The story of corn harvest is 200 words to 3 10 words.

The black corn planted by dad is ripe.

In the morning, I followed my father to harvest corn.

Ah! How tall the corn is! It may be 3 meters high. The corn on the cob is thick and big, and some have black faces. I can't wait to jump off the ground. Dad picked up a shovel and threw me a corn. I picked up the corn, stepped on the corn stalk with my foot, and broke the corn cob with my hand. I heard a click and the corn cob fell off. I picked up the corn and peeled it layer by layer. Wow! What a beautiful popcorn!

In this way, we can finish harvesting corn soon. Dad asked me to move the corn to the sun. I can't take it, just put it in my skirt. Just one step, a corn fell. I bent down to pick it up. Unexpectedly, another corn fell. I had to put the corn in my skirt and pick it up in the sun. composition

Dad smiled and said, "Look at you, you can't do such a small job well!" " "

I said, "I'm still young. When I grow up, I will catch up with you! " "Say that finish, I smiled, and my father smiled from ear to ear. composition

Break corn cob

Autumn is coming, which is the happiest season for farmers, because they have harvested the fruits of their labor.

On Sunday, I followed my father to grandma's house to help her collect corn. I had a good time all the way. While humming a ditty, I imagined harvesting corn. At the thought of golden corn everywhere, my heart has already flown to the cornfield.

But when I get to the cornfield, I really want to go home-the sun shines on my face, and people who are stuck in cornstalks are very uncomfortable. There are flies and moths everywhere, as well as scary spiders and caterpillars. How terrible!

Uncle said: "You break the outermost layer, and you don't stab people outside." I have to learn to tear off the skin wrapped on the ear of corn like an adult. composition

Ah, suddenly a scary little caterpillar appeared in the ear of corn, and the meat mumbled and climbed into my hand. I feel more and more nervous and scared. Every time I break one, my hands are shaking and my heart is about to jump out. It has been broken for more than a dozen times in a row, and I dare not break it again. Grandpa asked me to go back to the field.

The wild flowers on the roadside are really beautiful, red, yellow, purple and white.

Grandpa, dad, they have broken up for a long time. Although I am not afraid, I still dare not go to the fields.

I think: it is really difficult for farmers to break corn. If only I could invent a machine for breaking corn!

I like corn in my hometown.

I like corn in my hometown. My hometown is a place rich in sugarcane, rice and peanuts. But I still like the corn in my hometown best. When the flowers bloom, spring comes, and the farmer's uncle scatters corn seeds into the already loosened fields. After the seeds have eaten enough nutrition in the ground, they stick their heads out in droves and stretch out a small leaf roll. After about two or three weeks, the corn has sprouted and grown leaves, and the leaves of the corn are swaying in the wind, just like a slim girl dancing in the field. After more than a month, the leaves of corn are more lush, and the thick corn stalks are particularly energetic under the moisture of rain and dew. In a blink of an eye, summer came and the whole field became a green ocean. The breeze blows, and corn leaves come and go, like waves in the sea. The waves are green, green and bright. The corn on the cob has long and thin hairs on its head, just like grandpa's brown beard. Teacher Qiu brought the joy of harvest. The corn in the field is ripe, and the golden corn is hanging on the corn stalk. The granules are full, and they are greedy at first sight. The farmer's uncle happily came to his field to collect corn. After harvesting corn, children always urge adults to cook corn. Corn is very fragrant, slightly sweet and has an endless aftertaste. I like corn in my hometown.

Green little kingdom

Harvest Corn The black corn planted by Hao Chen's father in Class 3 (4) of No.1 Complete Primary School in Weixian County, Hebei Province is ripe. In the morning, I followed my father to harvest corn. Ah! How tall the corn is! It may be 3 meters high. The corn on the cob is thick and big, and some have black faces. I can't wait to jump off the ground. Dad picked up a shovel and threw me a corn. I picked up the corn, stepped on the corn stalk with my foot, and broke the corn cob with my hand. I heard a click and the corn cob fell off. I picked up the corn and peeled it layer by layer. Wow! What a beautiful popcorn! In this way, we can finish harvesting corn soon. Dad asked me to move the corn to the sun. I can't take it, just put it in my skirt. Just one step, a corn fell. I bent down to pick it up. Unexpectedly, another corn fell. I had to put the corn in my skirt and pick it up in the sun. Dad smiled and said, "Look at you, you can't do such a small job well!" " "I said," I am still young. When I grow up, I will catch up with you! " "Say that finish, I smiled, and my father smiled from ear to ear. Instructor: Jiang Ruihua

Had a meaningful Mid-Autumn Festival.

2065438+September 22, 2003

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Wednesday

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. My parents and I are going to my hometown in the country for our holiday. composition

As soon as I got home, I heard grandma say that grandpa had gone to the field to collect corn. My father and I put down our things and ran to the field. As soon as we got to the field, my father began to work. Because it was the first time for me to break corn, my grandfather taught me to say, "Peel the leaves next to the corn first, then grab the corn's head and break it off quickly and forcefully." After listening to this, I immediately began to work, but after only a short time, I was so tired that I was out of breath and weak that I had to send the corn broken by my father and grandfather to a tricycle. Soon, I was itchy all over, and the small thorns on the leaves were punctured! As soon as I shook myself, the itch went down. In this way, it took us a long time to harvest the corn, and it took two carts to pull the corn home.

Looking at so much corn, the whole family showed a bright smile on their faces. I think: so much corn was bought by my grandfather, so I should cherish it. These corns will be fine if they are not harvested. You have to peel off the skin to dry, and then peel off the corn kernels and beat them into flour. composition

Although this Mid-Autumn Festival is a little tired, I know the harvest is not so easy.

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The beautiful scenery of the small village

Growing up, I seldom go sightseeing, so I have never seen the height of the mountain or the width of the sea. The most beautiful scenery I have ever seen belongs to the small village where my aunt lives.

This is a small village with only one hundred families. Although this place is small, the scenery is really good.

Not far from the village, you will feel refreshed, because there are many lakes around the village, which are like the village's protectors, one after another, connected into one. A breeze blew, rippling on the lake, just like a naughty child slapping Shui Piao. The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the winter depression is gone, but everything is reviving and full of vitality. You see, the wicker by the lake has grown green buds, rippling from time to time, showing off her new clothes! I don't know why, there are few people in this small village, but the scenery is beautiful. There are many small mounds around the village, one high and one low, like waves. The mountains are covered with green grass. From a distance, they look like green waves written by artists.

Summer has come, and the burning sun is high in the air. Even so, it can't stop people from playing. There are all kinds of trees on some small mounds here, including locust trees, peach trees, pear trees, and unknown and unheard-of sugar pomegranate trees ... you don't have to worry about being exposed to strong sunlight when you shuttle through these trees. The trees are full of shady places, and even the ground is covered with green weeds. Of course, you will also see many wild flowers. These flowers are not big, and I can't name them. There are also some. composition

As Lao She said, "How can Qingdao people forget to go to sea?" I also want to say, "How can people here forget to go to the lake?" The lake is full of lotus flowers, pink and white, which is very surprising and attractive to me, who has rarely seen lotus flowers. The lake is crystal clear and feels shallow. Every summer, people here jump into the lake to swim. The cool lake makes people feel very comfortable. Adults who come back from work and children who come back from school like to jump into the lake to wash away fatigue and smelly sweat. Friend, don't you want to come here?

"Autumn is the harvest season", which is true. It's just autumn, the weather hasn't turned cold yet, the leaves are still shaking, and the fruit trees are bearing fruit, especially the jujube, like a shy little girl, half of her face is red. You can take it off and taste it. It's a little sad when eating! In a few days, the pear tree will bear fruit. These pears are very small. At first glance, they look like ginseng fruit. Have a taste. It's sweet and full of water. If you come here when harvesting corn, you will get a lot of harvest: wild grapes, small and fiery red, look like small peppers, and it is sweet to eat a bunch; There are some unknown fruit trees that you have never seen or heard of. What's more, they taste from nature and you have never eaten them. composition

Winter is coming, it's better to snow. Cover this small village with a layer of white gauze. It is better to do this, and then you can see a small village wrapped in silver, like a villa, more like the fairy tale feeling of Santa Claus. It's cold in winter, and it won't lose its vitality here. The lake was frozen and all the children came. Because it is remote and the temperature is low, there is a thick layer of ice on the lake. They slip on it, and some throw stones to see who throws it far.

This is a beautiful small village, not very impressive, but also beautiful. I like it here. I like this beautiful little village.

Mid-Autumn Festival

I like the artistic conception of Mid-Autumn Festival. Every year can bring me new feelings, new experiences and new gains. I am willing to feel the care of my loved ones in this artistic conception, taste the philosophy of life, experience the ever-changing changes in my hometown, and enjoy this family happiness forever.

Today is August 15, which is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation-Mid-Autumn Festival. When the Mid-Autumn Festival comes every year, it is harvest time. The beans and rice are ripe. Looking around, it's like a golden ocean. Looking at the thriving scene, I can't say how happy I am. In order to celebrate this beautiful festival, the school also had a day off. My father drove my mother and me to the field to harvest corn in a tractor. One corn cob is thick and big, and some have already broken the corn cob, so it is boring to break the corn cob. Mother dialed peanuts and said with a smile, "I'll tell you a riddle." Guess: white house, red curtains, a white fat man sleeping in it. " I said "peanuts" without thinking. Ok, today we will put the white fat man in the pot to cook. In this way, our family is happy and busy, and it has been half a day before we know it. In the evening, sitting in the bright moonlight, there are moon cakes, apples, delicious peanuts and corn on the table, enjoying the rich food and the beautiful moonlit night. Layers of clear skies in the sky are like smoke and fog, shrouded in moonlight. The moon halo is like a matchmaker between a full moon and a clear sky, holding it in the middle and gently circling it, which is neither a presumptuous guest nor charming. I like the artistic conception of Mid-Autumn Festival. Every year can bring me new feelings, new experiences and new gains. I am willing to feel the care of my loved ones in this artistic conception, taste the philosophy of life, experience the ever-changing changes in my hometown, and enjoy this family happiness forever. (4)

Rural scenery

Rural scenery

My hometown is Li Qian Village, Wangcundian Township, Pingyuan County, Dezhou City, Shandong Province. It is located on the plain and has fertile yellow land. A large number of crops with high demand for land have been planted, instead of fruit trees that can bear big and sweet fruits even in barren hills. It's a pity to plant fruit trees that can grow in cracks in stones because of such a good land. So I grow crops in good soil, such as wheat, corn and vegetables; Where there is sand, cotton and watermelon are planted in turn. This can avoid watermelon water shortage and cotton aphid disease. I also planted corn and reeds on one side of the river bank in the east of the village, which can not only collect grain but also prevent floods. It's killing two birds with one stone.

Grandpa planted a lot of things in his yard. Pumpkins are planted near the south wall, and the seedlings have climbed to the front roof. When it's time to harvest pumpkins, you have to climb on the roof. Luffa and Bitter Melon planted in the Western Wall, the melon seedlings are led around the yard by ropes. You can't eat all the loofah and bitter gourd, and sometimes you will be hit by a melon if you walk carelessly. Grandpa will distribute them to the neighbors. Grandpa also planted eggplant, tomatoes and peppers in the yard ... red, green and purple, long and round ... this is simply a realistic version of the country people!

Grandpa's house has three parts. The biggest place to live is the newly-built tile house; A room with pesticides and farm tools, half brick and half adobe; There is also a storage room with "Zhazitou", the oldest, which is an all-adobe house. composition

The most interesting thing about grandpa's house is the bellows. There is a saying: "One person hangs around and one person fills his head." Hey, hey, shake it. "I believe that only people in the 1970s can understand Roar and Slag Head. Forget what this is. Look at the meaning in the sentence first. There are two "one person". They must be doing something together. " One person is shaking and the other is mending his head. "If you have common sense of rural life, you will know that" Woohoo "is a rare old-fashioned hand-pulled bellows (also called wind lift) and" slag head "is a kind of dried corn root that can be burned. Because the country uses an earthen stove, one person puts corn stalks into the stove and one person pulls the bellows. " Goo-goo-da, woo-wow-wow "is the sound made by bellows.

The bellows as a whole is a big wooden box, seemingly simple, but there are complex scientific principles hidden inside. Let's talk about the structure of bellows first; On the left side of the bellows, there is a small piece of wood hanging on the lower left. It is outside the bellows and can only be opened outwards, not inwards. Its right side is covered with a small hole (air outlet) in the bellows, and its left side is a larger hole in the furnace cavity. On the right side of the bellows, there is a small square hole (air inlet) in the lower right corner of the wall. There is a small wood chip in the square hole, which can only be opened inward, not outward. There is a small drawer for seasoning above the front of the bellows. Below the small drawer is a pull rod. Part of the pull rod is in the box, connected to a square board with a feather wrapped around it. The "hairy head" can move back and forth in the box and form a sealed space in front of it. As soon as the pull rod is pulled, the bellows begins to suck air, and the small wood chips on the right side of the bellows are blown up by the gas, and the small wood chips on the left side fall off and get stuck outside the bellows, and the gas enters the bellows; When the pull rod is pushed, the bellows begins to blow. At this time, the small piece of wood on the right fell and got stuck in the bellows, and the small piece of wood on the left was blown up. The wind enters the furnace from here, and the fire burns very brightly. There is also a hole in the stove, which leads to another good thing-kang. Whenever cooking with fire, the smoke and heat in the stove are discharged outside through the kang. composition

A heatable adobe sleeping platform is a kind of bed, which is a big cuboid made of bricks or adobe. In order to make full use of heat, there is a winding flue under the kang. Smoke and heat travel back and forth in the passage under the kang, so that the kang is heated evenly, and then discharged out of the house through the chimney. In this way, cooking and kang burning can be carried out at the same time, which can save energy. There is also a fire mouth under the front of the kang, which can heat the kang independently.

The village is also very interesting. I feed pigs with other children in the village, and sometimes I poke the pig's big fat ass with a wooden stick; When we go herding sheep with them, we will chase the sheep together and even ride on their backs. It's a little disgusting to watch cows eat grass. Cow's mouth always chews up the grass that has been eaten in the stomach, and then spits it back into the mouth before chewing. This is called "rumination" and it is a way to digest food. Hey! It's really disgusting.

I also touched a black donkey and didn't let it kick. There are several ducks swimming around in the pond, and sometimes there are geese to join in the fun. This is really a goose and duck swimming.

I almost did something bad once. I climbed a crank tractor with two children. A girl about my age can't shake it, and neither can another five-year-old boy. I shook it a few times, and the car was stopped by the owner as soon as the engine rang. What a pity! It will start in about a few seconds!

The village is surrounded by fields. There are large vegetable fields and fruit trees in the north, watermelon fields, wheat fields and corn fields in the east, pear trees, apple trees and wheat-corn rotation fields in the south, and the road into the city (Dezhou City) and endless wheat fields in the west. The harvest must be good. It's a big granary. There is also a large cotton field in the north of the village that can't be seen. How many quilts can you make when the harvest is good?

May and June are the season of wheat ripening. Wheat was sown in June of the following year. Plant corn in the harvested wheat fields in June, and then plant wheat in the fields in 10. This is called "crop rotation". Cotton rich in Texas is sown in March and harvested in summer and autumn. Cotton harvesting is not like harvesting corn and wheat at one time. After cotton is opened, it will continue to harvest in the field. This process will last for a month or two.

There is another river in the east of my hometown village, called Ma Jiahe. In the past, this river was very wide, with fish, shrimp, snails and turtles. Once, the paper mills in the upper reaches of the river discharged sewage into the river, polluting Ma Jiahe. The river turned black and smelly, and all the fish and shrimps died. The flow of Majia River is also small, and a tributary has dried up and turned into a dry ditch. What a pity this river is! If it weren't for those paper mills, the ecological environment of the village wouldn't be so seriously damaged and the tributaries wouldn't be cut off. Just raising fish in the river will also make a lot of money. Picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelon! What a pity! What a pity! Now, Majia River has become clear after treatment! The waterfowl is back! Fish and shrimp are back! There are reeds by the river and green grass in the water. I hope Ma Jiahe will recover its former vitality as soon as possible!

In winter, my hometown is covered with snow. Summer is green; Autumn is fruitful and fragrant. But I have never seen spring in my hometown. I will definitely go to see her spring when I have a chance to enjoy it!