Write about picking grapes in the fourth grade

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. This Saturday, my parents and I went to Xiqiao Village to pick grapes. As soon as I entered the village, I was welcomed by my host. The houses in that village were all new. From here, we can see that this village is very rich. The host is also very hospitable. They have put the good grapes on the table.

We sat in the host's house for a while, and then set off for the grape shed. We looked around as we walked. I watched someone else's grape shed form a semicircle, but

But the top is flat, the outside color is white, and there is a sunshade net on it to prevent the sun from shining directly on the vines.

As soon as I walked into the grape shed, I felt cool, as if I had entered an air-conditioned room, although it was very hot outside. I saw a bunch of grape crystals hanging down like a string of pearls because they were dazzling. It's really cute, I can't help eating one! "wow! So sweet! " I can't help shouting it out of my mouth. The trunk of grapes is thicker than ordinary vines and thinner than that of big trees. Because the grapes grow too much, every vine should have a pillar standing. I took out my scissors and began to cut grapes. I didn't expect my scissors to be the most popular, because I was the only one who thought of bringing scissors, so my parents praised me for being considerate!

At first, I cut what I thought was good. Later, my master asked me to choose those with a little purple. I immediately picked it as my master said, and soon cut two baskets full. I heard that grapes can also be used to make wine, and the host said that grapes on an acre of land can be sold for more than 10 thousand yuan! Although they work hard, they are all beaming with smiles. ...

After cutting grapes, we went home. This grape picking made me feel the hard work and happiness of the people in Nong Xin village.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. Today is Saturday. At noon, my father said that he would take my mother and me to the vineyard to pick grapes in the afternoon. I am very happy.

Around 4 pm, the weather is not so hot. Father took us to a vineyard in Zhangzhuang. Wow! How many people come here to pick grapes! Mostly a family of three. Seeing us coming, the aunt in the vineyard washed all kinds of grapes for us to taste first, including cyan, purple and pink, which were very beautiful. I can't wait to eat some. It's really sweet, not sour at all. Aunt told us that these grapes are all improved, and it will take many years to form such a taste.

Walking into the vineyard, I saw a bunch of grapes hanging on the grape rack, just like a bunch of colorful balloons ready to take off. I found some grapes covered with paper. I asked my aunt in the vineyard why she put paper on it. My aunt told me that this is to prevent insect bites. We started picking grapes. When we saw which bunch, my aunt carefully cut it for us with scissors. After a while, we picked out a big basket.

Out of the picking area, Aunt helped us sort and pack all kinds of grapes, and we went home happily. When we get home, we share grapes with our neighbors and children and ask them to share our happiness. Everyone is very happy.

Today, I know the variety and growth process of grapes, and I have eaten such delicious grapes. I really hope my father can often take me to these activities.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. Today, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house to play.

In the afternoon, grandma took us to the vineyard outside the community to pick grapes. The vineyard owner gave each of us a pair of scissors and a plastic bag. I can't wait to cut off a bunch of heavy grapes around me. The shopkeeper said, don't worry, listen to me. We should choose loose purple grapes, which are sweeter. Pay attention to safety during cutting. "He said, we began to pick, I picked a bunch of loose, tasted, ah! It's really sweet. It turns out that picking grapes is learned, and beautiful grapes are not necessarily delicious! In the process of picking, I also found that the deeper the garden, the more loose clusters of grapes grow, which may be the reason why not many people go deep into the garden to pick grapes. At the beginning, I always cut off the stems of grape clusters near the trunk. It feels hard and difficult to cut. Stems far from the trunk and near the grape clusters are fragile and easy to be cut off. The stems of this bunch of grapes are too short to be pinched by hand and difficult to hold. So I summed up my experience and cut the middle part of the stem, which is both easy to cut and easy to take. I summed up my experience while cutting and soon picked a big bag full of sweet grapes.

Picking grapes is such a trivial matter, and there is so much learning in it. It is really "learning everywhere"!

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. Early in the morning, my classmates and I went to the vineyard to participate in picking activities under the leadership of our parents. The students came to the venue in high spirits and were warmly received by the host at the gate of the vineyard. The host prepared watermelons and grapes for us to taste in advance.

We are familiar with the vegetables and fruits we usually eat, but the growing places and harvesting methods of these vegetables and fruits are strange to us. As soon as I entered the vineyard, I saw clusters of swaying green leaves swaying in the breeze and clusters of grapes sticking out of my head. "There are a lot of big ones here." "Here is a bigger thread, purple and crystal clear." Looking at the grapes in the garden, we kept shouting. Slowly, we turned our attention to picking activities. Everyone looked left and picked right, and carefully cut grapes with scissors with their parents. They are very busy. Although everyone is sweating, they are always laughing.

Subsequently, the vineyard owner introduced us to the growth habits of grapes, sesame seeds, peanuts and pollution-free vegetables, which made us understand the growth process of plants and broadened our horizons.

Through my own experience of picking grapes, I tasted the hard work and joy of my own achievements. At the same time, activities have also brought us closer to nature and parents, and inspired our spirit of being close to society, loving exploration, loving work and not being afraid of difficulties.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. It was summer vacation. My sister and I went to my grandmother's house in the country to play. At this time, grapes, watermelons and other fruits are ripe. My grandmother lives in the land of fruits, and it is the best time to come here.

August came, and grandma and I went to pick grapes. We went to the vineyard with the laundry list. Looking at a bunch of purple grapes, I can't wait to get to work. Grandma and I each took a pair of scissors and cut the grapes from the top to about five centimeters long. So the grapes were cut off, and I gently put them in the laundry basket. Grandma and I cut a basket of grapes in less than an hour.

Grandma and I carried the grapes home. There are some rotten grapes in each string. So it is necessary to check one by one. Once you find rotten grapes, cut them and throw them away. When cutting rotten grapes, be careful not to cut off good grapes.

Here, every family has several acres of grape fields. And I also know that the clock grapes are the most tired. Every summer, they don't have much space Fruit farmers are busy in the orchard almost all the time except eating and sleeping at night.

It's too difficult to grow grapes. When the grapes bear fruit, they should be wrapped in newspapers and drugged. When the grapes are ripe, you have to take the newspapers one by one, and you have to cover them with a net for fear that the birds will eat them. There is a lot of rain this year, and the grape harvest is not good. Alas, hard work has not yielded good results.

During the summer vacation, I picked a lot of grapes, from which I not only gained happiness, but also deeply realized the hardships, and understood that harvesting fruits required countless efforts and sweat.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. After lunch, I was reading a book. My aunt called and said, "The grapes planted in our bungalow are ripe. Come and pick grapes to eat! "

We got dressed and got on Dad's electric car. After about twenty minutes, we went to my sister-in-law's house, took a bag and scissors, and went to the grape trellis in the bungalow. I observed three vines, and the vines of the three vines were intertwined with each other. Because my aunt was too busy to trim it carefully, it looked a little messy, but it grew luxuriantly. I stood under the grape trellis, and the thick leaves covered the heat. The vines are covered with grapes, some are purple, some are red and some are green. A string, like three small lanterns of different colors, hangs on the vine. Looking at so many grapes makes my mouth water. I can't wait to pick one and put it in my mouth to chew. Oh! It's really sour I threw up at once. My mother and aunt laughed when they saw it. It turned out that I ate a green grape that was not ripe yet. I asked my aunt strangely, "Why are the green grapes my mother bought us before not sour?" Aunt said: "Different varieties have different tastes." I complained, "You told me earlier, my teeth are sore."

I looked at so many grapes that I dared not eat any more because I was afraid of being fooled again. My mother seemed to read my mind and cut me a bunch of red and purple grapes and handed them to me. I picked one carefully. With the last lesson, I first added a sweet one with the tip of my tongue! Then I finished it in one bite, and my mother looked at me and smiled happily.

Our yard is covered with vines. I watched them grow up day by day, covered with clusters of grapes. It was green a few days ago, but it turned purple in a few days. This morning, my father said to me, "Our grapes are ripe. Let me pick grapes. " I agreed happily.

Because the grapes grew too high, my father moved the ladder and I climbed it carefully. I saw a bunch of grapes hanging down like a string of pearls, which was really lovable and mouth watering. I couldn't help picking one and putting it in my mouth to taste it. "wow! So sweet! " . The trunk of grapes is thicker than ordinary vines and thinner than that of big trees. Because the grapes grow too much, every vine should have a pillar standing. I brought scissors and a basket to hang on the ladder. I cut it open and put my hand under it, lest it fall. It's easy to pick the first bunch, but it's not easy to pick the second bunch. I stood on tiptoe and tried to cut the scissors, but I still couldn't reach them. I tried again and again, and finally, with my father's help, I successfully cut the second bunch of grapes. When cutting the third string, it is even more difficult. The vines beside the grapes were too high, so I just couldn't reach them, so I begged my father to help me pick them. With the joint efforts of my father and me, the vines of grapes have grown out. I quickly picked up the scissors and cut them, and the grapes fell obediently. You're done!

We picked a bunch of grapes and a basket full. Grapes grown by ourselves do not use pesticides and do not fatten. It's a little smaller than what I bought in the vegetable market, but it's sour and sweet, and it's much more delicious than what I sold there.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. My mother's hometown is in a small village next to the famous scenic spot Huangshan. Because my mother often takes me to play, this has become my second home.

There is a vineyard near my grandmother's house. Every autumn, the green vines are covered with purple grapes, all wrapped in white paper. DuDu, DuDu, very attractive.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, several families gathered in front of the grape trellis. A family took a pair of scissors and wanted to cut more bunches of grapes to take home.

Began to cut. Aunt Fu Liping started first. She stood on tiptoe and took scissors. First, she cut the bag into a small mouth, looked inside and then cut it. Aunt has grapes in one hand and scissors in the other. Her eyes first found the vines, and then she cut the vines with scissors. The vine is as thick as her thumb. Aunt Liping cut a dozen knives, but failed to take the grapes down. Uncle Araby can't take it anymore. She grabbed the scissors and said, "I'll do it!" Say, "click" a knife cut down. Everyone opened the bag of grapes and one person tasted it. "Ah, delicious, so sweet ..." Someone sighed. This kind of grape juice is rich. Take a bite and all the juice will come out, all over your face.

Next, everyone cut half the grapes in the vineyard into bags in the same way. Although our hands are very sour, it is enough to look at a big bag of grapes.

We keep half of the cut grapes as good wine and share them with other relatives.

If you come to our hometown, we will certainly let you eat enough!

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. This summer vacation, I went to many places and did many meaningful things, but the most unforgettable thing was picking grapes.

On the way, I was very excited. Finally, the vineyard arrived, and I walked into it with cheerful steps.

As soon as I entered the vineyard, I was greeted by a string of sparkling grapes, which were close together like pearls. Under the sunshine, they are more moving and as beautiful as a painting.

I was shocked at the sight of grapes. My mother gave me a gentle push, and I came to my senses from this painting.

Start picking grapes! My father and I work separately. He chooses the west and I choose the east. I can't pick grapes, so I decided to "learn now and sell now". I saw my father holding grapes in one hand and cutting the roots of grapes in the other. After cutting, hold the grapes at lightning speed so that they don't fall.

I did as my father did, but sometimes the grapes still fell. If it weren't for my mother's support, they would have fallen apart. When my father saw it, he immediately came forward to teach me: "Hold the grapes in the middle with your hands, so that the grapes will not be so heavy."

So I regained my confidence and tried to pick another string. Sure enough, as dad said, grapes are really not that heavy, and they are much easier to pick.

I looked at a basket of grapes and my heart was full of pride. Because, I believe: the grapes I picked must be the most delicious and moist!

Through this grape picking, I know that you should practice hard and you will have unexpected gains!

One morning in the summer vacation, my mother asked me mysteriously, "Do you want to pick grapes in the picking garden yourself?" "Of course, I didn't do anything!" I'm happy to say. Mom said, "OK, mom will take you there when you are free."

I can't wait to get a hint from my mother. From morning till afternoon, my mother's head was about to be blown up by me! Finally, when we finally set off, it was past four o'clock. We went to the vineyard by bus. Surrounded by lush trees, the sun can't get in at all. Very cool.

Walking into the grape picking garden, rows of grape racks are covered with strings of grapes. The administrator gave us a fruit basket and a pair of scissors specially used for picking grapes. With these two things, we walked into the channel of growing grapes. As soon as I walked in, I found a bunch of big and red grapes. I put down my basket with grapes in my left hand and scissors in my right. I heard a click and the grapes were cut off. I quickly put it in the basket, looking for a new goal. Finally, I found a grape that was almost the same as before under a leaf. I started cutting carefully, because there was another bunch beside me. They are very close. I frowned, and the bean-sized sweat flowed from my head to my face. I was afraid of cutting grapes, so I finally cut them with great effort.

Halfway through, our basket was almost full. After returning to the exit to weigh, I couldn't wait to pick up one, wipe it with my clothes and throw it directly into my mouth. "Wow, that's sweet." My mother looked at me funny and burst out laughing.

Time to go home. Step by step, I got on the bus and looked at the vineyard that was getting farther and farther away from us. I thought to myself: Goodbye to the vineyard and come again next time.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes, 1 1. Summer is a happy holiday for us, and it is also the season of fruit ripening. No, all the fruits are at the scene. Among many fruits, I like grapes with thin skin and tender flesh and rich sweet juice best.

I can't remember when to eat grapes. I have a soft spot for grapes, and I want to pick grapes in the fields by myself.

Hey! This is what you want. No, on a whim, my father will take us on vacation tomorrow and pick grapes in Jiangxin. I applaud him. Oh! Just what I want. Dad smiled mysteriously again: "let's go to Jurong to pick grapes, where the grapes are sweeter and more delicious."

We set off with a happy mood. That sentence is actually not far, only one hour away from our Nanjing. Both sides of the road are either cornfields or grape racks. We came to Dingzhuang Vineyard in Maoshan, and just walked to the edge of the garden, the smell of grapes came to the nose. Grapes are everywhere on the grape rack, alas! How to smell it, not its appearance. Oh! It turns out that this grape is hidden in a white paper bag. One advantage of this is that you can spray pesticides without touching the fruit. The second is to prevent mosquitoes and birds from biting. Oh, really green. But how can we know whether the grapes are purple or green? Oh! There is a hole at the bottom of the package, where you can observe the ripening of the fruits. Some grapes will be marked when they are ripe. I will soon tell my sister who came with us about this new discovery. I took out my scissors first and began to look for grapes with high maturity. See unripe grapes glittering and translucent as pearls, half ripe as agate. We carried out "mine-sweeping" activities in the vineyard, reached out and cut out a bunch of purple grapes, and I picked them at will. No wonder Dingzhuang grape enjoys the reputation of "Pearl of Fruit" and "Water of Life"

About half an hour, my little sister and I picked 100 kilograms of grapes, and we really returned with a full load. Describe a bumper harvest.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. 12 The sun is scorching, and there is no fading in the sky. Dad said, "Today, we are going to pick grapes!" " "As he spoke, a bright smile appeared on his face." Yeah! Great! "I cheered. After half an hour's journey, I finally came to the vineyard.

The owner of the vineyard is very amiable and approachable. The old man gave us a bunch of them first, "Ah! How sweet! " I can't help but say. "Then you go and pick it!" Grandpa said gently. So, we put on overshoes, picked up baskets and started the journey of picking grapes.

As soon as I entered the vineyard, a string of crystal clear grapes first came into view. This is a fairyland on earth: grape boards are wrapped around the wooden boards overhead, and strings of purple grapes hang in the air through the gaps between the wooden boards. My mother and I parted ways, because we were alone, went to a strange place and picked grapes for the first time. At first, my heart was full of fear and tension, and my hands were shaking when I picked grapes ... After a while, I felt that this kind of worry was unnecessary, and the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. "Now, it's time for me to show my talents!" I talked to myself confidently. "Well, this string is quite good." I feel smug in my heart. So, I took scissors. Unexpectedly, grandpa also put on a layer of "newspaper clothes" for all the grapes! So, take off your clothes first Looking at this purple grape, my mouth is watering. I can't. I'll eat it later. So I cut it out and put it carefully in the basket. After several attempts, I've made perfect from practice ... Ten minutes have passed and my basket is full of grapes.

After this activity, I not only exercised my courage, but also ate delicious grapes. It's killing two birds with one stone!

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. This afternoon, my mother took my sister and me to the vineyard to pick grapes. When I got there, I saw an endless grape trellis on the left side of the road, which was simply an ocean of grapes.

When we got there, the aunt of the vineyard warmly received us and took us to the vineyard. We walked in under the green forest tree. The green forest was covered with grape racks and we saw a bunch of grapes wrapped in a white paper bag. My mother asked, "Do you know why there is a paper bag on the grapes?" I thought about it and replied, "I'm afraid that bugs will eat grapes." The aunt of the vineyard said, "Yes, this is one reason, and another reason is to block pesticides, so that when spraying pesticides on the vines, they will not spray on the grapes." After listening to it, I think this method is really good, which is both green and environmentally friendly and can increase production. Now the farmer's uncle is more and more clever and has learned to farm scientifically.

My aunt in the vineyard took us to a row of low grape racks and tore a small mouth of the white paper bag with her hand. Seeing that the grapes inside were purple, she cut them with scissors. After a while, Aunt helped us cut a basket full of grapes and looked at a string of purple pearls. Really eye-catching!

After picking grapes, my aunt told us that there were free-range black chickens and green-shelled eggs, which were also green food, so my mother bought two more chickens and some eggs.

How time flies! Soon the sun went down, and my mother happily took us home.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. On Sunday afternoon, my father drove and my family went to the vineyard to pick grapes. After a 40-minute drive, we arrived at Hanfengtai Vineyard.

Mother paid the money and the assistant aunt gave us a plastic basket and a pair of scissors. Entering the garden, I saw that the pillars were written with "picking area" and "no picking area" respectively. I rushed into the picking area with my basket in my hand and saw a bunch of grapes hanging on the grape rack. Strangely, each bunch of grapes is wrapped in white paper, and only a few can be seen from the bottom. "Why is this?" I can't help but have such a question in my heart.

In the process of picking, my mother selected a bunch of big and purple grapes for me, and I couldn't wait to put them in my mouth, which was very sweet. It turns out that the grape variety we picked is "Hutai No.8", which is rich in vitamins and amino acids. Then, I carried the basket, and my mother was responsible for cutting the grapes we chose with scissors, which soon filled the basket.

When I went to the checkout counter, I couldn't help asking the staff, "Uncle, why is every bunch of grapes wrapped in paper?" Uncle said: "this is to prevent insects from biting, but also to prevent the potion from being sprayed directly on the fruit." I see. I learned new knowledge and a basket of grapes. I'm really full this time.

In the fourth grade, I wrote about 400 words about picking grapes. There is good news that makes me dance with joy! The news is that my good friend's father will take us to Shuige to pick grapes! I can't wait.

Along the way, the breeze gently touched my face; Raindrops danced a beautiful waltz in the air; Many trees look as if they have been dyed with green pigment.

When I came to the door of the greenhouse, I saw green vines and leaves, climbed the wooden frame and hung a few green leaves, like handfuls of small umbrellas, for fear that the grapes would be wet by the rain. Grapes are crystal clear and full, showing green, lavender and deep purple. They hang on vines in strings, colorful and mouth-watering!

Walking into the greenhouse, I saw a bunch of grapes. Whether it is green or purple, there are dozens of grapes, arranged in an orderly way, like a close family. I carefully cut a bunch with sharp scissors.

After cutting, I took a bunch of grapes in my hand and carefully observed one of the green grapes. Its skin was green and watery, like it was carved with diamonds and crystals. Purple grapes, at first glance, seem more like purple pearls, woven into pearl necklaces one by one, really cute!

These grapes are sweet and delicious. When the skin is peeled off, the juice will ooze and be swallowed. They are sweet but not greasy and delicious. I think it is a correct decision for my uncle to take us to Shuige to pick such lovely grapes this time. I wish I could pick grapes here next time!