1, Miss Qiu went to the corn again, and the corn husk opened its mouth, revealing full corn kernels. The farmer's uncle began to harvest corn, and a truckload of corn was transported home. The farmer's uncle's face showed the joy of harvest.
The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling. The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power. Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are gorgeous.
3. Jumping into the field in autumn, it saw golden rice, and when it blew in the rice field, it gave a loud laugh. The tall and straight sorghum raised its black, red, black and red face, as if singing happily. In autumn, there are also thriving maple leaves. A gust of wind blew, and the red maple leaves floated with the wind. Small flames are shining at the entrance to the village and the roadside, which also burns people's hearts.
Miss Qiu came to us singing a harvest song. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.
There was a bumper harvest in the fields. Like a sickle, rice is bent over with laughter and soybeans are harvested. The corn bared its teeth happily. The farmer said, "This year is really a bumper harvest." The fruit is ripe, too You push and I touch oranges and apples for people to pick.