How to write an essay about the vegetable patch in front of the village

1. An essay about rural vegetable fields

Feeling the countryside

At first I thought that the countryside was a paradise for fairy tales. It fades away from the glitz of the city and washes away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, with a pure blue sky like a mirror, a sea of ??flowers as gorgeous as oil paint, and the golden sunflowers growing seeds of hope under the nurturing of the sun; it may be the pastoral in Tao Qian's poems, where The story of the fairy couple is being interpreted in the mist, and the slanting sunlight is shining lightly, making it a leisurely stroll. That is just the countryside in poems and paintings. When we truly enter the countryside and feel the countryside with our hearts, we will find that our countryside is experiencing pain. There is sunshine there too, and the sunshine is not warm but scorching the land with poison. Looking from a distance, the rickety figure on the land spends all his energy on this land day and night, in spring and autumn. He grew up on this land, and his sweat nourished this land; he learned to be strong on this land, and his footsteps solidified this land; he was born in the loess and returned to the loess, from generation to generation, endlessly. . The storm came, and his heart trembled like the swaying crops in the field. His tears crisscrossed his furrowed cheeks, like the water that flooded the field, spreading over his heart layer by layer and immersing his breath. Drought has come, and the crops are shaky like his skinny body. He can't see hope or a good harvest, and his chaotic eyes are dry and empty. They also have moments of happiness, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a good harvest. The plump grains are like jewels, and the corners of their eyes smile like crescent moons. The life they long for most is smooth weather, and they only want and only want such an ordinary life. Will such a countryside disappoint us when we are faced with such a picture? In fact, the countryside becomes more real because of this cruel beauty. When experiencing the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, pay more attention to its pain, and give more understanding and compassion to its hard work. Feel the countryside, feel the beating pulse of farming civilization, feel China's most profound cry, feel the weight of that land, feel the blood and sweat soaked in that land; feel the simplest persistence and perseverance of Chinese farmers, feel the pain and pain that Chinese farmers have experienced have no choice. When we look at them with disdain, have we ever thought that it was they who gave us the hope of life with their blood and sweat? Watching Chinese farmers stand eternity in Chinese history with the most humble posture, let us feel the countryside with our hearts!

Feel the countryside

“Countryside”. This two-letter word seems to be very, very difficult for those children in the city to understand the meaning of the two-letter word because they have never been there or experienced it personally. It seems even more difficult to experience the countryside.

"Village". For the group of children in the countryside who live in this two-character word every day, they must have a deep and many understandings of its meaning. However, if it is to be expressed accurately and clearly, It seems that there are still some difficulties in its meaning!

Different people will have different ideas of their ideal beautiful countryside, and what does my ideal beautiful countryside look like?

The countryside in my mind does not have the hustle and bustle of cities, but also has the contented temperament of Tao Yuanming who "picked chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and saw the Nanshan Mountain leisurely". The countryside does not have the polluted and turbid air of the city, but there are clearly visible twinkling stars. As for the prosperous big cities, there is only the filthy stench emitted by chemical plants, and there is only the sky mixed with black and dark blue because the lights of the skyscrapers are too bright to see the stars and the moon. There is no "sunrise" like in the countryside. A peaceful life does not have the delicate and gentle scenery of the countryside. Therefore, I think that the countryside is naturally more beautiful than the city. Although the land in the countryside will be more barren, can't this be changed with both hands?

Some people think that the rural style is like the character of the Northeastern man, bold and rough. Aren’t the winding mountains and the rushing river the best portrayal of the rough and broad style of the countryside?

Not really. But I think that the rural style is as delicate and soft as the sweet and gentle Jiangnan women in the water town. Don’t shake your head first to object, and don’t first nod your head yes.

Let me explain it first! Don't you see the trickle of water flowing over the strange rocks? Don’t you see, those willow branches blowing in the wind by the stream? Don’t you see, that fertile yellow land has given birth to countless Chinese people?

Isn’t that trickling delicateness just like a smart girl who is thoughtful and delicate?

Aren’t the willow branches fluttering in the wind just like the girl who is soft and graceful, as if she walked out of a light ink painting?

The yellow land that gave birth to countless Chinese children is most like our mother with her selfless dedication!

Dear gentlemen, after listening to my above statement, can you still say that in the countryside, there is no delicacy and gentleness of women, but only the roughness and boldness of Northeastern men?

The countryside I feel has both the roughness and boldness of men and the tenderness of daughters. This is the countryside in my mind, the countryside I feel.

This - this is our countryside! 2. A composition about rural vegetable gardens (don’t write about what happened to you or your own family, but describe the scenery)

Beijing is a well-known city, but what are Beijing’s rural vegetable gardens like? Let me give you an introduction!

It is a morning after the rain. Although the sky is foggy, my heart is clear and sunny. We (grandpa, grandma, aunt from Beijing) drove the car and happily went to the rural vegetable garden in Beijing! We came to the countryside (not to the vegetable garden yet), how beautiful the countryside is after the rain! Walking on the ridge of the countryside, breathing the fresh air, a few raindrops fell from the trees from time to time, dancing on our faces, as if to welcome us!

Ah, we finally arrived at the vegetable garden! How lovely it is in the vegetable garden! The "little fat" eggplant and the "little skinny" eggplant bent over the mother eggplant tree; the wild mosses all over the mountains and plains danced in the wind; the mature lentils grew plumply. Like "pregnant mothers"; white cucumbers and green cucumbers are covered with melon vines, which are very beautiful. When you pick them with your hands, they will prick you with their thorns and attack you... Some have them. Some "cowpea babies" couldn't wait to stretch their "heads" out, but some "cowpea babies" were reluctant to leave their "mother" and were tightly "hugged" (wrapped) by "mother's" hands (vines). I had to loosen "Mom's" hand to take it off. Seeing these interesting and vivid scenery, I couldn't help laughing happily...

At this time, I said to my "colleagues": "Why are you still stunned? Get to work quickly!" Auntie briefly assigned the work, and we started picking vegetables.

First of all, I started my first job - cutting "little butter fat cucumbers" (white cucumbers). As soon as I started cutting, it stabbed me with its "self-defense weapon". I was so angry that I had to apply for a job change with my aunt to cut cowpeas. I saw that I was holding the cowpeas in my left hand and cutting them with scissors in my right hand, just like a skilled worker. Every time I cut a handful, I was like a child running out of the cowpea row after school...

Today , have so much fun! 3. A 600-word essay about growing vegetables in the countryside

Once, my grandma and I went to the fields to grow vegetables.

As soon as I came to the vegetable field, I thought: "What's so difficult about growing vegetables? It's just digging a hole and putting the rapeseed down. It's not easy!" At this time, grandma seemed to know what I was doing. With my thoughts in mind, I said to me: "This kind of dish seems to be a trivial matter, but it is not easy to make. There is a lot of knowledge in it." After hearing what grandma said, I didn't take it seriously and thought to myself: "Grandma must be lying. I don’t need knowledge to grow vegetables. I don’t believe it.” Seeing my grandma digging a hole with the tip of a hoe, I immediately picked up the hoe and dug a hole in the ground. I came out, and after a while, I dug dozens of holes. I called my grandma over to see my "masterpiece." When grandma saw it, instead of saying yes, she pointed at me and said, "You, what you dug is What kind of pits are there, some are high and some are low, some are big and some are small, how can this be done?"

After saying that, she picked up the hoe and destroyed all my pits. Then she patiently taught me step by step. Grandma said: "Growing vegetables is like being a human being. You have to be down-to-earth and take it step by step. Once you have laid the foundation, you won't be afraid of not harvesting." I followed the way my grandma taught me and dug it up in a disciplined manner. , it’s really good, much better than before. It turns out that you need to have knowledge to grow vegetables.

Thanks to my grandma for teaching me how to grow vegetables, and also taught me how to be a good person in the future, and to be a useful person.

4. An essay about a vegetable garden in the countryside

My grandma lives in the countryside. In front of my grandma’s house is a vegetable garden planted by my grandmother. Every time I go back to my grandma’s house and see it, I always feel infinitely close. Vegetable Garden There are natural fruits and vegetables growing in it, and it is full of green but not monotonous. Various different greens with other natural red, yellow and white. The vegetable garden in the countryside is different from the farms on the Internet. It is a real living existence. Grandma is always I get some fresh vegetables from the vegetable garden that are not available in urban markets. I always praise their deliciousness. The vegetables in the vegetable garden are the result of my grandma’s hard work, from planting the seeds in the ground to harvesting. It takes a period of waiting accompanied by hard work. The real vegetable garden is not a happy farm, and her efforts are not just on the index finger of the right hand. The vegetable garden in the countryside is not a game, it makes people understand the meaning of hard work. The harvest of vegetables in the vegetable garden can make us understand the meaning of labor. .Labor is vivid, not simply labor is the most glorious, it is a real entity. The vegetable garden in the countryside is a harmonious existence of nature and human beings. It has human efforts and natural beauty. I don’t know how old you are, but you can Pick one from above to make an idea. 5. Vegetable field composition

Chihu Village near my home used to have a large green vegetable field.

As the seasons change, different varieties of vegetables are replaced in the vegetable field. Whenever I feel tired from doing homework during holidays, I always like to stand by the window and look at this large beautiful vegetable field. The green vegetables reduce the fatigue of my eyes. The yellow, white and other colors of cauliflower It also made me feel very comfortable.

However, today when I was tired from doing my homework as usual, I walked to the window and looked out, and suddenly I found that the beautiful vegetable field had been destroyed by the hateful bulldozers and turned into a construction site. . In the near future, many buildings may rise here.

I felt very sad when I saw such changes in the vegetable fields. I thought, if one day in the future, all the vegetable fields on the earth are turned into buildings, where will the vegetables we eat come from? Woolen cloth? What will happen if the vitamins needed by the human body are not replenished? The result is unimaginable, so I hope that we humans can take action early to add more green space and build less buildings. For our future, we can jointly protect the environment around us. 6. How to write an essay about grandpa’s vegetable patch

Today, my parents and I went to my grandpa’s house. As soon as I got there, my grandpa happily pulled me to the vegetable garden in the backyard.

As soon as I walked into the vegetable garden, I saw a patch of green vegetables with unknown names. Grandpa touched my head with his rough hands and said, "Do you know the names of these vegetables?" I frowned and shook my head vigorously like a drumstick in the hand of a young shopkeeper and said, "The long and thin ones are green onions. I don’t know anything else.”

Grandpa pointed to the second piece and said, “That’s spinach.” I looked carefully and saw that the leaves of spinach are pointed and triangular. The color is tender green, but its roots are red and very thick.

Grandpa pointed to the third piece and said, "That's wormwood." The stems of wormwood are fluffy, the leaves are bright green, thick and tender, and the shape looks a bit like a tooth.

I heard from my grandpa that the nutritional value of wormwood is very high. Grandpa’s family has many kinds of dishes... Although I was dazzled by the sight, I listened with interest.

A breeze blew by, and the vegetable leaves made a sound, like a beautiful song. I am so happy today that this trip to my hometown was not in vain because I have gained a lot of knowledge.

7. An essay about a vegetable garden in the countryside

My grandma lives in the countryside. In front of my grandma’s house is a vegetable garden planted by her. Every time I go back to my grandma’s house and see it, I always feel infinitely close to it. < /p>

Natural fruits and vegetables grow in the vegetable garden, which is full of green but not monotonous. Various greens are mixed with other natural red, yellow and white. The vegetable garden in the countryside is different from the farms on the Internet. It is truly alive. existence. Grandma always gets me some fresh vegetables from the vegetable garden that are not available in urban markets. I always praise their deliciousness.

The vegetables in the vegetable garden are all delicious. It is the result of grandma's hard work. From planting the seeds in the ground to harvesting, there is a period of hard work. The real vegetable garden is not a happy farm. Her efforts are not just on the index finger of her right hand. The vegetable garden in the countryside is not a game, she makes people understand the hard work. The meaning of. The harvest of vegetables in the vegetable garden can let us understand the meaning of labor. Labor is vivid, not a simple labor is the most glorious, it is a real entity.

The vegetable garden in the countryside is the harmony between nature and human beings. Existence, she has human efforts and natural beauty.

I don’t know how old you are, but you can choose one from the above to create an idea. 8. I want to write a composition about a village (scene description), please provide it Some information about fruits

My hometown is in the countryside, where beautiful scenery is dotted all over the place, so beautiful.

Especially in autumn, nature is even more beautiful and dazzling. The mature atmosphere permeates the garden, exuding an attractive fragrance.

With the harvest in sight, the farmers are all smiling and happy. The pears are yellow and orange, glowing with golden light, shining brightly, showing smiling faces among the green.

The lush green cabbage, a clump here and a clump there, is as green as a green carpet in the garden. What is even more refreshing is standing outside the garden and looking at the garden: the whole garden is golden, occasionally dotted with a little green, which is exceptionally harmonious.

Pleasing to the eye. The tree is covered with gold, and the breeze blows by, and the yellow leaves are fluttering, like colorful butterflies, dancing with the wind.

Walking in the garden, the whole garden is extremely beautiful and beautiful. Look, the yellow is replaced by elegance, the white flowers are noble, and the purple flowers are warm and deep, splashing and splashing, and they are brilliant in the autumn wind.

Of course, in autumn in my hometown, fog is the most charming and the most popular among children. Every morning, clouds and mist fill the world, foggy mountains and seas of mist, rolling mountains, disappearing and appearing, like Penglai Island, which makes people fascinated.

Occasionally, a farmhouse is exposed in the clouds and mist, with smoke lingering around it. The aroma of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning mist form a harmonious and charming picture. Whenever there is fog, the beautiful mountains and rivers of my hometown and the mirage in my heart merge into one.

No matter what year or month, how far away, or where I am, the autumn scenery of my hometown will always be hazy in my life. Autumn in my hometown is also a world of wind and a paradise of rain.

On the autumn morning, the breeze sang softly. Sending pearly dew.

It brings the coolness of autumn and absorbs the heat of summer; it brings the white clouds and mist and wipes away the remnants of the heat. Rain is the most common, as fine as cow hair, densely woven diagonally, like flower needles, shining.

"Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently" How well said. Before the autumn rain comes in my hometown,.

There are always signs of autumn first. The autumn rain fell on the ground without making any sound.

Autumn rain is harmonious. It takes away the long drought in summer and brings the long-awaited moistness and coolness. I like autumn rain. Autumn in my hometown! Whenever you come, the joy in my heart is always indescribable. It can only be summed up by a poem by the great poet Du Fu: "The poems and books are full of joy."

I love my hometown, and I love the intoxicating autumn of my hometown even more. 9. How to write an essay about grandpa’s vegetable garden

My vegetable garden has another good harvest. The evergreen vegetable garden always reminds me of my grandfather who was hardworking and loved to work.

I was born in Daqing and have lived with my grandfather since I was a child. Although grandpa has no education at all, he is very good at farming. Because he has been dealing with the land for most of his life, he has a special liking for crops.

When I was a child, my grandfather often took me to farm.

Grandpa first dug a small hole of suitable size, and then carefully planted the seedlings. At this time, he asked me to water the newly planted seedlings. I carried the small bucket specially prepared for me by my grandfather and walked to the well. It took a lot of effort to fetch half a bucket of water. I took the water ladle and struggled to scoop up the water and pour it on the seedlings. An hour passed and I only watered a few seeds, but looking at grandpa, he had already watered a lot.

When I was four years old, I was playing in the vegetable garden with a few friends and accidentally stepped on a small seedling. Grandpa's face suddenly dropped. It seems that for the first time in my life, I heard my grandfather reprimanding my mother: "Don't let the children be naughty. Can this little seedling be stepped on?" After the instruction, he gently lifted up the little seedling that I stepped on. When I saw my kind grandfather losing his temper, I was both surprised and scared: What's so rare about a small seedling? Looking back now, I respect my grandfather even more.

Nowadays, whenever I see my newly planted vegetable garden, I can’t help but think that this is not just a piece of land, but also the fruit of the hard work of an old man in his seventies.

My grandfather had a deep love for the land, which deeply influenced me. Now whenever I have free time, I go to the vegetable garden, weed and water. When the vegetable garden is lush and lush, there is also my part in cultivating it.

Isn’t the grandfather in the vegetable garden also part of this garden?

For reference only, you have to think and write yourself.

Accepted with satisfaction 10. How to write a three-character essay on I love the vegetable garden in my hometown

Title: I love the vegetable garden in my hometown

Walk to the vegetable garden , standing outside the fence, the first thing I saw was the morning glories climbing up the slope of the fence. The morning glories were blooming, like musicians who were about to start playing.

Looking into the vegetable garden, there are rows of Chinese cabbage. They look like girls who have had beautification. They are raising their heads and showing their snow-white faces to everyone. One by one, they look like melons. A shy little baby is using his arms to cover his face with green leaves to protect him from the rain and wind. Look at the bracken over there, like an aunt who likes to dress up, uncurling her hair. There are also chili peppers, like small lanterns hanging under the green umbrella.

Suddenly, a group of naughty Beifeng ran over from above, and the taller eggplant seedlings nodded, as if saying hello to the Beifeng! ...A few birds seemed to be intoxicated by the scenery here. They flew over from the branches not far away and sang beautiful songs. Beautiful flowers and butterflies were also attracted by the morning glories on the fence. They Dancing in front of and behind the fence. The fluffy chicks followed the mother chicken and ran over. They ran from here to there, and from there to here. Chirping. For a time, the vegetable garden was filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, presenting a vibrant scene.

My vegetable garden is so beautiful! There is joy hidden here and vitality there. I love my vegetable garden!

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