Composition of agricultural labor force

I fantasize about seeing a little life emerge from the ground, revealing a green and delicate little head from the wet soil, and fantasize about seeing its green little body and tender little arms sticking out from the soil, like green jade, stretching its limbs and kicking around in the soil; Fantasize that they can withstand the wind and frost and grow up healthily and healthily without worry in adversity; I fantasize that they can grow up, and one day I can see them grow into flowers and become fragrant and refreshing. With this fantasy, we planted a tree and planted the seeds of our hope. This is not the flower seed of peony, nor the flower seed of epiphyllum as white as snow, but the simple and pure camellia flower seed.

One clear day in Wan Li, Wan Li, Zhang Ji and I agreed to plant several camellias.

We carefully selected a warm, flat land with soft soil and no direct sunlight, took away the big stones on the ground, and then shoveled the ground softer. We dug the hole with a shovel, and there were many "big stones" mixed in the soil. We carefully selected them one by one. There are so many stones, like ants, inexhaustible!

We dug hard, and the soil was dug up and dug away bit by bit. After only a few minutes, we were so tired that our back ached and our legs and feet were out of control. I had to stand up and move. Zhang Yue said to me angrily (she was very tired and didn't want to do it), "I said, let's do this to tire ourselves!" This flower is not necessarily strong, can it grow! "I also want to quit when I think about it, but on second thought: how much courage and strength it takes for flowers to come out of the soil! Our contribution to them is so small, what is this? Don't! Can't do this! Anyway, I should give Hua a hope of life! Whether they are strong or not, whether they can grow up or not, they all have the right to live. They are all life. I should help them! Yes! Do it!

I'm buried in my work again. Huh? Picking up stones, loosening soil, digging, digging, just tired our work back and forth, now it seems much easier. Maybe huahua is helping me!

Seeing me working so hard, Zhang Yue had to stop complaining and work side by side with Qi Xin.

I work harder and harder, but I don't feel tired. The progress of the pit is very fast: 5 mm, 1 cm, 1.5 cm ... hmm! The pit finally reached the expected standard of 4 cm! Oh!

I stood up and habitually wiped my head with my hand, hey! Wet and sweaty! How could I not know? I'm confused.

I also loosened the soil at the bottom of the pit, so that the roots of the flower seeds could penetrate into the soil.

I gently tore open the small paper bag, yeah! The brown ball rolled into my palm, like a brown gem, shining with the blurred light of life.

There is a sense of sacredness in my heart. I put Hanako's hand in the pit and gently turned my wrist. Hanako rolled awkwardly to the flat ground at the bottom of the pit. At first glance, it seems to be gone.

We filled in the excavated soil again, which was much faster than digging a hole and it was done in a few minutes.

Zhang Xun tried to step on the pit with his foot, but I stopped him because I was afraid that the soil was too hard and the seedlings were too hard to be unearthed.

We poured the prepared water on the place where the flowers were planted.

I stared at this place, as if I saw seedlings coming out of the soil and blossoming simple camellia. ...