Grandma's farm work is explained in detail in 300 words.

1. I admire a person's composition of more than 400 words (doing farm work). I have admired a person since I was a child. My grandmother is the most admired person. She is a farmer.

My grandmother is not tall, dressed simply and very kind. She lives in a blue brick house with a small yard.

Although the place is small, her hardworking hands make her living environment very comfortable. Grandma planted many flowers and plants in the yard.

Wan Li is fragrant all year round. She also keeps chickens and cats. The chicken is very fat and looks very nutritious. Cats are good at catching mice.

Grandma is really an expert in poultry breeding. Grandma is very hardworking, busy from morning till night.

Every day, I get up early and do farm work in the dark. Every day just after breakfast, grandma has been carrying baskets and buckets to the vegetable field at home to grow vegetables and water them. I am so tired that I am sweating. Then, she went to pull vegetables. In a short time, one Chinese cabbage lay peacefully in the basket, and then she took it to the river to wash it before taking it home to eat.

Jiaozi in Ding Huachi is full of evil spirits, and grandma can grow vegetables! First, she loosened the soil with a hoe, then bent down, crushed the soil by hand, dug a small pit, put the rapeseed in the pit, covered it with soil, and gently poured a proper amount of water. Take care of them like children every day, and vegetables thrive.

When the sun was shining, I saw grandma's bean-sized sweat rolling down from her face into the soil. At this moment, I can't help but think of "weeding at noon and sweating."

This poem, I will eat all the dishes in my rice bowl every time I eat. Grandma used her own labor to create spiritual food and rich living materials for us.

Although she is an old woman, she still maintains the industrious quality peculiar to a farmer. How can I not admire her from the bottom of my heart? .

During the summer vacation, my parents and I went back to my hometown to visit my grandparents. It was a busy autumn harvest season, and we also helped harvest some crops when we went back.

On the field, I am obviously incompetent, and I don't know how to use my strength when doing heavy work. There, I finally understood the meaning of "I don't know how to use brute force", and my strength was not great. Our family used to grow crops, which was more than ten years ago. At that time, I was still young and didn't learn to do more farm work. Later, my family moved to the county seat, and I seldom took part in farm work when I was a student.

My grandparents are traditional farmers in China. Now they are over 70 years old and are still working hard in their respective fields. Their old age can be clearly seen from their busy figures. They are too hard. Looking at them, I was thinking, without my own personal experience, it may be difficult to understand what others say about the hardships of farmers, although I am not a child who grew up in a big city, and I really haven't done much farm work.

In China, there are many farmers like grandparents and people who have worked hard all their lives. Thanks for your hard work, grandma and grandpa! Pay tribute to the industrious farmers in China.

Today, I went to my grandmother's house with my mother. The weather is clear and there are no clouds in Wan Li. Grandma and they are working in the field. It's autumn sowing season, rice is harvested, leaves turn yellow, and people begin to plant rape and wheat.

I also helped grandma pull out rape seedlings in the field. My mother said to me, "Pull along the roots, or the roots will be broken, so you can't plant them, because rape seedlings are very fragile, so be careful." I pulled it carefully and broke two or three. I thought to myself, it's a pity that the sapling has finally grown up and I pulled it down at once! I want to be more careful.

The sun is very big, and it makes me so hot! Today is my first time to do farm work. I am really tired! Grandma told me that the seedlings should be transplanted to the ground. By next spring, the seedlings will grow up, blossom and produce rapeseed, and then they will be harvested and transported to the factory for processing, which will become delicious oil.

This afternoon, my parents took me to grandma Zheng Hong's house to do farm work.

Grandma received us warmly. Next, we began to divide the work: grandma and mom and dad picked broad beans, grandpa watered the crops, and I was responsible for weeding.

Everyone's enthusiasm for work is high, and I also came to my workplace. Wow! There are too many weeds, so we have to hurry. I immediately shoveled the grass with a shovel, and in a short time, I cleared up a large area. I am really happy to see the fruits of my labor.

See how dad and others do it. In the broad bean field, grandma and mom and dad are picking broad beans quickly. The belly of the snakeskin bag has gradually bulged. I saw it, and my heart itched. I quietly put down my shovel and ran to pick broad beans. I am really happy to see the big and fat baby broad bean jumping between my hand and my schoolbag.

Look at grandpa again. He is watering the sweet potato Xin Wei. The sun shines on the water drops of Xin Wei's leaves, giving off a crystal light. Sweet potato Xin Wei stretched happily and shook her head, as if to say, "Oh, how comfortable! Thank you! "

Happy times are always short. Before you know it, it will be dark. At night, I dreamed that I became a big and fat baby broad bean, jumping around happily in the broad bean field. ...

Today, I went to my grandmother's house with my mother. The weather is clear and there are no clouds in Wan Li. Grandma and they are working in the field. It's autumn sowing season, rice is harvested, leaves turn yellow, and people begin to plant rape and wheat.

I also helped grandma pull out rape seedlings in the field. My mother said to me, "Pull along the roots, or the roots will be broken, so you can't plant them, because rape seedlings are very fragile, so be careful." I pulled it carefully and broke two or three. I thought to myself, it's a pity that the little seedling finally grew up and I pulled it out at once! I want to be more careful. The sun is very big, and it makes me so hot! Today is my first time to do farm work. I am really tired!

Grandma told me that the seedlings should be transplanted to the ground. By next spring, the seedlings will grow up, blossom and produce rapeseed, and then they will be harvested and transported to the factory for processing, which will become delicious oil.

I had a happy childhood. Everyone said that I was a girl who grew up in a honey pot. This is because I have a grandfather who loves me very much. His composition is 400 words. I know grandpa loves me the most among his four granddaughters. Whenever I am sad, I will lie on my grandfather and spoil him. Grandpa will always comfort me. I still can't forget this scene. I remember one summer vacation, I went back to my grandfather's house. There is a pomegranate tree in front of my grandfather's house, which is very bright. I begged grandpa to pick me a pomegranate flower. I am having a swell time. The neighbor's children saw it and asked me for it. I didn't want to give it, so he came to rob it. Suddenly, we started fighting for this pomegranate flower. We lost our footing and fell to the ground at the same time ... I cried and the children in the neighborhood began to cry. Grandpa heard the crying and quickly came out of the house, helped us up and wiped the dust off us. Grandpa asked the reason, then gave the pomegranate flower in my hand to the child, and picked a pomegranate flower from the tree for me, and told us that happiness should be shared by everyone. Because you share happiness with others, you will become happier. We both laughed happily. Grandpa likes fishing all morning. I often can't find him every morning. When grandpa came back from fishing, I pretended to be unhappy and said, What grandpa, why does he like fishing as much as dad? Grandpa always smiles and says: Your dad, he is still my inheritance! At this time, the whole family is always laughing. Unfortunately, it still fell on grandpa's head. One day, grandpa felt a terrible stomachache. The whole family immediately sent grandpa to the hospital. In the process of sending him to the hospital, a sense of foreboding hung over us all the time. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor examined grandpa's body and found that grandpa had stomach cancer, and it was still in the advanced stage. I couldn't accept this fact and cried, although I didn't know what cancer was at that time. But I saw from the helpless, disappointed and painful eyes of my family that grandpa had an incurable disease. I cried and asked my mother, mother, will grandpa get well? Mom didn't answer. A tear wetted the back of my hand. Although it is very hot, my heart is so cold at this moment. Grandpa didn't get rid of the huge black hand of death in the end. A year later, he left me and the people he loved. Grandpa, these two words will always be my memories now. Cherish what you like, cherish what you like, cherish what you like, and write grandpa's 400-word composition for middle school students. -inscription: the sun is about to set, and the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled on the earth, coating it with rouge. In the afterglow of the sunset, an old man stood straight and his shadow was long. He has been standing like this, looking at the distance with lonely eyes, thoughtful, I don't know what he is thinking. He is my grandfather. Grandpa is a very lonely person. Grandpa and grandma have a bad relationship. It stands to reason that when people get old, they will relax and want to enjoy their old age happily with their wives. But grandpa doesn't always scold grandma all day. He never put up with grandma. Even if grandma makes a little mistake, she will scold you for a long time. Usually, he will call you a dead old woman. I grew up with my grandmother until my grandfather scolded me. My grandmother is a very kind person. As far as I can remember, she never scolded me at all. Every time she comes to the scene, she will buy me pancakes, so I have loved my grandmother since I was a child. So, I never liked my grandfather. When I was young, I was too young to stand by and watch her scold her and look at her sad face. I will advise grandpa not to scold grandma. Just after persuasion, grandpa stopped cursing, and in a few days, he changed back to his original state and scolded grandma until she died. Our grandfather dare not scold. He can't even talk to us loudly. He always acts like a child. I don't like grandpa, so I hardly talk to him, and sometimes I am mean to him. I think he is really lonely, so I will take the initiative to talk to him, but the time is not long, because grandpa is always talking about things when he talks to me, which makes me lose interest in talking to him. Therefore, grandpa is alone almost all the time. Sometimes grandpa will take the initiative to talk to me, but when he sees that I ignore him, he will stop and stay in the room alone. Grandpa likes walking, maybe he. He was lonely because no one talked to him at home, so he took a walk to kill time. When grandpa walks, he always stops to look at the opposite sky for a while, then takes a few more steps and stops to look at the distance. Sometimes, he just stands and looks into the distance. I know he's thinking about grandma. In fact, grandpa loves grandma very much, but he chose the wrong expression. That's what I'm doing. Once a guest came to my house, and at the dinner table, somehow, I talked about grandma, and grandpa's tears flowed down as he said it. That was the first time I saw grandpa cry, really the first time. I've never seen grandpa cry. I know, grandpa really loves grandma! But grandma doesn't know and will never know. From then on, whenever she was mentioned, there were tears on grandpa's face. Therefore, we seldom mention grandma in front of grandpa. The old man stood in the sunset, and the afterglow of the sunset filled his whole body. He looked at the other side of the sky quietly, but kept looking.

7. First time doing farm work composition [first time doing farm work composition]

It was a day last summer. My parents and I went to the countryside to visit my grandparents and did farm work for the first time. When I arrived at my grandfather's house, I didn't see him, so I asked my grandmother, "Where's grandpa?" Grandma said, "I'm busy in the backyard garden!" " "I listened and ran to the vegetable field, and went to the vegetable field to have a look. Wow! The vegetables in the garden dazzled me. The green leek grows luxuriantly, and the wooden frame is covered with loofah, cucumber and wax gourd; And purple eggplant; There are also red tomatoes, and the pepper trees are covered with red and green peppers. Grandpa was busy picking peppers with his head buried, and his shirt was soaked with sweat. I quickly said: "Grandpa, you go to rest! "Call me this task." Grandpa looked at me, wiped the sweat on his face and said, "Can you do it?" I patted my chest and said, "I promise to finish the task!" " "All talk and no action. I picked it at random, and my grandfather stood by and watched. He quickly said, "No, no, you pick all the branches and leaves, and you won't plant peppers next time." Then, grandpa said to me earnestly, "Picking peppers also has tricks. It looks easy for me, but it's a bit difficult to do. " As he spoke, he demonstrated it again. I said, "Come on, you go to rest! "I will." Grandpa left, and I started to pick, but this kind of hair picking is much more difficult than that kind of wrong hair picking. The hot sun shone on me mercilessly, and sweat ran down my cheeks. I really regret it at this time, but I remember what I said and I persisted. The composition I wrote in the fourth grade of primary school, The First Composition on Farm Work. After a long effort, I finally picked all the peppers. Looking at a big basket full of peppers, I am very happy. This is the result of my labor. Grandpa also happily said to me, "Yes, my grandson has grown up!" " "Through this kind of labor, weeding is done at noon every day, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? I really understood its meaning. 550-word composition for the first time doing farm work (/)

8. About doing farm work (composition 300 words) The winter vacation began, and I went to my grandfather's house to have a good time. My grandfather's home is in the countryside-Datong. He has a lot of work there, so I decided to help this busy grandfather.

I woke up today and said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, let me help you with your work!" " "Grandpa smiled and pointed to a pile of water chestnuts on the ground and said," Look, the pile of water chestnuts on the ground is big, the small one is small, and the materials are put aside! "I nodded, rolled up my sleeves and strode to the water chestnut. I squatted down and threw the big one in the big sack and the small one in the opposite basket. On one side is a kind of water chestnut that is not too big. It's hard for me. I asked my grandfather and taught me patiently, but I seemed to go again without listening to the same question. I nodded and began to work again. Spring shines on me. I sweated and sweated, but I still felt very happy because I realized the true meaning of labor.

We should love labor and work more. Although labor is hard, it will make us feel happy and happy! So we should work harder to make ourselves happier!

9. My grandfather is busy with farm work. Grandpa is 60 years old this year. He still likes doing farm work, and his skin has become very rough.

Grandpa's bronzed face is engraved with many wrinkles. Although a pair of kind eyes are deeply immersed in it, they look radiant.

Grandpa smiles all day, treats people kindly, still moves neatly, walks with his head held high, and walks like an ox, without losing his elegance in his youth. I think the word "blonde" is the best word for grandpa.

At the end of last year, my parents and I went back to our hometown for the New Year. Along the way, the biting cold wind was like a powerful hand, which choked me and forced me to open my mouth from time to time.

The cold wind came straight in from the seam of trousers and the corner of clothes, and my body seemed to be tickled by many kitten claws. I saw my grandparents standing at the door waiting for us in the distance.

Approaching grandpa, I saw a cigarette in his mouth, slowly smoking, shining eyes narrowed into a black line along the corner of his mouth, and plumes of white smoke emerged from his nostrils. His eyes sparkled with excitement.

Grandpa saw us get off the bus and quickly helped us with our luggage. I found that my grandfather was already full of silver hair, and I couldn't help but burst into tears: "Grandpa-good! Grandma-good! " Grandpa smiled with relief, stroked my head and said excitedly, "Quick, quick, it's so cold, so hurry up and burn wood to warm your hands!" " "Yes, my uncle and I have been gone for many years, and my grandparents live alone. Now that we finally go home for the Spring Festival, how can they not be excited? .