我家门前的稻谷熟了。禾苗弯下腰,微风一吹,好像在向我们微微点头,说:“我成熟了。”田野到处都是黄澄澄、金灿灿的一片,仿佛是金色的海洋。收割机从我家门前驶过,来到田野里。收割机发出“轰隆隆”的声音。驾驶收割机的师傅把前面的大铲子放下来。收割机缓缓向前行驶,金灿灿的稻谷一下子被卷入了收割机的大铲子里。不一会,收割机的后仓就有许多碎稻草掉落下来,在空气中散发 The rice in front of my house is cooked. Wo seedlings bent down, the breeze blowing, as if nodding slightly to us, saying: “I am mature. ” The field is full of yellow, golden, like a golden ocean. The harvester passed by my house and came to the fields. Harvester issued “rumbling ” sound. Master driving the harvester down the front big shovel. Harvester slowly moving forward, the golden rice suddenly caught in the harvester’s big shovel. A short while later, there are many broken straw harvester fall down in the air