The world with strawberries is quiet and beautiful, pure pink, light pink, very warm, * _ * very harmonious ... Strawberries are fragrant, quiet and refreshing, just like our friendship, just like love! The world with love is beautiful and warm, which can make us forget all the sadness. ...
When I got home, I found attractive strawberries on the table, and I couldn't put them down. I saw a strawberry as small as a heart and as big as a peach, with brown sesame seeds embedded in it and a few small green leaves holding it below. When I look at them, they look like a red lantern! Smell it, a sweet smell goes straight to the nose, making people salivate. Strawberry is like a small oval face, delicate and charming.
I couldn't wait to pick the green leaves, washed the strawberries several times and put them in my mouth, only to find that the taste was wrong. In the ocean of my memory, strawberries are sweet and as delicious as honey.
Seeing this red strawberry reminds me of the past, and I put things on people. One sunny afternoon, my father took me to her house to play. The adults talked loudly and I accompanied her for a walk in the yard. Her house is an isolated fairyland, with tall trees, green lawns and colorful flowers arranged in an orderly way, which is simply a paradise. She disappeared. When I was looking for her, she appeared in front of me like an angel, holding a crystal clear strawberry in her hand and stuffing it into my heart. I ate strawberries and felt very happy. Later, I learned that they planted them in the yard, and the morning stars were scarce, which made me more impressed with her, like a model printed in my mind.
She is a hospitable little girl, which has always impressed me deeply. So far, I have never eaten such a sweet strawberry. That sweet strawberry has been deeply rooted in my heart!
My hometown is in Western Union, where there is a strawberry garden that people will never forget. The strawberries in the garden are sour and sweet, refreshing and delicious. If you taste them, you will have an endless aftertaste. I can't bear to leave every time I go.
Every autumn, hardworking people in my hometown will turn over the land into rows, then plant strawberry seedlings, water, fertilize, weed and kill insects. Although it is very hard, they always have a sweet smile on their faces, because they know that their labor will bring harvest. Whenever I see this scene, my mood will be particularly good, as if I had been happy.
When winter comes, people cover bamboo slices with large transparent white plastic films to create a warm "home" for strawberries. In this warm "home", strawberry seedlings are growing happily, full of flowers, so lively. I like watching them inside. I am very happy. There is no such beautiful scenery in the park, and I don't even want to leave. After a while, I have arrived in England.
Bright spring is coming, and there are colorful colors everywhere. Strawberry fruit changed from green to blue-white, then from blue-white to red-white, and gradually matured. The fully ripe strawberry fruit is bright red and looks a bit like litchi. Standing in the garden and looking into the distance is like a green carpet dotted with red gems. The red strawberry fruit is so delicate in the sun, I can't help but bend down and gently pick it up with my hand and smell it, which smells sweet and sour.
The best time to eat strawberry fruit is early summer. Walking into the strawberry garden is like walking into the red world. Picking strawberries is a happy thing. Pick a strawberry fruit and put it in your mouth and gently bite it. The sweetness and bitterness of the fragrance slipped from the mouth to the stomach, and it felt great.
I like the strawberry garden in my hometown. I hope that the strawberry orchard in my hometown is getting bigger and bigger, so that more people can come here and eat delicious and nutritious strawberry fruits.
I like strawberries in my hometown.
My hometown is a small county in Shanxi. This county is called Jiangxian, which is rich in strawberries.
In the drizzle, strawberries are enjoying the moisture of rain. Strawberries are red in color, but uncooked ones are blue-green. In winter, strawberries grow in greenhouses. The temperature here is not as cold as it is outside, which is suitable for strawberry growth. In spring, strawberries grow outdoors. Strawberries grow on the ground and their leaves are not very high. Branchlets stick out from the stems and strawberries grow on the branches. I like eating freshly cooked strawberries best, and the sweet and sour taste is memorable.
I love my hometown, but I love strawberries in my hometown more.
Picking wild strawberries
Because of SARS and May Day, my parents took me to my grandmother's house in the country. First of all, they let me get in touch with nature, breathe fresh air and broaden my horizons. And you want me to have fun! To tell the truth, I am really happy these days! Of course, the most unforgettable thing is picking wild strawberries!
come back with fruitful results
The golden sun was high in the sky, and my mother took my brother and me up the mountain to pick wild strawberries. Coming to the mountain, from a distance, a large green carpet is dotted with red pearls. How beautiful! Seeing this, my hands itch. Without saying anything, I rushed to pick it up first. Mom and brother certainly didn't want to fall behind, so they took it. After a while, we picked a big pot. My brother and I looked at this red wild strawberry, not to mention how happy we were, humming and returning home in triumph!
Pain or hardship cannot be expressed in words.
As my father said: you will get what you pay! It's not, our whole body is either a thorn in the flesh or a scar cut by a thorn, which is burning and really painful! Although it hurts, my brother and I don't feel any pain as long as we think of a pot full of red wild strawberries, and I don't know why! Perhaps it is because I have tasted the joy of harvest, and this pain is a piece of cake!
You get what you deserve.
Who knows, the next morning, I kept getting blisters! Red, like wild strawberries, and quite bright! Do they hate me? Do they have to expose me? Or do I feel sick and itchy because I can't get out? Really self-inflicted! If I know this, why should I know it?
Strawberry piaoxiang
On the afternoon of March 9, our class and Class 3 (3) went to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries.
Wow! It smells good. I really smelled strawberries before I saw them! Soon, a large strawberry garden appeared before our eyes. The students cheered and ran to the garden. I see some red strawberries are big, some are small, some have just appeared, and some are ripe. It looks as if they are very sweet. How tempting! So, I asked my boss for a bag and walked to the attractive strawberry garden. However, everything disappointed me. The strawberries here are small, and so are the strawberries there. Alas! But accidentally, I saw a big strawberry, so I quickly walked over and picked it gently and carefully for fear that it would rot. "There are too few strawberries here, almost all of them are green strawberries!" "Too bad, I can't find a red strawberry, there are too many green strawberries!" "alas! Strawberries are so cute that no one likes them! " The students are all disappointed. But I'm not discouraged. I searched patiently. "I found it, I found it!" "I found it again! "... I cried happily. It seems that I have to look carefully, and sure enough, I found many strawberries in a short time. "Yang yi, it's very kind of you to find so many strawberries. Can you help me choose some? "Vice monitor nguyen shouted loudly. Blink of an eye, I picked a few for the vice monitor. Then, the two of us walked to further strawberry fields together. However, the mud was too slippery, so I asked my uncle nearby. My uncle answered my question happily. "As long as you walk on the roadside weeds. "So, our speed is faster. Finally, we all returned home with a full load.
Although our feet are dirty, I not only learned the secret of stepping on the mud, but also "returned home with a full load" today! I believe I will be more experienced than my parents in picking strawberries in the future! Today's strawberry picking activity really makes us linger!
Picking strawberries
Today, my mother and I saw a place selling strawberries on our way back from Yichun. We chose the nearest shed to pick strawberries.
Oh, my god, it's so hot in the shed. I feel like I'm in the sun, but there are still many strawberries there.
I saw in the strawberry shed that strawberries grow on the grass close to the ground, not on trees as I thought.
I saw many bees flying around in the strawberry shed and a hive. Bees stop on strawberry flowers, most of which are white, and the petals are purple. Male flowers are like fathers and female flowers are like mothers. Bees help them spread pollen, and they give birth to their own children-strawberries. At the same time, bees also get an indispensable nutrition-honey.
I was thinking about this problem while picking strawberries. Today, I not only harvested strawberries, but also gained the happiness of knowledge and labor. Then, I took the three treasures home.