How to write an essay about picking strawberries, a happy thing

1. One thing that makes me happy

One day, my mother suddenly told me that she would take me to pick strawberries on her day off. I jumped three feet high with joy.

So, I looked forward to it, and finally this day came to me. On Saturday morning, we set off! The people traveling with us all rode electric bikes, but my mother and I rode bicycles. Although we were tired along the way, I didn’t feel it was hard because I could get what I wanted right away.

When we arrive at the strawberry shed, we are about to start work! As soon as I walked into the strawberry shed, I saw strawberry stems growing from the ground. The leaves grew out about 10 centimeters from the roots. Then three pieces of three pieces grew upwards in an orderly manner. When they grew to about 20 centimeters, they bloomed. Blossoming white and cute little strawberry flowers. After the flowers faded, strawberry fruits slowly grew one after another. I think they are ready to eat when they are ripe.

Looking at the big strawberries, I picked them immediately. Here and there, I ran around, picking, and picking a basket full of strawberries.

Some of the strawberries in the basket are half red and half white, some are white with red inside, and some are completely red. Strawberries are not only beautiful in color, but also more peculiar in shape: some are like bananas connected together, fan-shaped; some are like a budding flower; some are like baby faces, bulging.

Strawberries of different shapes taste good too! I put a big, red strawberry into my mouth, ah! So delicious! It was so unforgettable. I immediately ate a few more before I was satisfied. Finally, I weighed the strawberries and picked three kilograms. My mother paid and we returned home with a full load. 2. How to write an essay about picking strawberries

1. Today, my father and mother and I went to pick strawberries together.

We came to the strawberry field, where there were countless strawberries. All the little rosy faces were hiding under the green leaves. Some are brave and run out to bask in the sun.

I took a basket and thought that I was about to pick juicy strawberries, so I couldn’t wait to run to the field.

Starting to pick strawberries. My mother told me to pick big and red ones. I bent down and looked at the strawberries carefully. I just picked one here, and the strawberry on the other side seemed to be waving to me. I quickly ran over and picked the strawberry happily. The red strawberries seemed to say to me: "Let everyone share our deliciousness!"

In the afternoon, we picked a lot of strawberries. The strawberries looked like rubies under the sunlight, so beautiful!

It was half past five, and I left reluctantly. I said, "I will come again next time!"

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Today The weather is so nice! The warm sunshine shines on my body, making me feel warm. I decided to go to the strawberry field with my friends to pick strawberries. My friends were very happy when they heard that they were going to pick strawberries.

We arrived at the strawberry garden, everyone put on shoe covers, and each child took a basket. Under the leadership of the strawberry master, we entered the strawberry garden.

We found that the strawberry garden was very hot and a bit stuffy. I also found that some strawberries were ripe and red, while some were not yet ripe and were green.

Master told us to pick smooth, red, big and unscarred strawberries, and also told us how to pick strawberries.

Our children started to pick strawberries, competing to see who could pick the biggest ones, pick them best, and pick more strawberries.

The strawberry picking is over. Every child is very careful to take care of his own strawberries, like a newborn baby. However, after returning home, I found that my strawberries were still a lot of bad. Alas, the strawberries It's so delicate, so don't press it or squeeze it, otherwise it will get hurt.

It’s so fun to pick strawberries today! I also learned knowledge.

3. Write an essay based on a happy thing

In my memory of growing up, there are countless things that made me happy. The most unforgettable happy thing was when my whole family was together when I was nine years old. We went to pick strawberries together. I remember one Saturday last spring, the sun was shining brightly. My parents and I came to the house of my grandparents who lived in the countryside to see if the strawberries grown by my grandparents were ripe. We just arrived at the strawberry garden. The strawberries at other people's houses were not ripe, and I felt a little regretful at the time. However, when I arrived at my grandma's strawberry garden, I saw a bright red patch of strawberries from a distance, and most of them were ripe. I couldn't help but feel so happy. They were all red. The strawberries made my mouth water. I shouted happily: "Go!" I ran to the shed, picked up the basin that grandma handed me, and picked them into the basin one by one. Grandma looked at it and said, "This is not how you pick strawberries." Yes, we have to pick the red and big ones. We can’t eat the green ones, the small ones and the rotten ones. And..." Oh, it turns out there is such a big deal about picking strawberries. I have to be careful. I sing while picking them, and sometimes I secretly eat one or two! Suddenly, my foot slipped and my body leaned down, and I was about to fall down. I thought to myself: There is no good fruit to eat this time. However, when I fell down, I ate the good fruit instead—— A red, big and delicious strawberry, and I forgot the pain for a while. I stood up, and my parents looked at me and laughed. I was confused at the time. At this time, my father handed me a mirror, and I looked at it. Why did my face turn into a little cat? It turned out that when I fell, two or three strawberries were crushed by me, and all the juice spilled on my face. I laughed shyly. It turns out that labor can be so happy. It is the most unforgettable happy thing for me... 4. How to write the essay "Going to the countryside to pick strawberries"

"Going to the countryside to pick strawberries"

Today, we took a car to the countryside, and the car happened to pass by a large strawberry field. I came up with a great idea - picking strawberries. I have never seen what strawberries look like before they are picked, and I don't know whether strawberries grow on trees or on the ground. I always ask my mother: "What does my mother's strawberry tree look like?"

When I walked into the greenhouse, I realized that strawberries grow on the ground! The petals of strawberries are white, which looks particularly beautiful, and the stamens in the middle are yellow, which is very bright. The leaves were green, and the "little lanterns" hung in the air. I couldn't wait to pick a strawberry and put it in the basket. Suddenly I saw a strange-looking strawberry, so I picked it and said to my mother curiously: "Mom, why did this strawberry grow like this?" "I don't know either. Ask the uncle who grows strawberries. He must know! So I asked my uncle this question and his uncle replied: "Have you seen that box? In fact, there are many bees there, which are used to spread pollen. If the pollen is not spread well, strange fruits will grow! I nodded and said, "Can this fruit be eaten?" "It's edible."

The uncle said. We picked a bunch of blue strawberries and walked out of the greenhouse. My mother gave the money to my uncle and continued to the countryside. Not only did I have a lot of fun today, but I also had a very meaningful life because I gained another piece of knowledge: the reason why strange fruits grow is because bees are not good at spreading pollen! 5. Composition on picking strawberries

This morning, my uncle said that he would take me, my brother and my sister to pick strawberries. After hearing this, I jumped three feet high with joy, because I had never picked strawberries before. Have strawberries! On the way I asked: "Can I climb up? Do I need a ladder?" They laughed, and the uncle driving the car said: "You will know later!" This increased my interest in picking strawberries. eager.

When I got there, I saw tents one after another. My uncle told me that they were called vegetable greenhouses. The aunt who grew strawberries took us into the greenhouse. The entrance to the greenhouse was small and narrow. You had to bend down to enter. As soon as we entered the greenhouse, I saw a large number of strawberry seedlings, but there were very few strawberries. I think they must have been picked by others. Bar! I observed that there were only a few small strawberries here and there. However, I believe that as long as I look carefully, I will be able to find many of the largest and sweetest strawberries.

At this time, the aunt came over, gave each of us a small basin, and said kindly: "Put the strawberries in it." After I received the basin, I started carefully I looked for strawberries carefully. There were round leaves hanging on the small strawberries. Some were green ones that had just grown, some were white ones that were about to mature, and only the red ones were mature.

The small black dots on the little strawberry really look like a "little girl" covered with acne. I picked a "fat and strong" big strawberry and tasted it carefully. The sweetness was really refreshing! After a while, all of our pots were filled with attractive big strawberries.

At this time, I saw my uncle still at the other end of the greenhouse, holding up a handful of green leaves and saying happily: "I picked some lettuce leaves." I shouted happily: "Uncle, come here and take a look at the strawberries I picked. I also picked a lot of strawberries!" Time flies so fast! It was already afternoon, and I reluctantly left. 6. A 300-word first-grade essay about picking strawberries

This day.

Early this morning, my father, mother and I drove to the strawberry field to pick strawberries. As soon as the car stopped, we each took a box and divided into two groups and entered the strawberry field respectively. The management aunt told We have to pick big, red strawberries. Needless to say, I am an experienced "master". One in each hand, I worked enthusiastically and picked two big boxes full in a short time. The scenery here is also really good.

The snow-white strawberry flowers are dotted with golden stamens, like golden crowns, and the strawberry flowers are like little princesses in white dresses, dancing with the breeze. The ripe little red strawberries are like a blushing little girl, hiding behind the dark green leaves, only half of the face is exposed.

When I returned home and shared the fresh and juicy strawberries with everyone, I felt so happy. I had already forgotten the soreness and backache caused by picking strawberries. 7. A complete 600-word essay (Spring Outing, Picking Strawberries)

Today, my mother took my cousin and me to pick strawberries.

As soon as I entered the strawberry garden, I saw many tents set up with plastic. My mother said that strawberries are very delicate and cannot withstand exposure to the sun. They need appropriate temperature and moisture, which can only be done in a greenhouse. grow. We picked up the bamboo basket and walked into the greenhouse.

As soon as I entered, a rush of heat hit my face. The temperature in the greenhouse was so high! We had to take off our coats. As soon as I looked, it was green.

In this green ocean, there are some small crimson stars floating, which are ripe strawberries, as if to say: "We are ripe, come and pick us!" I chose one. In a place where there are many strawberries, I slowly bent down, and a big, red strawberry came into my eyes. At this time, my cousin said: "Sister, let's compete!" "Okay!" I said.

Without hesitation, I quickly squatted down, put the bamboo basket on the ground, grabbed the strawberry with my right hand, and grabbed the vine with my left hand. When I pulled it with my hand, I heard a crisp "pop" sound, and the strawberry fell. It was picked off and put into the bamboo basket in the blink of an eye. I hunched over and continued walking forward. I saw many ripe strawberries again, which were so tender that they were so tender. I couldn't help laughing "Wow". I picked them out with joy and put them in the basket. Two, three...picked them off.

I looked at my cousin. The sweat on her forehead was dripping down, and she didn’t bother to wipe it. She kept shouting: "What a big strawberry!" "I love it most." Big one!" Finally, the game was over. We counted, one, two, three... I picked forty-six strawberries, and my cousin picked thirty-three.

"I won!" I shouted happily. Ah, today is so interesting. 8. How to write an essay about a happy thing

There are many things in my mind, including happy things, sad things, touching things, and what is discriminatory. But it’s a pity: I can’t even remember some of these things. But it doesn't matter, because there is one thing I can't forget, and that is: it was about playing with my friends. Let me tell you now.

That happened during the summer vacation when I was ten years old. That night after I finished eating, I went to call Li Hang and Wang Peng to play! We came to Wang Peng’s tree to make a volcano out of sand to see who could make the best and most spectacular one.

We each took out shovels and tools from home. Wait, let’s start the fun game of making volcanoes.

After about an hour of doing it, we finished it. We all yelled and said: "I did a good job, I did a good job, I did a good job..."

So we keep saying that no one will admit defeat. Then my friend came. She said: "You are all champions because you are good friends." We all laughed.

We took water and poured it into the volcano cave. After a while, the volcano erupted. We kept doing this over and over again. We played many times and still wanted to play, but an adult came up to us and said: "Children, it's not good to play with water like this. If everyone plays with water like you, what will happen to the earth?" We said, "I know, uncle, we won't play anymore, let's continue to make things."

The fun thing we had that night was this! Friends are the most important, and happiness should be available to everyone! 9. An essay about picking strawberries

Picking strawberries

Today, the school organized a strawberry picking, and the whole class suddenly became lively. Everyone sang and laughed all the way, and finally arrived at the destination. ——.

When I came to the strawberry base, I saw many large tents, and many strawberries were planted in each tent. I didn’t know which tent to enter. We looked here and there and found that there were a lot of people in one tent. If we looked carefully, we saw that the strawberries were also very big. Looking from a distance, it looks like a piece of green brocade covered with rubies, and the colors match so well. So, we asked for a bag and quickly got in. We saw bright red strawberries, which made my mouth water. Strawberries are shaped like chicken hearts, but are much larger than chicken hearts. Its stem is very thin and cannot support the strawberry, so the strawberry always lies on the ground. The side exposed to the sun is red and purple, while the side sticking to the ground is red. There was a strawberry field for me to pick as much as I wanted. The structure of the strawberry field is row by row. When I walked in, I smelled the fragrance of earth. Viewed from above, you can see oval leaves densely spread out. Only when you squat down can you see the strawberries hanging down from the branches. Someone exclaimed: "Wow, it's so big. The green grass and red strawberries really match it!"

I started picking strawberries, and the teacher told me to pick red and big strawberries. Do not pick immature or odd-looking strawberries and remove them with the stems attached. After listening to my good friend's words, I bent down, pushed aside the leaves, and carefully looked for good strawberries. When you see something you are satisfied with, take it off gently and put it in the bag. I picked them one by one, carefully, for fear of waking up the sleeping babies. I looked at the tempting strawberries in front of me again, and couldn't help but bend down again and continue picking. I don't know how long it took, but someone shouted outside the door: "It's almost done. Aren't you tired?" My good friend and I stood up and found that we did have a little back pain, but we didn't feel it at all when picking. So, we got out of the tent and happily handed a bag of strawberries to my classmates. They praised me for being so capable! We reluctantly left.

After returning home, I saw the whole family happily eating the strawberries I picked. My heart felt like drinking honey, and I discovered that labor not only brings happiness, but also gains. In the future, I will love labor even more. And I also personally experienced the charm and fun of picking strawberries. 10. The most unforgettable thing in the composition is that the strawberries are ripe 500

The strawberries are ripe, and the strawberry picking season has arrived.

Today my mother and I came to Sea World Strawberry Garden. When you walk into the strawberry garden, you will see a patch of green leaves at first glance, as if you have entered a vegetable patch.

Turn sideways and take a closer look at the green leaves dotted with green and red strawberries, just like a green carpet dotted with red gems.

Walking into the strawberry garden is like walking into a red world. Picking strawberries is a happy thing. The red strawberries are so delicate in the sun, which makes me salivate. I can't help but bend down and gently hold it with my hands. When you smell it, the sweet and sour fragrance smells really good.

My mother and I also selected three-star strawberries. The three-star standard must be fat, tall and big. If the strawberry is less than this standard, it cannot be regarded as a three-star strawberry. We first chose a batch of Samsung strawberries, but they were quickly replaced by better Samsung strawberries. Finally, we chose again and again, and finally chose another Samsung strawberry, which was also the last Samsung strawberry.

We picked a small basket full of strawberries, and the red strawberries piled up into a hill. Leaving the strawberry field with the harvest.

The world of strawberries is quiet and beautiful, pure red, light pink, very warm and harmonious... The strawberries are fragrant, quiet and refreshing. The strawberries are ripe, we see them, we smell them.