Essay on "Garden Notes"

Have you all written a composition in your real study and work? Essay usually refers to a genre of prose, which is recorded at will, lyrical, narrative or commentary, and has a short length. Want to know more about prose? The following is my collection of "Garden Notes" essays, for reference only, welcome to read.

The sketch "Notes on the Garden" 1 says it is a vegetable garden, but it is actually an idle place on campus. Because it has not yet become a playground, it is full of unscrupulous weeds, which is likely to occupy the whole playground. Idle is idle. One day, teachers had a whim and began to give it advice, ready to make it come in handy and make some contributions to poor teachers.

After many heated discussions, the teachers agreed to plant some vegetables and other crops, and even suggested planting some small flowers and grass. It is said that it is both a vegetable garden and a garden, which not only meets the needs of the stomach, but also gives the vision a beautiful enjoyment. Why not? The idea is yes, everyone will do it, and you will divide it up one by one.

However, it is not an easy task to transform the wasteland into a vegetable garden: weeds are overgrown, bricks and gravel are everywhere, and people and animals trample on them very badly. It seems impossible to make a dream come true without spending some time. Too many teachers and cooks clean up the sundries first, and then remove the weeds. Easier said than done, we have spent a lot of time and sweat. As the hoe in your hand dances up and down, fresh soil is spread out in front of you, smelling the fragrance of the soil and dreaming of harvest. All fatigue becomes insignificant, and you are more and more motivated and confident. After several days of hard work, the clods were finally leveled. In the face of a vegetable garden that has begun to take shape, all I can think about is the most glorious labor and sense of accomplishment.

A year's plan starts with spring. In late spring, it's time to sow. Everyone borrowed oxen and plows from the villagers' homes next to the school, ready to turn over the soil. But I don't know why, the cows always don't listen and run around the ground. We have to work together: one leads the cow in front and the other plows the field behind. But it is still not easy. As a result, the plow broke down before it finished plowing the soil. Fortunately, the simple fellow villagers said they didn't want us to compensate for anything, or they would lose money. The rest, afraid to disturb the hard-working and silently dedicated ox, had to carry forward the spirit of not being afraid of hardship and fatigue and dig the ground with a hoe. At this time, the students sent seedlings from home, including peppers, eggplants, cucumbers and tomatoes. Seeing the teacher's clumsy appearance, the students all helped to plant it. A week later, the vegetable garden looks good.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that labor is not an easy job. It's true. In the spring season, we should loosen the soil, sow, fertilize and weed quickly. We dare not treat every farm work lightly and serve it carefully, for fear of making mistakes and giving up all our previous efforts. Take the cultivation of potatoes as an example. Seeds are planted in the soil, and I run into the soil every day, hoping to see my masterpiece one day. But through the autumn water, I can't see anything. I couldn't wait, so I quietly took a look at the dirt with my hand. I can see at a glance that the seeds have grown fat buds in vain. So I quickly covered the soil for fear that others would see the machines in the open air. Since then, my heart has been much more practical, just waiting for the day when I broke ground. As expected, after a spring rain, many green shoots emerged shyly from the soil. These new shoots are like newborn babies, fat and full of vitality, and they look the same every day. The teachers were secretly pleased, so they came to the vegetable garden after dinner, looked at it here and there, and commented on who was good-looking and who was good-looking.

Since then, everyone has a concern. Sneak into the garden every day to see if it grows taller again, or if there are any surprises. In hot summer, every time we look at the scorching sun, everyone is busy watering the vegetable garden, taking time to loosen the soil, fertilize and weed. In order to better serve these treasures, we also specially learn skills from experienced villagers. After guidance, we finally learned the common sense of loosening soil, fertilizing and weeding. I don't know if I don't learn. I didn't expect that there was still a lot of knowledge in it. I don't say it, but I admire them in my heart. At the same time, I feel a little ashamed that I was born and raised in the countryside and didn't understand crops.

Summer is coming. Although there are no flowers and plants in the garden, there are many wild flowers, which are in harmony with the flowers of various vegetables, attracting many bees and butterflies to dance on the flowers, making people feel like they are in the garden, but this is a real garden. At this time, it is indeed a happy thing to take a favorite book, lie by the vegetable garden, read beautiful words, breathe fragrant air and enjoy this rare leisure.

As the saying goes, as you sow, you reap. Whenever three or five friends visit, you don't have to go to your neighbor's house to find food, and you don't have to worry about feeling ashamed of your friends because there is no good food. As long as you run to the vegetable garden, you will get something soon. You will have a basket full of potatoes, peppers, eggplant, cucumbers, tomatoes and so on. Everyone will prepare several dishes three times and five times, and then sit around the small dormitory, drinking small wine, tasting side dishes and reminiscing about old feelings. But I think my friends are happy because of my true feelings, and I am happy because I can bring happiness to my friends with my own hands. This is one of the great pleasures of life. (Chen) According to

"Garden Notes" Essay 2 Somehow, I remembered the vegetable garden in my hometown in the country. My home is on the hillside to the west of the village. There is no fence and there is a small slope in front of the house. Father cleared the slope, leaving only a narrow path. Father tidied up the vegetable fields, planted peppers, shallots, beans or eggplant, and then carried water from the ditch. Sweat soaked his back. Before long, the pepper gradually grew up. Green onions, beans and eggplant are really eye-catching. At that time, the production team was divided into private plots, but my vegetable fields were planted in my own yard. There were many children at home, and the captain couldn't say anything. My father often gives the vegetables he picked to his neighbors. When neighbors are humble, my dad always says, and-and don't mention it. In fact, as we all know, every family is not well-off and has no food. I often pull shallots and put them in sweet potato pancakes, which are delicious.

In the small town where I live, neighbors come from all directions, are unfamiliar with each other and don't communicate with each other. Go to work in a hurry every day and close the door when you get home. This reminds me of the vegetable garden in my hometown. Life at that time was bitter, but there was no pressure and pain that people are suffering now. Neighbors live in harmony and provide a sincere and calm.

There is a clearing not far from my new home, full of bricks and hills of garbage. I always turn my head in disgust when I come back from work. It is like a greasy plaster, sticking to the beautiful face of the city. One summer afternoon, I happened to find a small yellow flower growing in the clearing. The budding bud held her head high and looked at the clouds in the distance. I stopped in surprise. Xiaohua, like a tenacious weed, did not abandon the barrenness and filth of this land and settled in brick by brick. I think, if you open a small piece of land here and plant a few rapeseed, can you also grow your own vegetable garden and regain the calmness and leisure of the old farmers who return home?

I told this idea to my wife and a pair of children. They shook my arm happily. I acted immediately and bought shovels and spades from the market. I chose a small piece nearest to home, cleaned all the bricks, tiles and garbage, and then dug up this long-abandoned land. The wife also came to help, and the son kept smashing big clods with his little feet. There are blisters on my hands, and my daughter can't help laughing when she looks at me. Although I was born in the countryside and saw my father grow vegetables when I was a child, I never did much farm work. I spent my youth on campus.

Finally, the vegetable field was cleared up, and we planted the beans that children like best. I think, since then, our family has something new to do. In your spare time, you can go to the vegetable garden, catch insects or water beans.

About ten days later, I came back from other places. I was shocked again. The open space in front of the building was beyond recognition. Whose pepper is this? Its branches are full of small white flowers. Whose eggplant is it that grows so well? That vacant lot is full of plants and has really become a vegetable garden. A neighbor squatted in the garden, staring at tomatoes as if taking care of a newborn baby. Another neighbor put down his work and handed me a cigarette. We squatted on the ground, smoking cigarettes and talking about our vegetable garden.

There are many beans in my house. Neighbors began to pick vegetables to eat. The wife sent the extra beans to the neighbor's house; Neighbors also sent tomatoes, eggplant and so on. My family always sends it to your family, and your family sends it to my family. These vegetable markets are all available, and the prices are not expensive. Everyone has a good mood. Neighbors are getting familiar with it, squatting on the ground and chatting in their spare time, and sometimes even sitting at home. It seems that we have been neighbors for many years and have a lot to say.

When I came back from a business trip, my neighbor brought me bad news. This land has been auctioned to a developer, and a large entertainment city will be built here soon. This is a pity, which makes us very helpless. After all, this is a city, and none of us can stop its progress. My vegetable garden is doomed to disappear. It's actually only a matter of time.

Father called and said, now that I am old, I can't grow vegetables; Vegetable greenhouses have been widely planted in rural areas, and professional self-employed people grow vegetables. This makes me a little disappointed. I'm not worried about whether my father who no longer grows vegetables can eat delicious vegetables. Vegetables in the market are very cheap and there are many varieties. However, what does the father who no longer grows vegetables do in his spare time? Neighbors who are busy developing the economy still visit each other and love each other? Will they be separated from each other like small-town people? This really worries me and makes me miss the vegetable garden in my hometown.

There is an open space in my backyard, about eight square meters. Although small, it is an indispensable scenery. It is not only our "vegetable garden", but also our "paradise".

In the spring, my wife couldn't hold back her inner excitement, leveled the frozen soil for a winter, then hoed the ditch, bought some melons and vegetables seedlings cultivated by vegetable farmers in the market, and took care of them with great expectation. Fertilizing, planting trees, watering ... there are many processes. Looking at rows of neat tomato seedlings, pepper seedlings and cucumber seedlings nodding frequently under the touch of the spring breeze, our hearts can not help but overflow with endless warmth. In order to enrich the contents of the garden, my wife "adapted to local conditions", scattered amaranth seeds, planted beans and planted several sunflowers beside the vegetable fields.

In the evening, we always go to the small garden to have a look, water, weed and moisturize. Sometimes, we do nothing, just watch quietly and expect surprises. "People work hard to make treasures, but people are lazy to grow grass", and our efforts can always be recognized. Seeing those brand-new little heads popping out of the ground and looking at the world with surprise, our hearts are as sweet as drinking honey. Three-year-old children are also busy and in high spirits. There are always endless reasons for pointing and asking questions. Every time he goes into the water, he always comes to join in the fun and grab the water pipe. I'm afraid he'll rush at the vegetable root, so I'll guide him. It's cute to see him standing and squatting and focusing on watering vegetables. The rushing water rushed into the vegetable garden, nourishing the land and nourishing the seedlings. I seem to hear the sound of seedlings sucking and whispering.

No pains, no gains. Under our careful care, the vegetables and fruits in the garden grow gratifying and bring us different surprises and comforts every day. Small yellow flowers are in full bloom on cucumbers, clusters of small white flowers are in full bloom on peppers, and small purple flowers are in full bloom on eggplants ... and the trumpet-shaped pomegranate safflower on a tree next to the vegetable field is pitching and posing, which sets each other off. It makes people feel that this is not a vegetable garden, but a garden. What surprised me even more was that such a small vegetable garden attracted many bees and butterflies to dance around it. The wife couldn't help chanting, "The fragrant bees and butterflies come, and the elegant guests in the garden come." Seeing my wife's feelings, I am not to be outdone. I touched the scene and said, "The flowers in the garden compete to add beauty, and the butterflies among the flowers dance to help the harvest." After that, my wife and I smiled at each other. Unexpectedly, the vegetable garden has become our "literary garden".

"A flower in a crop depends entirely on fat." Supplementing vegetables with staged nutrition has become a part of our care for the vegetable garden. The careful wife also found a small bamboo pole to build a shelf for the cucumber, while the seedlings were given the steps to climb up, holding their heads high, as if full of energy. Not to be outdone, beans followed the bamboo pole desperately, as if they were competing with cucumbers. Amaranth is silent, enjoying its own space. The chubby pages glowed red, like a tired child, and his chubby face flew to Xia Hong.

Unconsciously, summer has arrived, and the vegetable garden is already a different scene. Fist-sized eggplant is watery and struggling to grow; Small bell-like peppers fall all over the branches; Tomatoes called "Love Apple" are green and red, and three or five are crowded together and whispering; The oil-skinned cucumber without thorns hangs meekly on the shelf, which is delicious. A cool breeze in Xu Lai, the fruit is hidden among the leaves, like playing hide and seek.

When cooking, my wife and I always go around the vegetable garden and pick some fresh peppers, cucumbers, eggplant, tomatoes, beans and so on. Eat your own pollution-free vegetables. My heart is very relaxed and comfortable, and my sense of accomplishment and happiness overflows. Sometimes when neighbors visit and see a small vegetable garden, they always want to boast, which makes my wife and I feel elated and a little carried away. When we leave, my wife and I always provide some fresh vegetables for them to share the joy of our harvest.

A once unremarkable clearing has now become a "supply station" for vegetables on our table and a "paradise" for life. In growing vegetables, we are grateful for the massiness of the land, enjoy the process of labor and feel the philosophy of life. We are really happy.