Composition for pic bayberry

Yangmei was light red at first, then dark red, and finally almost black. It's not really dark. Because it is too red, it looks like black. Gently bite open, you can see the bright red tender pulp, and the lips and tongue are stained with bright red juice at the same time. The following is my composition about picking bayberry, I hope it will help you!

Chapter 1: Picking Myrica rubra

On this clear day in Wan Li, my mother and I embarked on a journey of picking bayberry.

We came to the quaint Baoyan Ecological Park at the foot of Yushan Mountain with great interest. As soon as I entered Baoyan Ecological Park, I was shocked and thought: There are so many Yangmei! Yangmei, the size of table tennis, is bright red and purple. In the sun, they shine like black pearls. Seen from a distance, they are like red pearls with sparks all over the sky. They are covered with branches, and the branches are bent.

I walked for a long time, and finally I couldn't help it. I saw the sweetest red bayberry in black and purple and thought, Wow, there are so many delicious and mouth-watering red bayberries, and they are all full, like big red dates, covered with treetops. I really want to take the whole Dabaoyan Ecological Park home! You can eat sweet and sour bayberry as soon as you get home, hee hee!

My mother is carrying a small basket and can't wait to take the lead to pick up Yangmei. I am not to be outdone. I took a "straight board" and bit it. Juice runs down my gums to my tongue. Ah! That's so sweet. I ran to the front to see that this bayberry is very good and that bayberry is also very good. I'm at a loss. I can't wait to take them home and feast my eyes on them. When I saw a purple, I tried my best to catch it. Sometimes when I'm thirsty, I just put it in my mouth. My tongue and lips are stained with bright red juice at the same time I also took a fancy to a plump red bayberry, and stood on tiptoe to reach for it, but the naughty red bayberry hid high, so I had to call my mother for help. Mother gently tore off the branches, and I gently grabbed them with tender hands, holding the sweet bayberry, and I picked it. In this way, we picked a basket full of bayberry.

We returned home with the joy of "bumper harvest"

Chapter 2: Picking Myrica rubra

Today, the weather is sunny, there are no clouds in Wan Li, and the warm sunshine shines on the earth, which makes people feel very warm. After getting up with my grandparents, I tidied up a little, and then embarked on a journey of picking bayberry. We are going to Mashan to pick bayberry.

Mashan is not only famous for peaches and Lingshan Buddha, but also for bayberry. Whenever early summer comes, people from all over the world flock to Mashan to pick bayberry. This year, I am one of them.

We talked and laughed all the way and soon arrived at Mashan. I got off the bus and went up the hill.

There are so many Yangmei on the mountain! Yangmei, the size of table tennis, looks like a red pearl from a distance, and it is like a spark all over the sky, covered with branches and bent. After careful observation, I found that all the surrounding trees were red bayberries, and all the purple bayberries below. I quickly called grandpa and asked him to pick sweet bayberry at the top of the tree. I'd like to stay under the tree and help him pick them. After our careful cooperation, we picked two baskets of bayberry in the morning. In the afternoon, I thought: I should practice by myself and pick some bayberries. So, I took a stick and hit the sweet bayberry on the top of the tree. After a while, I made a small basket.

It's two o'clock. We should go home. I left reluctantly. On the way home, the lake wind blew, refreshing. The lake lapped the rocks on the shore, as if we were leaving the house.

I'm going to Mashan to pick bayberry next year!

Chapter three: the choice of composition of Myrica rubra

On June 28th, my parents and I went to Xianju to pick waxberries. We talked and laughed along the way, and soon arrived at Provincial Highway 35, which is a scenic highway. Green mountains and green waters and flowers and reeds on both sides of the road constitute a beautiful landscape painting, which makes people relaxed and happy. We arrived at our destination with a happy mood.

After a short rest, we set out to pick Yangmei and came to Yangmei base. Looking around, the mountain is full of bayberry trees. The trees are covered with big round bayberries, some bright red and some purple, hanging on the trees like table tennis. We all sighed with admiration. An uncle who came with us said, "The longer the Myrica rubra is on the high ground, the sweeter it will be, because it is more strongly exposed to sunlight, so you should try to pick Myrica rubra."

Adults were carrying baskets of bayberry to look for big and sweet bayberry, but I found a bayberry tree and stood on tiptoe desperately to reach the ripe bayberry. After picking it, I couldn't wait to take a bite. Oh, how sweet! Delicious juice dances happily on my taste buds, and I can't eat much at one breath. At this time, my mother took them to pick bayberry. Wow, they are so cute. They lie on the green leaves one by one. My mother says they are a little reluctant to eat.

I feel a little tired picking bayberry, but the whole process has made me gain a lot of happiness and knowledge. This experience is really great!

Chapter Four: Picking Myrica rubra

"Pick bayberry! Pick bayberry! " I cheered all the way to Yangmeigang, which is the picking place.

The village entrance is already full of cars. At first glance, it looks like a long line. I think Yangmei here must live up to its reputation. How else would it attract so many people? Walking into Yangmeilin, you are greeted by rows of tall Yangmei trees, with green branches and leaves, dark and shiny. The huge canopy is like an open green umbrella. From a distance, the round bayberry looks like a tree eye, and the stars are hidden in the green leaves. At first glance, it looks like a "gem" of different colors. That "gem" color is really interesting. Wear orange clothes when you are a teenager, red evening dresses when you are middle-aged, and purple clothes when you are old. My mother told me that only wearing old bayberry is sweet and fragrant.

I can't wait to carry the basket into Yang Meilin. Like sheriff black cat, I first went to find which tree had more bayberry and purple. Soon, I picked a bayberry tree that satisfied me. I used a ladder and climbed high to pick it up. My mother clung to the ladder below to protect me. I blocked the branches with my left hand, and a big purple bayberry fell into the basket with a flick of my right hand. At this time, I found two big purple bayberries on the top of the tree, shining in the sun as if challenging my courage. I climbed to the top of the ladder, hunched over, reached for the hook, just caught it red-handed, and with a click, these guys fell into my hands. Unconsciously, my basket was full of bayberry, and my mother and I were carrying the basket full of bayberry, tasting the sweet bayberry and laughing down the mountain.

I like the tall bayberry tree on Yangmeigang, and I love the purple bayberry tree even more.

Chapter 5: Picking Myrica rubra

In Huangmei season, I followed my mother to pick bayberry in Sanqi Town, Yuyao under the scorching sun.

We climbed the high Yangmei Mountain along the steep muddy path. Looking around, the mountain is full of bayberry trees. The trees are covered with bayberry, big and small, some are bright red, some are yellow and blue, some are red and purple, and they are covered with branches like table tennis. Looking down, the ground is full of arbutus trees falling from trees, which has become an ocean of arbutus trees.

I am happily shuttling through Yangmeilin. Myrica rubra tree after tree, hand in hand, back to back, with good neighbors ... really lively. A breeze blew, and I seemed to vaguely hear my father-in-law leaning over the branch and saying to me, "Little friend, take the' baby' off my branch." I couldn't help but stop and stretch out my right hand to attack those red and purple babies. Purple agates are lying in my basket like bayberry babies, and the basket is getting heavier and heavier. I was sweating profusely. As if to repay me, Grandpa Shu gave me a cool breeze. Pick up a red and purple bayberry and put it in your mouth, with sweet juice in the acid.

Picking bayberry is very tiring, but it makes me gain endless happiness, and I feel the joy of harvest in happiness.

On Sunday, my father and I went to grandma's house to pick bayberry. Grandma gave each of us a bamboo basket and we went up the hill happily.

Yang Meilin is on a very high mountain. The mountain road is steep and difficult to walk. Either it is covered with mud or it is covered with bayberry, which is very slippery. My sister's foot was broken and I almost slipped several times. I'm only halfway through, and my face is sweaty. Fortunately, with the help of my father, we finally came to Yangmeilin. Looking at the bayberry tree, I almost cried with joy.

However, all the good Yangmei are in the tall trees, and I can't pick them. I can only pick those low, red and small bayberries, which are not delicious. Some fathers can't reach it, so they have to climb the tree and pick it, but climbing the tree is too dangerous. If it were me, I would have fallen.

After picking for a while, we were sweating and tired. However, we are still very happy to see a small basket full of bayberry. After all, this is the result of our own efforts!

Chapter 6: Picking Myrica rubra

Today, we will go to Daqinggu to pick bayberry again, this time. But the weather was not beautiful, and it began to rain when we slept together, and everyone was depressed. In order to cherish this good opportunity, my mother decided to set off.

My brother, my mother and colleagues got on the bus to Daqinggu again. But this time the mood is completely different from last time. We watched the rain outside the window getting heavier and heavier, and gradually turned into a rainstorm. Rainstorm is like a gauze, beating flowers and plants without feeling under strong wind. But I don't know why, as if God knew we were going to pick bayberry, he slowly "collected" the rain and turned on the sun.

When we arrived in Daqinggu, we suddenly became very happy and couldn't wait to pick bayberry. We carefully trod the muddy and slippery mountain road and slowly walked into the bayberry forest. This is the first time I have seen Yangmei with my own eyes. It is tall and straight and looks very strong, just like an upright guard. Look at the bayberry on the tree. Red and purple, big and full. I really want to take it off and have a big meal. But the Myrica rubra tree is too high, so we have to climb it to pick it. And I, a child who can't climb trees, will have to patiently find a shorter Myrica rubra tree. Half an hour passed, and my brother and I finally found a low-branched Myrica rubra tree and worked together. Because I am tall, my task is to hold the branches and carry the basket. My brother is responsible for picking bayberry and selecting bayberry. Two hours passed, and everyone picked a lot of bayberries. I looked at the big purple bayberry in the basket and couldn't help sending it to my mouth. Wow! Picking bayberry by yourself tastes good! We picked the freshest bayberry and returned with a full load.

In this activity, my brother and I gained the most. Because we not only learned the skills of picking bayberry, but also enjoyed the joy of labor.

Chapter 7: Picking Myrica rubra

As the saying goes, "Myrica rubra is full of red flowers as soon as the summer solstice arrives." Indeed, it is the mature season of bayberry, and it is also a good time to pick bayberry. Ever since I heard that Yangmei was picked in Yuanchang Yangmei Base in Happy Town, I have been expecting my father to take my mother and me to pick Yangmei.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, finally looking forward to today. As soon as I finished breakfast, my father said that he would drive me and my mother to pick bayberry, which made me very happy. Today, the sky is particularly clear and sunny. Along the way, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery on both sides of the road and unconsciously arrived at Yangmei base.

As soon as I entered the gate of the Yangmei base in Yuanchang, I saw a dense Yangmeilin. Tall and stout Myrica rubra trees are like handfuls of huge green umbrellas with many red spots under the green leaves. I think that erythema must be Myrica rubra. Walking in, I saw the heavy fruit covered with branches. Myrica rubra is round, as big as plums, bright red, turquoise, crimson and purple, but they are all so fresh and mouth-watering. Yangmei is like a naughty elf. Look, they seem to be playing hide-and-seek with us.

After dad bought the ticket, I carried a small basket and couldn't wait to get into Yangmeilin to pick Yangmei. I picked it and ate it. I found that the black and purple bayberry was the sweetest and most delicious. However, the black and purple bayberry is at the top of the branch, so I can't pick it. I had to ask my father to pick me up. My mother was agile, climbed to the top of the tree and picked the big red and black bayberry. I saw it. I ran to pick it up at once. But accidentally, I didn't catch it. Yangmei rolled several times on the ground and hid in the nearby grass. After a while, our baskets were full, and I walked out of Yangmeilin with a heavy basket, blooming happily. I weighed it. It weighs three kilograms. Today, I have gained a lot. The three of us went home with sweet smiles.

In the evening, while watching TV, the family tasted the bayberry they picked, which was especially sweet and refreshing.

Chapter 8: Picking Myrica rubra

This summer vacation, my parents and I went to Yixing to pick bayberry.

There are so many bayberries there! You can smell a refreshing smell from a distance. Each of us took a basket and borrowed an iron hook to pick bayberry.

Ah! There are so many bayberries, which one should I choose? Dad said that we should judge the quality from the color of bayberry, and purple means sweet; Although red is not sweet, it can be used to make wine. I walked to a tree and found many purple bayberries, reaching for them. Picking bayberry is also very particular. You should pick bayberry slowly from its roots. If you can't pick it, you can borrow tools.

"One, two, three, four ..." Looking back, I saw some soldiers picking bayberry, but in different ways. First, they leaned the ladder against the trunk and were supported by two people. Then another man climbed up and picked the best and biggest bayberry on the top. I saw the uncle hanging a basket in his hand, picking it with his hand, or letting the servants go down with scissors and hands. Soon, several baskets turned purple and bigger.

We also used this method, shaking trees and using hooks. We are too hot to wipe off.

My mother and I were too tired to eat, so we sat down on the grass and my father continued to choose. I think: I should be a "gourmet expert" to taste so much. By the way, I picked a big purple bayberry and ate it. Oh, first of all, I bit the pulp, which was sweet and sour, giving people a very refreshing feeling. Suddenly, summer came.

But a crack brought me back to real life. Ha ha ha, so dad couldn't pick bayberry and fell down again. Bend the branch, dad is so heavy, the tree will bear it!

Although my clothes are wet, I can't tell you how happy I am to see myself picking bayberry. I must have earned the results with my own labor! I believe that as long as you pay, you will get something!