couldn't help washing my face and drinking a few mouthfuls. There are many small fish jumping in the stream. You can fish here in spring. This is a paradise for children in summer, where children bathe and fish. Leaves fall here in autumn, like a boat crossing the river; In winter, it becomes a skating rink, and all the children come here to skate. The most interesting thing is the small forest next to it. There are many birds in the Woods who have just returned from winter. Those birds kept singing, as if talking about their experiences in the south and calling for children who have not come back yet. How interesting!

Ah! Beautiful field, I love you.

Beautiful field composition of 400 words (Part II)

The spring breeze blew the willow trees green, the peach blossoms red and the grass sprouted. In the wind, the sun's face looks redder. At this time, the spring rain is also accompanied by the breeze. In the field, spring grass is lush, flowers bloom in spring, flowers bloom and fall. Vegetables are green, wild flowers are in full bloom, with red, yellow, white and pink. A clear stream gushed out of Tanobe. Birds are chirping on the willow branches on the shore. Birds sing, streams accompany, and even fish are intoxicated.

Summer is coming, and the sun is shining. Fish swim around in the water, and some chase each other in the water; Some people are playing in the water. A group of children came to the stream to catch fish and scared the fish away. The willow with drooping head looks sick, its leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on its branches, and the branches are motionless.

Autumn is coming. The fields are golden, the rice is ripe, the ears of grain are blooming with golden smiles, farmers are waving sickles in the fields, and the sound of threshing machines is listening to people's laughter ... The fish in the pond are very fat, and people are busy loading baskets of fish into the car by the pond. What a busy harvest scene!

In winter, the mysterious veil is dancing and the cold wind is blowing. Frost left only dead branches and leaves in the vegetable field, willow put away the tender branches, and the swallow fled weakly. Several bamboos in the four fields are shivering in the cold wind, as if to say to people, "It's so cold! It's so cold! "

The four seasons in the field are really beautiful! I like fields in four seasons.

Beautiful field composition of 400 words (Part III)

Spring has arrived, spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, the fields are full of vitality and green! Look, the golden rape blossoms have opened, painting a beautiful scenery for the field.

One sunny morning, I opened the window to take a breath of fresh air, but I was shocked by what I saw: golden rape flowers were everywhere in the field, and a large group of bees were flying on the rape flowers! So, I got dressed at once and ran downstairs quickly. When I came to the field, I tried to smell a "full of anger" rape flower. Wow! A clear fragrance comes to the nose, refreshing! I just wandered among the rape flowers for a while, covered with Huang Chengcheng pollen, with a little fragrance in yellow.

After a spring rain, the rape flowers were covered with pearl-like dew. As long as you touch it gently, a string of small water drops will jump down one by one, and the rape flower will be dressed as a lovely fairy covered with gauze. Look! She is dancing a simple and elegant waltz! What a dancing butterfly! The little wild flowers that have been hiding in the soil have also poked their heads out, hey! They're still looking around! Some small wildflowers are still in bud, and some small wildflowers are covered with dew, just like wearing a pearl! Blue, yellow and purple wildflowers decorate the fields more beautifully!

Ah! In spring, I really like you!

2. How to write a composition about agriculture and rural farmland? Rural life is rich and colorful. It is the rainbow that brings us happiness. It is a ray of sunshine that shines into our hearts. In the morning, the hardworking rooster wakes us up. After breakfast, we went to the field to sow-sow today's seeds and harvest tomorrow's hope. In the morning, we came to play under the big tree. We rolled, wrestled and erected dragonflies ... Tired of playing, we sat under the big tree and told stories, and vivid pictures unfolded before our eyes. At this time, the river tells us. This river is very interesting. We jumped into the river. In the afternoon, the burning sun can't stop us from playing. We rushed out of the house and went to the forest. As usual-climb a tree. Agile movements are dazzling. At night, everything seems so quiet and harmonious. We lie on the grass, look up at the sky, look at the twinkling stars, and our minds are full. On both sides of the road, gradually yellow wheat and green rape have become endless green and yellow oceans, even in the mountains. Houses in the country are very chic. They divided a big house into several huts, each with only a dozen square meters, and all kinds of daily necessities were available. What about plants? A small fence is usually built at the back of the yard, where Chinese roses, cockscomb flowers and chrysanthemums are planted ... They are very beautiful in different seasons. There are always one or two dogs, either sleeping at the door or enjoying the cool by the wall. After a long time, the bitch will give birth to a litter of puppies and lie on the roof and bark at pedestrians. In the evening, she will see a group of old ladies sitting around chatting. Many young people who have finished collecting come to them and watch them play. People gathered more and more, and finally even the chess players could not be seen. How can this wonderful country life not be missed? Teacher: The little author of the article describes the rural life from different aspects, shows the simplicity, tranquility and peace of rural life through poetic scenes, and expresses his love and nostalgia for rural life. The language is concise and fluent. Please comment on the content and method of writing. (Student comments) 3 I feel that the countryside is a fairyland of fairy tales. It has shed the glitz of the city. Washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as pure as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by the sun, grow seeds of hope; It may be the pastoral scenery in Tao Qian's poems, which interpreted the story of the fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely. It's just the country in the poem. When we really walk into this country and feel it with our heart, we will find that our country is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth. Seen from a distance, rickety figures on the land. He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, and he has survived for generations. When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field. When the drought comes, the crops shake like his thin body, and he can't see hope or harvest. The chaotic eyes are dry and empty. So are they. It's just that this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. The full grain is like a piece of jewelry, and their eyes smile like a crescent moon. What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life. Will such a country disappoint us in the face of such a picture? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While enjoying its tranquility and purity, pay more attention to its pain and have more understanding and sympathy for its hardships. Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China. When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope with blood and sweat? Seeing the farmers in China standing forever in the history of China with the most humble gesture, let us feel the countryside with our heart! 4 feel the country "country". It seems very, very difficult for those children in the city to understand the meaning of this word, because they have never been there or experienced it personally. It seems more difficult to feel the countryside. "country" For those children in the country, it is even more difficult for them because they live in it every day. In different people's minds, there must be different, their ideal beautiful countryside, and what is my ideal beautiful countryside? In my mind, the countryside has neither the noise between cities nor the complacent temperament of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" In the countryside, there is no polluted air in the city, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. As for the bustling big cities, only the stench emitted by chemical plants, only the black and dark blue sky mixed with stars and the moon, because the lights of skyscrapers are too bright, there is no quiet life like "sunrise" in the countryside, and there is no delicate and gentle scenery in the countryside. From this, I think the countryside is naturally more beautiful than the city. Although the rural land will be more barren, can't it be changed with both hands? Some people think that the rural style, like the character of the northeast man, is rough and bold. Isn't the winding mountains and flowing rivers the best portrayal of extensive rural areas? Actually, it's not. I think the style of the countryside is positive.

3. The composition of farmland in my hometown My hometown is in Chenzhou, which is very different from the city.

I like everything in my hometown, but I like the farmland in my hometown best. There are many vegetables in the farmland.

There are cauliflower, green vegetables, lettuce, spinach, spinach, radish, pepper, rice and so on. Cauliflower is dark green, shaped like a green mushroom, soft to the touch and particularly comfortable; Radish is orange.

It's like a shy little girl hiding in the ground, but leaving some green leaves on the ground, probably to let the farmers know that there are radishes here! Radish green, eggplant purple, pumpkin yellow, Chili red ... colorful farmland depicts the scenery of my hometown. In spring, people sprinkle a lot of vegetable seeds and water on the farmland, waiting for the fruits of autumn; In summer, fruits grow faster after a long period of exposure and dew moisture; In autumn, the fruits are all ripe, which is really "as you sow, so you reap"! The farmer's uncle came to the farmland happily, and the grain was waiting for the reaping sickle! Tired from work, farmers lie on the ridge, smoking and planning a year's harvest. They are tired and satisfied.

Among the numerous rice, there is plenty of water, and some loaches and eels often appear in the water. Grandparents will jump into the rice to look for it.

Half an hour later, struggling loaches and swimming eels became things in people's stomachs. The farmland in my hometown is really beautiful! I really like the endless farmland in my hometown! Students of the sixth grade graduating class, please visit outstanding middle school students:

4. The composition describing rural pastoral scenery must be rural pastoral scenery and rush into the countryside.

The countryside is where our ancestors grew up; The countryside is also the hometown of food; The countryside is a place where farmers' uncles smile when they have a good harvest. Today, let's go into the countryside, feel the rural scenery and experience the family life in the countryside!

In spring, I walked into the country and walked on the country road. Rhododendrons are everywhere. They are as red as fire. Peach blossom, pink as chardonnay; Pear, white as snow; All kinds of wild flowers are colorful and fragrant. On the high hills, mushrooms scrambled out of the soil after the rain and greedily sucked the milk of Mother Earth. Yuan Ye on the hillside is green and lush; In the paddy field where rice is about to be planted, the water color and the skylight complement each other, and it is bright and white everywhere; The cuckoo crows and the sky is foggy and rainy. The so-called old saying goes: the mountains and rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. When you first enter the farmhouse, you will be greeted by a burly rhubarb dog, who shakes his head and tail in front of you and barks in a friendly way, as if welcoming you as a guest from afar. In front of and behind the house, the owner also set up a melon rack, or planted pumpkins or loofahs. Oh, there are vines crawling on the edge of the melon rack. In the backyard, flowers are in full bloom, including rhododendron, peony, cockscomb and dahlia ... these flowers are simple and somewhat gorgeous, showing a unique farmhouse scenery.

Summer, summer crops and plants, such as rice, sorghum, corn, soybeans, etc. Under the irrigation of the farmer's uncle's hard work and sweat, they are growing wildly and everywhere is green. Slowly, the watermelon is ripe and the grapes are ripe. Watermelon, green and white, rolled lazily on the ground; Grape with purple face, like a crystal ball, hanging on the vine. It is very interesting for children to fish and catch loach in rice fields and lobster and crab in rivers. But the most interesting thing was that summer night. The children sat in groups of three and five, staring at the meteors across the sky with wide eyes. At that moment, I believe that they must have made a good wish for life. If you don't want to see the stars, you can take a chair, sit in the dam, listen to the piano frogs singing, watch fireflies dancing and bats acrobatics in the air ... what a spectacular song and dance party!

Autumn is a harvest season, and the countryside becomes a golden ocean. Shan Ye rice fields have put on dazzling new clothes. Corn is ripe, so are sorghum and soybeans. The rice stalks are full of ears, and the rice waves in the breeze are like a beautiful staff. Spikes of rice are jumping notes, which write the joy and joy of the farmer's uncle after the harvest and record the hard work and sweat of the farmer's uncle.

It snows heavily in winter. It writes notes to people. Winter is coming! Winter is coming! Snowflakes fall on trees, on the ground and on houses. It's white, it's so beautiful! Although it is very cold in winter, farmers are still busy building houses (plastic greenhouses) for vegetables. There is a thick layer of ice on the lake. The children all ran to the lake to skate. During the Chinese New Year, every household posted red couplets, and the children bought fireworks and put them back. It's like welcoming the new year. I really want to set off firecrackers there and eat fresh fruits and vegetables.

This is the country, no matter when, no matter what season, there are unique and charming scenery!

5. Composition describing autumn farmland

I love the crisp autumn, and I love the fields in autumn even more.

In the fields, there is a bumper harvest everywhere. From a distance, golden ears of rice are like a yellow blanket, spread on the field. When I looked carefully, the golden and heavy ears of rice were bent. When the autumn wind blows, it keeps nodding and bending, as if welcoming me warmly and laughing at me. That sugarcane forest is like a green bamboo forest. Take a closer look, it is a thick and long sugarcane with green skin and purple skin. As soon as I think of that sweet watery taste, I want to pull out one and try it quickly. On the hillside, that large piece of sweet potato vine, like a thick green blanket, protects the little dolls underground. Not far from the hillside, there is also a large persimmon forest. From a distance, red persimmons are like small suns, covered with branches.

Autumn is the harvest season. In the field, I saw the farmer's uncle happily harvesting the fruits of his labor. Some of them are digging sweet potatoes, some are picking persimmons, and some are cutting sugar cane.

I love autumn, especially the beautiful fields in autumn.

6. Composition Farmers' Land 600 Words Go, Go, Go, Go Autumn is the harvest season, and farmers are also very happy.

In spring, farmers plant seeds and set up persimmon racks. He is often tired and sweaty, stepping on soft land and setting up persimmon racks.

He is often tired and sweaty, stepping on soft land and his feet are covered with mud. It was not until night that the afterglow of the sunset shone on the treetops and his long figure that he picked up his tools and left with heavy steps.

Although spring passed and summer came, he still went out early and returned late with his old tools, whether it was heavy rain or hot weather. So sometimes I come home, soaked to the skin, and sometimes sweaty.

Coat the crops with a thin layer of pesticide, loosen the soil gently and water them carefully. Taking care of crops seems to be taking care of your son. Autumn has come, and the grain in the field has been harvested.

Look! Sorghum in the field is drunk, and when the wind blows, the head will nod; Corn sleeps in yellow "clothes", and its pea-sized corn grains shine in the sun; Soybean seems to laugh again; Half-red and half-green peppers hide shyly in dead leaves; Tomatoes hang on persimmon racks like red lanterns. Seeing this bumper harvest, Uncle Li, a farmer, smiled and went into the house to watch TV.

At this time, Uncle Zhang came over with a big smile and said, "My family bought a computer, so you should buy one." "Well, now that the party's policy is good, I will buy a computer next month."

"You're right! In the past, several people used to farm this land. What do farmers have? Now it's changed to farming by one person, which makes farmers rich. Look, how happy the children outside are. "

Say that finish, they looked out of the window and couldn't help laughing.

7. Composition describing rural life The colorful rural life has been haunting my mind. I picked some "little flowers" of rural life and gave them to my dear friends. Miss Qiu quietly came to the world with light steps. She walked through the sorghum field, and the sorghum ears in the field bent the branches. She walked through the peanut field and the peanut leaves turned yellow. Who can be unhappy in this harvest season? 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. Wow, I pulled peanuts out of the ground. Although I got all the dirt, this is my first record! There is also a kind of peanut that is particularly difficult to pull out. I tried to suck. Bang, I grabbed peanuts with both hands and fell down. Suddenly, I was covered in mud and became a clay figurine. The sunset sprinkled on the quiet river, and each of us hugged peanuts tightly. My mother and I looked at each other, filled with unspeakable joy. I picked a sorghum ear at random. When my grandfather saw it, there were dark clouds on his smiling face. He looked at me and said, "The children in your city just don't know how to cherish food. Although this is only a sorghum ear, people have worked hard for half a year. How could you do that? ..... "The more Grandpa said, the worse I felt. It's all my own fault. I silently condemned myself in my heart and shouldn't pick sorghum ears. Talking about cherishing food every day. How can I just say it verbally? I quickly apologized to grandpa, and he forgave me. I understand that some things can't be just words but actions. The countryside recorded our laughter and rain, and recorded our childhood.

8. The composition of the fourth grade about the scene of farmers harvesting crops in autumn. Autumn is the harvest season. Grandma called and said, "The fruit is ripe! Are you coming or not? " I said, "I really want to go back." So I told my father the idea and my father agreed. I'm so happy!

Finally, the National Day holiday arrived, and our family got on the bus and set off early. Along the way, I have been sticking to the window and looking into the distance, looking at golden rice fields, forming waves of rice with the wind. There is a green persimmon tree in the distance. Golden persimmons are hidden behind thick leaves, showing only half of their faces and smiling at passers-by. I feel very comfortable when I come to the stadium.

Finally came to grandma's house, and grandma took us to the fields. I saw the corn in the field ripe, and the golden stick was grinning. We dragged the broken corn into grandma's yard. My grandma and I are tasked with peeling corn. Grandma said, "You should see what I do first." Grandma peeled off the corn first, grasped the root behind with her left hand, held the corn with her right hand, and then broke it off hard, and the corn was peeled off. Grandma asked me, "Will it?" I said, "Yes", and then I peeled corn with my grandmother. Father and mother's task is to dry corn. Father leaned the ladder against the eaves first, and then climbed up slowly. Then mother put the peeled corn in the basket. Father pulled the basket up with a rope and finally put the corn on the roof one by one.

I saw every household, some peeling corn; Some dried corn; Some harvest rice grains; There are also fruit picking, which is a bumper harvest scene. A twittering bird flies around the tree and steals ripe fruit from time to time; From time to time, they fly to the ground to steal corn kernels. They ran away as soon as they saw someone coming. Fat chickens are eating corn kernels scattered on the ground, and even they know not to waste one.

This time I went back to my grandmother's house and enjoyed the beautiful countryside. Although I worked hard, I learned a lot of knowledge and gained a lot of food and joy. I know food is hard to come by, so we should cherish it more.

9. Four Seasons of Farmland My family lives in the countryside. There is no garden as big and beautiful as a big city. We can only see a large field.

In spring, many farmers' uncles came to the fields and began to prepare for spring ploughing. I took time out to look in the fields. Wow! Before sowing, everyone is loosening the soil. Then, the seed began its new life. In the following days, farmers' uncles waited for them to grow up quickly. After a period of time, the seeds grow into green seedlings, so the farmers' uncles are busy weeding, loosening the soil and fertilizing the seedlings so that they can continue to grow happily.

In summer, good crops can't be planted in the fields because the sun is too fierce and the fields are too dry. So everyone decided to plant sunflowers in the field, because sunflowers like to bask in the sun best, and they can also bring the new year's goods in the new year. It's killing two birds with one stone!

Autumn is the happiest season for farmers' uncles, because it is a harvest season. Farmers' uncles are happy to come to the farmland to harvest crops. Some carry laundry baskets, others carry burdens and carry fruits home one by one. After that, they began to prepare for winter.

In winter, the fields are all white, and Chinese cabbage is planted in the fields. Why are these Chinese cabbages not afraid of cold? It turns out that Chinese cabbage is protected by several protective films, so the most common crop in winter is Chinese cabbage, which is also my favorite vegetable.

This is the field scenery of our village all year round. Although it is not as noisy and bustling as a big city, I like this tranquility very much.