Composition for pic broad beans

Article 1 My father is a chef. The weather is cool, my mother and I go to grandpa's house to pick broad beans and arhat beans.

Grandpa's field is full of mud depressions, because it has just rained and turned into a "small swamp". My mother asked me to put a plastic bag on my feet, and then we walked into the "swamp" talking and laughing.

Last month, it was a large golden rape field, but now it has become a large green vegetable field, and thousands of rape flowers have grown on one rape. It is really unpredictable! Then, we came to the "barracks" of broad beans and arhat beans. Broad beans and arhat beans grow well and their seeds are very full. I found that the broad beans are all at the bottom of the plant because they are too heavy. If they are full-length, I'm afraid they will break the whole plant in the middle. Podocarpus is a whole plant. Because of its slim figure and light weight, it won't crush plants. But I also found that the seeds near the bottom of the Podocarpus grow very fat, because the nutrients absorbed by the roots are eaten by them first, and the leftovers they eat will be distributed to these poor little brothers above. Podocarpus is like a chubby little doll. I was ecstatic, but I couldn't bear to take them off.

Article 2 During the May Day holiday this year, our family of four went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to play.

When we arrived at grandma's house, grandma asked us to follow grandpa to pick broad beans in our own fields. So, each of us set off with a small bamboo basket.

It takes a steep mountain road to get to the fields. The road twists and turns, turning left and right. We walked a long way to reach grandpa's field. There are many vegetables in the field, and there is a scarecrow standing crooked and wearing rags.

Grandpa told us: pick beans, pick under the broad bean tree. The bean picking operation has begun. I first picked a "stout" broad bean; Then I bent down and picked the beans at the bottom. I picked up one end of a bean and pulled it hard. I pulled down a bean. When I picked it up, I found that the shell of the beans at the bottom of the tree was green, while the beans on it were small and light in color. No wonder grandpa wants us to pick beans under the tree. Finally, put the beans in the bamboo basket. I picked one after another in this order, and soon, my small bamboo basket was full. Then, mom and dad, brother and grandpa were all well, and we all returned home with a full load.

In the evening, I eat the broad beans that I have worked so hard to pick from the ground. I am in high spirits and always feel that I don't have enough to eat.