Pick cherry composition 400 words 1 May Day holiday, our family of three happily went to Tongshan town to pick cherries. Along the way, I kept asking, "How many minutes will it take to get there? I was so worried ... "It took me about half an hour to finally reach the foot of the mountain.
When I got off the bus, a fragrant and charming cherry smell came to my nose, which made people drool. From a distance, all the cherries in the mountain are grinning at me. One of them is the tallest tree, with thousands of cherries on it, like a big green umbrella decorated with red flowers. I couldn't wait to climb the mountain, and found many colors of cherries, such as turquoise, orange and red. Listen to their introduction, the red one is ripe and the sweetest. Pick one and put it in your mouth. It feels sweet and sour. It tastes really good! I ate while running, and soon I tasted the cherries of every tree. I found that although the varieties of cherry trees are the same, each tree tastes different. Finally, I picked the sweetest and most delicious tree and shouted, "The cherry on this tree tastes sweetest and most delicious. Let's pick it here! " The branches of cherry trees are high and low. I can reach out and pick at the low branches, but I can't pick at the high branches. Moreover, there are fewer people picking cherries on high places, and the sunshine is sweeter. My father and I cooperate with each other. He lowered the branches, and I picked cherries one by one, and some of them were in clusters of three or four, as if brothers and sisters were playing together! After a while, a basket of cherries was picked, and I was so tired that I was sweating.
On the way home, I remembered a poem: it was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Farmers' hard work and careful cultivation of cherry trees will bring us the joy of picking cherries.
Pick a cherry composition 400 words 2 flowers bloom and fall, in a blink of an eye, the tree is full of cherries. Another year passed, and I stood under the tree and thought quietly. Last year, the scene of cherry trees reappeared in front of my eyes. Time, time flies.
That tree has been in this yard since I was sensible, and I can eat sour and sweet cherries every year. Looking at the ripe cherries on the tree, I unconsciously fell into memories again.
I remember that at this time of year, cherries are ripe and naturally attract many birds. At this time, my mother always sends out: go, go. In order to get rid of these uninvited guests, the tree was covered with peach stones. We have to clean these peach stones over and over again every day. In the past, my grandfather would always let me stand under the tree and then go up and pick a basket full of cherries for me to eat. Now, my father-in-law is ill, very ill, and can't pick cherries for me this year. Standing under the tree, I was thinking: Grandpa, will he suddenly get up from the hospital bed now, and then come to me and say, come, I'll pick it for you! If the father-in-law lying in the hospital bed knows that the cherries are ripe, will he be thinking: Who will pick cherries for my little granddaughter this year? Maybe he will think so, because my father-in-law loves me the most.
I stood on tiptoe and picked a cherry. I gently put it in my mouth, and the familiar taste spread in my mouth, still sour and sweet. I don't know why, but I always feel a little different this year. This year's cherries seem sweeter than usual, and there are fewer guests this year. This, is it my illusion? Maybe this is not an illusion, because a few days have passed, but the trees are not covered with peach stones as before.
The 400-word composition of cherry picking says: "Cherry is delicious but not easy to grow", but I think it should be "Cherry is delicious but not easy to pick".
Early in the morning, my mother said she would take me to pick cherries. After a bumpy ride, we finally arrived at Uncle Wan's home in cherry orchard. I was stunned as soon as I entered the garden. There are cherries everywhere. Different varieties, smooth taste. There are low and thin small cherry trees; There are tall and stout cherry trees; There are golden and round yellow cherries; And red and fat red cherries. I am dazzled, dazzled. I didn't have time to wait, like stepping on a somersault cloud in the Monkey King, I ran to a yellow cherry tree. But the tree is too high, I can't reach the cherry!
You see, my father holds my feet and my mother holds my waist. I climbed the tall cherry tree like a tree climber. I hold the branches with my left hand, carefully separate the branches with my right hand, gently hold my arm, gently squeeze the cherry stems with my thumb and forefinger, and squeeze hard, so the lovely chubby cherry lies flat in my hand, firmly. In a short time, I mastered the balance ability in the tree. The left hand is a string and the right hand is a string. Gradually, the number of cherries in the bag increased little by little. Looking at more and more cherries, my heart is full of joy. ...
It's time to go down the mountain. I took with me the fruits of our labor all afternoon. Suddenly, respect for the farmer's uncle came to life. The sentence "every grain is hard" is so right. We only picked this bag of cherries in the afternoon. How many days did it take the farmer's uncle to pick a bunch of cherries sold in that shopping mall? It's really "cherry is delicious but not easy to pick"!
Today, I got up early, because we were going to Banan Yum to pick cherries, and invited two teachers to go together. I am very happy.
After breakfast, the three of us set out and gathered next to the auto parts city. When everyone was here, we set off and it took us an hour and a half to reach our destination. When we got off the bus, we all hugged our teacher happily. Then we found an old lady selling cherries and decided to pick her cherries. Everyone followed us to the mountain. The sun is very bright. We talked and laughed all the way. Teacher Wang told us the names of many plants. After walking for about half an hour, I finally arrived at the cherry field. The old ladies each gave me a basket. I took the basket and couldn't wait to climb the tree to pick the big red cherry. Put it in the basket, and I will eat sour cherries while picking them. My mother asked me to pick the big black one under the tree. After listening to my mother, I climbed to the top of the tree and picked the biggest and darkest one. Much more delicious than before. I tasted the sweetness and continued to look around the tree, trying to find the biggest one to eat. My mother shouted under the tree, "Don't eat too much." I went in one ear and out the other. Wei Zixiang didn't climb the tree several times. Finally Tao Siyan climbed up to compete with me for the mountain. My mother took pictures of us below, and we ate cherries happily in the tree.
How time flies! At dinner time, we went to the farmhouse, where I took a branch to chase ducks. I think today is fun!
On a sunny Saturday, my father and I went to Yuyao to pick cherries, and we were very happy. On the road, the trees on both sides are lush and the air is fresh and sweet.
When I arrived at the cherry base, I saw cherry trees everywhere, and many tourists had already walked through the forest with small baskets. We also bought a basket, ready to feel the joy of harvest. The cherry on the branch is like a red agate, shining in the sun. No matter how shaded by the green leaves, it can't stop its attractive brilliance. They are dotted with green leaves, like chubby dolls. You hugged me and squeezed me, as if they were fighting for us to pick them, which made my mouth water. I can't wait to jump, reach for a cherry and send it straight to my mouth: "Ah! So sour! " Dad smiled and told me that picking big and red ones is sweet. So, I climbed up the tree like a little monkey to pick the big cherry at the top of the tree. Some big and red cherries jumped into my mouth and turned into a wisp of sweetness. Some jumped into my basket and lay quietly waiting for me to take them home. I ate and picked, and unconsciously, we harvested a basket full of big cherries.
It's time for lunch Although only some farmers grow their own dishes, the farmhouse there is refreshing and delicious, and every dish is eaten backwards.
It's time to go home, my father urged me, and I reluctantly left the cherry world that made me linger. On this day, I am very happy, because I am very happy here.
May is the season of cherry ripening. On Sunday, my family went back to my grandmother's house with my grandparents and went to Mengjiawang Village in Anqiu to pick cherries. Cherry is a specialty of our hometown, as we all know.
As soon as I got off the bus, I couldn't wait to go straight to Grandma's cherry orchard. A breeze blew, and rows of neat cherry trees in the garden swayed with the wind, as if welcoming us. When I walk under the tree, the green trees are covered with ruby-like cherries, which makes people drool. Cherry can be interesting, some small heads together, head to head, as if whispering; Some are like shy little girls, blushing, hiding behind green leaves and refusing to see anyone.
I climbed the tree and sat on the branch, picking one and eating another, specially picking big and red cherries to eat. Gently bite, the mouth is full of bright red juice, sour and sweet. My father sprained his foot, so I can only watch us pick them up in a hurry and stand under the tree. Grandpa is old, but he is not willing to lag behind. He just grabbed the branch, stood on tiptoe, leaned out and picked it carefully. I looked down from the tree: mom and grandma were gone. I shouted, "grandma, mom, where are you?" Mother poked her head out of the bushes on the other side and answered loudly, "I'm here." The cherries here are so attractive, red and dense. " Looking at their busy figures, I quickly hung a small basket on the branches, dragging branches full of cherries in one hand and picking ripe cherries in the other. After a while, I was so busy that I was sweating. But looking at the red cherry in the basket, my fatigue was swept away. Our laughter came from time to time in cherry orchard.
When I left, I looked back at the shadow of cherry orchard from time to time. I shouted, "I'll pick cherries again next May."
Cherry picking composition 400 words 7 small cherry, small cherry, I hummed a ditty and grandma came to the mountain! On the mountain, I saw my grandfather picking cherries there. My grandmother told me that my grandfather came before I got up!
Start picking cherries! I helped grandma catch the branches and grandma was picking them. After scratching for a while, my arm went numb. I think grandma and grandpa are grabbing branches and picking cherries all day, and I am confident to help grandma grab branches again!
After a while, I climbed a tree to eat cherries. I saw yellow cherry, red cherry and Burgundy cherry. I ate a red cherry, sour and sweet! I ate another Burgundy cherry, sweet and flattered! Then I accidentally ate a yellow cherry and almost made me fall from the tree! Yellow cherry has children's little fingers and nails! Red and burgundy cherries are as big as a child's thumb and nails!
Cherry is soft and elastic when pinched! Squeeze hard and the cherry stone will fly out with a bang! Like a bullet.
Grandma asked me to pick the cherry with the cherry handle, otherwise the cherry will not grow next year! Grandma said: "There is an old saying in China: cherries are delicious, but the fruit is hard to pick!" I really feel like this when I pick cherries!
Before picking cherries, a cherry tree was planted in the school wall. When summer comes and the fruits are ripe, the teachers will arrange for us to pick cherries in the orchard. Although it's almost the same as what you bought in the market, it's always better to choose it yourself and taste different.
Because there are too many people in the school, the teacher naturally won't let everyone go to the garden. Every time, he will pick a few students who have better grades or are more obedient. I was lucky to be selected by the teacher to pick cherries in the garden with my classmates.
As soon as I entered the garden, I was attracted by all kinds of big and red cherries. But I'm not curious about things like "Grandma Liu enters the Grand View Garden", because I think it's fun and I'm happy to be with so many classmates.
Several of us were assigned to a tree, and the task was to pick them all. When we are busy picking cherries, we fight and laugh, and occasionally eat a few by ourselves, regardless of the fact that we haven't washed them yet, because we enjoy the present atmosphere and happiness.
After picking them, we hand them all in. Then help divide it and give it to everyone. We are also very happy to see that every classmate ate a big red cherry, and his face was filled with a satisfied expression. There is always a price to pay.
On Saturday night, my mother said, "We will pick cherries tomorrow." I look forward to coming early tomorrow.
The next day, the sun was shining and the blue sky was like a washed sapphire. I can't wait to pick up the cherry picking tool. I saw a sea of people and traffic on the road. Suddenly, large tracts of cherry trees appeared in front of my eyes. It turns out that we have come to Zhao Jiazhen. Here, with beautiful scenery and flowers, it is a treasure trove of geomantic omen. Tourists eat cherries while picking them. I really envy them!
Unconsciously, we also came to cherry orchard. I approached a tall cherry tree and saw a bunch of red, round and big cherries growing under the big leaves. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves of cherry trees made sand, sand and sand sounds from time to time, as if playing a welcome song. Cherry shook its little head as if to say, "Come and eat me!" " . I can't wait to put a yellow cherry in my mouth. Oh, it's too sour. The fruit grower said, "The yellow cherry is not ripe yet, so let's eat the red cherry." After listening to the fruit farmer, I quickly picked a red cherry and put it in my mouth. "Oh, how sweet!" "I looked at the top of the tree and said," Wow, many red cherries! "Well, I can't reach it. The fruit grower moved the ladder. I climbed it carefully, bent the cherry branches with bamboo hooks, picked the cherries one by one and put them in a small basket.
After a while, my mother said, "It's getting late. Go home. " . I walked out of cherry orchard reluctantly. I waved to the cherry tree and said, "I will definitely come back this time next year!" " " .
During the May Day holiday, we went to Yang Meiyuan in Yuyao for a holiday.
As soon as I got off the bus, I was attracted by the dense red dots on a tree. I couldn't help walking to the tree and taking a closer look. Wow, it's a cherry! ! The whole tree is covered with a net, but two people can stand between the tree and the net, which seems to have other uses. Just when I was disappointed, an old man kindly said to me, "Little girl! Pick it up! This net is bird proof! Cherry is for people to pick. " On one side of the security guard also nodded. Yes! Good luck falls from the sky, cherry, I'm coming! I thought happily.
I reached out my left hand, grabbed the lowest branch, quickly searched for ripe cherries with my eyes, and then quickly picked the cherries from the branch with my right hand. I held the cherry carefully and studied it carefully: its skin was red. Squeeze it gently with your hand, and the water will burst the epidermis and splash around, revealing orange pulp, which makes people fall in love at first sight. I couldn't resist the temptation of cherry, so I put it in my mouth. "It's delicious!" I can't help but say. Cherry is sour and sweet, and the flesh is like a few little fairies brushing my lips. "What are you doing? Pick cherries quickly! " My brother interrupted my fantasy and I gave him an angry look. My brother ignored me and said to me in a commanding tone, "Pick it quickly! I will bend the taller branch with a wooden stick. You can get into the net, weigh your feet and pick cherries. You got it? ! ""yes! " I am also happy at once. My brother gently hooked a branch with a wooden stick. I quickly got into the net, weighed my feet, grabbed the bent branches with my left hand, and then picked the cherry fruit. We cooperated tacitly and finally chose a small basket. My brother and I returned home with a full load and happily went home to eat cherries.
This picking is really hard to forget, because the acidity and sweetness of cherries have already penetrated into my heart.
Cherry picking composition 400 words 1 1 Last week, my mother said that she would take me to pick cherries. I faltered and said that I didn't want to go. My mother took me with her.
When we got to the cherry picking place, we found Uncle menstruation and Tingting waiting for us with baskets, so we couldn't wait to climb the mountain. After climbing for a long time, I was shocked. At first glance, there are thousands of cherry trees, as if there are cherry trees in Fiona Fang, and the red cherry is swaying gently in front of my eyes, as if dancing beautifully and arguing about beauty.
My mother came and pulled me out, still immersed in that beautiful idea, and said, "Pick it quickly, it's dark, you can't pick it!" " "
Hearing this, I immediately got up, picked two and tasted one, while enjoying the agate-like cherries, and some were like teenage girls, bulging their faces and afraid to show their beauty; Some people put on red skirts to show their dancing in the wind; Some of them are laughing happily!
At this time, my aunt came with a whole basket of cherries. When she saw that there were almost no cherries in my basket, she thought I picked the second basket and asked me, "Where's your other basket?"
I cried and laughed, and immediately took it off. I found that some trees have sweet fruits and some trees have sour fruits. Suddenly, I tasted a cherry on a tree, as sweet as honey, so I climbed the tree and picked it up. Many things happen. When my hands are sore, my basket is also full of cherries. Then my mother came over and said, "It's getting late. It's getting dark Go home. "
When I walked out of the mountain, I looked back again. I really want to stay a little longer. My mother took my hand and I followed, looking at the cherry in my hand. I'm so happy!
Cherry picking composition 400 words 12 May is the season of cherry ripening. My family and I went to cherry orchard to pick cherries.
When I came to cherry orchard, I saw agate-like cherry trees looming among the leaves like shy little dolls. Take a closer look, the small cherry is crystal clear under the sunlight, which makes people want to take a bite.
Looking at the mouth-watering cherry, my mother and I couldn't wait to pick it up in a small basket. I peeled off the green leaves, picked a big red cherry and pulled it down directly. When my mother saw it, she quickly stopped me and told me gently, "There is a way to pick cherries. You must also take off its handle, so that cherries can grow again in this place next year. " After listening to my mother, I went to pick cherries again. This time, I carefully held the petiole, gently picked it, and a small cherry suddenly fell into my hand. Looking at the little cherry in my hand, I can't help but get excited. At this time, I saw some big and red cherries on the branches, but I really couldn't reach them. I quickly called my mother for help, only to find that she was moving a small ladder. With the help of my mother, I climbed the ladder carefully and picked it up again. One, two, three ... Soon, my basket was full of red cherries.
Looking at the basket full of bright red cherries, my mouth is watering. I couldn't help taking one and putting it in my mouth. Ah, sweet and sour.
Picking cherries not only makes me feel the joy of labor, but also makes me enjoy the joy and sweetness of harvest.
Cherry Picking Composition 400 words 13 On May Day, my sister Fan Wenyu and my parents drove from Hanzhong to Xixiang Cherry Valley to pick cherries.
About an hour later, we arrived at Cherry Valley. We walked up the hill. This is a highway. There are not many people up there. Only a few people go up. Look both ways, wow-red cherries are hanging on the treetops, shining with crystal light!
After walking for a while, the aunt who led the way turned to a path, and we followed. This path is narrow and steep, and it is not easy to walk at all. I walked carefully for fear of falling, but Sister Fan Wenyu was not afraid at all. She strode forward and dared to pick red and big cherries.
After walking for about five minutes, I stopped in front of a cherry forest. Cherry trees are planted on the hillside, and red and big cherries hang motionless on the treetops. Sister Fan Wenyu stepped forward and stopped in front of a cherry tree. She picked many red and big cherries and put them in a bag. I picked up a cherry and observed it carefully. It has green stems, red skins and glittering and translucent yellow flesh. I opened my mouth and put the cherry in it carefully. I froze when I ate it. I cried happily, "Wow-it's delicious! The meat is soft and the juice is sweet and sour. " We picked more cherries.
It's almost time to pick. We walked at a brisk pace and went back happily in the afterglow of the sunset.
Cherry picking composition 400 words 14 One sunny morning, my father and I drove to Zhao's house to pick cherries.
When I got off the bus, I saw a sea of people on the mountain from a distance. I climbed the mountain with my father and several uncles and took a look at "wow"! The red cherries all over the mountain are crystal clear! I can't help swallowing! I couldn't wait to reach out a hand to pick a cherry as red as fire, but I hesitated, so high! Where can I choose it? I said to my father, "Dad, I can't reach this cherry branch!" " "Dad said kindly," I know you can't reach it, so I prepared a hook for you. You can hang it on a branch with a hook and then pull it down slowly. "I carefully hooked it with a hook stick and pulled it down easily. Then I pulled the branch with my left hand and picked the cherry with my right hand and put it in my mouth. " Not bad! "Sweet and sour, with a strong taste! It makes people feel relaxed and happy!
I ate while picking, and soon my stomach swelled up and I was very happy. When I am full, I will sit on the grass and enjoy the warmth brought by the sunshine, thinking that we have worked so hard to pick cherries, not to mention it is even more difficult for farmers to cultivate such delicious cherries! I really want to help farmers when they are sweating. I think learning should be like a farmer's uncle. Only by working hard now will there be fruitful results in the future!
Pick a cherry composition 400 words 15 On a rainy Sunday, the sky was clear and the air was exceptionally fresh. My family of three went to Fuyu Mountain to pick cherries. It's cherry blossom picking season. Now is the time to pick them!
We drove along Panshan Highway to the cherry picking base at an altitude of more than 800 meters. Wow, everywhere you look, there are lush cherry trees. Look carefully, the trees are covered with cherries. Strings of red cherries stand out against the green leaves.
I got drunk before I tasted the cherry. We shouted excitedly: this red, that sweet! You taste it! We couldn't help rushing to pick it, and the whole tree suddenly became lively. But the delicious cherry is tall, so I had a brainwave and asked my mother to hook it down with long branches. Then I stood on tiptoe and stretched out my arm. A string of attractive cherries fell into my palm. Looking at the bright red cherry on it, I couldn't wait to pick one and put it in my mouth. Suddenly, a sour and sweet juice seeped into my heart. It is really delicious!
Like monkeys picking peaches, we picked one after another and ate one after another. My mother and I are full of joy and contentment, eating this fresh and refreshing cherry with relish. Don't forget to bring a basket back when you leave! Let grandparents share the fruits of our labor!