National Day holiday, in the seven days of golden week, although the first two days of drizzle, but the next few days are sunny, people are particularly relaxed and happy, the earth put on a golden sweater, so my parents and I decided to go to live in the village grandma's home, experience the joy of harvest!
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves. The morning is as fresh as dew. The sky is shining softly, which makes people want to sing happily!
Autumn is a season of abundant grain, a season of mature harvest for all things! All kinds of fruit trees are covered with branches and fruits, and the skin is plated with mature colors, which gives off attractive breath; Rice in this season put on its golden coat, completed its one-year life cycle, farmers give them meticulous care, they return farmers is the daily need for life seeds!
In the harvested rice field, grandma suggested that we could pick up the rice ears that fell in the field. Whenever I picked up a rice ear, I felt that I had a harvest, but I didn't find it for a long time. I felt that the sun was especially hot and the back of my back was also sour. More importantly, I felt that the harvest was so hard!
When I came back to grandma's house, there were a lot of peanut seedlings plucked from the fields but not picked yet. It was really gratifying to watch the roots of peanuts full of fruits; I picked up the peanut seedling with my left hand and picked the peanut one by one along the root with my right hand, and put it into the basket beside me. However, I didn't think I could lift my arm for a long time, so I thought of a "good idea": I put a small bench on the ground, and then raised the peanut seedling with both hands and threw it to the side of the bench. The peanut fell down, but But it was scattered everywhere. Grandma encouraged me to say, "yes, it's so fast. I'll just use the broom to sweep it together later." soon, peanut picking is over
At this time, I found that the persimmon trees in front of and behind my grandmother's house were all yellow persimmons, like big and small orange lanterns; With the help of my father, I climbed up the persimmon tree and was ready to pick persimmons. Grandma reminded us to pay attention to a kind of insect called "horseradish" on the edge of the tree. Its whole body is covered with prickly hairs and it will hurt after being pricked. I was scared and hurriedly climbed down the tree. Dad climbed up the persimmon tree under grandma's "all armed". I worked as a porter under the tree. Soon we picked a bamboo Basket!
Busy day, tired day, finally put the harvest back home, everyone's face is filled with the joy of harvest, a year of hard work, in exchange for heavy harvest, how can people not be happy!