Pick 400 words of persimmon composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone will inevitably contact or use composition. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my 400-word persimmon picking composition, hoping to help everyone.

Picking persimmons 400 words 1 May Day, I went to the countryside to pick persimmons. Students, you must be surprised. Isn't persimmon picked in autumn? How to pick it in spring?

Haha, I tell you, that's because there are too many little persimmon on the persimmon tree, countless, dense, clusters, piles, you are next to me, I am squeezing you. They are now only the size of a thumb, like a little girl in a hat, like handfuls of small umbrellas, and like green pearls. Grandma said that if we don't get rid of the extra little persimmon, not only will the persimmon mother be exhausted, but the persimmons will grow small and astringent, so we must get rid of some of them. When picking, leave only one or two little persimmon near the branches, and pick all the branches. Haha, there is still so much knowledge in picking persimmons!

I looked up, pulled down the tree with my left hand and picked little persimmon with my right hand. As long as I gently knead, little persimmon left the persimmon tree mother and threw herself into the arms of the land mother. After a while, the ground was like a green carpet. Looking at little persimmon all over the floor, I couldn't help but feel a heat in my heart, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart, saying, "These little persimmon left their mother prematurely and died, so pitiful!" My mother and I said to her, "The reason for picking some little persimmon is to make persimmons grow better, make persimmon trees flourish and make persimmons grow big and sweet. This is like family planning in China, which advocates fewer children and good management. "

I suddenly understood my parents' good intentions. No wonder my mother is so strict with me.

Picking persimmons 400 words 2 "Get up, lazy boy, let's pick persimmons!" " Cried the mother. As soon as I heard I was going to pick persimmons, I was completely sleepy. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's pick persimmons, which means everything goes well.

Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the orchard. Wow, the orchard is so big that it is almost endless! The persimmon tree is covered with small orange lanterns, which is really cute. Day after day, persimmon bends the branches, and the branches change from hard to soft, from astringent to sweet. Enthusiastic fruit farmers handed me a persimmon. Mature persimmons have softened in my hands. Just gently peel off a little skin and put it in my mouth. My lips and tongue are stained with red juice, which is sweet from my mouth to my heart.

The picking work officially started, and I took a fancy to a persimmon tree. I picked a persimmon, yo, it was squashed. It doesn't matter. I picked persimmons carefully for the second time. Haha, intact. I put a persimmon in my mouth and swallowed it. Oh, how sour! This acid makes me cry. I really can't eat hot tofu!

A bright moon appeared in the dark night sky. She thought of a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, lifting her veil for a while, revealing her charming face, and the whole world was soaked in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight.

Ah! Charming moon, charming festival, charming life.

Picking persimmons 400 words 3 Autumn has arrived and the persimmons are ripe. My mother and I came to our persimmon garden to play with persimmons.

Before I got to the persimmon garden, I smelled an intoxicating fragrance from a distance. Go into the persimmon garden and have a look, ah! The heavy persimmons bent the branches like red lanterns. "What a good harvest this year!" I can't help but say. "Yes!" Mother brought a small ladder and said with a smile, "Come on, let's start choosing!" " "

We chose a short but stout persimmon tree, and my mother set up a ladder for me to climb and pick persimmons.

I quickly climbed up the tree with a small basket and couldn't wait to pick it up. At first, I couldn't take it off because I was too weak. Later, I gradually became familiar with the persimmon picking method. It doesn't matter if I'm weak. As long as one hand holds the persimmon, the other hand holds their pedicels tightly, and then turns over and pulls it down, it will come down. Now, I began to choose it easily.

Soon, the basket was full of ripe persimmons. How charming red is. It must be delicious I just reached for one to eat, but when I remembered that my mother was firmly opposed to eating unwashed fruit at ordinary times, I drew my hand back. I looked at my mother, who was smiling at me. "Mom, look, dad is coming!" As soon as my mother turned around, I immediately picked up a persimmon, peeled it and ate it with relish. "Where is your father?" My mother turned to ask, and when she saw me eating, she smiled and said, "Little greedy cat!" " "

Ah, autumn is really good, you can eat sweet and delicious persimmons.

It's autumn now, and all kinds of fruits are jumping on the branches. There are also many fruits in our school. No, the persimmon picking activity has begun!

At noon, the representatives of each class came to the persimmon tree. Now the persimmon tree is tall and big, its green color has not faded, and the fruits in Huang Chengcheng are getting more and more beautiful. At first, every student raised his pole. In the first wave, except for a few fallen persimmons, everyone found nothing, but those tools caught my attention: one, the pole was ordinary, but the cloth bag on it was beautiful and orange, and several others used net bags to hold things.

After several times, everyone seems to have found the trick and the speed is much faster. The most striking thing is the combination of Jin Sijia. Their poles are also very distinctive. They are all colored. Above the bag, bend a round hook with iron wire. It is this hook that makes this process very easy. I just saw her now.

Classmate, hook the fruit with the iron bar and the hook at the top. Then Jin Sijia and her assistant, tandem, slowly moved the pole forward. Then, adjust the height so that the persimmon completely falls into that circle. Then, the two of them will return together, and the persimmon will be easy to take.

Got it. After going back and forth for more than a dozen times, I almost finished picking the persimmons in front of me. The others were not bad and gained a lot.

In autumn and October, receiving goods always brings joy to people. This activity not only exercised our hands-on ability, but also experienced the fun of picking persimmons. It's killing two birds with one stone!

Today, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the persimmon tree in front of my grandmother's house. Persimmon trees are covered with green persimmons, one after another, square and strewn at random, hanging on the branches, which is really beautiful! I thought, "autumn is so nice! Not only is it cool, but it can also grow such beautiful fruit. "

At this time, grandma suggested: let's pick persimmons! I jumped for joy. Ha, that's exactly what I thought!

Before I came to the persimmon tree, I said to my grandmother, "The persimmon tree is really beautiful, like a lantern tree and a sweet hamburger tree."

Grandma asked me, "Why do you say it is like a sweet hamburger tree?"

I said, persimmons look like hamburgers and taste sweet, so I call them "sweet hamburger trees".

Grandma smiled: "This greedy grandson always wants to eat."

Grandpa set up a net under the tree, and then hit a semi-red and semi-green persimmon with a stick. As a result, the persimmon fell to the ground. It turns out that there are many big holes on the Internet. "Fortunately, it didn't break." I said. I handed the stick to my father, who shot many persimmons.

"There is a red persimmon on the short branch here!" I shouted at my father in surprise. Dad jumped up and reached for it. We have tasted it. How sweet! Before leaving, my mother asked my grandmother for two green persimmons and three semi-red and semi-green persimmons. "Mom, the persimmon we want is not red. How can I eat it? " I asked, "It will turn red slowly." Mom said.

When I got home, I put five persimmons on the balcony and often went to see if they could become red persimmons one day. Of course, I don't want to eat them. I can't bear to eat them!

I like autumn, which represents the harvest season. It is a beautiful and colorful season, and it is also the season when osmanthus fragrance floats all over the city.

Today is the National Day, the autumn is crisp, the sun is shining, and the mood is particularly good. Grandma said last night that she would pick persimmons today, or all the birds would eat them. My inactive father reluctantly set off with us under the constant urging of his grandmother.

Came to the yard of grandma's old house and pushed open the front door. Several osmanthus trees in the front yard are in full bloom, and the fragrance is refreshing. My mother likes the smell of osmanthus. Looking at her intoxicated appearance, I thought: My mother is much more beautiful at this time than when she accompanied me to do my homework. When I came to the backyard, I saw the branches covered with red, big and round persimmons. This year's harvest is good. The tall persimmon tree now looks like a bent grandfather, and there is a yellow leaf scattered on the ground.

Dad climbed the persimmon tree with the help of the herringbone ladder, picked the persimmons one by one and put them in the basket, while mom took them below. My two sisters and I put the picked persimmons in cartons and arranged them. My sister and I are so busy that we are sweating. At this time, my father chanted in the tree: "Picking persimmons on National Day is enjoyable." Everyone laughed. Some persimmons are not ripe yet. As for Huang Chengcheng persimmons, my grandmother said that if they were put together with apples, they would ripen faster. Grandma divided our packed persimmons into several boxes, one for grandparents, one for neighbors and one for us to take back to Hangzhou.

Looking at these harvested persimmons and thinking about everyone's satisfaction when eating persimmons, we are all filled with happy smiles.

On Sunday morning, my parents took me to the mountain to pick persimmons.

Early in the morning, I was awakened by the jingle of the alarm clock. My father picked me up, then simply freshened up and stuffed me into the car. We set off by car. The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk. We stopped at Jiudu. After getting off the bus, I saw a lot of mosquitoes near the water, but I didn't care so much. Because there is a tall persimmon tree in front of our car, my father is good at climbing trees, but this tree is too slippery and its branches are too high to climb. We borrowed a bamboo pole to pick persimmons and soon picked half a basket of persimmons. (submission)

Then under the guidance of the local people, we went to another place to pick persimmons. Walking, unconsciously, we came to Shanghe Village at the junction of Qinyang and Shanxi. The mountain road to Shanghe Village is too rugged, high and steep to walk. Halfway up the mountain, there is a big, big stone blocking our way. My father and I struggled to move the big stone. In this way, we finally found a big persimmon tree under the guidance of acquaintances, which is bigger than the persimmon tree in Jiudu. Dad climbed the tree to pick persimmons with a knife in his hand. When he met a persimmon that he couldn't pick, he cut it off with a knife. Soon we picked five or six baskets of persimmons.

It's getting dark at this time, and we're going back. On the way back, I met several toads. Every time they suddenly appeared, my little heart would beat for a long time.

Although I am very tired today, I am still very happy to see so many persimmons picked!

There are six persimmon trees in front of grandma's house. Every National Day is the time when persimmons mature. Seen from a distance, persimmon trees are like yellow lanterns of different sizes and shapes. On National Day this year, we went back to grandma's house and caught up with picking persimmons.

On the second day after arriving at grandma's house, grandpa asked us to pick persimmons. Our division of labor is like this: Dad picks persimmons above, I give full play to persimmons below, and Mom takes care of persimmons and escalators. Dad climbed the ladder as fast as he could. What are the advantages of being tall? As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed four persimmons that were crowded together. With a gentle pull, persimmon became the black sheep of dad. Dad took a good look at the most concentrated branch of a persimmon, which was invincible. He even picked dozens, and his mother was too busy to answer them. He looked back at me who was "competing" with persimmons under another tree, showing a smug smile.

Compared with my father, I am a dwarf. I spent half a day picking 15 persimmons. Alas! I know six things about picking persimmons-I know nothing! Although I am responsible for picking the lower ones, these naughty persimmons won't let me get what I want. I stood on tiptoe and couldn't reach it, so I had to stand on the square stool. I finally found a persimmon and pulled it hard to separate it from the branches. I just picked 20, and my hands are red.

Looking at the persimmons piled up in the yard, I feel that my harvest is really great. It's so sweet to watch grandma give persimmons to her neighbors.

It's crisp in autumn today. Many of us go to Chishui, Danshan and Siming Mountain, where there are many persimmons, which is a good place.

We came to a mountain and saw many persimmon trees in the distance. The trees are covered with persimmons, like small lanterns in different colors, including green, yellow, red, semi-red, semi-green and semi-yellow. Leaves are sparse, but persimmon trees are too high for me to pick. Dad, that's great. He climbed up the tree, grabbed the leaves with both hands, put his feet on the trunk and approached the persimmon step by step. "Dad, there is one." I said excitedly. Dad immediately climbed there and caught the persimmon. "Then go to Xiao Xin." I can't wait to take the persimmon, and my hands are hard. I don't care that much. I took a big bite. Suddenly I felt my tongue numb, so I quickly opened my mouth and spit out my tongue, which made everyone laugh. I immediately gargled with my mother's mineral water. Then go to see dad picking persimmons. "There", "here" and "there" dad is as busy as a bee. Finally, dad jumped down, picked me up and let me pick it. I picked a red lion at once. This time, I slowly peeled the skin and ate it. Oh, that's so sweet. Everyone laughed. I was confused by their laughter. Later, my mother told me that I had a big face.

Today, we went home with a full load. Although we are tired, we are happy.

Pick a persimmon composition 400 words 10 It was an afternoon during the Mid-Autumn National Day holiday. My classmate Liu Shuyi's mother invited many students and parents in our class to pick persimmons at Liu Shuyi's grandmother's house. We went to six stores and set off at high speed in five cars!

Her grandmother's house is in Wuniu, Yongjia, and it will arrive in 20 minutes. It turns out that Liu Shuyi's grandmother's family runs a kindergarten. It's huge. We played the slide in the kindergarten first. Aunt gave us a bag and went directly to pick persimmons. After walking for three or four minutes, we saw a persimmon forest. What a big persimmon forest. Yellow, red and green persimmons hang on persimmon leaves. Some branches have fallen leaves, and some leaves are as yellow as persimmons. Take a closer look, persimmon trees are so tall. Fortunately, Uncle Li and Li Zinuo's mother climbed the tree and pressed the branches down for us to pick, but some persimmons were too low and long for the children to reach. My aunt told us that we should pick them, whether they are yellow, red or green. A gust of autumn wind blew, and persimmon leaves were blown flying in the air, falling from my eyes one by one, as if talking to me. Soon we picked several big bags, and several uncles divided the picked persimmons into six parts, one for each family.

Grandfather Sun has gone to the other side of the mountain! It's getting dark, and I feel a little cold. Oh, autumn is coming! We ate the roast whole lamb invited by Liu Shuyi's mother and came back from expressway. We don't have to pay for going back and forth on expressway. That's so cool! Thank you, Sister Liu Shuyi. I will pick persimmons next year!

Picking persimmons 400 words 1 1 On a sunny National Day morning, my parents took me to my grandmother's house to pick persimmons.

There are two tall and big persimmon trees behind grandma's house. Almost all the leaves have fallen off. Golden persimmons are like small lanterns hanging from the treetops, glittering and translucent in the sun. Really beautiful! I stood under the tree and looked up with my little head upturned. I feel that the persimmon tree is too high to pick. What should I do? Dad suggested looking for a long tool, and we found a bamboo pole that Grandpa used to pick persimmons. This bamboo pole is thin and long, and the middle of the tip is split to form a thin crack, which can just hold the twig.

Picking persimmons has begun. I can't wait to show it, but I can't touch the branches when I lift the pole. After all, I am too young to support a pole with both hands. Dad suggested that we work together. Dad took a bamboo pole to pick persimmons, and I came to find branches to pick persimmons. We cooperated well and picked many persimmons in a short time, but some failed. Some beautiful persimmons fell to the ground and broke directly. I found a very red persimmon and couldn't help but want to taste it, so I took a bite. Wow! Cold and sweet, really delicious! Mother said, "The newly picked persimmons are not ripe yet, so they can't be eaten." After half a day, we picked two boxes full of persimmons!

With fruitful persimmons, my parents and I went home contentedly! I look forward to more interesting things happening next holiday!

Persimmon picking composition 400 words12 "101October 23rd is the first frost, and I'm going to pick persimmons today!" No, my parents agreed to take me to the vegetable garden to pick persimmons. As soon as I got to that place, I saw the tall persimmon tree. Look up at the round persimmon, hanging on the tree like a small lantern. I asked a question: "This tree is so high, how can we pick it?" Then my father said, "I can climb trees." Go find a bag and put the persimmons I threw to your mother. " I found a bag at once.

Dad climbed up the branch and struggled upward, while I held my mother's hand tightly, only my father's safety was in my heart. I regret that I shouldn't let my father climb such a tall persimmon tree because of greed. Silent prayer: God, God, please let dad be safe! At this point, my mother's hands were covered with cold sweat, and there was a tense atmosphere around her. "Boom boom" suddenly roared, scaring me to shout: "Help! When dad came down, Raytheon was angry! " Dad smiled back with difficulty and said, "It's the roar of cars." "ah? Oh! " I looked back in surprise, and it was really that car. It turned out that this made me feel that God was dissatisfied with me. Hum!

"I threw a persimmon." Hearing my father's voice, I was ecstatic and quickly picked up my bag and persimmon. After a while, my father saw that the bag was full, but hugged the tree tightly and said, "I dare not come down." I was stunned and complained: "Then you volunteered. Now, why don't you come down! " I was about to cry when my mother said, "I'll pick you up below and you slide down from the tree." Dad slipped down like a monkey again and was caught by his mother. I shouted, "Yeah!"

I ate delicious persimmons this time. I am proud that my father can climb trees, but it is too dangerous. I won't let my father climb a tree to pick persimmons next time!

Picking persimmons 400 words 13 Mention the big persimmons in Huang Chengcheng, can it arouse your appetite?

In the afternoon, my parents and I went to my relatives' house in the countryside to pick persimmons. Stepping on that bumpy country road, my feet hurt like thorns, surrounded by green rice, and not far ahead is a large persimmon tree. The orange persimmons are covered with branches, which are heavy and bend the branches. I started picking persimmons. I picked a tree with the most persimmons, jumped up, grabbed the biggest persimmon and pulled it down with all my strength. What should I do? I thought about it and finally came up with a good idea. Now I take the persimmon and twist it 360 degrees. When most of the persimmons had left the branches, I pulled them down and dropped them. I fell down because I used too much force. My clothes are dirty, my face is covered with dirt, and my hand was cut by a stone. I would have cried in normal times, but today I don't care at all. I got up and continued to pick. Most persimmons are not ripe yet. I picked a ripe persimmon, peeled it and swallowed it, regardless of the willy-nilly. I haven't even tasted it, but I feel it is sweet in my mouth.

Unconsciously, it was time to go home, and I stopped craving and went home with my parents.

Picking Persimmon Composition 400 words 14 There is a persimmon tree in front of my grandmother's house, which grows exceptionally strong under the care of my grandmother. It is like an open umbrella, with thick branches stretching around, green leaves next to me and I next to you, like close brothers. Every season when persimmons are ripe, the "little lanterns" full of trees are quite spectacular. Each "little lantern" is supported by several round Ye Er. Some of them are dressed in green, others in yellow robes. They are slippery and abrupt, crowded and crowded, and very lively.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, grandma called me again to urge me to pick persimmons. I got up early and went happily.

As soon as I got to my grandmother's house, I was in a hurry to pick persimmons. Grandma grabbed me and specifically told me, "Be sure to pick oranges, and don't pull them by hand, or you will hurt the persimmon tree." I carried a basket in my left hand, gently pushed aside the leaves, picked up scissors in my right hand and carefully cut off the persimmon handle. After a while, I picked half a basket of persimmons, which were too heavy to lift. Looking at the persimmons in the basket is very attractive, so I can't help but pick up one and try it. Wow, that is astringent! I threw up at once, but my mouth was numb. The grandmother on the side was angry and funny: "Yuanyuan, why are you so greedy?" Rinse your mouth quickly, this persimmon is not ripe yet! "Say that finish, she quickly took me to gargle.

After some washing, I finally got rid of the bitter suffering. At this time, grandma smiled and took out some red persimmons from the house, and said kindly, "Look, this is the only way to eat. I'll keep it for you! " I stroked the ruddy persimmon, soft as a doll's face, peeled off a thin layer of skin, and the meat inside was crystal clear. I took a bite and the delicious gravy overflowed my mouth. How sweet!

In this autumn, it is a great pleasure to eat the sweet persimmon from my grandmother's house. It is my blessing to have such a good grandmother!

After class, I like my parents to take me out for a walk and have a look.

Yesterday, my mother took me to heng shan cun, the town of "Ma bu" or horse stance just look, but I heard that persimmons and grapefruit there are very famous. On the way, I have been thinking: what will a small village look like? Could it be that there are all kinds of trees on both sides of a winding path, and there are several thatched huts on the roadside ... Just thinking, the car has entered heng shan cun, and I can't wait to get off. Wow! A wide avenue appeared in front of us, with endless fields on one side and several foreign small buildings on the other. The front and back of the house are full of fruit trees, and the faint fragrance permeates the whole village.

When we walked into the orchard, red persimmons hung all over the treetops like small lanterns. You push me and touch me, as if to say, "Welcome to pick me up!" " "An old man brought two long bamboo poles, a twig on the top and a small stick in the middle. Dad said it was the best helper to pick persimmons. Grandpa told me to look carefully for the big red persimmon hidden among the green leaves, then aim it at her with a bamboo fork, gently turn it around and pull it down, and the persimmon will be picked with the branches. " Oh, dear! "Carelessly, I picked little persimmon and fell to the ground, grinning. Ha ha! Our happy laughter floated in the orchard ... My uncle in the village told me happily that this year is another bumper harvest year. The fruit trees all over the mountain are fragrant, and everyone in the village has a sweet smile on his face.