A composition for describing persimmon picking

On Saturday, we went to grandma's house to pick persimmons. Grandma's home is in Pingshui, where the scenery is beautiful and pleasant. Walking into the village, the air is fresh and the breeze is blowing gently, which makes people feel very comfortable.

The persimmon tree is on the hill behind the house, and we went up the hill with great interest. On the way, we saw a tall persimmon tree. Seen from a distance, the whole tree belongs to Huang Chengcheng. We came under the persimmon tree, wow! Persimmons are covered with branches and waved to us in the breeze, as if urging us to pick them! Mom and dad put up a ladder, climbed the tree and picked persimmons from a height. I can't wait to pick up the persimmons in the second half and catch persimmons thrown by my parents from time to time.

After a while, we picked a basket full of persimmons. I looked at so many persimmons that my mouth watered. I finally found a persimmon that looked mature, and I bit it down. Well, it was sweet and delicious, so I wolfed it down. However, after a while, my tongue was numb and I felt a thick layer of things, which made me sick. It turns out that this persimmon is not ripe! Mom and dad looked at my mess and burst out laughing. ...

The sun went down, and all the persimmons on the trees ran into our baskets. We carried it, carried it, and talked and laughed all the way. The valley echoed with our laughter.

extreme

This morning, my family and my father's colleagues and I rode motorcycles to pick persimmons on my uncle's mountain.

On the road, some places are beautiful, some places are smelly, some places are lush with trees, some places are overgrown with weeds, some places are building schools, and some places are building factories ... Wow, a little green snake swam in front of our motorcycle.

To uncle's mountain, wow! A persimmon forest, persimmon trees are fruitful, with red, yellow and blue persimmons. Persimmons are red and big, green and small, red and small, and green and big. Those persimmons have different shapes: some are like elephants, but not as long as their noses; Some are like birds, but "birds" have no wings; Some are like balls, but they are not round; Some are like stones, but not as hard as stones.

We took an unusual pair of scissors and cut persimmons from the tree. If the persimmon is very high, pull its branches down a little with a hook, and then cut it off with scissors. After we picked persimmons, I watched my father's colleagues pick persimmons. Although they picked more persimmons than we did, they were all red and yellow, and most of them were green.

Time to go home. Looking at the orange forest in the distance, my father said, "Come back and pick oranges."

Tisso

Today's weather is really good. After dinner in the morning, my mother said to me, "The persimmon tree in my hometown bears a lot of persimmons, which are all mature." Let's go back to our hometown to pick persimmons. " Hearing this, I was very happy and said, "Great, let's start now." Dad drove, and soon we came to our hometown. As soon as I entered the yard, I saw two big persimmon trees, and their leaves were almost gone. It's really beautiful to see the golden persimmon hanging on the tree like a small lantern. I quickly picked up scissors and cut the persimmons one by one with my father. I found a very soft persimmon and couldn't help but want to taste it, so I peeled it and took a bite. Wow! Cold and sweet, really delicious!

In a short time, we cut the two boxes full, and the harvest was really not small!

Article 4

On Sunday, my parents took me to my grandmother's house.

There is a persimmon tree in grandma's yard. Mature persimmon is like a small lantern, proudly hanging on the branch. Breeze blowing, orange persimmon swaying, as if proudly saying: "I am ripe, come and pick it!" "

Dad found a persimmon hook, a snakeskin bag, and two wooden sticks about three centimeters. He turned the bag over about a third from the mouth of the bag, put two wooden sticks in it, propped up the snakeskin bag and made a persimmon bag.

Start picking persimmons. Mother hung the persimmon hook on the branch, twisted it hard, and a string of three persimmons fell off. Dad quickly stepped forward two steps, picked up the persimmon bag and put it on the ground. My job is to pick up persimmons scattered on the ground. In this way, an hour passed, the persimmons on the ground piled up into hills, and all the persimmons under the trees were picked, leaving only the persimmons at the top of the trees, which could not be picked on the ground.

Mom went to the roof, and it was much easier to pick persimmons at close range on the roof.

Just as I was happily picking up persimmons, I suddenly heard the sound of "scratching". My father shouted "get out of the way" and immediately held me in his arms. It took me a while to wake up. I saw my father holding his head in one hand and squatting on the ground quietly "ouch". It turned out that the persimmon hit the trunk when it fell and was torn to pieces. A persimmon will fall on my head. If my father didn't protect me, I would be in pain. I'm safe, but my father's head was broken.

Persimmons are finally picked. Mom and dad looked tired, but they said to me, "You are tired, have a rest, and we will pick up the remaining persimmons." I think mom and dad love me too much.

chapter five

We caught crabs and returned to grandma's house with a full load. At this time, it is just the time for lunch. Grandma's cooking is delicious. When we smelled the attractive fragrance, we left the tired insects behind and ran back crazily. My family was dumbfounded to see us "disheveled" and asked us how we felt. Alas, one word overwhelmed all the words-tired. How can I not be moved when I get home and see a table full of dishes? Pick up chopsticks at once, forget sven, eat like crazy, and sit in a chair in the sun after dinner. Grandpa saw it and asked, why don't we pick persimmons? I stood up from my chair and said, "OK, I'll go." In fact, I don't want to pick persimmons, but eat persimmons, which are red, sweet and beautiful like a red light.

My mother, aunt, sister and grandfather and I set off for persimmon forest. I didn't expect all difficulties and hostility ahead. The mountain roads here are extremely flat, which is much better than catching crabs. While walking, I enjoy the scenery on the roadside and have unlimited words to say. It itches to death! Ah! Mosquito. Itchy, scary at the sight of legs, red, bags like mushrooms after rain. Itchy, itchy, I have to stop scratching hard. Mosquitoes still attack frequently. My feet, hands, head and neck, arms, my God, there are mosquitoes everywhere. I hit, I hit, I hit, and countless "mosquito fighters" fell one after another. I also suffered heavy losses, and my legs and feet have become pieces. Not a hair has moved. Finally, my aunt told me the best way to control mosquitoes-keep moving. So I trembled all over, trotting, walking and dancing yangko. Mosquitoes no longer bite me, but I'm sweating. "Wow, persimmon tree." Sister cried. I forgot to itch for a while. Wow, there is dazzling and charming red everywhere. Persimmons have small, big, green, yellow, red and yellow ... and even various appearances. Persimmon trees are planted everywhere, thin as thermos bottles and thick enough to be held in the second hand. There are many fruits on the tree, and some of them will occasionally fall from the tree when they are too ripe, forming a wonderful scene of a red path.

You can finally pick persimmons. I climbed the tree at once. I can not only pick more persimmons on the tree, but also avoid mosquito attacks. This is killing two birds with one stone. I sat leisurely in the tree, eating persimmons. Mature persimmons are very soft. I peeled a little skin gently and put it in my mouth to suck. My tongue and mouth are covered with golden yellow juice sweeter than honey, sweet from mouth to heart.

We finally went down the mountain with two baskets of persimmons. At this time, the sun gradually set. This is an infinite sunset, buried by the coming night. As night falls, it's time for us to say goodbye to our grandparents and go home. I reluctantly left this quiet and beautiful mountain village.

Article 6

There is a persimmon tree behind grandma's house. Whenever red persimmons are covered with branches, my uncles, brothers and sisters and I will pick persimmons from the trees. In a blink of an eye, my brothers and sisters all went to college. What about me? They are all teenagers, in the sixth grade of primary school, and sometimes they really miss picking persimmons when they were young.

I remember once, my brother and sister made an appointment to meet under the persimmon tree behind my grandmother's house before breakfast. My brother also asked each of us to bring a small basket.

The basket I took was the smallest one, because I was only five or six years old and couldn't lift the big basket. The younger brother climbed the tree, picked the persimmon and handed it on, and the younger sister followed. One by one, my sister's basket is almost full, but mine is empty and full of tears. Suddenly, I turned my head and saw a branch covered with red persimmons next to me, so I ran to pick it myself. My sister's basket is almost full, and so is mine. I just need the last one. Oh yeah! My basket is full, too.

I ran to my sister and touched the persimmons in her basket. It's so hard, not as soft as the persimmon I picked, nor as red as the persimmon I picked. I was talking to my sister when suddenly an unknown object hit my head. I took it down and saw that it was persimmon skin. I'm stupid: I've only heard of pie falling from the sky, but I've never heard of persimmon peel falling from the sky! Looking up, it turned out that my brother was sitting in a tree eating the skin thrown by persimmons. My sister smiled, and I couldn't help laughing.

My brother and sister finished eating, and each of us took a basket of persimmons and went home. When I got home, my mother was surprised and happy to see me. To my surprise, there was an empty basket in the morning. How can it be a basket of persimmons when I come back? Happily, my mother listened to me about the whole process of picking persimmons and smiled.

I can't forget the interesting stories of my childhood. I often think of the scene where my brother and sister took me to pick persimmons, and my brother threw persimmon skins on the tree, and I often think of the fruitful persimmon tree.