Appreciate the unknown weeds and wild flowers on the roadside and watch the farmer's uncle work hard in the fields. This is a good time to go out and play. I sang a song and my cousin sang a children's song. The journey was full of laughter and laughter.
We came to the orchard, what a big apple tree. The big, red apples give off an attractive fragrance.
I picked an apple and sent it to my mouth. Ah! It is delicious. There is a sweet taste in the acid, with endless aftertaste.
I started picking apples, and I found all kinds of apples. The colors are cyan, red and red.
There are big and small, and people can't start. After consulting my mother, I realized that picking apples means picking big apples with positive color and no spots on the surface.
I carefully picked and picked, and soon, I picked a bag. On the other hand, my cousin is walking around under the apple tree with a bag almost as tall as her.
As long as she sees an apple, she will pick it. She doesn't care. If you can't take off one hand, use both hands and feed with all your strength.
My uncle carried the bag for her, but she wouldn't let me! It's like taking a bag of gold We have picked enough apples. It's time for us to go home.
Think about picking apples this time, and you have gained a lot.
2. Pick apples and pears and keep a diary. When I was a child, I had a question that my mother always ate the middle piece when eating pears.
But one day, I finally knew. One afternoon, my mother peeled pears for me to eat.
Mother first took out a pear made in Huang Chengcheng from the refrigerator and peeled it off with a knife. The white and glittering pear meat was exposed with a hint of sweetness. I was about to reach for it when my mother said, "Don't worry, the pear is too big. Let me cut it into pieces for you! " "Say that finish, my mother picked up a knife, cut the pear into six pieces, picked up the remaining piece in the middle and ate it.
I took a piece, too, and took a hard bite. It's cold in My Sweetie. It's delicious! "Ding Lingling.
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The phone rang, and my mother quickly put down the pear in her mouth and answered the phone. That question popped into my mind again: Why does my mother always eat the middle piece? Is the middle piece delicious? I quickly picked up the pears my mother ate and ate them. Tucao! This is not a pear, it tastes terrible. Is this maternal love?
When my mother came, I quickly picked up a pear and let my mother eat a sweet pear. This incident let me know what maternal love is, and also let me feel the greatness of maternal love.
The 3.400-word composition is "picking apples" and "picking apples". Autumn wind, the fruit is ripe. On the day of autumn outing, we went to the orchard to pick apples.
Walking into the orchard, an old fragrance came face to face. "Ah, it's an apple!" Someone shouted in surprise.
From a distance, the trees over there are covered with red lanterns! The sun is everywhere on the ground, like a leisurely doll lying on a green bed. Everyone ran into the depths of the forest, only I lingered in front.
"What is this?" "Apple." "I asked what kind?" "Green apple.
""Look at this! Red, where can I get a clear apple? " "Oh-'Red Apple'." "Red apples have varieties? "I am in distress situation.
"Slip of the tongue, I'm sorry ... this is' Red Fuji'," she said. "Pick one?" I asked.
"Whatever." So I reached for it.
Suddenly, I remembered a sentence in Zhao Xizhen's handwritten newspaper: turn 360 degrees first and then pull it down. I tried to do it, and my hands were a little shaky, afraid I couldn't take it off.
As a result, I turned 90 degrees and it fell. "It's not that difficult.
"I said, checking this huge apple around." Oh, my God! "A scream, it is conceivable that this apple is rotten.
"You should cover up your ugliness to waste my time. Do you think it's strange if ... "This is Wang Binjian coming. When I saw that I was madly" teaching "apples, I giggled:" Ok, Lin, be broad-minded. Teacher Sun often says, "Don't judge a book by its cover!" I squinted at him and smiled, "Ah, you are broad-minded. I gave you this apple as a reward. Didn't you say you couldn't judge a book by its cover? "? You ate just right! Rotten apple, you should be obedient in Wang Binjian's belly and don't cause trouble to others, okay? ""huh? " When Wang Bin saw his face changed, his mouth opened wide and he was at a loss. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "No, that's all right. Judge a person by his appearance' won't do, but' judge a person by his appearance' will! Ha ... ha ha ... "Said the unnatural smile.
"How many did you pick?" Xinyi asked me across the street. "Hmm …" I picked up a good one from the ground: "One!" Picking apples temporarily is to save face. This is called "quick wits"! Although the meaning is different ... "One? Only a "surprise question" came out of her mouth: "It's too poor. I'll take you to a' treasure land', where there are many big, nice and red ones! "We followed her, bowed their heads through the branches and walked through the gaps between the trees. The whole forest is as difficult as a maze.
I suspected Xinyi was abducting children, but then I thought: it's ridiculous for children to abduct children! Finally arrived at the "treasure land". I'm panting with fatigue. I just looked up.-Huh? Where is my little apple? Xin Yi quickly began to explain, "Oh, I picked big apples, and I also picked red apples. The rest are intact. Take your time and don't mention it! " "I won't choose, how to carve?" But small apples can also be eaten, so just make do! Autumn is really the harvest season! I came home with a full load, and my family said, "Delicious, delicious!" "Of course, because this is the result of my labor.
Picking apples and going to the countryside to write 500 words autumn is a beautiful picture, which brings people the joy of harvest. On a sunny weekend, my parents and I went to the orchard to pick apples.
At the gate of the orchard, from a distance, the fruit trees are covered with red apples, just like red lanterns, which are beautiful. At this moment, my mother said to me, "Let's have an apple picking competition to see who picks a basket of apples first." Dad said beside him, "I am with my daughter." I am also excited to say, "Great, my father and I must be the first." Then I couldn't wait to drag my father's hand and run into the orchard. Although the fruit tree is not very tall, it's a pity that I am not tall either, so my father gently picked me up and let me ride on his generous shoulders like when I was a child. There are so many apples on the tree! I see things in a blur. At this moment, I found a big red apple hidden in the green leaves. I quickly said to my father, "Dad, Dad, look here, there is a big apple." Dad looked at the direction of my finger and smiled and said, "Really, I didn't notice it was hidden under the leaves." Dad moved his steps carefully, for fear of accidentally falling on me. Three times five divided by two, my father and I took it off. My mother has been taking pictures of our father and daughter with her mobile phone, as if she forgot the game she had arranged with me.
Time flies in the laughter of our family, and many fresh apples have been stored in the small bamboo basket. After my father put me down from my shoulder, I couldn't wait to run to my mother and said excitedly, "Mom, mom, come and see who picked more apples?" My mother wiped my sweat and said with a smile, "Don't look, Tingting certainly picked a lot, and my mother gave up." Hearing this, I am even more excited. I shouted to my father in the distance: "Dad, we are the first. Mom gave up. " Dad came up to me and said, "Of course, when our father and daughter make a move, they will definitely be the first." I am very happy to come to the orchard today. We carefully put the apples we picked into the bag. I want to take home today's award-winning trophy for grandma to taste and share her happiness.
One afternoon on National Day this year, we were idle. My aunt suggested finding a place to play in the mountains. Father said, let's go to Shuangmiao village in the mountains to pick apples. The apples there are famous and delicious.
My aunt drove, took my parents and my little cousin across the winding mountain road, enjoying the beautiful autumn scenery all the way, and soon came to Shuangmiao Village in Shenshan Village. When I opened the car door, what was just a picture of high-rise buildings and noisy city was suddenly replaced by a mountain village scenery with cool autumn wind, green eyes and fragrant fruits.
Look, there is an apple orchard! My aunt found the target first. Looking up, on the hillside not far from the village, apple trees are full of hills and branches are covered with big and red apples.
Dad soon asked the owner of the orchard, an uncle named Liang Xiao. Under his guidance, several of us crossed the mountain road to the apple orchard. There are so many apple trees here that you can't see the end at a glance. Against the red apples, the whole hillside turned red.
The apples here are really big. First, I found a big, red apple, as big as two or three fists of mine. It's so tempting to shine in the sun. I climbed the curved fruit tree, stood on tiptoe, stretched out my arms, and finally picked the first apple; Aunt and mother went to another apple tree. The apples on that tree are red and yellow, and one by one is covered with branches, bending the thick trunk. My little cousin also found a big apple, but she couldn't reach it. My father rushed over and picked her up before she picked it up.
After my little cousin and I picked the apple, we couldn't wait to take a bite first, and the sweet taste spread all over my body and mind. I am curious to ask Uncle Liang Xiao, the owner of the orchard, why are your apples so delicious? Uncle proudly said: We have high altitude, good light, large temperature difference between day and night, and apples have accumulated a lot of sugar, which is of course delicious.
It didn't take long for us to pick a lot of apples, so my father had to find a woven bag at the farmer's house to put it away. We walked out of the orchard with apples on our shoulders, just like soldiers who just came back from a victory, talking and laughing, then loaded the harvested apples into the car and told interesting stories about picking apples along the way, not to mention how happy we were.
6. Picking apples in the orchard In autumn, some children and I went to the orchard to pick apples.
When I came to the orchard, the grass danced in the breeze, as if to say, "Come and dance with me!" " Qiu Ju opened a smiling face. Ginkgo trees and maple trees are still dancing in the breeze! Fruit trees also learn to dance with them.
Look, Xiao Li and Xiao Gang are picking leaves. What are they doing? It turns out that they picked up leaves as bookmarks! The big red apple bulged its belly, as if to say, take me away quickly. Xiao Ming stood on tiptoe to pick apples and raised his face.
Picked a big red apple and smiled happily. I also saw a big red apple, but I couldn't get enough.
I shook the tree so hard that many apples fell on it. I picked up the apple happily. We gulped down the apple, which was picked by ourselves and tasted sweet.
At noon, we should go, too. We want to play here for a while, but the adults are still waiting for us to go home for lunch. We reluctantly left this beautiful orchard.
7. How to write a piece of paper for picking apples in the orchard? The sky is high and the clouds are light, the autumn wind is cool, cotton is white, apples are red ... The season has entered a mature season, and we have ushered in a festive October. ...
On Sunday morning, my mother woke me up and we were going to my aunt's house to help pick apples. As soon as I entered the orchard, there was a jubilant scene in the garden: farmers' uncles ran in and out, some blushing apples were hidden under the leaves, and some were hung high on the branches, as if to show off their elegance to people. I went straight to a fruit tree, picked up scissors and cut them. My mother rushed over and said, "Don't break the apple, don't put your hand for too long, and don't drop the apple." I cut it carefully as my mother said, either poking the apple or dropping it. An hour has passed, and my aunt seems to have picked several baskets. I haven't even filled the bottom of the basket yet. I finally finished cutting the lower part of a fruit tree. I moved a stool to cut the apples on it. But I just went up, but I fell down because I didn't stand firm. I crushed more than half of the apples on the apple tree. I was so angry that I sat on the ground and didn't pick them up. My mother came over and said, "Come on, I'll teach you." I saw my mother come under a tree, holding an apple in one hand and cutting the fruit handle with scissors in the other. This will not destroy the apple, and it is very convenient. I cut it like this, but soon my neck was tired and my legs were numb, so I persisted while my mother and aunt were still picking.
Only then did I understand the hardships of farmers. "When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard. "
Today, the school organized a meaningful social practice activity-picking apples.
In the morning, the sun is shining and the sky is clear. With excitement, we lined up neatly on the bus.
Along the way, I was stunned by the scenery outside the window: some corn from Huang Chengcheng was piled up in the field, and the farmer's uncle's face was filled with the joy of harvest. There are no trees in those bare mountains. Only some weeds have covered the mountain with a faint green coat. There are some stones on the hillside. From a distance, it looks like a flock of lambs grazing. The teacher told us: this is because someone mines in the mountains for money. They keep cutting down trees and destroying the environment.
When you walk into the orchard, the first thing you see is the shady fruit trees with heavy fruits. The thick fruit smell is fragrant and refreshing.
I carefully parted the dense branches and leaves, only to see the red Fuji and Marshal Red covered with branches, and thousands of small lanterns hung in the sun, which made people salivate. I found a big red apple, jumped lightly, held it in my right hand, twisted it hard and it fell into my hand. Apples smell delicious! I can't wait to eat it in one bite. . I picked some edamame and red beans.
This time, we not only had fun, but also learned a lot of knowledge.