Happy growth

Childhood is a book that records the growth of bit by bit; childhood is a five-flavored bottle filled with the ups and downs of growth; childhood is a colorful fireworks in the sky, showing the joy of growth. But the one that made me most memorable was that time.

I remember that it was a sunny day, and the family was busy. I met and asked my grandfather: "You are going to do this!" The grandfather told me that I was going to transplant. As soon as I heard it, I was happy to open the flowers, and the transplanting must be very interesting. I am going to give it a try. My grandfather seemed to have seen my thoughts and said, "Let's go, the field is just missing." I and my family took the fight and the water and set off in the field. The bottom of my feet was like a wind, and I quickly reached the field.

When I arrived at the paddy field, I glanced at the paddy field. I saw that the field was filled with water, the mud was turned over, and the water became black. I immediately took off my shoes, rolled up my trouser legs, and started to "work." I have a lot of seedlings in my hand, bent over and inserted the seedlings into the mud one by one. At this time, the sun has risen very high, I only sweated a few lines, and I had to sit on the field to rest. My grandfather saw me in a state of embarrassment, and looked at the lines of densely packed, seedlings together, really laughing and crying. My grandfather smiled and told me that the seedlings should be inserted into a tree about two decimeters, neither too close nor too far. Too close, too dense, is not conducive to the growth of the seedlings. Too far, it seems too sparse, so to maintain the proper distance, you can't be sloppy. As I reworked, I thought: The original transplant also has such a big knowledge! It is not easy for farmers to plant land!

After half an hour, I just sorted out the lines. I am a grandfather, they have already inserted more than a dozen lines, and I just inserted a few lines, looking at the few lines of the seedlings in front of me, I could not help but feel a little discouraged. How are the grandfather plugging in so fast! Don't wait for me. At this time, it was near noon. The tea we brought was finished, and the throat was still dry. It was going to smoke. The clothes were like soaking in the water. They could screw out the water and sweat. I was so tired that I sat on the field and didn't want to do it anymore. But the seedlings that sway in the wind seem to be laughing at me. I bite my teeth and dried up.

My grandfather came over and said to me: "You don't have to worry, I'm afraid I can't catch up with us. You just started to learn, don't figure it out, just figure it out, if you plug in more, you will be proficient, and naturally you will get up quickly, and you will be able to make it happen!" The grandfather patted me on the shoulder and went to work in the heat. I think so! The ability is learned by hard work and hard work. Who is not like this? So, I worked harder and made the effort to eat.

Finally, I gradually caught up with my grandfather's speed, which made me full of confidence and worked harder. It was not until noon that we just inserted the cockroaches. I was tired and exhausted, and I was so weak that I couldn’t even walk. I looked at the seedlings that danced with the wind, and they seemed to praise me awesome! I can't help but reveal a smile. When I got home, I fell to my bed and fatigue overwhelmed me.

This event will become the most beautiful memory in my mind. It has made me understand the true meaning of "the grain is hard" and also made me taste the joy of my hard work. This smeared a heavy color in my memory, which made me forget, really, never forget!

Fifth grade: Xu Huilin