A collection of sentences praising the joy of autumn and experiencing a good harvest

When the autumn wind blew through the fields, blowing the yellow rice, the golden rice, smiled and bent over. Only then did people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest, and the peasants in the field, whose faces were blackened by the sun, had a smile on their faces, and they didn't know how much sweat they had shed.

In front of the autumn harvest, there is no nervous harvesting busy, farmers like idlers standing or squatting on the ridges, smoking cigarettes in their mouths, leisurely watching the harvester turn around in the field, bags of millet rolling down from the harvester. That's the fruit of a year's hard work. Since returning to the earth in spring, they have cultivated the land, sowed seeds, transplanted, fertilized, sprayed, weededed, and resisted drought.

Just like the classic poem "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil". The seedlings they watered with their sweat turned yellow in the autumn and the leaves were yellow. The autumn harvest is over, they have reaped a year's sweat, they have reaped a year's hard work, they have reaped the joy of the autumn harvest, and they have reaped the harvest of the autumn harvest.

The beautiful sentence praising the autumn harvest is as follows:

1. There is a bamboo forest in the southwest, the forest covers the sky and the sun, and the trees are green and upright. An autumn wind blows, and the forest rustles, what an intoxicating piece of music, this is a song played by nature.

2. At night, the sky is pitch black, just like the Jade Emperor accidentally overturned the ink cartridge when writing, countless stars twinkled in the sky, like the eyes of the sky, the big and round moon illuminates the night, illuminates the way home for playful children, like a lamp in the night. And I, lying in my grandfather's arms, listened to my grandfather's story about the moon.

3. The cold cicadas are poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked! Thinking of going to a thousand miles of smoke waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

4. In the late autumn sky, the white clouds are like the silver wool of the sheep, slowly floating, and in the golden autumn of October, the sparse leaves on the trees are dry like dry tobacco leaves.

5. Autumn is the season when crops are ripe, and it is also the favorite season of farmers. Gao Liang's face turned red, the bud grinned, the yellow corn kernels, like golden beans, Gu Zi smiled and bent over, bowing to my Feng imitation books, and the soybeans were blown out happily by the wind.

6. The autumn girl swings on the apple tree, she seems to have cast a spell on the apple tree, making the apple big and red, looking from afar, it is like a piece of jade forest full of red gems from the big friend, which is really lovely.

1. When the autumn girl came to the orchard, the fruit farmer was putting red apples, yellow pears, orange orange bananas, and persimmons like red lanterns into the basket. A variety of fruits filled the baskets, and a satisfied smile appeared on the farmer's face.

2. The Autumn Girl came to us singing the song of the harvest. In the rice field, the sound of the machine descended, and the harvesters sang happy songs, shuttling back and forth in the field, taking the heavy rice ears into the "arms".

3. Autumn jumped to the field, it saw the golden lamp of the rice, and when it blew the rice field, there was a roaring laughter, and the tall sorghum raised its black, red, black and red face, as if it was singing happily. In autumn, there are red and fiery maple leaves, a gust of wind blows, the fiery red maple leaves flutter with the wind, and the small flames are shining on the side of the road at the entrance of the village, which burns people's hearts.

4. Autumn has arrived, and the orchard is full of harvest in sight, with full fruits hanging on the branches, shining with golden light under the reflection of the autumn sun. The fruit growers were so happy that they couldn't hide their joy and hope in their simple smiles.

5. Autumn is a bumper harvest, everywhere in the field harvest song, for a while, the soybean wave up loudly Tongling sorghum caused a red torch, wheat nodded on the side The farmer saw the achievements of the year, but also kept smiling.

6. There was a bumper harvest in the field, the rice was like a sickle, smiling and bending, and the soybeans were also harvested. Corn is happy to show its teeth. "It's been a good year," the farmer said. "The fruit is ripe, and you squeeze the oranges and apples and ask people to pick them.