Yanqing Vineyard Essay 400: Words

Grape picking is already one of the must-do activities during summer vacation. Should this trip have a different experience than before? But when I got there, the grapes hung like pearls on the vines. All the purple and cyan colors in the paint box would appear on the vines. I couldn't wait to get into the vineyard, and immediately picked one and put it in my mouth. Sweet and sour. The sweetness that penetrates the heart and spleen makes people reluctant to take it off.

At this time, the old man came over cheerfully and handed over a pair of scissors and a cardboard box. I took the scissors and squatted under the grapevine and looked up, with a panoramic view of the bunches of grapes. Like amethyst, like agate, like pearls, they are all so lovable. If you take it off, won’t you lose that beautiful scenery? I was struggling, and the grandfather's words suddenly made me realize. Children, please pick it quickly. After a while, some of these grapes will naturally fall off, and some will dry up and be gone. I firmly picked up the scissors and held the bottom of the grape with one hand, and used the scissors with the other hand to cut it off. I looked at the round grapes and fell obediently into my hands and smiled happily. The grandfather also smiled. In fact, picking grapes like this is also an affirmation of the grandfather's hard work. Only in this way, it tastes sweet in my mouth, and the grandfather feels sweeter in his heart.

Although my face was flushed by the sun, it was also a very happy thing to see the grapes on the vines being harvested into boxes and taken back to share the fruits of labor with others!

Chapter 2: Picking grapes

On National Day, our family went to the vineyard to pick grapes.

The vineyard is located on Mang Mountain in the suburbs. Pieces of peanuts and vegetables are planted on both sides of the road, like green velvet carpets. The gentle wind brings the fragrance of the earth. In the blue sky, there are only a few white clouds chasing and playing in the sky.

When we arrived at the vineyard, I couldn’t wait to run in. We were greeted by an enthusiastic host who placed plates of crystal clear grapes on a stone table under the date tree for us to taste. I hurriedly picked one and put it into my mouth. It was so sweet and juicy that it left a fragrant aroma on my lips and teeth. I couldn't get enough of it.

I carried a basket and scissors to the fragrant grape shed. I saw that the grape trellises were covered with green grape leaves, but no grapes were seen, but there were many white paper bags hanging under the stems. I opened the paper bags and took a look, ah! Bunches of purple grapes are hiding inside, like a shy little girl covering herself with a veil to prevent others from noticing. I gently held the bag and pulled it out to expose its stem, and then cut it with scissors. With a "click", a heavy bunch of grapes fell into my hands. Before I knew it, I had cut a large basket, and my heart was filled with the joy of success.

After picking the grapes, we were about to leave.

This quiet and comfortable pastoral style