Collect peanuts and write a composition.

1. composition on harvesting peanuts It's summer, and the peanuts planted by grandma can be harvested.

So I went to grandma's house to help her collect peanuts. That day, grandma said to me, "Yan Yan, go to the field with grandma to collect peanuts!" " "I said quickly," good! "So grandma took me to the field by bike, and I followed her by bike.

It's very hot in the field. Fortunately, my grandmother gave me a hat, otherwise I would have become a roast pig. I saw my grandmother grab the peanut stem and pull it hard. A bunch of big and many peanuts came out. I also pull peanuts like my grandmother.

"Grandma, so many peanuts!" "Grandma, some peanuts won't come out!" Grandma smiled and answered many of my questions. It's getting dark Let's take peanuts home by bike.

After several days of continuous pulling, the peanuts in the field were finally pulled out. When we got home, we picked peanuts one by one and spread them on the concrete floor in front of the house to dry.

At this time, I was very happy to see so many peanuts on the ground. I picked them up with a smile, threw them into the sky, and said happily to my grandmother, "Grandma, peanuts have been planted!" " "I hope grandma has a good peanut harvest every year.

2. The last thing I miss most about the peanut composition in the summer vacation is every scene in my grandparents' home when I was a child, which was my best childhood. It's peanut harvest season again. I wonder if this year's peanut harvest is good. I think the peanuts in my hometown must still be so delicious!

Early in the morning, when the dew was still wet, my sister and I followed my grandparents to pick ripe peanuts on the hillside. As soon as the breeze blows, the green peanut leaves begin to dance, shaking off dew and wetting the soft loess, which brings convenience to picking: as long as all the stems and leaves of a peanut are gathered together and gently lifted in your hand, the peanut will be taken out of the soil even by its roots. Of course, we must also master a certain degree of strength. Experienced old farmers will take harvesting peanuts as a pleasure. At this time, my sister and I began to get busy. We are responsible for picking peanuts from the roots one by one. I can't help but be elated when I watch the full and tender peanuts gradually pile up into mountains. There is some wet soil on the peanut shell, which smells fresh and earthy. Naughty sister always steals a few, just like that little squirrel stole a pine cone with mud in his mouth. Grandma always blames her for being unsanitary, but grandpa is still so happy. The excitement and joy are all on his sweaty face, and he doesn't feel tired at all.

As the sun rose, villagers came to the mountains one after another, across the fields, shouting greetings and telling jokes while working, and the whole hillside became lively. Who will feel tired at this time? Perhaps this is the villagers' best interpretation of labor, because nothing is more precious than simple and pure feelings between people.

From a distance, pea-like villagers are rolling around on the green carpet, which forms the most harmonious picture in the world with the mature scene of the mountain. I like this feeling, fresh and natural. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the city, it can bring a kind of spiritual comfort and make people intoxicated. ...

When grandma comes home with a full harvest, she always chooses some full peanuts to wash and cook. In the evening, the family sat in the yard, rocking the cattail leaf fan leisurely and enjoying the cool. Neighbors visit from time to time. At this time, grandma will bring out the boiled peanuts that have been prepared long ago, and everyone will talk while eating. This boiled peanut tastes fragrant and soft, and tastes excellent. Of course, my sister and I are the most greedy, and we don't care if we are polite in front of people. Indeed, no one cares about these etiquette, they just talk about their crops and harvests. "Hehe" is another night of long talk and laughter. ...

My parents have taken me from my hometown to the town for several years, and I have no chance to go back every year. I miss the peanuts in my hometown very much, and I miss the peanut harvest season even more. ...

3. Pastoral peanut scenery composition (500) pastoral scenery

The countryside, what a desirable place. It is surrounded by mountains and waters, like a continuous picture scroll.

My hometown is in Dongyan, where there are many tall buildings. It is picturesque, full of mountains and water. It is very beautiful!

High-rise buildings have sprung up. From a distance, there are mountains outside the mountains and trees outside the trees, and only green is connected with green. If you look carefully, you will find that the mountain is so high that you can't see the top at a glance. Its top seems to be as high as the sky, very spectacular!

The water in the tall building is clear and flawless, as if it were a mirror. Castle peak, blue sky and beautiful flowers are reflected in the water. Look, there are a group of children playing with water by the river. How happy they are!

People in tall buildings are very simple, they can't swear, steal or play pranks. They work hard, no pains, no gains.

The countryside is so special and simple.

4. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival Harvest Peanuts How to Write the Mid-Autumn Festival is just the time to harvest peanuts.

As the tree, so the fruit.

In spring, my mother and I planted two peanuts in a flowerpot. The first thing to do when you get up every day is to watch. However, for several days, nothing happened in the flowerpot. One morning, a "little head" poked its head out of the soil and came to this sunny world. Soon, it grew into a strong seedling and danced with the wind.

In summer, the "hot god" came. The yellow leaves looked at me as if to say, "I'm thirsty and I want to drink water." I quickly brought a basin of water and poured it down. There are bubbles in the soil. I think it must be cool. The next day, the leaves returned to their original shape. I am very happy. I swear to God, I will water a basin of water every day.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival soon. I pulled up peanuts. Unexpectedly, "children with big bellies" came out one by one. I told my mother that she was overjoyed and hurried to see the "pregnant child".

I succeeded in planting peanuts this time. Next spring, I will plant more peanuts, so that our whole family can eat delicious peanuts.

The composition teacher took us to collect peanuts. In fact, I don't know anything about collecting peanuts, but once my little uncle gave me advice, and I was more than enough. The thing is, on Sunday, I was idle and bored, so I asked my father to take my in-laws, and my father agreed.

When we walked to my little uncle's father's house, we happened to meet my cousin and his family. It's really "many people are cool"! After a while, dad and grandpa chatted. Seeing that my cousin and I were bored, my uncle took us to the back hill to collect peanuts. I have only heard of eating peanuts before, but I have never heard of harvesting peanuts. I walked very fast because I was curious. It turns out that the back mountain countryside is only about 20 meters away from home, which is really close!

There are dozens of acres of land in the countryside, which seems endless. My uncle took out two plastic bags and gave one to my cousin and me. He said, "Di Hong, if you fill these two plastic bags with peanuts, I will give you the fruits of your labor. Do you have perseverance? " "Yes!" We answered with one voice. Just do it. I'll open the bag in one place, and then let my uncle put the peanuts in the ground for us to dial. "It's very simple." I said silently in my heart that it is easy for me to grow peanuts because my little brother and father are capable. I saw my little brother and father leaning back. When his feet were weighed, the seedlings were * * *. I think it's very simple. Just pull out the seedlings like my little brother and father. However, it's hard. I know some things are hard to do simply. I will take out the peanut seedlings, then rub off the soil and put it in a plastic bag. How simple it is! One by one, I quickly increased the speed by two-thirds. The front was smooth, but soon, mosquitoes flew everywhere, and the ants in the ground kept crawling on me, which was embarrassing. After a while, my forehead, ears and arms were stung by the pearl-like package. It's nothing. I am impatient. I began to drag a lot and drew a red mark on my hand. There's only a little left anyway. I'll pull out one or two more ... after pulling out, the joy of victory floats on my face. Soon, it occurred to me that it was troublesome to collect peanuts. What about soil and fertilization? It is a waste of the fruits of farmers' labor to think of her daughter's profligacy. My face is red. ...

In the fourth grade, I got a 300-word composition about peanuts. How to write picking peanuts? Today is Sunday. After breakfast, my father said, "Let's go and pick peanuts." I said happily, "All right. But where are we going to pick peanuts? " Dad said, "after others harvest peanuts, there will be some left in the field." When I reached the edge of the ground, I only saw the soil. I asked my father, "Why don't I see peanuts?" Dad said, "In the soil. We must dig it out. " So we started to act. Dad dug a few times and found a fat peanut. I also dug quickly, and it took me a long time to find one. I shouted, "Dad, look, I also dug a big peanut." Dad said, "Yes, very good." Dad also has two blisters on his hands. Alas, it's hard to dig a peanut. I said to my father, "Dad, let's go home." Father said: "Don't be afraid of being tired, give up halfway." After listening to my father's words, my energy expanded again.

7. The last thing I miss most about the peanut composition in the summer vacation is every scene at my grandparents' house when I was a child, which was my best childhood.

It's peanut harvest season again. I wonder if this year's peanut harvest is good. I think the peanuts in my hometown must still be so delicious! Early in the morning, when the dew was still wet, my sister and I followed my grandparents to pick ripe peanuts on the hillside. As soon as the breeze blows, the green peanut leaves begin to dance, shaking off dew and wetting the soft loess, which brings convenience to picking: as long as all the stems and leaves of a peanut are gathered together and gently lifted in your hand, the peanut will be taken out of the soil even by its roots.

Of course, we must also master a certain degree of strength. Experienced old farmers will take harvesting peanuts as a pleasure. At this time, my sister and I began to get busy.

We are responsible for picking peanuts from the roots one by one. I can't help but be elated when I watch the full and tender peanuts gradually pile up into mountains.

There is some wet soil on the peanut shell, which smells fresh and earthy. Naughty sister always steals a few, just like that little squirrel stole a pine cone with mud in his mouth. Grandma always blames her for being unsanitary, but grandpa is still so happy. The excitement and joy are all on his sweaty face, and he doesn't feel tired at all.

As the sun rose, villagers came to the mountains one after another, across the fields, shouting greetings and telling jokes while working, and the whole hillside became lively. Who will feel tired at this time? Perhaps this is the villagers' best interpretation of labor, because nothing is more precious than simple and pure feelings between people. From a distance, pea-like villagers are rolling around on the green carpet, which forms the most harmonious picture in the world with the mature scene of the mountain.

I like this feeling. Fresh and natural. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the city, it can bring a kind of spiritual comfort and intoxicate people ... When I go home with a full harvest, my grandmother always chooses some full peanuts to wash and cook. In the evening, the family sat in the yard, rocking the cattail leaf fan leisurely and enjoying the cool.

Neighbors visit from time to time. At this time, grandma will bring out the boiled peanuts that have been prepared long ago, and everyone will talk while eating.

This boiled peanut tastes fragrant and soft, and tastes excellent. Of course, my sister and I are the most greedy, and we don't care if we are polite in front of people.

Indeed, no one cares about these etiquette, they just talk about their crops and harvests. "Hehe" is another night of long talk and laughter ... My parents have been in town from their hometown for several years and have no chance to go back every year. I miss the peanuts in my hometown very much, and I miss the peanut harvest season even more.

In the summer of peanut harvest season, what I miss most is every scene in my grandparents' house when I was a child, which was my best childhood. It's peanut harvest season again. I wonder if this year's peanut harvest is good. I think the peanuts in my hometown must still be so delicious!

Early in the morning, when the dew was still wet, my sister and I followed my grandparents to pick ripe peanuts on the hillside. As soon as the breeze blows, the green peanut leaves begin to dance, shaking off dew and wetting the soft loess, which brings convenience to picking: as long as all the stems and leaves of a peanut are gathered together and gently lifted in your hand, the peanut will be taken out of the soil even by its roots. Of course, we must also master a certain degree of strength. Experienced old farmers will take harvesting peanuts as a pleasure. At this time, my sister and I began to get busy. We are responsible for picking peanuts from the roots one by one. I can't help but be elated when I watch the full and tender peanuts gradually pile up into mountains. There is some wet soil on the peanut shell, which smells fresh and earthy. Naughty sister always steals a few, just like that little squirrel stole a pine cone with mud in his mouth. Grandma always blames her for being unsanitary, but grandpa is still so happy. The excitement and joy are all on his sweaty face, and he doesn't feel tired at all.

As the sun rose, villagers came to the mountains one after another, across the fields, shouting greetings and telling jokes while working, and the whole hillside became lively. Who will feel tired at this time? Perhaps this is the villagers' best interpretation of labor, because nothing is more precious than simple and pure feelings between people.

From a distance, pea-like villagers are rolling around on the green carpet, which forms the most harmonious picture in the world with the mature scene of the mountain. I like this feeling, fresh and natural. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the city, it can bring a kind of spiritual comfort and make people intoxicated. ...

When grandma comes home with a full harvest, she always chooses some full peanuts to wash and cook. In the evening, the family sat in the yard, rocking the cattail leaf fan leisurely and enjoying the cool. Neighbors visit from time to time. At this time, grandma will bring out the boiled peanuts that have been prepared long ago, and everyone will talk while eating. This boiled peanut tastes fragrant and soft, and tastes excellent. Of course, my sister and I are the most greedy, and we don't care if we are polite in front of people. Indeed, no one cares about these etiquette, they just talk about their crops and harvests. "Hehe" is another night of long talk and laughter. ...

My parents have come to town from their hometown to be angry with me for several years. I have no chance to go back every year. I miss the peanuts in my hometown very much, and I miss the peanut harvest season even more. ...

9. Write a composition about digging peanuts. Dig peanuts

Have you ever dug peanuts? I have eaten peanuts, but I haven't dug them. Well, today we went to dig peanuts in the field.

After dinner, I came to school early, and many classmates and teachers were waiting for the arrival of the special bus. At about seven o'clock, the bus came slowly, and everyone got on the bus excitedly. Talking and laughing all the way, I have come to the peanut field unconsciously.

As soon as we got off the bus, everyone rushed to the fields. Wow! A big peanut appeared in front of us. Clusters of peanuts are arranged neatly, and the leaves are green and tender. Teacher Zhang gave us a demonstration first. I saw a peanut from Teacher Zhang, grabbed the stem and slowly lifted it. Peanuts, big and small, came out one by one. They are chubby and very cute. Seeing peanuts, everyone shouted excitedly: "Wow-!" Learning from the teacher's appearance, we launched an attack on peanuts, and I thought: Isn't it just pulling up? This can't beat us. I grabbed it and pulled it hard, but it didn't move. So Dong Hongxuan and I pulled the peanuts out at once. We picked peanuts one by one and put them in the bag. Everyone is working harder and harder, digging and pulling, and they are very busy. Unconsciously, peanut seedlings have piled up behind us into a "hill", and more and more peanuts are gathered in everyone's bags, all of which are so full. It seems that this is a bumper harvest!

It's time for everyone to weigh peanuts. I dug four Jin today. I gained a lot this time, and I also got to know sesame and sweet potato. I think this is a very meaningful activity.