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老家干农活--割稻子

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发表时间:2021-02-22 22:33

你一定成功过吧!不管是在干什么,是在做作业时解开难题,是自己第一次煮的饭竟没有糊,还是自己的小发明受到老师的好评……这一些一定给你带来无穷的乐趣。但在我的记忆中,有着许多好玩又有趣的事儿其中,令我最难望的是六岁时在老家干农活--割稻子。


我六岁那年,妈妈把我接回了老家。那时正是秋天,家乡的农民伯伯们都在忙着割稻子。我一下车,见到在田里辛苦劳作的农民们,我真想去帮他们。于是我飞快地跑到外公家,对外公说:“外公,我要去帮农民割稻子,可以吗?”外公见我这么积极,他二话不说,立刻拿了两把磨得雪亮的镰刀,同我一起去割稻。


我们到了田里,外公首先教我怎样使用镰刀。外公说:“拿镰刀是要用力,拿的力度要掌握好,要让镰刀灵活点儿,不要太死板了,否则就不好割了。”我听了之后,对外公点了点头。我又走到了一片空地上,认真地照着外公刚才对我说的话练起来,过了一会儿,我练得汗流浃背,外公见了心疼地说:“孙女,别练了,休息一会吧。”我对外公说:“外公,没事,你见农民伯伯都这么热了还不歇息,我为什么要不练了呢?”


过了好一阵,我终于学会了割稻。于是我便下田了。一到田里,我就觉得出奇的热,这时我真想逃掉,可是我见到外公那深情的目光,感到有一股力量在支持着我,仿佛在对我说:“孩子,一定要坚持下去,不能被这小小的困难打倒。”于是我重新找回了信心,学着农民的样子,把稲子握住,然后挥动着镰刀朝稲子底部割去,”刷“的一声,手中的稻子被我割了下来。我又照着先前的样子,一把一把的割稻子,不知过了多久,我才停下来,擦了擦了汗。眼前的稻田已经被我割了一大半了,后边被割掉的稻子已经堆成了一座小山。这真如我现在所学的那首诗《观刈麦》里面所描述的景色一样,描写了农民在烈日下割麦的情景,表现了农民生活的艰辛。


后来我望着自己的成绩,高兴极了,更加有了信心,又满怀着希望割稻去了。就在这时,一只满身带着金粉的,有着红黄相间的蝴蝶从我身边飞过,我见了这么美的蝴蝶,就放下镰刀,跑去追赶花蝴蝶了。外公立马把我叫住,说:“你是怎么搞的,稻子还没割完就跑去玩了,快去割。”我听了惭愧极了,立刻跑去拿起镰刀继续割起稻来。


不知过了多久,稻子终于被我割完了。这是我人生中第一次割麦,竟然能够做得这么好,我自己都很佩服我自己。我不仅学会了割麦。还体会到了劳动带给我的快乐,更重要的是在劳动中我品尝到了创新的乐趣!

英语翻译;

You must have succeeded! No matter what you are doing, you are solving problems while doing homework, whether you cook for the first time and there is no muddy, or your little invention is praised by the teacher... These things will definitely bring you Endless fun. But in my memory, there are many fun and interesting things. The most difficult thing for me is to work in farming in my hometown when I was six years old-cutting rice.


When I was six years old, my mother took me back to my hometown. It was autumn at that time, and the farmers in my hometown were busy cutting rice. I got out of the car and saw the farmers working hard in the fields. I really wanted to help them. So I rushed to my grandpa’s house and said to Grandpa, “Grandpa, I’m going to help the farmers cut rice, okay?” Grandpa saw that I was so active, he didn’t say anything, and immediately took two sharpened sickles. Go with me to harvest rice.


When we arrived in the field, grandpa first taught me how to use the sickle. Grandpa said: "You need to use force to hold the sickle. You need to master the strength and make the sickle flexible. Don't be too rigid, otherwise it won't be easy to cut." After I listened, Grandpa nodded. I walked into a clearing again and practiced earnestly according to what my grandfather said to me just now. After a while, I was so sweaty that my grandfather saw it and said distressedly: "Granddaughter, stop practicing, let's take a break." I said to Grandpa: "Grandpa, it's okay. You see the peasant uncles are so hot and don't rest. Why should I stop practicing?"


After a while, I finally learned to cut rice. So I went to the field. As soon as I arrived in the fields, I felt strangely hot. At this moment, I really wanted to escape, but when I saw my grandpa’s affectionate gaze, I felt a force supporting me, as if to say to me: "Child, must Persevere, not to be overthrown by this small difficulty." So I regained my confidence and learned the way of a farmer. I held the tassel, and then swung the sickle to cut the bottom of the tassel. The rice was cut by me. I cut the rice in handfuls as I did before. I don't know how long it took before I stopped and wiped off my sweat. I have cut more than half of the rice field in front of me, and the cut rice behind has become a hill. This is exactly the same as the scenery described in the poem "Viewing Barley" that I'm learning now. It describes the scene of farmers cutting wheat under the scorching sun and shows the hardships of farmers' lives.


Later, looking at my results, I was very happy, more confident, and full of hopes I went to cut rice. At this moment, a red and yellow butterfly covered in gold powder flew past me. Seeing such a beautiful butterfly, I put down my sickle and ran to chase the flower butterfly. My grandfather stopped me immediately and said, "What did you do? I ran to play before the rice was cut. Go and cut." I was so ashamed that I ran to pick up the sickle and continue to cut the rice. .


I don't know how long it took, I finally cut the rice. This is the first time in my life that I am cutting wheat. I can do it so well. I admire myself. I not only learned to cut wheat. I also realized the happiness that labor brings me, and more importantly, I tasted the joy of innovation in labor!


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