An essay describing mother's work in the field.

1. The day I worked in the field, the hard work in the field was unimaginable to people who had not experienced it personally.

Children born in peasant families seem to be inseparable from field work from the moment they can master it. Even at school age, after school and weekends are natural field work hours.

Holidays in rural schools have been humanized, including busy wheat holidays and busy autumn holidays, which are fixed in senior high schools to cooperate with parents' planting. Many people who work in cities also have to go home to help during the busy farming season.

Even if you don't contribute in the field, you will help cook and burn the water pipe yard at home. Neighbors often make fun of these city people who are being repaired at this time.

Jokes are an indisputable fact. If you leave the stadium and don't work for a long time, you really can't bend over and eat that kind of pain. When I first came into contact with farming, of course, my parents wanted to go to the fields. When no one looked after their children, they took them to the fields. When children are really bored, they also find something to do.

For example, picking up lost ears of wheat, falling beans and so on, if it is a little bigger, it may have a small basket of its own, perhaps the basket that grandma caged when she was weaving. It turned out to be latitude circle's, a small and exquisite one hanging on the loom, which is really a toy. Every child seems to have had such a small basket, carrying it in the fields by the roadside to pick up the lost harvest.

At first, it was natural to play, as long as it didn't disturb others' work, it was taken by my brother and sister. With the growth of age, the basket will become bigger and bigger, and we should do ordinary things as serious things.

Cutting grass, picking wheat, cutting peanuts and sweet potatoes ... The child who goes out must have his own basket on his arm, which also means that he shares some tasks of the family and assumes a responsibility of the family. Most of the children on the farm have a long childhood, picking vegetables for pigs in the early morning, weeding in the fields under the scorching sun, carrying a full straw basket, lifting their heads to see the road, and tiptoeing home only to see the lush years.

The shovel handle for mowing grass hooks the rope loop on the basket handle, so that people can squat down and carry the grass basket on their shoulders, and sometimes even ask their companions to help them carry it on their shoulders. We are all children who like to compare strength and win or lose, and mowing the grass together is the best skill.

Of course, grab as much grass as possible and put it in your basket. Even if you are overwhelmed by fear, you will grit your teeth and persist in resisting going home, just letting the grass basket in the yard fall to the ground and breathe again.

Wipe the sweat from your forehead, pick up the ladle and swallow it in one breath. Looking for grass everywhere in the field and cutting grass in the hot corn field disappeared with that pot of cold water.

If you were weeding in your own field, you wouldn't be so free. You should carefully look at the past according to the boundary and ridge, don't let go of any grass, even the grass buds that have just come out of the ground, and shovel them off with a shovel. Either squatting or bending, working in this posture for a day really makes people want to escape.

It will be much more comfortable to hoe the ground, at least you can do things straight. Only when the crops are small and it is necessary to loosen the soil and mow the grass, will they generally hoe the ground. Although I am not tired in posture, I can't stand it physically, and my arms will be too sour to lift at the end of the day.

Insects may grow during the growth of any crop, so it is necessary to apply pesticides. Carry the medicine bucket on your back, carry the bucket and well rope to the ground, draw water from the well and fill the medicine bucket. Because the dosage of medicine should be roughly calculated, carefully pour the medicine into the bottle cap and then into the medicine barrel, and the clear water will immediately become a milky white solution.

Pick up the medicine barrels and spray them one by one. The smell of dichlorvos is not strong, even a little sweet. Who quarrels, who is angry and who drinks pesticides is really not news in the village.

It may also be that many people are not prepared for this sweet confusion. If the bucket just leaks into the clothes, pesticide poisoning will also occur. Although the barrel of medicine is really heavy on my shoulders, I still like this job, because when I press the medicine stick up and down with my left hand and watch the medicine spray on the leaves of crops, I will have a great sense of accomplishment.

And the medicine bucket on my back will decrease rapidly with the frequency of my left hand speeding up, and a benign reaction will prompt me to subconsciously speed up the movements of my hands. In autumn, when crops are about to mature, a batch of stems and leaves of crops will be harvested in advance as livestock feed.

For example, corn leaves, sweet potato seedlings and even peanut leaves will all squat in the ground and grab them one by one. This kind of work is usually the task of us small children.

The leaves of corn are astringent and sharp, which will scratch your hands if you are not careful, while the leaves of corn at high places will scratch your face or neck if you are not careful. I don't like this job generally, but it feels good to brush all the leaves under the ear of corn with my right hand.

Put a cool leaf under your left armpit until it can't hold, then send it to the ground to pile up and wait for your parents to come and pull it home by car. In fact, the farm work I don't want to do, after I really get started, the fun of labor itself will make me forget my original unhappiness, and the more I work, the more energetic I am.

No matter how careful you are, scratches on your arms, face or neck are inevitable after work. Sweet potato seedlings need to be cut with a sickle. After cutting, the fallen leaves should be pulled home with a rake, because this is the best feed for livestock.

Often because of inattention, I cut my big toe or my shoes. At this time, it is usually to squeeze a handful of dry soil on the bleeding wound. At first, you can see the blood pouring out quickly soaked the dry soil, but it didn't take long for the blood to stop.

Strangely, I didn't even know there was a bacterial infection at that time, but nothing happened. What my parents told me was, don't let the wound get wet, and be careful to collect pus.

Think of the children who grew up in the fields at that time. Their bodies are really strong! The harvest season is actually the most bitter, and the so-called joy of harvest is not something that children can understand. Harvest also means heavy physical labor. It is inevitable that children will complain when they work like adults, but parents always say, I have no problem with doing this for another month! I really didn't understand it at that time. Later, a genius suddenly realized that one more day will yield one more day! I'm afraid I can't put anything down at home after harvesting like this for another month. .

2. A 200-word composition describing mother's work to help her do things.

Today, my mother told my aunt to wash the car. I said to help them wash the car, and my mother agreed. We first went upstairs and loaded a bucket of water, car wash liquid, towel and car wash sponge, and then drove to the car wash. We parked the car and got ready to go. Mom turned on the power first. I picked up the high-pressure water gun next to me, pressed the switch and started spraying water on the car. With a swish, the slender water jet came out quickly and powerfully. I followed my mother's example and started spraying water with a water gun.

Wash the car with clean water first, then pour a few bottles of car wash liquid into the washbasin and spray it with a water gun, and a washbasin will be filled with foam immediately. We soaked the sponge in the foam, picked it up and began to clean the car. Wipe your body first, back and forth. I only rubbed it a few times and the sponge turned black. I hurried to clean it up and then wiped it. After repeated several times, we finally cleaned the car, and then we washed it with a water gun. Finally dry it with a towel. The outside of the car was very clean, so we took out the cushions inside the car, washed them and dried them.

After more than an hour of hard work, my car is clean inside and out! It's really tiring and happy to look at the fruits of your labor. Grandma praised me as a good boy and gave me four chocolates.

3. The scene of my mother's work (composition) In the afternoon, the school ended unconsciously, and there was a strong wind in the university, hitting my face one by one, leaving no feeling.

Alas, it's Friday again, and the teacher assigned a lot of homework, saying that bringing papers today made me worry for nothing. I didn't pass the exam, and the teacher asked my family to sign it. This strange weather made me extremely worried.

Unconsciously, I walked to the station and thought to myself, if only I didn't make my parents angry! Thinking about the bus, I came. When I got on the bus, I was still thinking about how to deal with my parents. Suddenly, the conversation between a father and son sitting in front of me gave me great inspiration. The child said, "I promise to take the next exam 100." "Guarantee" means guarantee. Finally, I came up with an idea!

Write a 600-word composition describing my mother's hard-working life. My mother is an ordinary person. She is not tall, and her gentle eyes look kind. Usually quiet, she is a hardworking and kind housewife. As long as the floor at home is a little dirty, my mother will pick up the broom and mop until the floor is polished to reflect people's shadows.

Mom also has a pair of dexterous hands. Once, my pants were a little rotten and I didn't want to wear them, so I had to pester my mother to buy me new ones. My mother wouldn't buy it for me, so she took out her sewing basket and patched up the rotten place. She skillfully embroidered a bear, and the rotten place happened to be one of the bear's eyes. After I put it on, many students asked me where I bought it. I proudly said, "this is a love card, you can't buy it!" " "

Some time ago, sandbags were popular in schools. The students all buy ready-made goods in the shop. I asked my mother for money and bought one. Mom said, "It's not necessary. Wait a minute, I'll sew one for you. " I saw my mother looking for some rags and flying needles, which dazzled me. It only takes a few minutes to sew. My mother embroidered a small flower on it, which was copied by powder powder. Com to save this marked flower and some green leaves. That's not a sandbag, it's obviously a work of art, and I can't bear to throw it!

I love my mother, and I love her industrious and dexterous hands more.

Because my father worked outside as an adult, my mother had to take on the responsibility of the whole family alone. When I was a child, I was only five years old. My younger brother, two years younger than me, watched my mother go out to work in the fields early every day. Every morning, my mother gets up early before dawn to make breakfast for me, and then she doesn't eat it herself. She told me to take good care of my brother when I woke up, and then left.

My mother goes out to work every day and is full of sweat every day. But my mother works hard for us. Every day, my mother's wrinkles have increased a lot, and many cocoons have been ground on her hands, which makes us very distressed. But whenever I want to help my mother, my mother says there is nothing I can do. Day after day, my mother became haggard, but she was still so kind.

5. I feel my parents have worked hard for more than 300 words. Everyone often says, "Father loves mountains, and maternal love is like water." My father is like a mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and my mother is like a deep pool, dedicated to me.

In order to bring me up, my parents willingly gave their all. Now, as a sixth-grade student, I feel your love for your daughter more deeply. You have done your best to dress warmly so that I can eat well; You work hard for my study. ...

One year, when I was playing at my grandmother's house, I accidentally fell down and broke out in pain. When my parents heard the news, they quickly interrupted their business and came from an important client to take me to the hospital, which delayed a major event. When I arrived at the hospital, you carried my photos and laboratory tests from the second floor to the sixth floor, and from the sixth floor to the second floor ... My father was old and I grew up, and I could feel my father's panting. Feel dad's heavy footsteps; I feel how anxious my father is. I was really touched at that time.

Mom and Dad, I have grown from a few kilograms when I was born to dozens of kilograms now, from a child who knows nothing to an excellent student. How much effort you have devoted to me in the past ten years! But how can I repay you? I know that it is probably the best way to repay only with excellent grades and excellent performances.

Thank you, gentle and virtuous mother! Thank you, smart dad! I love you! Love you forever!

6. Mother at Work Composition 350 My first mother is all I have. She gave me not only life, but also many things that I can't use up in my life.

Every morning, I wake up and see my mother. Every night, before I go to sleep, I also see my mother. When I was a child, my mother and I were inseparable, just like being stuck together by double-sided tape. When I grow up, I will be more or less rebellious. After every quarrel, my mother's silence breaks my heart. My favorite is my mother, and it will never change.

My mother is a hard-working person, so she can't mop the floor every day. Although my mother is very tired, she will bite her teeth and drag the floor reluctantly.

When I was a child, my mother once told me: If you shift the spirit of watching TV to your study, your study will be very good. At that time, I was unconvinced. I only thought about how to refute my mother, and I didn't think about my mother's words at all. Now that I think about it, it was really stupid. If I had listened to my mother, my mother wouldn't be so angry.

How warm the word "mom" sounds, like the warm sunshine in spring, shining on my heart. My mother gave me life and let me feel all the beautiful things in the world. I thank my mother!

7. My mother is very hardworking. Once, my mother and I played at my grandmother's house. My mother works on the mountain. Suddenly, a strong wind blew. It was sunny just now, but now it's gloomy. After a while, the voice became louder and louder, and my mother hasn't come home yet.

I took an umbrella to find my mother. In a big wheat field, I saw my mother in the distance. She is bending down to dig. I went to call my mother home. She said, "Time is running out. I have to dig the soil quickly. It's raining hard. Please hurry home! " ! Be obedient, good boy. "

After returning home, I saw my mother dragging her tired body home in the rain. My grandmother quickly took a towel and told her to dry the rain on her face and head. Some people told her to take off her wet clothes and put on clean clothes in case she caught a cold. Looking at such an embarrassed mother, I really don't feel good.

My mother is determined and never afraid. She often tells me, "You can only become a master if you suffer. As long as you work hard, you will definitely get a happy life. "

I love you-hardworking mother.

8. An essay describing my mother's demeanor and movements at work, 100. At this time, my mother stood not far away and gently hugged me with her calm and warm eyes. I saw my mother have an indescribable warmth under the halo, and I watched her carefully for a moment. She seems to be different from the mother she remembers. The original black hair grew a few white hairs, which stung her eyes and crawled out of the corner of her eye under the reflection of light. Tiny wrinkles and fat body make me surprised and annoyed. I found my mother getting old. I simply thought that I was the only one who grew up, and my mother would stay in my memory forever. However, the slightly upturned radian of her mouth reveals a faint quiet smile at this time, which makes me overlap the girl in my memory in a trance.

All our children now have a warm, happy and fulfilling childhood. Have you ever wondered what our mother's childhood was like? Hard and happy? If you want to know the answer, please talk to our mother.

My mother once told me that in hot summer, cicadas kept calling in the tree: "cicadas, cicadas …" Dogs stuck out their tongues all day, and chickens hung their wings and hid in the corner to enjoy the cool. My mother has been working in the field, unlike us sitting in the room eating popsicles and watching TV.

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening when my mother came back from the field. When I get home, I have to help her mother cook, and I can't rest for a moment.

There are few dishes and almost no meat for dinner, but we eat big fish and big meat. After dinner, mother will clear the table, wash dishes and wash chopsticks. She can't rest until eight or nine o'clock, go to bed after ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and endure mosquito bites.

Get up at five o'clock in the morning to cook, and then walk to school by yourself. It's several kilometers from home to school, so I eat my own food at noon.

My mother is going to work in other people's homes on weekends, and she doesn't earn much money for a day. My mother graduated from the fifth grade because the family had no money to send her to school.

When my mother is free, she will find some friends, go to open places to play with mud and build castles. Sometimes, I go to the fields to catch crickets and play cricket with my friends. Sometimes I play some games, such as playing house, throwing handkerchiefs, simulating war and so on. The most interesting thing is that once, they played hide-and-seek in an empty place.

A little boy catches it, while others hide it. Mother had a brainwave and put her straw hat on a stake to disguise it. Below the stake is a paddy field.

The little boy thought his mother was hiding there and reached for it. She accidentally slipped and fell into the ground, covered in mud. Everyone laughed.

My mother's childhood was both bitter and sweet. Our childhood is much better than my mother's. We must study harder and never let my mother down.