Northeast potherb photography appreciation composition

Today is Saturday. I got up early and followed my mother to dig wild vegetables in the field.

As soon as I entered the field, I was surprised to find that spring had come. He comes from the green grass, from the running water, from the breeze, from the happy laughter of the world.

My mother told me that those with serrated edges are wild vegetables. So we broke up. I have a shovel in one hand and a bag in the other. I opened my eyes wide. I looked around and found a piece. I bent down, dug with a shovel, dug it out with my hand, and finally put it in my bag. After a while, a large piece of blue wild vegetables appeared in front of my eyes.

I rushed to my mother with a bag in my hand. Mom opened the bag and gave a wry smile. I asked, "What's the matter?" Mother said, "You dug a lot of weeds!" " My face turned red at once. There is so much knowledge in digging wild vegetables! I really don't want to climb a mountain as high as Toyama. Without a deep stream, I don't know how thick the land is!