Pick 300 words of strawberry composition

Pick 300 words of strawberry composition (1)

On a sunny morning, there were several white clouds floating in the sky. My parents and I went to Fenkou to pick strawberries.

On the way to picking strawberries, I was bent on getting to my destination early and kept asking, "Mom, how many minutes will it take?"

After a while, we finally arrived at the strawberry base. The first thing that caught my eye was a white shed, like a long arched dragon lying on fertile land.

I couldn't wait to open the curtains and walk into the greenhouse. A warm current immediately came at me. At first glance, I saw a row of strawberries waiting for us to pick like soldiers lined up. Strawberries here are like stars in the sky, countless. Some strawberries are bright and dripping, crystal clear in the green leaves, making people drool; Some are white and red, and there are strings hanging on the stems and leaves, just like strings of small bells. Some are shy, hiding among leaves, like a shy little girl; Some are red, and the "head" wears a green lace hat, just like a cute little doll. Looking at these mouth-watering strawberries, I can't wait to bend down to pick them. Suddenly, I found a bright red "Big Mac" lying quietly among the green leaves. I stepped forward, crouched down, carefully picked it off and held it in my palm, just like holding a shiny ruby, which made people reluctant to eat it.

After a while, I picked a basket full of strawberries. Pick up one and put it in my mouth. Suddenly, a sweet smell penetrated into my heart.

On the way home, we tasted the fruits of victory and talked and laughed. Happy and happy laughter rippled in the bright sunshine. ...

Pick 300 words of strawberry composition (2)

This afternoon, under the clear sky in Wan Li, we drove to the strawberry garden to pick strawberries.

We came to the strawberry garden. Everyone took a small basket and a pair of scissors and went into the garden. At first glance, strawberries are scattered like stars on the green land, dotted with stars. Someone bent over and was busy picking strawberries; Some people are looking for "treasure" with their heads down; I think there are strawberries left. Looking carefully, it turns out that some strawberries are very naughty and hide under the leaves for fear of being discovered; Some strawberries have just grown and are white; Some strawberries are half red and half green; Some mature, showing a little red face.

I chose a big red one, cut it gently and put it in the basket. I picked it up as I walked. It's a little hot and I'm sweating profusely. My mother is busy taking pictures of me and recording all the fruits of my labor. I picked a lot and counted more than 90. The baby only picked twenty, each with a bag. We took strawberries and went home happily.

I am so happy to pick strawberries this time!

Pick 300 words of strawberry composition (3)

Today, my mother and I went to pick strawberries near Ann Xia Long village. For me, this is what I want. Because now is the best time to pick strawberries.

Walking nearby, I saw many people picking strawberries, and (m.taiks.com) heard a burst of laughter from time to time. This strawberry fields is not too big, there are many ripe strawberries in it, and there are more than a dozen sunflowers planted around it, which should be sunflowers. Sunflowers are rare in the local area. Sunflowers are covered with barbed wire. I really want to go in quickly!

I walked into strawberry fields, ah! There are many strawberries, either green or red. I took a basket and began to choose. My mother has already done it. I carefully selected some ripe strawberries, and my mother was not to be outdone. She also picked it very well. I don't like strawberries very much, but I have my reasons.

There is another kind of strawberry in my hometown. Every time I go back to my hometown, my grandmother and I will pick them. Now, grandma is gone, and I don't even remember her face, but I know grandma loves to laugh, that kind smile … When I see strawberries, I think of grandma, the symbol of strawberries.

This strawberry was planted by the farmer's uncle. It was the farmer's uncle who dyed the strawberries red with his heart and nurtured them with hard sweat. ...