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How to write the composition of farming culture

Composition of farming culture

I have been farming for generations, and I grew up in the countryside. Our family also grows more than one acre of rice, which is harvested once a year.

From sowing at the vernal equinox to harvesting, drying, rice milling, old-fashioned windmills and cooking. Spring ploughing, Xia Yun, autumn harvest, winter storage, year after year, cycle after cycle. ...

The growth of a rice plant has experienced at least nine solar terms, including vernal equinox, Qingming, Grain Rain, Long Summer, Xiaoman, Miscanthus, Summer Solstice, Little Summer and Big Summer.

A farmer's labor, from ploughing to harvesting, involves soaking seeds, ploughing, raking (bà nê u), ploughing (chào), pulling (liù zhou), planting seedlings, early seedlings, silting, pulling seedlings, transplanting seedlings and so on. It can be said that in the process of planting rice, farmers should properly handle the relationship between rice and the sun, soil, water, grass, insects and gods.

Spring ploughing is busy in March, and the breeze sends flowers. In March, during the busy farming season, the temperature will rise when spring comes back. Busy digging, sowing and raising seedlings in the field ...

Seeding and seedling raising takes about 45-60 days.

Farming culture in the south of the Yangtze River | A touch of pastoral memory drifting away

When the seedlings grow up, they should cultivate the fields where rice is planted. Shouting cattle to plow the fields, shouts came and went in the fields.

At this time, when we step into any corner of the rural areas in the south of the Yangtze River, we will see the scene of "pulling cows and helping plows". The old farmer with a bamboo hat and hemp fiber on his head, holding the plow handle in one hand and pressing the plow shaft in the other, bent like a bow and leaned out of the mud. The veins stood out on his arms and sweat streamed down his cheeks. Sweat glistened in the sun, and the wavy mud ridge turned up behind him, like an ink painting, consisting of an old farmer, a wooden plow and a cow.

I still remember when I was a child, my father shouted for cows, holding bamboo branches in one hand and a plow handle in the other. ...