How to write a copy when climbing a tree and picking coconuts?

Today, my brother and I are looking through our old photos again. Wow! I found a picture of my brother and I holding a big leaf in our hands. I saw my left hand behind my back and a big coconut in my right hand, cocked my head and grinned. I'm so happy. Why am I so happy? Things have to start from this year's winter vacation in Taiwan Province Province.

The thing is, a driver's grandfather drove us to Haishengge, and suddenly he braked and stopped under a lush coconut tree on the roadside. I was curious and asked, "Grandpa, what's the matter?" Grandpa smiled and said to us, "Do you want to pick coconuts to eat?" I said excitedly, "Yes! Think about it! " So we got off the bus together. I looked up at the coconut overhead and thought, Wow! How high! How can I get this? "This is a wild coconut tree, and no one cares about the composition." Grandpa said as he took out a knife and a retractable bamboo pole from the back of the car and tied it with a knife. Grandpa and I put the bamboo pole on the coconut handle and began to grind it. Once, twice, three times, four times ... it has been ground for more than a dozen times, and it only fell to the ground with a plop. I suddenly ran over, picked it up and touched its hard shell, and gave it to my grandfather, so my mother took this photo for my brother and me. Grandpa took out a small axe from the car and split the coconut shell. I said, "How to drink?" At this time, Grandpa took out some straws, and I said, "Grandpa's car is really a treasure chest." I took a few sips and thought, this is the best coconut milk I have ever drunk. It seems sweeter than honey.

I look at the photos, and now I think of what happened at that time, and I am very happy. This is the story of this photo.