Praise the crops in the field

Praise the crops in the field as follows:

1, vast tracts of wheat fields glow with green waves in the breeze, and dense and finely divided white flowers bloom in the endless green ocean. The ears of wheat held their heads high, entangled in the sunshine with white flowers with faint wheat fragrance, and visited the golden color in the cuckoo song brought by the sharp wheat awn.

2. Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe. In the early autumn, in the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang is rolling, and the fragrance of Mi Dou is flowing. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.

3, spring, endless wheat fields, green, refreshing, vivid, smiling, cool breeze blowing, bursts of fragrance. ...

In the wheat field, the ears of wheat are full and golden. When the wind blows, the wheat waves roll, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

5. The green wheat fields fascinate me and intoxicate me! The feeling of "harmony between man and nature" floated to the boundless distance with the dandelion blooming instantly. ...

6, the wheat field is romantic and simple, and the wheat fragrance in the distance has quietly sunk into the depths of the soul and gently drifted down.

7. In the wheat fields in the distance, golden wheat is connected together like a golden ocean. When the breeze blows, the wheat shakes like waves and beats each other. In this ocean, those harvesters became fishing boats, and they passed slowly, leaving straw all over the road as the aftermath of the fishing boat.

8. The morning sunshine passes through the golden wheat fields, and the scarecrow opens his sleepy eyes lazily, and the most beautiful scenery is instantly fixed in the mature season.

9. When winter goes and spring comes, the willows turn green, and the warm spring breeze wrinkles the endless wheat fields and the quietly flowing river water. Sweet spring rain, as light as spider silk, as thin as a needle, as long as a thread and as dense as a sieve, flies to the earth.

10, patches of wheat awns point to the sky, like a knight holding a sword and praying to heaven. It's just that these wheat awns make our eyes ache, as if we can't bear to stare at the hard work and sweat of farmers. They want to sting our hearts and make us cry.