Yongcheng city Mangdangshan Science and Technology Museum's Travel Notes for the Fifth Grade Composition

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than a month since school started. Just this Friday, we are going to have an autumn outing in the downtown vegetable garden. Hearing the news, the students were very disappointed. This is just a vegetable garden. What's the fun? But there's nothing I can do. Lunch is a distraction. When I came to the urban vegetable garden, I didn't see the charming scenery or the faint flowers in the park. What comes to my face is a stench, which is disgusting. At this time, the tour guide said, "The crops here are all watered with the most natural nutrients, all of which are green vegetables." "What nutrients are so smelly?" "Cow dung, of course." The students were all surprised to hear this. Is this a dish inserted in cow dung? Even in a vegetable garden, there will be no shortage of ordinary vegetables, but there will be many exotic fruits and vegetables. Came to the kiwifruit circle, along the way, a lot of kiwifruit caught my eye. There are giant pumpkins weighing more than 300 kilograms, red-leaf beets that look very good, incense that feels around, lavender that repels mosquitoes … and other vegetables, fruits and flowers that we have never seen before. These are the scientific and technological achievements of scientific and technological personnel, and I can't help but sigh that technology is really omnipotent. Walking out of the kiwifruit circle, I saw a large golden sunflower. Walking on the tree-lined paths on both sides, breathing fresh air, I suddenly felt that this autumn outing didn't seem as boring as I thought, at least I didn't have to go back to face piles of papers and awkward ancient prose. The activity in the afternoon is picking peanuts. I didn't expect peanuts to grow underground and have leaves. As there were no chairs, we had to squat on the ground to pick them up. After picking for a long time, I only picked a small bag, and my legs were numb. Looking at the peanuts in my hand, I think of my grandparents who live in the country. Every year, they send me sacks of peanuts. So many peanuts must be picked for a long time. In the distance, several farmers' uncles were working in the fields, and the smiling faces of grandparents suddenly appeared in front of me. It's peanut harvest season. The other day, I heard from my mother that grandma's waist disease has been committed again. Grandma must be picking peanuts painfully now. Thought of here, my nose suddenly sour. It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and we are about to embark on our way home. Looking back at this city's vegetable garden, it exudes the unique flavor of Shanghai, a modern metropolis, and makes me realize the hardships of farmers. Farewell, urban vegetable garden!