Help my mother teach pear flower powder composition 450 words

"Get up, it's time to get up ..." The bell woke me up from my dream. I looked at my watch. It was four o'clock in the morning, so I got up quickly. After washing in a hurry, I ate something casually and set off with a flashlight.

It was dark before dawn, and I went to the cotton field with several partners-picking flowers.

This is something to do every day this summer vacation.

It's July day, and the night is heavy. You need to put on the rain pants you have already prepared and go down to the ground. There are many cotton fields, and there are some feelings that can't be finished. At first, no one could tell who it was, so they just picked the flowers themselves. When they saw the undeveloped bud, they gently held the bud with their hands, and a small gap was dug in the middle between the nails of their two thumbs. Then they gently break it, leaving only stamens and calyx. When the sky is getting brighter, you will hear bursts of laughter from the cotton field again.

Chatting while picking lace, have something to say. Sometimes I pick up the lyrics. I can't remember many lyrics of those popular songs. Don't be afraid of this. As soon as you start, someone will help you pick it up. Echoing each other, songs echoed throughout the field. By seven o'clock, everyone has picked their own flowers, and it's time to go out. We little girls, chasing and laughing, walked out of the cotton fields one by one.

The next task is to go to another cotton field to pick the flowers of vermicelli cotton, which we call "male flowers" and the flowers picked in front are called "female flowers". The pollen of the "male flower" (the flower of composite cotton) is used to pollinate the "female flower", which is smaller than the "female flower". After picking the "male flower", take out the pollen inside and finally give the pollen to the pistil of the "female flower" peeled in the morning. But it is only needed in the morning.

Pick the flowers of compound powder cotton, go home, eat them in a hurry and continue to go to the cotton field. This trip is pollination. Pollination is not as easy as picking flowers, because you must be very careful not to break the stamens, which means a peach is gone. It's a little slow at first, sometimes it breaks the stamens, but it's good to be skilled. Pollination sometimes goes home after one or two noon. The sun is burning, which can blow our heads off, but we will still laugh and sing peace songs as usual, because that laughter and singing will bring a little "coolness" to our hearts and make us forget the heat.

In the afternoon, as in the morning, I was still picking flowers. I can't go home until it gets dark. When I got home, my back ached and I fell asleep in bed.

In the evening, I had a strange dream that the cotton fields were white and people were laughing and harvesting the fruits of their labor. Of course, my partner and I are among them.