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“锄禾日当午，汗滴禾下土，谁知盘中餐，粒粒皆辛苦。”每当我读起这首古诗，便会想起雪白雪白的米饭和农民伯伯辛勤的汗水。 "Weeding day in the middle of the afternoon, sweat dripping under the soil, who knows that the plate of Chinese food, grains are hard." Whenever I read this ancient poem, I think of the white rice and the hard sweat of the farmer. 去年暑假，我和爸爸回到了故乡，我在外婆家收割稻谷，亲身体会到了农民伯伯们辛苦而又充满欢乐的劳动生活。 Last summer vacation, my father and I went back to our hometown. I harvested rice in my grandmother's house and experienced the hard and happy working life of the farmers. 每天早晨天刚蒙蒙亮，全村的大人和能帮得上的小孩们都起床了。他们匆匆赶往朝霞映照下金灿灿的稻田，风风火火地大干了起来。顿时，镰刀割刀谷的“刷刷”声，脚踏式脱蹈机的“嗡嗡”声，大人们偶尔的谈笑声，孩子们清脆的歌声，鸟儿“叽叽喳喳”的鸣叫声便汇成了动人的交响乐。我陶醉在这美景和乐曲中。 Every morning, just before dawn, all the adults and children in the village get up. They hurried to the golden rice field reflected by the morning sun, and began to work hard. All of a sudden, the sound of "brush" in sickle and cutter Valley, the sound of "buzzing" in pedal type take-off machine, the sound of adults occasionally talking and laughing, the sound of children's crisp songs, and the sound of birds "chirping" are merged into a moving symphony. I am intoxicated with the beauty and music. | 
