Prose Essay: Mangsong is the first rose of farming

Soon it will be the summer harvest, the summer harvest in the hope that the words of Mangsong. The first time I've ever

Soon it will be the summer harvest, the summer harvest in the hope that the words of Mangsong. The first time I've ever seen a woman in a car, I've never seen her in a car, and I've never seen her in a car. Mangseo is a busy season of farming, in the north grinding sickle busy wheat harvest, in the south busy rice transplantation. The mango seeding of ? Mang? refers to the harvesting of wheat; Mang Seed is also known as the "seeding" season. The word "seed" refers to the harvesting of wheat; the word "seed" refers to the sowing of rice. The word "seed" refers to the sowing of rice. A festival contains both harvesting and sowing, thus, mango seeding is the first rose of farming, the first chapter of farming. The author of this article, through the mango festival and trigger the inner quite a lot of feelings! In the cited arguments and the narrative of life, expressed many feelings about farming, and in the line, the use of the city and the countryside to corroborate the contrasting techniques, a deeper expression of the author's compassion for agriculture and love of the grand. The language of the whole text is fluent and descriptive. In both the text and the poem, give people have a flavor.

After the Mangshan Festival, Sunday. I'm going to get up in the morning, according to the biological clock.

The place where I live is on the edge of the Jianghan Plain, in a county that has a city name and is actually a county. Today, the average temperature is 19.8 degrees Celsius, heavy rain, northeast wind. Weather station issued a weather forecast, is very accurate, heavy rain, moderate rain and light rain, not too small, fall throughout the day and evening. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

On this matter of leisure, there is a metaphor, I do not know whether it is appropriate or not. Just like the rainforest tree, want to get rid of entangled in the body of the miscellaneous vine grass, but it is unlikely. Human life, always or accompanied by leisure. Used to many idle days without food and clothing, will? Boiled frog in warm water? Let people will become old stone steps in the mountains, the heart and body are full of moss. Let the wind and rain ravage; let people, to and fro trampled, let the sun and moon irradiation. Moss and shadow on the stone steps, still. This is similar to the numbness, to a certain age, from time to time occasionally. It doesn't matter if it's raining or not raining, if the sky is clear or not clear, it doesn't matter.

Standing on the balcony, I saw that some of my neighbors got up earlier and went in and out of the yard. They, holding umbrellas or carrying rain gear, carrying fish, vegetables and fruits and other ingredients. Buying food, cooking, is in preparation for life. More than anything else, it's a necessary and fundamental part of life. The beginning of summer is also the most abundant time of the year for local vegetables. I didn't eat breakfast, I feel a little bit hungry. I wonder if I have changed and become lazy. Including thinking and walking, also lazy. Stomach function, still sensitive. Lazy mood, even infected to other body organs. Including, reading, thinking, etc.

In the free time, there are also free time thinking and confusion. Especially, in every idle morning. For example, where to eat breakfast, what to eat. Again, such as, should not mess dial a phone call, and friends and family to harass each other, communicate with each other, about about the outdoor line, about about the meal or small entertainment, and so on. As Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty said in "Idle Remarks": people only seek the old, things only seek the new. Invite old friends and enjoy the new scenery. Certainly, one of the best things to do. Frankly speaking, I don't think, when I am idle, I should give up the noble and almost degenerate. I didn't deliberately reject idleness, with my idle mind.

belonging to the ordinary people, the heart of the people when the existence of a kind of thing called the ideal of the ordinary people. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I think I'm going to be able to do it. Occasionally, the search for water clarification; occasionally, the heart of the Kunpeng and dragon. This is, of course, a lofty dream. Elegant, noble, Yangchunbaixue class. Still can find leisure, send dreams of leisure time, play out the flavor of leisure and so on. How to describe? If Luo Dayou's pop song "wild lilies also have spring" tune, low, euphemistic, more upward. Singing, singing. It is also reminiscent, reminiscent of a small drunkenness.

Looking out the window, looking out the window rain. This rain, come is not the time? Jianghan Plain, is the world's most famous? The world's grain silo? The first is the one of the most important. The first thing that you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Anyone who has experienced rural life here will pray for timely rain during this season. The rain before and after the Mangdae Festival will moisturize every paddy field on the earth; the rain before and after the Mangdae Festival will also moisturize every life with rice as the main food. Including, my ancestors, with me.

Good rain knows the season. Spring plowing, farmland inside and outside, mud rake water sound. Farmers busy hands and feet, a moment can not stop. Take the proverb, is? Busy hat do not see the top?

The evening before yesterday, went to the countryside, met a group of more than half a hundred farmers get together. This group of farmers, there are men and women, but the age up to distinguish, but there are old and young. They are in a hurry to work, employed by a kind of grain farmers specializing in transplanting rice seedlings. They get up early before dawn, face the land, back to the sky, the end of a day of labor, to receive the pay paid by the proprietor. At the dinner table, the farmers joke wittily with each other. Older men make toasts and encourage each other to drink. There are also old women at the same table who are teased with vulgar words. Laughing and cursing. All very bright and simple, very generous and real. When I was young, I used to play the game of slippery rice-planting yards in the paddy field, and was covered with mud by the elders who planted rice seedlings. After teasing and laughing, people continued to plant rice seedlings. The sound of laughter is what I remember.

Where I went, is one of the county's important grain production area. In recent years, the young and strong labor force outflow, left behind people, either old or young. The first step is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the situation, and that you have a good idea of what you are doing. Inquiring, I learned that there is a scale of the field, is the best place for agricultural machinery to perform its function.