Observation diary of third grade in primary school

Saturday, April 9th, sunny to cloudy.

Early in the morning, I came to the yard and was surprised to find that strawberries were bearing fruit! Look, the fruit is like a cone, red and bright, wearing a small green hat on her head, as if she was worried that the sun would shine on her face, and it also exudes a fresh Xi 'an from time to time, which is really attractive!

"Mom and Dad, come and see, the strawberries are bearing fruit!" I couldn't restrain my inner joy and cried in the yard. Mom and dad came out to watch strawberries with me. They all have smiles on their faces You know, this humble little strawberry was bought by my mother at my suggestion, and it was only my father and I who cultivated it with one hand that it thrived and blossomed until today. Her little fruit contains her mother's love, her father's sweat and my hope. Strawberry fruit, what a celebration!

In the afternoon, the weather turned cloudy.

Suddenly I found that there were bugs on strawberries, soft-shelled bugs, about half the size of mung beans, six thin legs and white all over! Ahem! This damn bad thing! It wriggled on the stems and branches of strawberries, not moving for a while, and obviously sucking the juice of strawberries there for a while. I was so distressed that I took a bamboo stick to pick bugs and pulled down a dozen in one breath. But there are still so many, what should I do?

I'm so anxious, please call my father at once. Father frowned, brought a bottle of insecticide and sprayed it with a small sprayer. I looked at it: Ha, the worm huddled and rolled down! I was so happy that I hugged my father and shouted "Long live".

Looking at the strawberries that have grown again, I feel happy. Yes, at the moment of success, nothing can be relaxed, otherwise it will fall short. Strawberries are like this, but aren't other things like this?