Pick 300 apples and write a composition.

1.400-word composition "Picking Apples" and "Picking Apples" are ripe in autumn. On the day of autumn outing, we went to the orchard to pick apples.

Walking into the orchard, an old fragrance came face to face. "Ah, it's an apple!" Someone shouted in surprise.

From a distance, the trees over there are covered with red lanterns! The sun is everywhere on the ground, like a leisurely doll lying on a green bed. Everyone ran into the depths of the forest, only I lingered in front.

"What is this?" "Apple." "I asked what kind?" "Green apple.

""Look at this! Red, where can I get a clear apple? " "Oh-'Red Apple'." "Red apples have varieties? "I am in distress situation.

"Slip of the tongue, I'm sorry ... this is' Red Fuji'," she said. "Pick one?" I asked.

"Whatever." So I reached for it.

Suddenly, I remembered a sentence in Zhao Xizhen's handwritten newspaper: turn 360 degrees first and then pull it down. I tried to do it, and my hands were a little shaky, afraid I couldn't take it off.

As a result, I turned 90 degrees and it fell. "It's not that difficult.

"I said, checking this huge apple around." Oh, my God! "A scream, it is conceivable that this apple is rotten.

"You should cover up your ugliness to waste my time. Do you think it's strange if ... "This is Wang Binjian coming. When I saw that I was madly" teaching "apples, I giggled:" Ok, Lin, be broad-minded. Teacher Sun often says, "Don't judge a book by its cover!" I squinted at him and smiled, "Ah, you are broad-minded. I gave you this apple as a reward. Didn't you say you couldn't judge a book by its cover? "? You ate just right! Rotten apple, you should be obedient in Wang Binjian's belly and don't cause trouble to others, okay? ""huh? " When Wang Bin saw his face changed, his mouth opened wide and he was at a loss. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "No, that's all right. Judge a person by his appearance' won't do, but' judge a person by his appearance' will! Ha ... ha ha ... "Said the unnatural smile.

"How many did you pick?" Xinyi asked me across the street. "Hmm …" I picked up a good one from the ground: "One!" Picking apples temporarily is to save face. This is called "quick wits"! Although the meaning is different ... "One? Only a "surprise question" came out of her mouth: "It's too poor. I'll take you to a' treasure land', where there are many big, nice and red ones! "We followed her, bowed their heads through the branches and walked through the gaps between the trees. The whole forest is as difficult as a maze.

I suspected Xinyi was abducting children, but then I thought: it's ridiculous for children to abduct children! Finally arrived at the "treasure land". I'm panting with fatigue. I just looked up.-Huh? Where is my little apple? Xin Yi quickly began to explain, "Oh, I picked big apples, and I also picked red apples. The rest are intact. Take your time and don't mention it! " "I won't choose, how to carve?" But small apples can be eaten, so just make do! Autumn is really the harvest season! I came home with a full load, and my family said, "Delicious, delicious!" "Of course, because this is the result of my labor.

Write a 300-word weekly diary about going home to pick apples on Sunday. Today, my parents, my uncle, my cousin and I went to pick apples. Appreciate the unknown weeds and wild flowers on the roadside and watch the farmer's uncle work hard in the fields. This is a good time to go out and play. I sang a song and my cousin sang a children's song. The journey was full of laughter and laughter.

We came to the orchard, what a big apple tree. The big, red apples give off an attractive fragrance. I picked an apple and sent it to my mouth. Ah! It is delicious. There is a sweet taste in the acid, with endless aftertaste.

I started picking apples, and I found all kinds of apples. The colors are cyan, red and red. There are big and small, and people can't start. After consulting my mother, I realized that picking apples means picking big apples with positive color and no spots on the surface. I carefully picked and picked, and soon, I picked a bag. On the other hand, my cousin is walking around under the apple tree with a bag almost as tall as her. As long as she sees an apple, she will pick it. She doesn't care. If you can't take off one hand, use both hands and feed with all your strength. My uncle carried the bag for her, but she wouldn't let me! It's like taking a bag of gold

We have picked enough apples. It's time for us to go home. Think about picking apples this time, and you have gained a lot.

3. The story composition of picking apples Grandpa's home is in the countryside, where there is an orchard. Every autumn, apples have a bumper harvest.

Last year, big and red apples were covered with branches, like small lanterns. Grandpa told me that when he collected apples, he picked them one by one by hand, put them in baskets, and then carried them to the market with a pole.

The apple is heavy. Grandpa is so tired that his cheeks are sweaty, but he is very happy psychologically. When dad grew up and grandpa got old, grandpa handed over the apple orchard to dad for management.

I think when my father collects apples, he also picks them by hand, puts them in baskets, puts them on tractors and transports them to the market by tractors. I thought, "It's too hard for grandpa and dad to pick apples by hand. I must study hard. When I grow up, I will invent a super robot to help me pick apples. I just use the remote to control it. I will let it pick any one I like, put it in a box, and then transport it to the market by train to let the children in the city eat sweeter and fresher apples. "

One afternoon on National Day this year, we were idle, and my aunt suggested going to the mountains to find a place to play. Father said, let's go to Shuangmiao village in the mountains to pick apples, where apples are famous for their delicious taste. My aunt drove, took my father, mother and my little cousin, crossed the winding mountain road, admired the beautiful autumn scenery all the way, and soon came to Shuangmiao Village in the depths of the mountain. A moment ago, the city was full of high-rise buildings and bustling pictures. In a blink of an eye, it was replaced by the mountain village scenery with crisp autumn air, green eyes and fragrant melons and fruits. Look, there is an apple orchard! My aunt found the target first. Looking up, on the hillside not far from the village, apple trees are full of hills and branches are covered with big and red apples. My father quickly asked the owner of the orchard, an uncle named Liang Xiao. Under his guidance, several of us crossed the mountain road and came to the apple orchard. There are so many apple trees here that we can't see the head at a glance. Against the backdrop of red apples, the whole hillside becomes. I found a big red apple first, which is as big as two or three fists of mine. It's swaying in the sun. It's so tempting. I climbed the curved fruit tree, stood on tiptoe, spread my arms, and finally picked the first apple. Aunt and mother went to another apple tree. The apples on that tree are red and yellow, and one by one is covered with branches, bending the thick trunk. My little cousin also found a big apple, but she couldn't reach it. My father rushed to pick it up. After my little cousin and I picked the apple, we couldn't wait to take a bite, and the sweet taste spread all over my body and mind. I curiously asked Uncle Liang Xiao, the owner of the orchard, "Why are your apples so delicious?" Uncle proudly said: we have high altitude, good light, large temperature difference between day and night, and high sugar content in apples, which is delicious. After a while, we picked a lot of apples, so my father had to find a woven bag in the farmer's house to put it away. We carry apples on our shoulders, just like soldiers who have just returned from winning the battle, laughing and walking out of the orchard, loading the harvested apples into the car.

On a crisp autumn day, my friends and I went out for an outing. We passed the orchard all the way, and the composition in the orchard in autumn was 300 words. The smell of pears, apples and other fruits mixed there, which deeply attracted me and my friends. We can't wait to rush to the orchard. When we came to the apple tree, we saw the apple hanging like a small lantern. Wait for the person who loves it to shake hands with it. Xiaoming ran first with a basket to grab apples. After picking it, he couldn't help picking up an apple and tasting it. After eating a few mouthfuls, he suddenly cried happily, "Well, it's so sweet. There's a bumper harvest of apples this year!" " Hearing his cry, all his friends quickly ran to the apple tree ... Xiaohong was not interested in eating. He took out his diary from his backpack, spread it out and recorded the beautiful autumn scenery in the orchard. The composition of the fifth grade of primary school is "Autumn Orchard Composition 300 Words". Xiaoli is collecting fallen leaves on the ground and preparing to make plant specimens. There was a burst of happy laughter in the distance. It turned out that Xiaojun and Xiaohua were playing hide and seek. The orchard in autumn is really intoxicating.

Picking apples The hedgehog is full of thorns. It is rolling around under an apple tree in the orchard. Because it wants to eat apples, but it is too short to pick them. It thought: As long as the wind blows, the apple will fall. However, Uncle Feng refused to help. Hedgehog had to go home disappointed. On the way home, he was disappointed. The hedgehog replied, "I want to eat apples, but I am too short to pick them." Cough! " Grandpa goat said, "I can help you." The hedgehog took Grandpa Goat to the apple tree. Grandpa goat kicked the apple tree twice with his hind leg, but the apple tree only shook twice. However, no apples fell, only a few leaves remained. Grandpa goat said, "I must have used too little force. I'll try with my head." The hedgehog shouted, "Come on, Grandpa Goat!" " So, Grandpa Goat tried his best and bumped into an apple tree. Only two apples fell from the tree. Grandpa goat thought, I have to work harder. At this time, the refueling sound of the little hedgehog became louder. Grandpa goat stepped back a few steps, pointed his head at the trunk, sprinted forward and bumped into it. Apples fell to the ground like hail. The little hedgehog rolled and rolled happily, rolling all the apples. Grandpa goat also felt the joy of helping others. They said goodbye to each other and went home happily.

7. Write a 300-word weekly diary about going home to pick apples on Sunday. Today, my parents, my uncle, my cousin and I went to pick apples. Appreciate the unknown weeds and wild flowers on the roadside and watch the farmer's uncle work hard in the fields. This is a good time to go out and play. I sang a song and my cousin sang a children's song. The journey was full of laughter and laughter.

We came to the orchard, what a big apple tree. The big, red apples give off an attractive fragrance. I picked an apple and sent it to my mouth. Ah! It is delicious. There is a sweet taste in the acid, with endless aftertaste.

I started picking apples, and I found all kinds of apples. The colors are cyan, red and red. There are big and small, and people can't start. After consulting my mother, I realized that picking apples means picking big apples with positive color and no spots on the surface. I carefully picked and picked, and soon, I picked a bag. On the other hand, my cousin is walking around under the apple tree with a bag almost as tall as her. As long as she sees an apple, she will pick it. She doesn't care. If you can't take off one hand, use both hands and feed with all your strength. My uncle carried the bag for her, but she wouldn't let me! It's like taking a bag of gold

We have picked enough apples. It's time for us to go home. Think about picking apples this time, and you have gained a lot.

8. The hedgehog picks apples, looks at the picture and writes 300 words. One day, the little hedgehog went out to look for food. It searched and searched, and finally found a fruit tree with many bright red fruits. However, the little hedgehog can't reach it, and his mouth is watering. what should he do ？ Hedgehog thought of a way with his brain. Finally, he thought of asking his good friend little goat for help.

The little hedgehog quickly found the little goat and said to it, "I found a tree, which is full of fruits, but I can't reach it." Would you please help me pick the fruit? " The little goat was happy to help the little hedgehog, so she agreed happily.

They soon came under the fruit tree. I saw the little goat rushing over and trying to reach the top of the fruit tree with its horn. There was only a bang and the fruit fell from the tree. Hedgehog gave a thumbs-up again and again and said happily to the little goat, "Little goat, you are great. All you have to do is push and the fruit will fall. " Thank you very much "The little goat shook his head and said," You're welcome. Pack it up and take it home! " "

As soon as the hedgehog rolled to the ground, all the fruits stuck to its own thorns. It carried fruit on its back, with a bright smile on its face, humming a tune and went home.

9. I got a 300-day holiday for Apple's composition. I didn't see the majestic Great Wall, the Pentium Qiantang River and the majestic Huashan Mountain, but I got a simple, friendly and precious "gift". This article comes from the elf children's website

104, we went to a small village to pick apples. I looked at the endless forest doubtfully, hoping to find a trace of red breath, but nature seems to be indifferent to us, still sleeping, sleeping in ............................................................................................................................................! Finally someone helped us. There is an old woman and an old man in the house. They are local farmers. Grandpa said: "most of the apples this year have been shipped to the city for sale, only a small part is left." I don't know if fruit farmers are willing to sell? " Looking at our disappointed expression, grandma said, "I can ask the fruit farmers for you." After walking out of the house slowly, I suddenly found her limping along, and her hobbled figure slowly disappeared into our sight. The tenderest part of my heart seems to have been touched. After more than ten minutes, the grandmother came back with a happy expression: "The fruit farmer agreed to sell apples!" " "

Grandma leads the way herself. Soon, an apple tree appeared vaguely in front of us. The trees are covered with big and red apples. We rushed into the sheep like hungry wolves. The old man happily told us the experience of picking apples. At this time, I found grandma's face full of wrinkles and red. She put the apples we picked into sacks one by one with her calloused hands.

At home, I enjoy the love of my parents; At school, I felt the concern of teachers and classmates, but today I got the simple, simple and friendly enthusiasm of farmers. Life needs this warm, friendly and simple quality.