Strawberry picking fourth grade composition

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The relaxing and joyful winter vacation life is really colorful, such as going to the library to study, playing snowball fights with the children, watching fireworks, etc. However, what makes me start school the most is going to the strawberry field in the countryside Pick strawberries.

Early in the morning that day, I got up quickly, then washed my face, brushed my teeth, packed up, and went to pick strawberries in the car with my sister and mother. As soon as I arrived at the strawberry field, I couldn't wait to jump out of the car and run into the farm. Looking around, the strawberry garden is so big that you can't see the edges at a glance, only white plastic greenhouses can be seen. I looked around for a long time but couldn't see a strawberry. I asked my mother strangely: "Mom, why don't you see any strawberries?" My mother said: "The strawberries are in the shed where I expected them."

The aunt at the door gave me I don't have a basin for each of us, so we all put the picked strawberries in it. I rushed into the greenhouse excitedly with the pot. The first thing I saw was red strawberries hanging on the vines, like many rubies shining. I bent down and carefully picked a strawberry and put it into my mouth, bit it gently with my teeth, and the fragrant and sweet juice flowed out and flowed into my stomach, making it sweet in my heart. I picked one after another, and soon I picked a pot of big, red strawberries. Finally, my sister took a photo as a souvenir.

When I arrived at the gate, I checked the scale, paid the fee, and took me to pick strawberries myself. I went home happily. Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 2

Last month, my parents took me to Mang Mountain to pick strawberries. After a while, we all drove to a green farmland. My mother said: " We’re here, get off the car quickly”!

I got out of the car and took a look. I only saw a large white plastic shed and green wheat fields around it. I didn’t see where the strawberries were. My mother said, "The strawberries are in the shed. This is the greenhouse." of strawberries”.

I jumped up and down to the place where school started. The old lady there gave each of us a plastic pot with a layer of paper inside, saying it was to protect the strawberries. As soon as we entered the shed, A burst of hot air hit my face, and I said: "It's so hot!" My mother said: "The strawberries in the greenhouse need to have a certain temperature and humidity to grow fast and red." I saw it, and there were green seedlings, and there was a bunch of strawberries hidden under the tender green leaves. The red and tender strawberries make me drool just looking at them. The old lady looked at me and said with a smile: "The strawberries we have here are delicious. They are milk-flavored, chocolate-flavored, and ice-cream-flavored. You can taste them first and pick some of your favorite flavors." When I heard that school was about to start, I couldn't wait to pick one of each and tasted it, "Well, the milk-flavored one does have the fragrance of milk when you eat it. It's delicious!" The other two flavors are not too strong and a bit sour, which I don’t like too much. After a while, we all picked a pot full and hurried out. We were all sweating profusely as if we had taken a sauna. Haha, it was so fun!

On the way back, my mother said: "Actually, strawberries that ripen naturally are delicious and nutritious, because things that grow naturally after being exposed to sunlight are in line with the growth laws of plants." Although I don't quite understand what my mother said, I think it makes sense. However, this is still a very happy and meaningful day! Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 3

The footsteps of spring are coming to us quietly, the cold of winter is about to pass, and the willow trees are beginning to sprout. Today my whole family went to pick strawberries! I walked toward the beautiful strawberry field with a longing heart.

When we arrived in the fields, a breeze blew through them, and the spiritual strawberries were in various shapes and lifelike.

An amiable aunt came over, and after some communication, we learned that the aunt grew strawberries. She said: "Buying strawberries is a little cheaper than picking strawberries, but picking strawberries can improve your hands-on ability." After thinking about it, we decided to buy it. Pick a little bit.

We started picking strawberries, and suddenly I saw a giant strawberry. I hurried to pick it, but I couldn't pick it off. I was so anxious that I picked it hard, and all the roots and leaves came out. The aunt who grew strawberries told me not to do this, as the strawberry plant would die. I looked back at the uprooted strawberries, and there were four small strawberries that were still immature, as if I could see their lives disappearing little by little. I felt very guilty and thought that it would be more convenient to bring a pair of scissors when picking strawberries in the future. Picking strawberries will not harm other strawberries.

Although I picked the largest strawberry in the whole strawberry field, the loss of their lives is deeply imprinted in my mind. I'm sorry strawberry, I will pick you more carefully next time.

Although there was an episode, I still set foot on the way home with the joy of a good harvest. Fourth Grade Strawberry Picking Composition 4

Last month, my father and mother took me to Mang Mountain to pick strawberries. After driving for a while, we arrived at a green farmland. My mother said: "We are here, hurry up. Get off the car”!

I got out of the car and took a look. I only saw a large white plastic shed and green wheat fields around it. I didn’t see the strawberries. My mother said, "The strawberries are in the shed. This is the greenhouse." of strawberries”.

I ran over happily and jumped up and down. The old lady there gave each of us a plastic pot with a layer of paper inside, saying it was to protect the strawberries. As soon as we entered the shed, A wave of hot air hit my face, and I said: "It's so hot!" My mother said: "The strawberries in the greenhouse need to have a certain temperature and humidity to grow fast and red." I saw it, right? There were green seedlings, and there was a bunch of strawberries hidden under the tender green leaves. The red and tender strawberries make me drool just looking at them. The old lady looked at me and said with a smile: "The strawberries we have here are delicious. They are milk-flavored, chocolate-flavored, and ice-cream flavored. You can taste them first and pick some of your favorite flavors." I was very happy when I heard it. I couldn't wait to pick one of each and tasted it. "Well, the milk-flavored one does have the fragrance of milk when you eat it. It's delicious!" The other two flavors are not too strong and a bit sour, which I don’t like too much. After a while, we picked a full pot and hurried out. We were all sweating profusely as if we had taken a sauna. Haha, it was so fun!

On the way back, my mother said: "Actually, strawberries that ripen naturally are delicious and nutritious, because things that grow naturally after exposure to sunlight are in line with the growth laws of plants." Although I don't quite understand what my mother said, I think it makes sense. However, this is still a very happy and meaningful day! Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 5

Early on Saturday morning, my mother said with a mysterious smile: "Today, we are going to pick strawberries with my aunt's sister." After hearing this, I jumped three feet high with excitement.

When I got there, I saw snow-white plastic tents. My aunt told me that this was the strawberry greenhouse. The aunt who grew strawberries took us into the greenhouse. The entrance to the greenhouse was small and narrow, and we had to bend down to enter. As soon as we entered the greenhouse, I saw a large area of ??green strawberry seedlings, but there were a few bright red strawberries. The aunt who grew strawberries took us to several sheds one after another. Finally, we chose a shed with more red strawberries and started our picking trip.

At this time, the aunt came over, gave each of us a small frame, and said kindly: "Put the strawberries in it." After I received the small frame, I started carefully I carefully looked for strawberries. There were round leaves hanging on the small strawberries. Some were green ones that had just grown, some were white ones that were about to mature, and only the red ones were mature. The small black dots on the little strawberry really look like a "little girl" covered with acne.

I picked a "fat and strong" big strawberry and tasted it carefully. My mouth was full of juice, and the sweetness was really refreshing! After a while, all of our little boxes were filled with tempting big strawberries. At this time, I saw my mother still at the other end of the greenhouse, holding up a big, red strawberry that looked like an onyx, and said happily: "I picked a strawberry king."

Time flies so fast! It was already noon, and I reluctantly left the strawberry field. Picking strawberries is so fun and the labor tastes so sweet! Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 6

My father and I got up right at dawn today. Because we were going to the greenhouse to pick strawberries, we were so excited that we couldn’t sleep!

After driving for about 2 hours, we arrived at a greenhouse base for growing strawberries. After getting off the car, my father immediately contacted the owner of a greenhouse, and the owner welcomed us in with enthusiasm! I went straight to the greenhouse with great joy. At first glance, I saw a short strawberry bush, with red fruits hanging under the big green leaves! The owner smiled and handed me a small bamboo basket and said, "Children, this year's strawberry harvest will be great. They have been looking forward to your arrival! However, the strawberry skin is very tender and will break if you are not careful. Be careful when picking!" "I nodded vigorously. I saw some white strawberries, some red, and dark red ripe fruits scattered on the ground. I looked here and there, they were so cute! The strawberries I used to eat were all bought by my mother from the market. I really didn’t know that strawberry trees grew like this. Nature is so amazing. The sun was setting in the west, and I carefully carried a basket full of strawberries back home with my father. I couldn't wait to taste their taste!

When I got home, my mother washed the strawberries cleanly, and we all sat together excitedly. I gently picked up one and took a bite. The sweet strawberry juice immediately overflowed my mouth. I couldn't help but say: "It turns out that labor tastes so happy!" Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 7

Spring is here, and my parents said they would take me to pick strawberries. When I heard the news, I jumped three feet high with joy.

As the car was driving on the road, I saw the green wheat fields, golden rapeseed flowers, and green grass on the roadside outside the car window. Before I knew it, I arrived at the destination - the strawberry base.

As soon as we walked into the greenhouse, bright red strawberries popped their heads out from among the green leaves, as if to greet us enthusiastically.

Starting to pick strawberries, I bent down and pushed aside the leaves to pick them carefully. I found that some strawberries were bright red, and some strawberries had a little white on the tips, which seemed not quite ripe. We carefully select the bright red ones. Most of them are cute heart shapes. But there are also some with strange shapes, like butterflies, wallets, and some with two horns, which are very beautiful. But I didn't put it in my basket. I picked and ate them at the same time. They tasted sour and sweet, and felt soft in my mouth. There were also black strawberry seeds, which were crunchy when I ate them.

It was almost time to leave, I wanted to pick some to take home, so I started the second round of "attack". I bent down and eagerly looked for the "little doll" wearing red clothes and a cuckold, well, Why are my feet itchy? Oh, it turns out it's a leaf "teasing" me! I saw the strawberry smiling at me and saying, "I am the biggest strawberry, come and pick me." I picked it carefully, and when I opened the grass blades, I saw some of them were strung together, like a bunch of small bells. , some shyly hidden among the leaves, like a shy little girl. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, ah, I saw a big, red strawberry. I ran to her and picked it off gently. It was heart-shaped, with sesame dots embedded in the red coat. I When I came up to smell it, a sweet fragrance filled my nose. I happily put it in my basket and continued to look for other targets.

It’s so fun to pick strawberries this time! Fourth grade composition on picking strawberries 8

Today is Sunday, January 20, 20xx, and the weather is very good. My parents and I drove back to our hometown to visit relatives.

When our car drove to Wuyang Town, Wuchuan, we passed a strawberry field, and my father suggested getting out of the car to pick strawberries. After hearing this, I was very happy. Dad got out of the car, asked the strawberry grower’s aunt about the price, and then took me to the strawberry field. At a glance, there are rows of green strawberry fields with strawberries everywhere. There are green ones, bright red ones, and half-red and half-green ones. They are so cute. They are all under the armpits of Mother Ye, half-hidden, waiting for people.

In my opinion, picking strawberries is easy, just like picking peanuts, with the roots and leaves together. So I quickly pulled up the strawberries, but my dad stopped me. He said: "It's not right to pick strawberries like this." At this time, I picked strawberries like my father, but even the petioles were picked off. Sometimes I used too much force and crushed the strawberries. I ran to my parents again and asked them for advice. After they demonstrated again, I mastered the basic method. I drew the gourd in the same way, first holding the petiole with one hand and the strawberry with the other, and then pulling it with both hands. I succeeded, and the juicy strawberries lay in my hands. I wiped the strawberries with my hands and put them in my mouth. They were sour, sweet and delicious. I followed this method and ate seven or eight of them at once.

It was my first time picking strawberries and I found it very fun. I looked at the strawberry field, reluctantly got into the car, wiped my sweet mouth, and felt even sweeter in my heart. Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 9

On Saturday afternoon, my father and mother took my brother and me to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries. Along the way, we laughed and laughed, and my brother always asked, why haven't we arrived yet?

After a while, we arrived at the strawberry field. After entering the park, we saw several plastic greenhouses arranged neatly, and many tourists had come here to pick strawberries. My brother and I each took a small basket and couldn't wait to enter the greenhouse. Entering the greenhouse, I saw that the red strawberries looked like red agate against the green leaves, with sesame dots embedded on them. They were so cute. I knelt down and saw a big red ripe strawberry, so I picked it carefully, brought it to my nose and smelled it. A sweet smell penetrated my nose, making my mouth water. . After putting them in the basket, I started picking strawberries seriously. I picked the big red strawberries into the basket one by one. I felt like there were a group of red elves in the basket. After a while, most of the basket was picked. Looking at his younger brother, he was also very happy to pick it. He was so naughty that he couldn't help but eat it. I couldn't help but pick one up and take a bite. Ah, it's sweet but sour, the flesh is tender and soft, and it tastes great! At this time, my parents came over and saw the fruits of my brother and I's work and said, "We have picked a lot, let's go home"!

Our family went home with the joy of harvest. When I got home, I was eating sweet strawberries and thought to myself: The strawberries I picked are sweet. It seems that they are the fruits of labor! Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 10

Strawberries are good things. They are not only fresh and delicious, but also sweet and sour. Among all fruits, I like strawberries the most, and I also love eating strawberries. Whenever grandpa or other guests ask me what my favorite fruit is, I will answer without hesitation: "Strawberries." If they bring strawberries, I will eat them all immediately. Therefore, my grandfather nicknamed me "Strawberry King".

At this time today, my mother had nothing to do, so she took me, the "Strawberry King", to pick strawberries.

We first took a bus to the strawberry greenhouse. There were fresh red strawberries on the stall in front of the greenhouse. I'm so greedy that my mouth is watering. When we saw the boss, we asked: "Boss, how much is a pound of strawberries?" "18 yuan." The boss also reminded us that we can go inside and pick them by ourselves. Only then did I discover that there was a huge plastic greenhouse behind the boss. As soon as I entered, a wave of heat hit my face, oh, the strawberry greenhouse is so hot! Looking around, I saw long rows of strawberries planted on the ridges of the soil. The green leaves were dotted with red and white strawberries, which were very eye-catching and beautiful.

I also discovered that the industrious little bees live and collect honey here!

I took a noodle plate and followed the boss’s instructions: first find a ripe strawberry that is as red as the bottom of the strawberry. Don’t pinch the strawberry, but find the stem connected to the strawberry. Then cut it off. In this way, the strawberries will be picked intact, otherwise, if you are not careful, they will be a mess. So, I bent down and started picking. After a while, there were more strawberries in the noodle plate. The strawberries were lying on the noodle plate, fresh and fresh, really like little lanterns. Although I was sweating profusely, I was still so happy that I showed off my achievements to my mother from time to time.

Just one hour passed, and my mother and I returned home with a full load. On the way back, my mother and I shared the "results" and had endless aftertaste! Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 11

I don’t know where strawberries grow. I have only seen picked strawberries on the street. So where do strawberries grow? Does it grow on trees like oranges or in the ground like potatoes? I came to the strawberry greenhouse with curiosity, oh! It turns out that strawberries neither grow on trees nor in the ground; they grow on the ground.

The strawberry is bright red, like a shy little girl hiding under the strawberry leaves. I couldn't wait to pick one and taste it. At first I picked the good-looking ones, put them in my mouth and ate them, it was so sour! There was an aunt next to me who was saying that only big, red and pointed strawberries are delicious. I carefully lifted up a strawberry and it felt heavy in my hand. It was really big, red and pointed. I thought: This strawberry must be very sweet. I took it off and put it in my mouth, and a sweet taste flowed into my heart. This strawberry is so sweet, a hundred times sweeter than the ones bought on the street, because I picked this strawberry myself. I will pick it this way. When I was about to pick it, someone called out that there was a bigger strawberry here. When I turned around to look, there was someone taking a picture of me. It turned out to be my sister. In this way, everyone kept their bellies full while laughing and joking. Afterwards, we reluctantly left the strawberry greenhouse and went to other places to play.

We had a lot of fun this time. It not only taught me some knowledge about strawberries, but also allowed me to taste fresh strawberries picked by myself. Fourth Grade Strawberry Picking Composition 12

Last month, my parents took me to Mang Mountain to pick strawberries. After a short drive, we came to a green farmland. My mother said: "We are here, get out of the car quickly. Bar"!

I got out of the car and took a look. I only saw a large white shed made of plastic and green wheat fields around it. I didn’t see the strawberries. My mother said, "The strawberries are in the shed. This is the greenhouse." of strawberries”.

I ran over happily and jumped up and down. The old lady there gave each of us a plastic pot with a layer of paper inside, saying it was to protect the strawberries. As soon as we entered the shed, there was a smell. The hot air hit my face, and I said: "It's so hot!" My mother said: "Strawberries in the greenhouse need to have a certain temperature and humidity to grow fast and red." I saw it, and there were green seedlings, and there was a little one hidden under the tender green leaves. The red and tender strawberry makes me drool just looking at it. The old lady looked at me and said with a smile: "The strawberries we have here are delicious. They are milk-flavored, chocolate-flavored, and ice-cream flavored. You can taste them first and pick some of your favorite flavors." I was so happy when I heard it, I couldn't wait to pick one of each and tasted it, "Well, the milk-flavored one does have the fragrance of milk, it's delicious!" The other two flavors are not too strong and a bit sour, which I don’t like too much. After a while, we picked a full pot and hurried out. We were all sweating profusely as if we had taken a sauna. Haha, it was so fun!

On the way back, my mother said: "Actually, strawberries that ripen naturally are delicious and nutritious, because things that grow naturally after being exposed to sunlight are in line with the growth laws of plants." Although I don't quite understand what my mother said, I think it makes sense.

However, this is still a very happy and meaningful day! Fourth Grade Strawberry Picking Composition 13

Today is a sunny day, and our family went to Wanmuban Strawberry Base to pick strawberries with great interest.

When I arrived at the base, I saw strawberry greenhouses lined up in rows, one next to the other, each one dozens of meters long and seven or eight meters wide. With so many greenhouses, it is indeed a strawberry base! Under the guidance of the staff, we entered the greenhouse to pick strawberries by ourselves. As soon as I entered, I felt that it was extremely hot inside the greenhouse, maybe because strawberries like this kind of growing temperature. You see, there are many bright strawberry fruits hanging under each strawberry bush, and many strawberry babies are lying lazily. The ground is like rubies dotted on a green carpet. Looking around, there are strawberries everywhere, some are heart-shaped, some are like ingots, and their postures are different. Some of the colors are bright red, some are white with red inside, some are pure white, and some are just a small white flower! Every strawberry stuck its head and smiled at me. Looking at them, I was already salivating and couldn't wait to reach out and pick them. But look at this one, it’s very good, look at that one, it’s also very good, I really don’t know which one to pick first!

I picked one carefully and put it gently into the basket, as if I was afraid of hurting the strawberry. Strawberry fruit is very soft and will break if it is heavy! Gradually, more and more strawberries were picked in the basket, and soon it became a small hill. When my mother saw it, she urged me and said: "Pengpeng, it's almost done, come out quickly!" "Oh!" I reluctantly left.

On the way home, I quietly picked a big red strawberry and took a secret taste. The honey-like juice soaked into my entire throat. It was really delicious! I looked at the dazzling red strawberries and blossomed with joy. Because I not only tasted the sweetness of strawberries, but also experienced the fun of picking them, which was great! Fourth grade strawberry picking composition 14

On a sunny afternoon, we were all filled with joy and cheering. Do you know why? Haha, because my uncle is taking us to a place I have longed for.

Not long after, we arrived. With a "Wow" sound, I jumped out of the car and hurried to the strawberry field. The air is refreshing, and you can see the ethereal blue sky when you look up. Everything here is as beautiful as you want it to be. We entered the strawberry garden, each holding a small basket, just like Little Red Riding Hood in the fairy tale. There are six lanes here. I chose lane 3, while my sister chose lane 4 next to me. I bent down and looked at the small strawberries hidden among the leaves. Each little strawberry is like a shy little girl, blushing so beautifully that it makes people feel happy unconsciously. I looked at it and couldn't help but eat it. There was still a little bit of strawberry juice on my face! I thought to myself, I’d better not eat it yet and pick and eat it later. Soon my basket was filled with strawberries. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a big, red strawberry shyly appeared in front of my eyes. I swallowed and gently pulled the leaf away, for fear of disturbing it. When I was about to pick it, a small yellow bee buzzed around me, as if it was like a knight guarding itself. princess. I was startled by it, but I picked the strawberries calmly, pretending as if nothing had happened.

I inadvertently lowered my head and realized that my clothes were all traces of the "battle" I had just done. I thought in my mind: This is over, my mother will definitely scold me to death. The time was almost up, I walked slowly towards the exit, eating as I walked, I almost finished the strawberries in the basket, I stopped my "evil" hands in time.

What a happy day! Next time, I will come to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries! Fourth Grade Strawberry Picking Composition 15

I like eating strawberries. This winter vacation, I finally ate the most delicious strawberries, which were fresh and sweet, because they were all picked by me.

On the afternoon of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, my mother and I participated in a parent-child strawberry picking activity organized by the hotel where we stayed.

We took a car to the strawberry field and saw greenhouses lined up everywhere. The aunt in the greenhouse gave each of us a basket and took us into one of the greenhouses.

As soon as I entered the greenhouse, I was greeted by the greenery. I took a closer look and saw that the strawberries were like cute red lanterns hiding behind the vine leaves. I squatted down and opened a bunch of leaves, and saw several strawberries popping out. They were all wearing bright red skirts studded with black diamonds, and little green hats on their heads. I couldn't wait to start picking strawberries, but this was my first time picking strawberries, and I didn't know how to pick them. The strawberries I picked were either bad or ugly. At this time, my mother said to me: "Jiajia, you can't do it so hard. You have to pick the leaves with them. Not only does it look good, but it's not easy to break." After that, my mother demonstrated to me once. It turns out that there is still something to pick strawberries. Such great knowledge. I followed my mother's example, bending my waist, pushing aside the dense leaves with one hand, and picking the strawberries with the leaves with the other hand. After a while, I picked a full basket, my waist was sore, and I was sweating all over. But I don't feel tired at all. Looking at the basket full of strawberries, I couldn't help but pick one up and take a bite. It was so sweet and refreshing! I ate several of them with relish, they tasted great! Looking at my trophy, although I was a little tired, I was still happy.

When picking strawberries this time, I not only tasted the fruits of my labor, but also experienced the joy and harvest brought by labor!