English to Hausa Meaning of Plowing - Ma'anar ƙamus na "harma" shine aikin yin amfani da garma (kayan aikin gona mai ɗaki ɗaya ko fiye da ake amfani da shi don wargajewa da juya ƙasa) don yin noma ko noma, yawanci a shirye-shiryen shuka amfanin gona. Noma wani muhimmin aikin noma ne wanda ke taimakawa wajen sassauta ƙasa da iska, da kawar da ciyayi da tarkace, da ƙirƙirar furrows ko ƙugiya waɗanda za a iya shuka iri a cikinsu. Ana iya yin noman noma da hannu ta hanyar amfani da garmar gargajiya da dabbobi ke ja ko kuma ta amfani da injuna na zamani kamar taraktoci masu haɗe-haɗe.

Ma'anar ƙamus na "harma" shine aikin yin amfani da garma (kayan aikin gona mai ɗaki ɗaya ko fiye da ake amfani da shi don wargajewa da juya ƙasa) don yin noma ko noma, yawanci a shirye-shiryen shuka amfanin gona. Noma wani muhimmin aikin noma ne wanda ke taimakawa wajen sassauta ƙasa da iska, da kawar da ciyayi da tarkace, da ƙirƙirar furrows ko ƙugiya waɗanda za a iya shuka iri a cikinsu. Ana iya yin noman noma da hannu ta hanyar amfani da garmar gargajiya da dabbobi ke ja ko kuma ta amfani da injuna na zamani kamar taraktoci masu haɗe-haɗe.

Synonyms

ploughing

Sentence Examples

Then, hours later, we found him plowing through a bunch of sheds that turned out to have no food in them and the men remarked knowingly.
He threw head and shoulders back, and used a double straight-arm to keep from plowing into the vehicle, which belonged to the police.
The small group by the elevator rushed to their left, plowing head first into the nearest windows.
He was plowing after Amy in what was a terrifying pursuit.
Plowing through the orderly rows always gave him a sublime pleasure.
We shine like those fires and those stars we sigh like those waves we suffer like those great ships, which are worn out in plowing the waves, in obeying the wind that urges them towards an end, as the breath of God blows us towards a port.
He was unafraid of his surroundings, plowing through tall fields of hay or dense forests without any idea where he was headed, not the least bit perturbed by bugs flying into his eyes or seeds up his nose.
As they reached Mission Street, he spotted a huge steel factory just on the other side and more police cars plowing down Mission to cut him off.
Then he whirled and barreled into two more, head-butting one so hard he dropped to the pavement like a sack of potatoes, and then plowing his shoulder into the other, sending the smaller man crashing hard to the ground where Duc easily kicked the sword from his grasp and held the man down with the point of his own weapon.
He took us onto the sidewalk, plowing through a mailbox on the corner.