When the autumn 600字高中英语作文
Wake up, it is six o 'clock in the morning. Finally quiet down, don't be afraid someone to disturb the comfortable sleep early in the morning. For two days in a row to hear the roar of the big field tractors, it sounds like all of a sudden disappeared, since the end of September to October 7, almost every night can hear or far or near, crushing the corn straw and spun out pull so long heavy like cattle moo, began to also feel gung dry, until now did not have the it company is some let a person do not adapt to the night, but also for the sake of it, often by labor NongJiShou shout woke up in the middle of the night, with one way or the other machine parts, after all, seasonal and tide wait for no man, NongJiShou year are also a good time is not only in this way. Also because of his presence, farm vehicles on the road and suddenly up, pull the maize straw, corn, shuttling back and forth in the rural road, gravel road, the autumn harvest begins.
At this time in the fields of corn was not broken traveled from morning till night, because there are working in the factory folks tend to take advantage of this morning or noon rest when, to his fields to dry on a few to live, to work in don't delay the case earlier will mature crops back home, then each family perennial idle at home in the old people also don't want to at leisure, do all it can to help all children will be retrieved on corn on the cob to the room.
Looking for the festival atmosphere
Afternoon, static heart, read a book, suddenly, a wisp of fragrance wafts of food, familiar with the taste good, are at a young age, Fried quenelle of taste. Throw the book, close your eyes, smell the aroma, chan, I admire, I do not know who qiaofu, will do quenelle. Another end of the year, then Fried quenelle of season, heart a soft, feel the festival atmosphere is suffused with to have around. Burning time, please let my memory of the boat, holding skirts this fragrance, to look for a childhood the festival atmosphere.
A childhood memory of the festival atmosphere, from the twelfth lunar month, seventeen, eighteen dusted off. Wherefore they said, seven shan gold, eight silver shan. Customs in my hometown, this two days to the home clean inside and out, to welcome the New Year's blessing, good luck. Dusted off that day, my father put on your old clothes, wearing a straw hat, took a bamboo poles, tied to a feather duster, began to shan in the roof and the dust in the corner. Then, the inside of the main tools and sacks of crops, square table in front of the stuff on the table sweetmeats, front yard deadwood rotten leaves, everything clear. At that time, feel the hand of the father, is a pair of magic hand, by his hands touched a furniture, farm tools, for a while becomes clean and tidy, sister, brother and I only responsible for the garbage, wipe furniture, sweep the floor. Buzzed around the family, one afternoon, the house becomes clear and clean. The festival atmosphere, dusted off, the overflow from the busy scene.
