Testimonials on the labor of drying millet

There are two tricks to drying millet, one is to dry millet, and the other is to dry the yard dam.

As soon as the millet sees the sun, part of the water evaporates, and part of the water seeps downward, and the dam will become damp and even stagnant. To dry the grain, you have to dry the dam.

The next task is to churn the grain repeatedly. After turning over the three drying sites in one, two, and three order, I saw that the millet turned in front of me turned from brown to light yellow, and immediately began to stir again. And so on and so forth. The more sunlight shines, the shorter the intervals.

The sun was not stingy that day, and it could not be stopped for several hours. Or use the churning rake to hook the millet into a box, dry the millet, and dry the yard dam. Or they make a ploughshare with their feet, and plow the grain into the shape of the land that has just been plowed and dry it.

I pondered the drying process, the ancestors were very wise, ploughed the grain into a ditch, increased the surface area of drying, hooked the grain into a box, and embodied the dialectic. Whether it is stirring or plowing, the direction is particular. If the previous time was stirred or ploughed in an east-west direction, the next time it was carried out in a north-south direction.

One before and one after the other, write ten words, only wish to be perfect.

1. In the field, the rice is ripe, and everyone is smiling and bending over. From afar, there is a golden patch everywhere. They bow to you like gentlemen, and they are like shy little girls who don't want to look up.

In autumn, you have an abundance of food!

2. The rice is ripe, and the golden ears of rice are dancing in the breeze. I watched and was completely enchanted by the mesmerizing scenery. I lamented that without the hard work of the farmer uncle, there would be no food that we could eat.

It's really "who knows that Chinese food is hard work"!

3. It is another harvest season, and the field is full of golden grains of rice.

4. In the paddy field where my mother moved, the tender green seedlings were erected in rows, neatly and evenly, like a green carpet.

5. When the autumn wind blows through the fields, blows the yellow rice, the golden rice, smiles and bends over, people feel the joy of the sweet harvest of labor, the farmers in the field, the face blackened by the sun is printed with a smile, I don't know how much sweat has flowed, now the harvest is in sight, can it not make people happy?

A threshing floor in the countryside.

It's in full swing.

The sun is unobstructed.

The ground was full of gold.

The rice is blowing in the wind.

The farmer was busy.

The broad fingers on the top of the head poison the sun.

Sweating all over the body.

The table is fragrant with rice.

From the field.

Painstakingly tasted.

The strength of the sweat condensed into food.

Rice is full of hunger.

Don't forget.

No farmer is busy.

How can there be a grain full of servants.

Human iron rice is steel.

Don't eat and get hungry.

Advise the monarch to cherish food.

Leftovers have to be eaten.