Interesting essay on transplanting rice seedlings, more than 300 words.

I went to my cousin's house today, and I'm going to plant rice with my uncle and them. This is my first time transplanting rice! I am so excited!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the field to have a look. What a big field! The field has been filled with water, and the grid marked with white lines looks like a huge composition paper, waiting for hard-working people to "write". My uncle poured several bundles of seedlings into the field, then we rolled up our trouser legs and took several children to the field. I jumped into the field in high spirits. The mud in the field was so soft that my feet sank in. The water soaked my knees and almost my pants. But I don't care. Like my uncle, I pick up the seedlings and stick them in the ground. I spread my feet, holding the seedlings in my left hand and gently inserting them into the water in my right hand. The distance between each seedling should be the same and aligned. After changing the position, the hole stepped by the foot should be filled with soil by hand. Soon, the fields were covered with light green seedlings. You see, the fields of other farmers' uncles are still empty and there is no transplanting. We've all plugged in!

It is particularly hot in summer. The sun shone brightly on my head, and I soon saw the sweat on my forehead. "Yu Xiang, stop playing and go to rest!" My uncle's voice rang behind me. I turned my head and saw him bending over to plant seedlings for me again. It turned out that I used too little force and the seedlings were inserted too shallowly. When the wind blows, they all stagger. "No, I can plug in." I said with confidence. This time, I plunged myself into the soil, and the seedlings soon "stood firm". As soon as the wind blows, it shakes and soon stands up straight. I seem to see it waving and smiling at me, saying, "It's very kind of children. I can stand firm now. " My heart is also happy, and the speed of transplanting rice seedlings is also fast.

The sun was getting fiercer and fiercer, and my clothes were soon wet with sweat. When I bent down, I took the opportunity to run to the field. I straightened up and looked at my uncle and two cousins who were busy bending over. They were all sweating, but they soon put the seedlings in their hands. I bent down again and continued to insert.

Aunt brought snacks, and we went to the ditch beside the field to wash our hands together. At this time, I realized that my fingers had a terrible headache. They were all red and swollen, and my waist was sore. I squatted there and didn't want to stand up. My uncle came over and said, "Yu Xiang, are you tired?" "Not tired." I smiled at my uncle.

I learned to transplant rice seedlings. Only then did I really understand the true meaning of the sentence "Who knows that every grain is hard". This is also a way to experience rural life.